You're the one that I'm dreamin' of.

In the middle of the night, I always tell Todd when it's time for him to roll over so I'm the big spoon and he's the little spoon. It happens every night without much thought, really automatic and robotic. We're both in like a twilight sleep. But Monday night, this happened:

Lacey: "Roll".
Todd:  "Biscuit".

It took me a moment to process that he said something because usually we just flop over and snooze again. But once it sunk in, I could not stop laughing. I was in a hysterical and exhausted fit and it was pretty awesome. Having a husband is neat.

That's all. Just wanted to love on him for a bit.

Going to go out and enjoy the weather on his arm tonight.

OH! Forgot to mention how much I'm looking forward to the weekend and seeing DEADBOLT!!! It's been so long since I saw a show that I was REALLY hyped about (besides They Might Be Giants, of course). Ooooooooooh, holy cow! I think the occasion calls for big hair. Am I right?

Never fell in love 'til I fell in love with you.

600 POSTS!  HOT DAMN!

I had already posted my 600th post but it was lame and I don't want to reflect back on some lame survey about bands I like and things that annoy me. I want to reflect back on current awesomeness!!

And what's currently awesome???

There's a new episode of Adeventure Time With Finn & Jake on toniiiiiiight and I am more obsessed than ever. I have always wanted to voice a cartoon. It's a dream of mine. And Finn...despite being a 12 year old boy...is pretty much the cartoon version of meeee! The more I watch, the more I'm hooked. I've been singing his Baby Song constantly (I bet it's annoying more people than it's entertaining) and am trying to work "Schmowzow" into my daily vocabulary. Viva la Finny & Jake!

I'm going to Phee-Bizzle's after work to rumage through her Good Will pile. I have scored good sweaters and shirts while jumping into that heap like it's a pile of leaves. OK, so I never did that but maybe I will today. I won't wear used clothes...like from a thrift store...but I know Phoebe so I know whose junk has been in those pants. I'll get to see her smiling face, too, which is a plus. Hopefully her face is smiling. Not sure what kind of day she's having yet.

Going to see Deadbolt with Cult of the Psychic Fetus and Lords of the Highway on Sunday!!! We've been counting down the days and plan to rock out to max capacity with a lot of our awesome pals. And speaking of rocking out, Uncle Ben Lybrager is going to Heavy Rebel with us! Yep, we decided to head to Winston-Salem for 2 out of the 3 days because I need some Sasquatch and Psychocharger in my life. I met Phoebe, Rocko, and the Shoe-Lanes there. It will be such a creepily romantic 10th year!

Our flipping vacation is paid offfffffffffff! I was actually able to buy groceries and gasoline this week! And we scored someone to house sit with the pups so now my brain can stop bleeding out of my ears. Sure, due to that stupid volcano, I'm not sure we'll be able to fly (we just decided 2 weeks ago to scrap the road trip but nooooo...mother nature went nutty), but it doesn't matter. However, we get there, in 44 days, I'll be chasing someone in a Tigger costume down Main Street.

Yeah! AWESOME! Happy 600th Posty!

Girls! Girls! Please don't fight!

I had the BEST time last night and felt 100% like myself again. I have to find out what elements in my life are making me feel off balance and then Ninja chop them in the brain. I've had enough of all this dramatic bullshit. I'm not putting up with anyone's nonsense anymmore, no matter who they are. I'm living for me...the only person who will be in my coffin!

So...back to my awesome night.

I met Carol right after work to see "The Runaways"...which I LOVED. Not only did Kristen Stewart prove she could do more than stammer and stutter and twitch, but Carol and I have decided to bring glam rock back in style. But the biggest High Five of the evening?? The theater was TOTALLY empty. Just us two. So we made comments through the entire film like a better looking "Mystery Science Theater". It was a BLAST. I don't think I can see a packed movie ever again. I also don't think I can go to movies with anyone but Carol.

And if you haven't seen "The Runaways"...see it. Loved it. Didn't even want to punch Dakota Fanning in the junk as much as I assumed I would.

Afterwards we went to Hoggy's and just talked and talked and laughed and acted like fools. It felt awesome.  100% rad. You don't realize how much you miss someone until you're with them again. I'm glad we got some one-on-one time under our belts. I sang loudly on the ride home and was just...happy. I could stand more days like that. I crawled in bed and got pulled into my weasel's clutches. But I could not fall asleep. Couldn't stay asleep. Woke up exhausted and slightly irritable.

So I'm trying to hold on to last night.

Even the part where Carol told me they don't make spray paint anymore. And I believed it. And then realized I was being a moron. Even that part was great. It's been a bit since I said life is good.

Over and over, my friend says I'm a fool.

This fool finally clocked some couch time...for 3 long hours and many episodes of America's Next Top Model (how many times can a person hear the word "fierce"?)...and updated STALK MY LIFE! So if you're interested in seeing what I've seen, you can go back to March 22nd. I really can't believe I dropped the ball for almost a month. What a lazy bum! Regardless, I'm back. We're back. Pictures are back so go enjoy 'em! Or spit on 'em! Or whatever you do. I consider everything a compliment.

I painted this weekend. I feel whole again.

I went to Pat Catan's Friday afternoon and bought 45 new paints and a few new canvases (no, I don't stretch my own...I'm lazy...that's why I order pizza instead of making it myself). I cracked open the new sketchbook Todd got me and just went wild. By Saturday afternoon, a 2 canvas project for Bob's 40th birthday was complete...and I was completely happy with how it turned out.

I felt 100% like myself for those 2 days. I was paint covered head-to-toe. Todd cleaned brushes. I listened to cartoons in the background. It was just good. I wish I had a better way to describe it. I love painting. I hadn't rocked a brush in 8 months which is shameful. But the silly idea that Todd and I cooked up over beers at PJ's weeks back went from my brain to book to canvas. And now Bob and Stephanie own a fertility/family portrait painting of Tura Satana and Frankenstein walking Godzilla.

Yep. I have the brain of a 13 year old boy!

And I'm OK with that.

Girl, you make me lose my mind!

We went to see Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons last night at The State Theater. The tickets were part of Todd's Christmas present. Though the seats there are wildly uncomfortable (unless you have short legs), it was a rockin' good time and a nice change. No one spilled beer on me, no one crashed into me, there was no drama. The crowd...who were mostly in their sixties...just had a damn good time. It was worth every penny.

Here is the set list in no particular order:

-Sherry
-Big Girls Don't Cry
-Walk Like a Man
-Dawn (Go Away)
-Rag Doll
-Save It For Me
-Bye Bye Baby (Baby Goodbye)
-Let's Hang On
-Working My Way Back To You
-I've Got You Under My Skin (cover)
-Spanish Harlem (cover...of a song I hate)
-Let It Be Me (cover...of a song I love)
-Call Me (cover...of a horrible song)
-My Girl/Groovin' (pretty awesome combo of covers)
-Tell It To the Rain
-Beggin'
-December 1963 (Oh, What a Night)
-Can't Take My Eye Off You
-My Eyes Adored You
-Swearin' To God
-Who Loves You
-Grease

Besides "Ronnie" and "Candy Girl"...and "Opus 17" for my girl Hot Trash...they covered all the hits. And Erin. you were right. You don't realize how MANY hits Frankie (yeah, we're on first name terms) had until you're there. It was, "Oh YEAH. I forgot about this jam!". Or "I didn't know he did this song when he went solo!". Pretty amazing. Totally good time.

Merry Christmas (in April).

What I want, YOU'VE GOT!

 Introducing my new obsession...and 2010 Halloween costume!

ADVENTURE TIME WITH FINN & JAKE!

My lid was completely and totally FLIPPED when I watched this candy-colored, acid-trippy cartoon on Cartoon Network (new episodes on Mondays at 8:00). I have never related to another human being as much as I do to Finn, the cat-ear hat wearing ,12 year old Adventurer!

He overuses all kinds of words like, but not limited to, radical, awesome, flip out, jerk, and lame...JUST LIKE ME! And let's not forget his interjections like WEE! And WHOOPEE! And all the characters he interacts with...hot dog princess, lava guy, skeleton butterflies that play the drums...could've come RIGHT OUT OF MY BRAIN! He is a total maniac. Finn is my soul mate.

Watching those 15 minute episodes last night...holy cow.

If you haven't seen it, see it. Episodes available on line. Watch "Whoopee!"

WHAT TIME IS IT?? WHAT TIME IS IT??

Well it's alright. It's just a game.

I'm having chocolate pudding for breakfast. I don't care if it's unhealthy or irresponsible or childish. Because I have a knot in my chest that wants to be cried the fuck out but won't flipping budge. Either I'm having a mind-numbing case of PMS or...well...

Because there is NO reason for me to want to claw the eyes out of everyone I see. Things are solid in my life. I shouldn't want to punch babies and kick dogs. But I do. And then I want to cry about it. I'm having one of those moments where I think my tiny, ineffectual fists want some action. It's ridiculous.

Todd and I have been watching new seasons of King Of the Hill for 11 days straight. I should be much happier than this. There is a battle between hormones and emotions taking place and I'm just trying to make it out alive! And without commiting some heinous crime!!!

On the bright side?

There's a BRIGHT SIDE??

As of today, we are half way to our vacation (from the day I booked back in February), and 3/4 of the way paid off! There is nothing about the Happiest Place On Earth that makes me want to cause blood shed. And there are PLENTY of things to look forward to. I need to snap out of this.

THIS is NOT cool.

But these springy/summery things ARE cool.

-The Four Seasons show on Wednesay.
-Bob's B-Day show @ The Sac.
-Zombie Walk...maybe.
-DEADBOLT!!!
-Reverend Horton Heat for the 10th time???
-Hanging in PA for Memorial Day.
-VACATION! Tigger, here I come!
-"Eclipse" premier.
-Possibly hitting Heavy Rebel with Bizzle (let's plan this shit!).
-Gaga ah-ah-ah! Ra-ma-ra-mama! Ga ga! Oh la la!
-Iron Maaaaaaiden (second best show I've ever seen).
-Art show at 252.

Am I missing anything??

February 28, 2003 @ 1:13p:  How is it possible that Richard Marx, Cheap Trick, and Patrick Swayze wrote the top make-out songs of 1988? That's kind of gross. On that note, Micheal Ian Black is the funniest man alive, I have a weird unexplainable thing for Mo Rocca, and the episode of Conan O'Brien with Ted Nugent was, as they say, breath taking.

I'm livin' for givin' the devil his due.

In less than a week, we'll be seeing The Four Seasons! WEE!!

Erin and Phoebe are on board for contributing to Low-Rise Nightmare. They are hateful little minxes which makes them even more attractive than the average minx. But I'm thinking I might change it to Low-Rise Nightmare/Hot-Pants Love Affair. Just in CASE I feel like posting pictures of things I love. Like tacos. I love me a taco!  And I love the Slow Loris AND the Lesser Slow Loris.  And I love the song "Because" by the Dave Clark Five. So I'm thinking about combining my hate with my love. You girls can dig on that right?

And for anyone else who is interested in contributing to the new blog (which is coming soooooon), let me know so I can add you to the list of allowable authors. And don't worry...you don't have to take the pictures of the things you love and hate yourself. You CAN, but what are the chances you'll be able to personally take a picture of Gwen Stefani? She goes in my hate file, by the way. That broad is all gums. Anyway, Google Images and the like can do the dirty work for you.

Speaking of Google Images...

I saw a picture on Tuesday that actually had the ability to ruin my entire day. It was clearly a fake/Photoshopped photograph and actually, I first saw it on a Post Secret archive page and then Googled it to be SURE it was fake. It bothered me to such a degree that I went home and threw up twice. And there were real pictures of the same subject but they didn't affect me like the fact one. I'm still repulsed. I still can't get the image out of my head. It's something about the holes themselves, not what's in them. If you want to know what I'm bitching about, look up "breast with larvae" and it's the second picture. Fake as can be but utterly disturbing.

I think the Post Secret said "Even though I know this is an urban legend, this picture still CREEPS ME OUT!".  Thanks a lot, poster. I may never be 100% comfortable ever again.

July 11, 2002 @ 2:51p: A motherfucking FOG MACHINE has been donated to the Slumber Party Massacre. I really wish my exclaimation point key worked because I would have inserted 100 right there. Fog machine + candles + black/red light + drunk goths in their pajamas + unprotected sex follwed with death by pitchfork + fake blood ("even better than the real thing", according to Sifl and Olly) = OH MY FUCKING LORD.

Cuttin' up limes with a dull butter knife.

I am now in control of a blog titled Low-Rise Nightmare with the intention of posting pictures of things I hate. Low-rise jeans, Bob Segar, facial piercings, motorcycles, etc. But is it unhealthy to have a project dedicated to hate and negativity? I mean, I do LOVE to hate things. But do I want to use my free-time to document my hatred and loating, especially when I'm in such a good place these days?

I probably do!

Right now it's marked as a private blog until I actually kick it into gear. Maybe I should make this one of those blogs that can have many authors. Would any of my readers out there want to share a blog where we can constructively talk shit about things we despise?? Like onions, washing dishes, neighbors who let their dogs bark ALL night, and so on? I know I have a bunch of feisty friends out there.

But seriously...I am in a REALLY good mood. I am! For real!

Happy Tuesday, y'all.

September 26, 2003 @ 12:38p: Today I am pretending I am from Boston. Torr Skoog is from Boston. Torr Skoog is a hot potato and he's in a band that is 95% hot tamales. So much hottness...so many vegetable analogies.

Summer is ready when you are!

Spring has sprung! Sleeping with windows open tells me so.

Typically I think Easter is nonsense and I'm not into celebrating it. But after a quick pitstop to see the family, we hit the movies. Seeing a movie on a holiday is always boss, especially if it's in 3D. Luckily for us, "How To Train Your Dragon" was! Not luckily...for me...I cried HARD through the last 15 minutes of it. Oh emotions! How I hate you!

Besides dying eggs, playing Easter Bunny (bunny is allowed, Tooth Fairy is not), and getting prettied up, the lengthy holiday weekend was solid. I soaked up a lot of vitamin D. I also clocked a lot of lazy hours and couch time with Todd. Hit Sarah's 30th birthday jam and then went bowling which never gets old. I give the weekend 2 thumbs up and a high five. Spent too much money but that's the American way.

Anything else I really have to say won't be very interesting and will kind of just be babbled at you. Going to see Lady Gaga with my neice and I'm not one bit embarrassed. Unless you count how much I'm spending on tickets. Then yeah, it's bad. We leave for vacation in 65 days so I need to get that paid off. What else? Oh...Project Preggo is getting underway. It feels weird to be all sweaty and filthy and goofy and know you're trying to create a human being and not just make your bits all tingly.

And if you're a follower of Stalk My Life!, the project is still on. There just hasn't been time for resizing and uploading. But I do have some pretty rad shots so stick around, stay tuned, to be continued, and all that jazz. I'll try and get on it tonight unless something mind-blowingly rad happens. But that would be rare for a Monday.

And congrats to D.A.B. and April who just found out the monster in her womb is a girl! I love little girls and know they will be amazingly rockin' parents! Ol' Kentucky babies...who would've thunk it??

HAPPY SPRING!

April 22, 2004 @ 3:04p: Important note: I hate Ashton Kutcher but I love biochemical engineers. This leaves me at a funny sort of crossroads that just can't be crossed. Imagine that imaginable situation, if you will.

I know that I'm right cause I hear it in the night.

I woke up from the most horrific and realistic nightmare of my life this morning. When I finally realized that it was all just a dream, I started screaming uncontrollably. I really could not get a grip. It gave me the shakes and made me sick to my stomach.  I've never been so physically affected by a nightmare before. I had nightmares during my divorce but this...oh god.

I'm not going to go into what it was about because when I re-read this years from now (as I have been with my older blogs), I don't want to remember it. It was awful on so many different levels. If it were a movie, which it could've been, it would've going from a sort of boring drama into a full-on horror film with a shocking ending. I really feel sick again. I have to stop.

I think I have too much on my mind.

October 21, 2002 @ 4:43pm: Switchblade (who I may sometimes refer to as "Johnny Pantsless, due to a Sweetest's Day incident) looked like a porn star while wearing the aforementioned fake mustache. It was quite natural, especially since he was also wearing a one size too small Izod sweater.

Your face looks good to me.

I woke up to a giant dry erase board on the couch that said "Happy Girlfriend Anniversary" with scribbled hearts and flowers on it. I must've had the goofiest grin on my face when I saw that. Yep. 2 years ago today, I checked the "YES" box when asked to be someone's girlfriend. I feel like a nerd this morning...and I like it. Happy 2 Years, Boyfriend.

Now that all the goof is out of my system...

I received some sad news this morning regarding one of my very best friends in the whole world. A person who has always managed to keep me together when I was falling to pieces. Now it's my turn to be there for them and I just have no words of wisdom. I should be an expert, honestly. I hate that this person is hurting. I HATE THAT YOU'RE HURTING! I hate when anyone I love hurts. You want to say and do the right things but being able to provide genuine comfort is difficult. Anyway, if I could go through this pain for you instead, I would, HOESTLY. I love you.

72 days until vacation! WEE!

That's all I've got.

11/4/03 @ 3:06pm: I don't like Turbonegro and it seems as if Bam Margera likes to lick their Norwegian asses. I hope that phase ends soon. Norwegian ass licking and face make-up related to bands is out this season. Stay hip.

Doubles with a twist that I cannot resist.

I'm going to recommend that everyone get a copy of  "Get Fired" by Smoking Popes, preferably on vinyl if you can find it. It's an excellent record for spring or summer. The jams on that album were the soundtrack to many of my favorite high school memories. "Not That Kind of Girlfriend" is my favorite of the bunch though it is the one that sticks out for having a more rockin'/less mellow, sound than the rest. Regardless...get it...listen to it.

I'm in a more mellow/less rockin', mood today.

Retraction: Naduah will NOT win America's Next Top Model. And I'm not just saying that because she was kicked off last week. I changed my mind about her during last week's episode when I realized she was beautiful but her personality was sucko. I don't care about you being raised in a religious cult or about you posing nude with your black husband. Nothing about you seemed genuine. You're off my radar. Now I only care about Raina and Jessica. Sayonara, bald bitch.

On to something less hostile. Oh! I ordered Birnbaum's 2010 Walt Disney World guide. It's the must-have book for anyone planning a trip there. If you're going for more than a day and you're not organized, you'll miss out AND you'll need a vacation from your vacation. I've been there 5 times but this is my first time being the planner. I'm over preparing now so I don't have anything to sweat but sweat itself once we're Florida bound. I'm excited so just humor me.

I really am itching to see "The Runaways" despite the fact that I am anti-Dakota Fanning. I think Kristen Stewart miiiiiight be able to pull off Joan Jett's suttle nastiness. We'll see. Maybe I'll hit the Saturday matinee. I don't want to pay full price for something that has the potential to make me slash the screen to shreds.

May 6, 2004 @ 9:06am : For breakfast, I will be serving up 1/2 a Skor bar, 4 Olive Garden after dinner mints, 3 condoms from Planned Parenthood, and a Meidcal Mutual insurance card covered in notes I took at an Anti-Bush rally on Tuesday. It may not sound healthy, but I'm sure it will be mind-blowingly delicious and thigh fattening.

I wasn't looking but somehow you found me.

You know what's nice about having Todd for a husband? He does things like plan to surprise me with tickets to see Lady Gaga AND accompany me to said show which would no doubt turn his brain to gelatinous mush...as he is not as entertained by "Mister Gaga" as I am.

You know what's nice about having me as a wife? The fact that I'll take my 14 year old neice to the show instead of Todd so he doesn't throw himself in front of a bus. It was the thought that counted and this way, I get to go to the show and he still gets to seem sweet.

"Little Pink Houses" is a TERRIBLE song. Just horrible.

I got some quality sleep last night so I feel far less feisty. But I don't think it was just me who was riled up. Something was going around leaving everyone exhausted and on edge. Ruffling someone's feathers was an easy task to accomplish yesterday. I'm going to blame it on these weathery mood swings. Hopefully a shift is coming...both in temperatures and attitudes.

Oh, and I am SICK of hearing about all this health care mumbo jumbo. Everyone I know is split right down the middle. As a person who is sick 75% of the time, I embrace health care, I do. But I am just tired of hearing about it...and tired is one thing I don't need to be. Does that make me a bad person? I don't think so. Am I fully informed about the issue?  Probably not. I'm just honest about not being politically minded.

I like fun stuff. Talk to me about that.

Now they're livin' at last.

Chronic Fatigue and Insomnia are for the birds.

I hate birds.

This is not how I wanted to start my week, all exhausted and crabby with my head barely screwed on. I woke up every 10 minutes dying of thirst but not wanting to walk down the stairs to remedy the situation. After 2 glasses of water (yes, disgusting water), a liter of Ginger Ale and a glass of lemonade, I vowed to just drink Todd's blood if I woke up again. When I DID wake up, he was gone and I fell off the bed, opting to lay on the floor until the alarm went off. Hooray for being uber-lazy! Sucko.

The weekend was far less annoying.

I made roast beef for the first time (sorry...meat-eaters over here) to celebrate 6 months of wedded chaos and Todd loved it! SUCCESS!!! Saturday we hit the Monsters game...best logo in sports if you ask me. And for the record, Harry Buffalo has the worst french onion soup I've ever had. It tastes like gravel and disappointment.  Sunday we watched Jimmie Johnson win at Bristol...my team ROCKED...and chowed down on some steak. Steak that I don't have to prepare or pay for is always the tastiest. Lots of eating and laughing and good times this weekend.

All ruined by my inability to catch winks!

I know I'm bitching about something that's not a big deal but that's what I do! It's my thing. I'm a  major complainer today because being sleepy can do that to a person. On the bright side, if there is a bright side to being a zombie, the calendar indicates that we'll be leaving for vacation in 79 days. And after I do some scribbling on it, the calendar will also indicate that I'll be in a temporary coma all weekend restoring my awesomeness.

Who can turn the world on with her smile?

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I like today. Even if I don't get swept up on a bunch of drunken bar shenanigans (which typically get annoying on days like today), I just like it. Last year Todd bought food coloring and made me green beer (and red, purple, blue, black...) and I enjoyed myself boatloats. The weather is nice, the sun is out, I'm gonna chow down with my family and enjoy my Irish self!

I guess I woke up on the right side of the bed today!

Rock! SHAM-rock!

(Yes, I know that was corny).

All men have secrets and here is mine.

2 years ago yesterday, Todd and I thumb-wrestled for a date.

2 years ago today, we had that date...and that sleepover.

I was rough around the edges from the St. Patrick's Day Massacre at The Sac (SO FUN) and pretty dead set on staying in bed for the rest of my life. But after a string of adorable texts (hooray for technology), I agreed to go to The Jigsaw to see some bands that I can't remember at this moment. After 5 minutes, I leaned into Megbo and said, "I think I like this guy".

I remember he said I smelled like fruit (I did...peaches...Tom Schulien says men like when girls smell like food). Hot Trash and Potsie (they sound like real bad ass jerks in a biker gang when they're actually too cute for words) said watching us was like watching a romantic comedy. He followed me home and the rest is history. Despite a few rocky spots, we're still retarded for each other. I lurve you, Weasel.

I had to think good thoughts to erase the horrors of yesterday.

Yesterday started off sucko and ended super sucko. If it wasn't for my husband making me a weiner-shaped cookie (and letting me destroy said cookie with my bare hands), staying up past his bed time so I could watch TV, and keeping my achey body in his clutches so I could fall asleep, I probably would've punched a baby and kicked a dog.

Work was basically a tornado. I had annoying computer issues and then I got some stupid phone calls harrassing me about a debt I paid off 2 years ago. Morons. Then on the way to work out, I got nauseated and dizzy. I almost felt car sick. I was peeling off clothes so I didn't over heat and rolling all the windows down. I got it together and decided to drive home instead of pumping iron...and got a flat tire right in the midst of all the Presidential visit traffic!!! And guess what? My spare was flat.

I know these are all little things and I shoudl shut my rambling mouth but they were little and annoying and added up. From what I can tell, a lot of people would like to erase yesterday from the calendars. But they all woke up bright eyes and bushy tailed, ready for a fresh start. I woke up still feeling surly and ready to punch-n-kick buildings. Bad attitude over here.

Life doesn't stop for bad days so...

Tear-stained pictures of younger days.

I'm watching "Celebrity Fit Club". Bobby Brown needs a beat down. Jackass. And these fools on "True Life: I'm a Compulsive Shopper" can just take a hike as far as I'm concerned. Is "My Life As Liz" an actual documentary about a real person? She seems mighty phony and way too cute. On deck? An episode of "Parenthood" that I missed starring the former Lorelai Gilmore. Yep. Turning my brain to mush...by choice.

And you heard it here first: Naduah or Raina will win America's Next Top Model. It'll be quite the toss up between bald-headed or block-toothed. Wednesday nights are cherished.

This weekend was pretty solid, I'm happy to report.

I got a bonus day off which I spent shopping...something I am not very good at. I rush in and out of stores like a spazz. I hate trying on clothes. I hate dealing with crowded stores and over-stuffed racks. And for whatever reason, I was not feeling my body in the mall mirror but I think a lot of it was in my head. Due to the Bronchitis, I haven't been to the gym but I'm fixing that tomorrow. And I managed to get my shtuff together enough to find a bunch of new duds and accesories without clubbing a sales girl to death with a hanger.

Todd and I had a super fun lunch date, bought our Deadbolt tickets (!!!), and went to Phoebe's art show at Brandt Gallery. The artist was as cute as could be and the work was amazing. She sold a boatload and deserves all of her success. High five. It was great to spend two days in a row drinking and gabbing with Rocko, Poppy and Carol, as we saw them all again at Phoebe and Ryan's reception, along with a bunch of my other amazing pals. Congrats and all the happiness in the world to Mr. and Mrs. Foltz. No one deserves it more. And I still owe you a "bachelorette" Melting Pot date. A little out of order but why be traditional?

Today has been quiet and lowkey. We ordered in some Chinese food, watched "Zombieland" and "Shaun Of The Dead" while the puppies munched on new bones.The hubby has hit the matress early so I'm enjoying a little chill time: blogging, bad TV, doing laundry, eating ice cream. Weekends need to be more like this one with a good balance of "me" time, out-n-about time, and quality home time. My batteries feel recharged for whatever the week ahead throws at me. I'm ready to work, I'm ready to sweat, I'm ready. Period.

And to my friends riding the rollercoaster right now, I'm thinking about you. I have zero words of wisdom. I'm just sorry that you have to be on the rollercoaster at all. You're awesome people and I hope good things quickly come your way!

We all know what she wants. Just one thing.

My bad attitude has been rearranged.

I reminded myself yesterday of all the springy goodness that will take place ones the temperature rises. Though I couldn't see it at the time of my mini-freak out, Todd told me the sun was a-shinin'. Then I re-made my list of things I will do once spring has sprung and I was smiling again.

I won't lie. The theme from "The Letter People" helped.

"Triops Has Three Eyes" ALWAYS helps.

AND I'M FEELING BETTER! Not 100% but improved.

This weekend is going to be stellar so that has my mood perked as well. Friday night is Phoebe's art show opening at Brandt Gallery and that can NOT be missed ! Hopefully we're hitting dinner somewhere awesome before or after with out pals from Utah (they are NOT Mormon so I let it slide). Saturday afternoon is Phoebe and Ryan's wedding reception jam and lots of pals from near and far will be there...even my folks!...so it's going to be a GREAT time, no doubt!

Life is good, per usual, now that I'm done being an uber-spazz.

Life is really un-fun right now.

8:00am on Saturday morning and there I was stuck at the doctor's office, again. Bronchitis. Awesome. I've been sick 3 times in the past 5 weeks and to be honest, my attitude has really become very "I don't care about anything any more".  I'm quite aware that's a defeatest attitude. I don't care about working out, I don't care about being a bitch, I don't care about getting going on the art show. I just pretty much gave up which is sucko because I felt so upbeat and pumped last week.

This is all so fucking lame, pardon my French, and pardon the fact that I'm not fond of the French. I don't want to be touched, I don't want to be talked to, I don't want to eat or laugh or anything. Maybe I should have started this out by saying I am NOT depressed. I'm don't tolerate that. Spazzy? Yes. A lot. Depressed? No. I don't work like that. I really hate feeling this way and I want to shake it off but it's stuck. I'm hoping for a drastic improvement once my lungs stop trying to escape and the weather improves.

I'm not having a pity party. I'm just pissed.

I've exercised, tried to eat healthier, lessened my alcohol intake, tried to get quality sleep, attempted to lower my my stress levels, got a family doctor to keep track of things...all to no avail. I've been poked and prodded (my doctor is hungry for blood). What's my next step? I don't believe in hollistic medicine or acupuncture, hypnosis, any of that shtuff. I certainly don't think prayer is going to suddenly give me a new immune system (sorry mom).

Yeah, I'm done bitching for now. It's not helping anything.