Oklahoma has always been my home.
I've never lived anywhere but here.
The older I get though, the more wanderlust I aquire.
I just put my baby (Harley Iron883) up for the season, and I'm already getting antsy.
The weather is getting colder, the days getting shorter, and slowly my heart's getting mended.
The months are going by so quickly now.
I've never smiled, laughed, drank, conversed, cried, and rejoiced so much in my life.
But there always comes a time in your life where you meet that crossroads.
I think I'm staring at that 'V' in the road right now, squinting at the horizon to try and see what's just past my line of sight.
Some interesting things are in store for me, I can feel it.
Stay tuned.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
Adjusting
Just a random update.
It takes a while for one to adjust to so much freedom.
Jodi Foster’s character in Silence of the Lambs tells Hannibal of her time on a distant relation’s farm; how she tried to release the lambs from being slaughtered, but they wouldn’t flee, the fence was open, but they just stood there. They were so accustomed to the captivity they didn’t know or want anything else.
That’s a morbid comparison, but since its October you should allow me certain liberties.
Although it looked (on Facebook and this blog) that I just went wild after the divorce and was having a blast doing anything and everything I could, in reality I was floundering a bit.
I think it helped me to stay busy with nonsense in order to not come to terms with the changes and responsibilities of being alone for the first time in nearly 7 years.
It is exactly that, lonely.
You roll over in bed, and realize you can roll over two more times if you want.
You sit on the couch and have sole control over the remote.
You ride around on your Harley and have no distractions but your thoughts, the fresh air, and the sunshine.
These may sound like positive things, and they are, but they come with a price.
Divorce is not fun, it’s not a picnic, and there are so many emotions going through you, all you can do is ride them out.
I think one of the worst things about divorce is realizing that you can only depend on yourself for strength and support.
Don’t get me wrong, without Jen’s and my family’s support I’m not sure what I would have done, but in the end you go home to an empty apartment and all there is, is silence.
One of the weirdest things about divorce is other people’s reactions to it, the questions, and the fallout. My family pretty much prefers to ignore the whole event, although if either my sister’s husband or my father were to accidentally meet my ex again, I’m not sure everyone would come out of it unscathed. I’ll have you know I did nothing to encourage that, but I strangely take comfort in it. My friends all expect me to badmouth. I’m supposed to be the slighted party, and they are supposed to be biased for me. But we all still work together, and they still have to maintain friendships with him, so I can’t live up to that expectation. When coworkers or friends actually ask the question why, I mostly just differ to the old, “we grew apart,” explanation. Not just to help him or I save face on the job, but because they all tend to get that glassy, glazed-over look if you actually start to explain with some depth.
There is only one person who knows the whole story, probably both sides even, because she was front and center. Maybe someday someone will want to REALLY get to know me I’ll tell the real story, the messy one, the one Jen knows, no holding back, and they will actually be interested. The glassy eyes will be because of heartfelt concern and empathy instead of boredom.
For now, I’m working my ass off, and going back to school.
I’m getting really comfortable with rolling as much as I like in my bed at night.
Being able to commandeer the remote is a privilege I enjoy immensely.
And taking leisurely morning rides unaccompanied on my new Harley are one of the keenest pleasures I have known.
I’d like to think that if Jodi Foster had the time to wait a bit longer on the lambs, instead of grabbing one and taking off running, she would have seen one slowly ease of the pen, look around wearily at first, but then lope off towards the mountains.
It takes a while for one to adjust to so much freedom.
Jodi Foster’s character in Silence of the Lambs tells Hannibal of her time on a distant relation’s farm; how she tried to release the lambs from being slaughtered, but they wouldn’t flee, the fence was open, but they just stood there. They were so accustomed to the captivity they didn’t know or want anything else.
That’s a morbid comparison, but since its October you should allow me certain liberties.
Although it looked (on Facebook and this blog) that I just went wild after the divorce and was having a blast doing anything and everything I could, in reality I was floundering a bit.
I think it helped me to stay busy with nonsense in order to not come to terms with the changes and responsibilities of being alone for the first time in nearly 7 years.
It is exactly that, lonely.
You roll over in bed, and realize you can roll over two more times if you want.
You sit on the couch and have sole control over the remote.
You ride around on your Harley and have no distractions but your thoughts, the fresh air, and the sunshine.
These may sound like positive things, and they are, but they come with a price.
Divorce is not fun, it’s not a picnic, and there are so many emotions going through you, all you can do is ride them out.
I think one of the worst things about divorce is realizing that you can only depend on yourself for strength and support.
Don’t get me wrong, without Jen’s and my family’s support I’m not sure what I would have done, but in the end you go home to an empty apartment and all there is, is silence.
One of the weirdest things about divorce is other people’s reactions to it, the questions, and the fallout. My family pretty much prefers to ignore the whole event, although if either my sister’s husband or my father were to accidentally meet my ex again, I’m not sure everyone would come out of it unscathed. I’ll have you know I did nothing to encourage that, but I strangely take comfort in it. My friends all expect me to badmouth. I’m supposed to be the slighted party, and they are supposed to be biased for me. But we all still work together, and they still have to maintain friendships with him, so I can’t live up to that expectation. When coworkers or friends actually ask the question why, I mostly just differ to the old, “we grew apart,” explanation. Not just to help him or I save face on the job, but because they all tend to get that glassy, glazed-over look if you actually start to explain with some depth.
There is only one person who knows the whole story, probably both sides even, because she was front and center. Maybe someday someone will want to REALLY get to know me I’ll tell the real story, the messy one, the one Jen knows, no holding back, and they will actually be interested. The glassy eyes will be because of heartfelt concern and empathy instead of boredom.
For now, I’m working my ass off, and going back to school.
I’m getting really comfortable with rolling as much as I like in my bed at night.
Being able to commandeer the remote is a privilege I enjoy immensely.
And taking leisurely morning rides unaccompanied on my new Harley are one of the keenest pleasures I have known.
I’d like to think that if Jodi Foster had the time to wait a bit longer on the lambs, instead of grabbing one and taking off running, she would have seen one slowly ease of the pen, look around wearily at first, but then lope off towards the mountains.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Alcoholic Musings of Brilliance
You never showed at the festival. Or at least the Universe didn't let us collide. Perhaps next year...
We've both mentioned how fun it would have been had we both been single at the same time, possibly able to live together or have the opportunity to go out together more. On Friday night on our way home, we settled into our easy conversation, grabbing Taco Bueno with the midnight snack cravings. We have this way with each other. Its very comforting to be able to express oneself openly about anything and have no worry about judgement. Once again we reminisced about the fun evening of drinking and music, and wished we could do it more often. She suddenly stopped and looked pensive for a moment. Then said something along the lines of , 'I think it worked out this way because we were exactly what the other person needed at the moment they needed it.' Which struck me in my post drunken, late night, munchy, chatty, starting-to-get-sleepy stupor (the exact moment when the brilliance shines through), that she hit the nail on the head. Had we both been in the middle of a divorce, who would have been the stronghold? We would have both been emotional wrecks, and just dragged each other down. It helped to go over late at night and cry on her shoulder, and see the life she was able to make for herself on the other side of a divorce: The wonderful loving husband, and the beautiful baby in the next room. It gives me hope. I hate to say it, but even though I'm older, she's kind of my mentor in a lot of ways. Even though no one can claim to be perfect or have it all figured out, she seems to have a pretty good idea. I'm fortunate to call her my best friend.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
It depends...
I think I've mentioned on a post by post basis how much of a dork I am.
At least I hope that my dorkiness is somewhat endearing.
A woman in my department turned 50 last week. We all decided to get her gag gifts. They of course pick me to buy the most ridiculous gift, the adult diapers, DEPENDS. I didn't care really, said sure. I go to the store that night also intending on buying my groceries. Now as a little back story I think its hilarious buying stuff like that, and sure I do get embarrassed when I have to purchase certain items occasionally, but at this point in my life I've pretty much owned up to my un-cool status. I love to be in the Pharmacy line, which happens to be directly next to the condom display and watch for the teenagers that do a quick pass over, then come back and snag a box of condoms as quickly as possible. It tickles me pink. But on this particular trip I saw three, I repeat (3) of my coworkers. By the end of my grocery trip I purposefully buried that bag so far at the bottom of my cart it was practically on the ground. I can only wonder what those people must think of me.
The story and my embarrassment doesn't end there.
The next day I get a little of a late start and rush inside the building juggling my purse, a folder of papers I'd worked on the night before, a to-go coffee mug full of hot coffee, and the now wrapped(I guess bagged is the correct term) gift. At 11:30 we all take the gifts and cake and surprise her with them. The joking and harassing is endless, it's almost too much. She has a walker, denture cream, hemorrhoid cream, etc. Everyone is ragging on how old she is. She gets to my gift, and everyone laughs it up, but she reaches in again, and pulls out MY CAR KEYS. Everyone is confused for a second and I try to think of some joke to play it off as planned. Nope. Got nothing. They must have fallen in when I was juggling my stuff that morning.
I awkwardly step forward to ask for my keys back, and the group goes wild with laughter. "Who really needs those depends?!" OMG. I think my face was as red as an apple, and I reverted mentally to a toddler, just pouting while I took a verbal smack down like you wouldn't believe. She even placed HER walker in front of me. I was one step away from stomping my foot in a tantrum. The meanies.
At least I got cake....
So how dorky am I, well, it DEPENDS...
-pun intended
\m/
At least I hope that my dorkiness is somewhat endearing.
A woman in my department turned 50 last week. We all decided to get her gag gifts. They of course pick me to buy the most ridiculous gift, the adult diapers, DEPENDS. I didn't care really, said sure. I go to the store that night also intending on buying my groceries. Now as a little back story I think its hilarious buying stuff like that, and sure I do get embarrassed when I have to purchase certain items occasionally, but at this point in my life I've pretty much owned up to my un-cool status. I love to be in the Pharmacy line, which happens to be directly next to the condom display and watch for the teenagers that do a quick pass over, then come back and snag a box of condoms as quickly as possible. It tickles me pink. But on this particular trip I saw three, I repeat (3) of my coworkers. By the end of my grocery trip I purposefully buried that bag so far at the bottom of my cart it was practically on the ground. I can only wonder what those people must think of me.
The story and my embarrassment doesn't end there.
The next day I get a little of a late start and rush inside the building juggling my purse, a folder of papers I'd worked on the night before, a to-go coffee mug full of hot coffee, and the now wrapped(I guess bagged is the correct term) gift. At 11:30 we all take the gifts and cake and surprise her with them. The joking and harassing is endless, it's almost too much. She has a walker, denture cream, hemorrhoid cream, etc. Everyone is ragging on how old she is. She gets to my gift, and everyone laughs it up, but she reaches in again, and pulls out MY CAR KEYS. Everyone is confused for a second and I try to think of some joke to play it off as planned. Nope. Got nothing. They must have fallen in when I was juggling my stuff that morning.
I awkwardly step forward to ask for my keys back, and the group goes wild with laughter. "Who really needs those depends?!" OMG. I think my face was as red as an apple, and I reverted mentally to a toddler, just pouting while I took a verbal smack down like you wouldn't believe. She even placed HER walker in front of me. I was one step away from stomping my foot in a tantrum. The meanies.
At least I got cake....
So how dorky am I, well, it DEPENDS...
-pun intended
\m/
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
The American Dream
You know what they say about music being therapy for all different types of moods. On my way to work I have the radio playing when Rise Against "Satellite" comes on. I've heard this song dozens of times, but for some reason never really listened to the lyrics. I turned it up really loud and the poetry really spoke to me (cheesy but true).
~
You can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame
You have to cross the line just to remember where it lays
You won't know your worth now, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it
That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall
That's why we stick to your game plans and party lives
But at night we're conspiring by candlelight
We are the orphans of the American dream
So shine your light on me
You can't fill your cup until you empty all it has
You can't understand what lays ahead
If you don't understand the past
You'll never learn to fly now
'Til you're standing at the cliff
And you can't truly love until you've given up on it
That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall
That's why we stick to your game plans and party lives
But at night we're conspiring by candlelight
We are the orphans of the American dream
So shine your light on me
She told me that she never could face the world again
So I offered up a plan
We'll sneak out while they sleep
And sail off in the night.
We'll come clean and start over the rest of our lives.
When we're gone we'll stay gone.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It's not too late,
We have the rest of our lives.
We'll sneak out while they sleep
And sail off in the night
We'll come clean and start over the rest of our lives
When we're gone we'll stay gone.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It's not too late,
We have the rest of our lives.
The rest of our lives
Because we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall
That's why we stick to your game plans and party lives
But at night we're conspiring by candlelight
We are the orphans of the American dream
So shine your light on me (shine your light on me)
Because we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
'cause these are the things that we can't deny now
This is a life that you can't deny us now
~
I feel like I haven't really started living until recently. I've lived my life with this sheltered attitude, the real me only occasionally peeking out with a tattoo here or there or a tipsy Melody getting over being shy and having a blast. I'm finally on the right track. I'm enjoying my freedom, traveling a lot, in school to finish my degree.
One night last week I laid in bed for hours thinking about what exactly 'I' wanted to do with myself. I decided that when I finish school in a year or so from now, I'm going on the road "Easy Rider" style.
I'm going to reward myself after graduation with a few weeks of vacation on the open road. My ex sold my motorcycle, but I'll buy one. Pack a bag with a few essentials, a sleeping bag, and go. Jen is a little weary I might never come back if I go full biker. Mostly I just want to see the country. People are always talking about backpacking through Europe when I really haven't seen much of my own country. Just head out and turn left, when you can't go any further then turn right. I've made up my mind. No one can change it. I'm sure my parents will worry about the safety aspects of being a woman and alone, but I won't be swayed.
I'm already compiling a list of places I definitely want to see.
Perhaps I'll chronicle the trip here on this blog for all of you to enjoy.
\m/
~
You can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame
You have to cross the line just to remember where it lays
You won't know your worth now, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it
That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall
That's why we stick to your game plans and party lives
But at night we're conspiring by candlelight
We are the orphans of the American dream
So shine your light on me
You can't fill your cup until you empty all it has
You can't understand what lays ahead
If you don't understand the past
You'll never learn to fly now
'Til you're standing at the cliff
And you can't truly love until you've given up on it
That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall
That's why we stick to your game plans and party lives
But at night we're conspiring by candlelight
We are the orphans of the American dream
So shine your light on me
She told me that she never could face the world again
So I offered up a plan
We'll sneak out while they sleep
And sail off in the night.
We'll come clean and start over the rest of our lives.
When we're gone we'll stay gone.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It's not too late,
We have the rest of our lives.
We'll sneak out while they sleep
And sail off in the night
We'll come clean and start over the rest of our lives
When we're gone we'll stay gone.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It's not too late,
We have the rest of our lives.
The rest of our lives
Because we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall
That's why we stick to your game plans and party lives
But at night we're conspiring by candlelight
We are the orphans of the American dream
So shine your light on me (shine your light on me)
Because we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
'cause these are the things that we can't deny now
This is a life that you can't deny us now
~
I feel like I haven't really started living until recently. I've lived my life with this sheltered attitude, the real me only occasionally peeking out with a tattoo here or there or a tipsy Melody getting over being shy and having a blast. I'm finally on the right track. I'm enjoying my freedom, traveling a lot, in school to finish my degree.
One night last week I laid in bed for hours thinking about what exactly 'I' wanted to do with myself. I decided that when I finish school in a year or so from now, I'm going on the road "Easy Rider" style.
I'm already compiling a list of places I definitely want to see.
Perhaps I'll chronicle the trip here on this blog for all of you to enjoy.
\m/
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Houston...There is no problem...
This weekend Grayson & I took a trip to Houston for the Free Press Summer Festival, this SOLDOUT music festival nestled in Downtown Houston's Eleanor Tinsley Park with 87 bands playing on 6 stages pretty much constantly over 2 days.
To say this was a concert is the understatement of the century. It was 10x the size of Rocklahoma from the weekend before.
We started the weekend off on Friday after work. I met Grayson at her loft and dropped off my car and we road tripped it down to Houston that night, arriving around 1a.m. to our hotel the Houston Marriott Downtown. We slept in until around 10, and got up and ate some lunch. Braving the Houston downtown traffic was a nightmare for two small town Oklahoma girls. We pretty much white knuckled our way a few miles down the road. We saw a cute little tattoo shop downtown and decided to go and have a look before we went to the festival, seeing as the first band we were really wanting to see wasn't until 5ish. We walked in and they told us they could tattoo us both for $20. We couldn't turn that down.
They mostly just wanted to flirt, and he wouldn't even take my tip. We promised next time we were in town we'd go by and see him. ;)
We valeted the car back at our hotel (everything is valet in fancy schmancy Houston) and walked the 8 blocks to the festival that day.
We moved across all 6 stages, and saw: Alabama Shakes, Arctic Monkeys, 2 Chainz, Passion Pit, and ended the night with Calvin Harris.
Day 2 started with me jumping on Grayson's bed to wake her up around 10. I was hoping to get in a little Houston culture other than the festival (ie The Space Center -cause I'm a science dork) but Gray was really dragging. I don't blame her, we'd already braved the whole afternoon in the 95° weather yesterday. Finally got her up and around and we checked out at noon. She wasn't really into the whole science geekery, but I managed to talk her into the aquarium, which was only a few blocks away. We had lunch at the restaurant there, and talked her into the shark tour.
Then walked back to the festival and saw some really great bands:
Mavis Staples, Cat Power (one of my faves), Of Monsters and Men, Macklemore, Grace Potter and the Nocturnals (THE BEST), Social Distortion, and Bassnectar.
Have to say getting to see Cat Power was really awesome. Apparently she's had a rough year, usually cancels or doesn't show up to gigs. She looked cracked out on something, mumbling in between songs and almost crying at one point, but the way she sang was amazing. And I hate to say it, but I wouldn't be surprised if she passed soon, and I feel privileged to have seen her. Grace Potter and the Nocturnals were the best of the whole weekend. She was energetic and amazing. They covered Black Sabbath's War Pigs, and the crowd was so into it, the energy was a literal buzzing. We drove back that night after Bassnectar's rave, and made it back to Pryor at 5 a.m. on Monday morning, jamming out in the car the whole way to keep each other awake. Poor Grayson had to work, but I took the day off, and spent it napping by the apt pool, reading, and had a late lunch with JEN.
Who's going with me next year?
We started the weekend off on Friday after work. I met Grayson at her loft and dropped off my car and we road tripped it down to Houston that night, arriving around 1a.m. to our hotel the Houston Marriott Downtown. We slept in until around 10, and got up and ate some lunch. Braving the Houston downtown traffic was a nightmare for two small town Oklahoma girls. We pretty much white knuckled our way a few miles down the road. We saw a cute little tattoo shop downtown and decided to go and have a look before we went to the festival, seeing as the first band we were really wanting to see wasn't until 5ish. We walked in and they told us they could tattoo us both for $20. We couldn't turn that down.
We valeted the car back at our hotel (everything is valet in fancy schmancy Houston) and walked the 8 blocks to the festival that day.
We moved across all 6 stages, and saw: Alabama Shakes, Arctic Monkeys, 2 Chainz, Passion Pit, and ended the night with Calvin Harris.
Day 2 started with me jumping on Grayson's bed to wake her up around 10. I was hoping to get in a little Houston culture other than the festival (ie The Space Center -cause I'm a science dork) but Gray was really dragging. I don't blame her, we'd already braved the whole afternoon in the 95° weather yesterday. Finally got her up and around and we checked out at noon. She wasn't really into the whole science geekery, but I managed to talk her into the aquarium, which was only a few blocks away. We had lunch at the restaurant there, and talked her into the shark tour.
Mavis Staples, Cat Power (one of my faves), Of Monsters and Men, Macklemore, Grace Potter and the Nocturnals (THE BEST), Social Distortion, and Bassnectar.
Have to say getting to see Cat Power was really awesome. Apparently she's had a rough year, usually cancels or doesn't show up to gigs. She looked cracked out on something, mumbling in between songs and almost crying at one point, but the way she sang was amazing. And I hate to say it, but I wouldn't be surprised if she passed soon, and I feel privileged to have seen her. Grace Potter and the Nocturnals were the best of the whole weekend. She was energetic and amazing. They covered Black Sabbath's War Pigs, and the crowd was so into it, the energy was a literal buzzing. We drove back that night after Bassnectar's rave, and made it back to Pryor at 5 a.m. on Monday morning, jamming out in the car the whole way to keep each other awake. Poor Grayson had to work, but I took the day off, and spent it napping by the apt pool, reading, and had a late lunch with JEN.
Who's going with me next year?
Thursday, May 30, 2013
***Caution***
I really shouldn't be allowed to leave the house without wearing a neon hunting vest over bubble wrap, knee & elbow pads, hockey gear, and a helmet.
And I wonder where I get all these bruises all the time, but really I'm a walking disaster zone.
My poor body has been through so much abuse these past few days.
So I've already mentioned my fall at Rocklahoma that resulted in a gigantic bruise covering one whole ass cheek. I've had to lean to the left in my office chair all week trying not to put too much of my weight on it.
Well today was worse.
I started off the day walking down my wet apartment stairs to get to my car. I almost dropped my purse in a puddle and scrambled to catch it and almost fell down a whole flight of stairs...narrowly catching myself and my purse. *Whew, crisis for the day averted*
Nope.
I get to work and munch on my apple. In the middle of one bite I chomp down on my tongue like there is no tomorrow. I guess it wasn't fast enough to dodge my bully teeth. That'll teach it!
Today was a co worker's birthday, so I drove a few of us to lunch. When we get in the parking lot, the rain just lightens up so we jump out and make a run for it, right as the wind picks up, blows my wall of hair right in my face, I'm blind at this point...and I run smack -elbow first- into my car mirror and ping off like a freaking pinball. *INSERT EXPLETIVE*
I walk/run it off to get inside the BBQ place and everyone laughs at my clumsiness. They don't even know the half of it.
Not an hour after we get back from lunch and I'm filing some papers in the PO filing cabinet and scratch my brow. *BAM* nail the other elbow on the way down. At this point I'm looking around wearily at everything within reach like they are rattlesnakes about to bite, walking gingerly and peeking around corners. What seemingly innate and safe but actually extremely dangerous object will attack me next!?!
My poor body has been through so much abuse these past few days.
So I've already mentioned my fall at Rocklahoma that resulted in a gigantic bruise covering one whole ass cheek. I've had to lean to the left in my office chair all week trying not to put too much of my weight on it.
Well today was worse.
I started off the day walking down my wet apartment stairs to get to my car. I almost dropped my purse in a puddle and scrambled to catch it and almost fell down a whole flight of stairs...narrowly catching myself and my purse. *Whew, crisis for the day averted*
Nope.
I get to work and munch on my apple. In the middle of one bite I chomp down on my tongue like there is no tomorrow. I guess it wasn't fast enough to dodge my bully teeth. That'll teach it!
Today was a co worker's birthday, so I drove a few of us to lunch. When we get in the parking lot, the rain just lightens up so we jump out and make a run for it, right as the wind picks up, blows my wall of hair right in my face, I'm blind at this point...and I run smack -elbow first- into my car mirror and ping off like a freaking pinball. *INSERT EXPLETIVE*
I walk/run it off to get inside the BBQ place and everyone laughs at my clumsiness. They don't even know the half of it.
Not an hour after we get back from lunch and I'm filing some papers in the PO filing cabinet and scratch my brow. *BAM* nail the other elbow on the way down. At this point I'm looking around wearily at everything within reach like they are rattlesnakes about to bite, walking gingerly and peeking around corners. What seemingly innate and safe but actually extremely dangerous object will attack me next!?!
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Rocklahoma 2013
What a weekend.
Pretty much went straight from work to the Rocklahoma grounds on Friday, and didn't leave much but to sleep a few hours and go back out to Rock some more. Sorry mom, if you are reading, I promise I was responsible and didn't drive intoxicated.
Day 1 Started out with Papa Roach, a Pabst and a Jack n coke later and we took this pic. Bush came on shortly after, and another Jack n coke and half of Grayson's later, and I'm lit up. Guns n Roses came after two more beers, but they were about an hour late, so when it was 12:30-1:00 a.m. rolled around and they'd only played 1 of their hits, we called it quits for day 1.
Day 2 started with a few Keystone's. (These were free, so I can't complain.) After having spent entirely too much money on Friday, we brought a cooler with us, and chilled and drank in the parking lots/empty fields and only went in to watch the bands we liked. Halestorm was awesome, so was Bullet for my Valentine. It was freaking hot that day, so the drinking of beer got a little excessive to keep cool. - There was also a little honey whiskey in there... Mixing was a bad idea. I ended up flat on my behind while jumping up and down to Alice in Chains. There may have been a kiss with one of Grayson's relations, but I feel too weird about going into depth about uncles, and older men. We ended the night with a bonfire at Gray's dad's house.
Day 3 I woke up with a Black and Blue behind. I would post a pic of it, but I'm trying to censor myself a little. ;) We look a little worse for wear at this point. I pretty much just rolled out of bed, tied a headband on my head, and met up with Gray. We talked a lot today over the sounds of Cheap Trick. I couldn't really help but give Gray the 3rd degree about her love life, and she took it like a champ. I just don't want her to have regrets like I do. We made some friends that day, and were challenged to weird dance-offs and wardrobe swaps. Korn finished up the festival and we went home and crashed.
Round two is this weekend in Houston at the FPSF. More pics and play by plays to come!
Pretty much went straight from work to the Rocklahoma grounds on Friday, and didn't leave much but to sleep a few hours and go back out to Rock some more. Sorry mom, if you are reading, I promise I was responsible and didn't drive intoxicated.
Round two is this weekend in Houston at the FPSF. More pics and play by plays to come!
Monday, May 13, 2013
Vikings
Sorry about not posting for a while.
Had a little incident with my ex.
Seems that his mother was checking up on me on facebook and found a link to my website.
I think this is funny, because even though I've had this for years now, I don't think my ex ever made the effort to read it. Anyway, she was offended by my post with the country song.
Even though there was nothing malicious in it, and was supposed to be silly, I guess it was misconstrued and he asked me to delete it or take the link from my facebook down.
I took the link down.
Because I'm nice, and I still care about her feelings.
Also my mother and sister discovered this too, so now I feel like I need to edit my language and content.
Hopefully everything is all cooled down now.
She stayed with me for a few days and we watched a ton of episodes of VIKINGS, this new show on the History Channel.
We talked about how I wished I would have gone on the European vacation with her, but Joe wouldn't let me, and she brought up this Viking tour vacation. Its a cruise down the Rhine River, starting in Amsterdam.
I laughed a little at the thought of going to Amsterdam with my mother. But the more I thought about it, the better and better it sounded. I have no obligations right now to anyone other than myself. I am back in school, but we should be done by early December. What better way to celebrate my first Christmas alone, than with my mother on a cruise? I'm not sure if this is the exact cruise she had in mind, but this is the general itinerary.
I think I'm going to save up some money to do this. I have never been out of the country and I would like to before settling down again, if that is even in the cards for me. I've already gotten to experience so much in the few months I've been divorced. Been to some of the best concerts, had the most fun with my friends I've ever had.
I've got Rocklahoma coming up in two weeks, then the FPSMFestival in Houston the weekend after that. No time for dwelling on a wasted past, only looking forward to the future.
Had a little incident with my ex.
Seems that his mother was checking up on me on facebook and found a link to my website.
I think this is funny, because even though I've had this for years now, I don't think my ex ever made the effort to read it. Anyway, she was offended by my post with the country song.
Even though there was nothing malicious in it, and was supposed to be silly, I guess it was misconstrued and he asked me to delete it or take the link from my facebook down.
I took the link down.
Because I'm nice, and I still care about her feelings.
Also my mother and sister discovered this too, so now I feel like I need to edit my language and content.
Hopefully everything is all cooled down now.
My mother was in town recently helping out with my nephew, who is still as adorable as ever:
I laughed a little at the thought of going to Amsterdam with my mother. But the more I thought about it, the better and better it sounded. I have no obligations right now to anyone other than myself. I am back in school, but we should be done by early December. What better way to celebrate my first Christmas alone, than with my mother on a cruise? I'm not sure if this is the exact cruise she had in mind, but this is the general itinerary.
I've got Rocklahoma coming up in two weeks, then the FPSMFestival in Houston the weekend after that. No time for dwelling on a wasted past, only looking forward to the future.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
My Dorkiness Knows No Bounds
So I pretty much came to terms with my dorkiness a long time ago.
I joke with people and say I'm about at the 85th percentile on the scale of dorky.
The comics, the social awkwardness, my laugh (that everyone comments on), the poor eyesight, lack of fashion sense, love of Star Wars, the list goes on.....
Looks like lately I've jumped up to the 90th percentile.
I went to the dentist yesterday, my 6 mo. cleaning.
It was time for the x-rays.
Seems they noticed a bit of change in the surface of my teeth and he tells me I must be 'grinding' my teeth, most likely while I sleep.
This doesn't surprise me, my mom has mentioned several times how she does that. Probably hereditary, just like the horrid migraines and poor eyesight I got from her. "THANKS MOM" ;) I have been having nightmares lately, I wonder if its related?
But then it hits me....
and I bring my hands up to my face as I ask the dreaded question....
OH NO....
"I'm going to have to wear a mouth guard or something aren't I?"
"You need to give it some serious thought, probably have to wear it at night," He says, sealing my fate.
He grins at my crestfallen response.
All I can think of now is that Katy Perry music video for "Last Friday Night." (YouTube it if you haven't seen it) She wears this hideous mouth guard/head gear in it. Ugh. I'm never going to get a date.
I also realized the dorkiness has gotten worse at work today.
Last night I made Spaghetti and meatballs, it was amazing, but I have a ton leftover (hard to cook for 1 person!) I brought it to work to eat for lunch since I'm swamped and wasn't going to take a lunch break.
I sit down at my desk, start to stir it up, look down at my PRISTINE white button-up shirt, and think, "The odds are never in your favor, this will end badly." I cross the room, close my door, and proceed to take off my shirt.
Yes, I ate my delicious leftover Spaghetti and Meatballs in my office with no shirt on.
I decided it was more ridiculous to walk around with sauce splatters on my nice shirt than just eat half-naked in my office.
Makes sense?
95th percentile it is...
\m/
I joke with people and say I'm about at the 85th percentile on the scale of dorky.
The comics, the social awkwardness, my laugh (that everyone comments on), the poor eyesight, lack of fashion sense, love of Star Wars, the list goes on.....
Looks like lately I've jumped up to the 90th percentile.
I went to the dentist yesterday, my 6 mo. cleaning.
It was time for the x-rays.
Seems they noticed a bit of change in the surface of my teeth and he tells me I must be 'grinding' my teeth, most likely while I sleep.
This doesn't surprise me, my mom has mentioned several times how she does that. Probably hereditary, just like the horrid migraines and poor eyesight I got from her. "THANKS MOM" ;) I have been having nightmares lately, I wonder if its related?
But then it hits me....
and I bring my hands up to my face as I ask the dreaded question....
OH NO....
"I'm going to have to wear a mouth guard or something aren't I?"
"You need to give it some serious thought, probably have to wear it at night," He says, sealing my fate.
He grins at my crestfallen response.
All I can think of now is that Katy Perry music video for "Last Friday Night." (YouTube it if you haven't seen it) She wears this hideous mouth guard/head gear in it. Ugh. I'm never going to get a date.
I also realized the dorkiness has gotten worse at work today.
Last night I made Spaghetti and meatballs, it was amazing, but I have a ton leftover (hard to cook for 1 person!) I brought it to work to eat for lunch since I'm swamped and wasn't going to take a lunch break.
I sit down at my desk, start to stir it up, look down at my PRISTINE white button-up shirt, and think, "The odds are never in your favor, this will end badly." I cross the room, close my door, and proceed to take off my shirt.
Yes, I ate my delicious leftover Spaghetti and Meatballs in my office with no shirt on.
I decided it was more ridiculous to walk around with sauce splatters on my nice shirt than just eat half-naked in my office.
Makes sense?
95th percentile it is...
\m/
Monday, April 15, 2013
People of Walmart
I really hope God is getting a kick out of my life.
I think I'm living out a great personal comedy right now.
I ordered a couch a few months ago from Mathis Brothers.
Went in and tried out pretty much every single couch that was available.
And by 'try out' I mean sit on, lay on, bounce on, put my feet up, etc.
The poor salesguy was probably rolling his eyes by the end of it.
Out of every model they had in the showroom I picked the one that they didn't have in stock in the warehouse.
So we had to order it.
Boy did they order it.
They had it in stock in Oklahoma City, but my salesman must not have known how to tranfer a model, because somehow he ended up placing a special order for it to be built from the factory.
So instead of having it delivered probably that weekend, I waited a month for it to arrive.
All the while I'm sitting on a bag chair in my new apartment looking like a bum.
Well it finally arrives and they call me the day its supposed to deliver and tell me that they are terribly sorry but there is a tear in the back of it.
They go ahead and bring it out to me but order a replacement, and will come back by to switch them out when the new one is finished.
The delivery guys are HOT! And I mean HOT HOT!
I'm so embarrassed they are coming in my poor little apartment with my sad little bag chair, all I can say is, "yes, and no, and thank you."
Well I'm prepared this time.
The new one comes in recently and I do my hair and fix my makeup all so I don't look so much like a loser, and when they arrive I'm not disappointed in the new crew.
Its going pretty well, we flirt a little, I show them where the tear is in the couch, and one notices my affinity for comics in the decor, and makes a joke about Wolverine getting a hold of it. They leave with the old and to bring up the new, and I immediately text Jen to tell her how hot they are. She texts back asking me to take a pic. I tell her 'no way'. She says just hold the phone up like you are looking at something and snap a little pic on the sly. So when they haul the new couch up, I take my phone and hold it up pensively, acting like I'm checking email and 'click'....my flash goes off....my really freakin bright ass flash.... Busted. They look over confused right as I'm bringing the phone down, and I get a whole lot of counter in my picture. I'm bright red and mortified. They politely ask for my signature on their document and leave.
Ugh.
I just keep getting dorkier.
At Walmart on Sunday I'm in line and notice this cute old couple in front of me wearing matching sweat suits. She's in a pink one, and he's in a grey one:
Its a little hard to see, but at least I remembered to turn off the flash when I creepily took this picture.
Thats when I look down at myself wearing men's sweat pants and a torn wife beater and suddenly realize I'm probably the one people are taking photos of for 'people of walmart' slideshows. Fail.
Either way, it makes me feel a little lonely.
I want someone to wear dorky matching sweatsuits with.
\m/
I think I'm living out a great personal comedy right now.
I ordered a couch a few months ago from Mathis Brothers.
Went in and tried out pretty much every single couch that was available.
And by 'try out' I mean sit on, lay on, bounce on, put my feet up, etc.
The poor salesguy was probably rolling his eyes by the end of it.
Out of every model they had in the showroom I picked the one that they didn't have in stock in the warehouse.
So we had to order it.
Boy did they order it.
They had it in stock in Oklahoma City, but my salesman must not have known how to tranfer a model, because somehow he ended up placing a special order for it to be built from the factory.
So instead of having it delivered probably that weekend, I waited a month for it to arrive.
All the while I'm sitting on a bag chair in my new apartment looking like a bum.
Well it finally arrives and they call me the day its supposed to deliver and tell me that they are terribly sorry but there is a tear in the back of it.
They go ahead and bring it out to me but order a replacement, and will come back by to switch them out when the new one is finished.
The delivery guys are HOT! And I mean HOT HOT!
I'm so embarrassed they are coming in my poor little apartment with my sad little bag chair, all I can say is, "yes, and no, and thank you."
Well I'm prepared this time.
The new one comes in recently and I do my hair and fix my makeup all so I don't look so much like a loser, and when they arrive I'm not disappointed in the new crew.
Its going pretty well, we flirt a little, I show them where the tear is in the couch, and one notices my affinity for comics in the decor, and makes a joke about Wolverine getting a hold of it. They leave with the old and to bring up the new, and I immediately text Jen to tell her how hot they are. She texts back asking me to take a pic. I tell her 'no way'. She says just hold the phone up like you are looking at something and snap a little pic on the sly. So when they haul the new couch up, I take my phone and hold it up pensively, acting like I'm checking email and 'click'....my flash goes off....my really freakin bright ass flash.... Busted. They look over confused right as I'm bringing the phone down, and I get a whole lot of counter in my picture. I'm bright red and mortified. They politely ask for my signature on their document and leave.
Ugh.
I just keep getting dorkier.
At Walmart on Sunday I'm in line and notice this cute old couple in front of me wearing matching sweat suits. She's in a pink one, and he's in a grey one:
Thats when I look down at myself wearing men's sweat pants and a torn wife beater and suddenly realize I'm probably the one people are taking photos of for 'people of walmart' slideshows. Fail.
Either way, it makes me feel a little lonely.
I want someone to wear dorky matching sweatsuits with.
\m/
Thursday, March 21, 2013
My life as a country song
Been talking to Jen about how my life feels a little like a country song.
Its been rough.
I surely wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.
And I don't even think mine has been as bad as most.
Was driving in my car, turned on the radio to country music and thought I could relate to the songs they played. My life sounds a little like a bad country song. Thought up a little bit in my head:
Husband for Sale
Back in the day I’d do just ‘bout anything for you;
Work hours in yard just so you wouldn’t have to.
I kept my hair the way you prefer;
My life before you was mostly a blur.
But in the end nothing mattered.
My heart was still the one that shattered.
You sold the boat my daddy gave me,
to increase our money flow.
But when you sold my Jeep,
I knew YOU had to go.
That Jeep was my baby since you wouldn’t give me any.
The lift and tires cost me a pretty penny.
She never left me high and dry,
or ever gave me a reason to cry.
She took me more places than you ever would,
I loved her more than any straight woman should.
You sold my motorcycle too,
That pain you didn’t have to know.
But when you sold my Jeep,
I knew YOU had to go.
~
LOL, you're welcome.
Picture it with a twang and some fiddles playing, and there you go.
\m/
Its been rough.
I surely wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.
And I don't even think mine has been as bad as most.
Was driving in my car, turned on the radio to country music and thought I could relate to the songs they played. My life sounds a little like a bad country song. Thought up a little bit in my head:
Husband for Sale
Back in the day I’d do just ‘bout anything for you;
Work hours in yard just so you wouldn’t have to.
I kept my hair the way you prefer;
My life before you was mostly a blur.
But in the end nothing mattered.
My heart was still the one that shattered.
You sold the boat my daddy gave me,
to increase our money flow.
But when you sold my Jeep,
I knew YOU had to go.
That Jeep was my baby since you wouldn’t give me any.
The lift and tires cost me a pretty penny.
She never left me high and dry,
or ever gave me a reason to cry.
She took me more places than you ever would,
I loved her more than any straight woman should.
You sold my motorcycle too,
That pain you didn’t have to know.
But when you sold my Jeep,
I knew YOU had to go.
~
LOL, you're welcome.
Picture it with a twang and some fiddles playing, and there you go.
\m/
Monday, February 25, 2013
Not a Melanie...
I grew up being called Melanie occasionally.
I didn't mind usually.
The effort it took to correct people seemed insignificant, under the circumstances. It wasn't as if they were saying something really off the wall like Minnie or something.
It bothers my friends though, Jen's corrected people rather heatedly that its "MEL-ODY."
Mostly I think I didn't mind because of Melanie from 'Gone with the Wind'.
I remember watching it for the first time with my mom, and thinking, "I want to be like Melanie."
And I really did.
She was so likeable, gentle-almost timid, very kind, and loyal.
But I'm not like Melanie.
I've realized that lately with everything I've had to deal with.
I'm a Scarlett.
People might balk at the comparison, because in the movie she's protrayed as a little selfish, somewhat immature; But really she's just misunderstood. She's strong-willed, hard-headed, and has this amazing tenacity and resolve.
I'm reminded of this line when she's had to deal with so many trials and heartache, she's about to her breaking point.
She says, "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow."
One step at a time. I know I can do this, but there isn't a reason to dwell on it now.
I like that.
Her ending might not be as sweet as Melanie's character gets, but you know that even after the credits roll she will continue on.
Maybe it isn't so bad to be a Scarlett.
\m/
I didn't mind usually.
The effort it took to correct people seemed insignificant, under the circumstances. It wasn't as if they were saying something really off the wall like Minnie or something.
It bothers my friends though, Jen's corrected people rather heatedly that its "MEL-ODY."
Mostly I think I didn't mind because of Melanie from 'Gone with the Wind'.
I remember watching it for the first time with my mom, and thinking, "I want to be like Melanie."
And I really did.
But I'm not like Melanie.
I've realized that lately with everything I've had to deal with.
I'm a Scarlett.
I'm reminded of this line when she's had to deal with so many trials and heartache, she's about to her breaking point.
She says, "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow."
One step at a time. I know I can do this, but there isn't a reason to dwell on it now.
I like that.
Her ending might not be as sweet as Melanie's character gets, but you know that even after the credits roll she will continue on.
Maybe it isn't so bad to be a Scarlett.
\m/
Friday, February 22, 2013
My Dad's cooler than your Dad....
Got a text from my sister today about how dad is threatening to never leave the house ever again.
He's already a hermit; my mother and father retired and live in a remote area of Colorado only populated by a few hundred people in the off season.
You see they went on a trip to a Casino a few hours away with some friends. It seems that their friends were hit by someone in the parking lot, the perp tried to flee and my father forcibly detained him until the police could arrive. (The ex cop must have come out at that moment).
But little did he know its a Federal offense to hold someone against their will on tribal lands, even though he was leaving the scene of an accident.
My dad had to apologize to the guy!
I can just picture it.
My dad saying, "Sorry," then when the cops turn their back he does the *slit your throat motion* with his thumb across his neck.
My dad is a genuine badass...
Maybe he shouldn't leave the house.....keep the bear away from the general population.
\m/
He's already a hermit; my mother and father retired and live in a remote area of Colorado only populated by a few hundred people in the off season.
You see they went on a trip to a Casino a few hours away with some friends. It seems that their friends were hit by someone in the parking lot, the perp tried to flee and my father forcibly detained him until the police could arrive. (The ex cop must have come out at that moment).
But little did he know its a Federal offense to hold someone against their will on tribal lands, even though he was leaving the scene of an accident.
My dad had to apologize to the guy!
I can just picture it.
My dad saying, "Sorry," then when the cops turn their back he does the *slit your throat motion* with his thumb across his neck.
My dad is a genuine badass...
Maybe he shouldn't leave the house.....keep the bear away from the general population.
\m/
Monday, February 18, 2013
A real woman should own three things...
A gun,
a cordless drill,
and a black lace bra.
Thats all.
'Nough said.
Boom bada bing.
You got those, you're set.
You can solve every major crisis/conundrum with one of the above.
Just think on it a minute....
A major earthquake decimates your residence, bam, get the cordless drill out, start working.
You are being chased through the woods by a pack of ROUS's, bam, start shooting.
Gavin Rossdale just broke up with Gwen and his band is coming to town, bam, bring out the black lace bra....
\m/
a cordless drill,
and a black lace bra.
Thats all.
'Nough said.
Boom bada bing.
You got those, you're set.
You can solve every major crisis/conundrum with one of the above.
Just think on it a minute....
A major earthquake decimates your residence, bam, get the cordless drill out, start working.
You are being chased through the woods by a pack of ROUS's, bam, start shooting.
Gavin Rossdale just broke up with Gwen and his band is coming to town, bam, bring out the black lace bra....
\m/
Thursday, February 14, 2013
My date for Valentines
We had a little dinner.
Then watched a movie.
And at the end of the night we held hands...
;-)
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Oh Hey Mel, nice to meet you again...
Its weird living on my own again.
So quiet.
Especially without my dog Ripley and her jingling little tag.
But its nice having things that are my own.
Its nice doing the things I want to do, and getting to know myself again.
You suddenly realize how much you've put aside your needs for someone else.
Like standing in the middle of the grocery store, and comprehending that you can get whatever YOU want!
I learned I still love Capri-suns.
You are never too old for Capri-sun and all the probably non-healthy benefits.
I bought frou-frou meals to make just for me. What I want to eat.
I get to read a book without getting grief for not entertaining someone.
Uninterrupted bubble baths.
I like having the freedom to have my own phone, with a bill I pay, no one questions every single call I make on it.
Getting close to my family again. Bought tickets to see my sister on the border of California and Arizona in March.
Its like I'm reintroducing myself to ME.
"Oh hey, Mel, nice to meet you again. You've been gone for a long time."
...But I sure do miss that tag jingling.
\m/
So quiet.
Especially without my dog Ripley and her jingling little tag.
But its nice having things that are my own.
Its nice doing the things I want to do, and getting to know myself again.
You suddenly realize how much you've put aside your needs for someone else.
Like standing in the middle of the grocery store, and comprehending that you can get whatever YOU want!
I learned I still love Capri-suns.
You are never too old for Capri-sun and all the probably non-healthy benefits.
I bought frou-frou meals to make just for me. What I want to eat.
I get to read a book without getting grief for not entertaining someone.
Uninterrupted bubble baths.
I like having the freedom to have my own phone, with a bill I pay, no one questions every single call I make on it.
Getting close to my family again. Bought tickets to see my sister on the border of California and Arizona in March.
Its like I'm reintroducing myself to ME.
"Oh hey, Mel, nice to meet you again. You've been gone for a long time."
...But I sure do miss that tag jingling.
\m/
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Mantra
Day 1 on my own down....
New mantra, check... (although I guess its more of a motto, I get those two confused)
Now my muscles are so used to lifting all my heavy shit, they don't want me to rest. Hurts now that I'm laying down. 
New mantra, check... (although I guess its more of a motto, I get those two confused)
Now my muscles are so used to lifting all my heavy shit, they don't want me to rest. Hurts now that I'm laying down.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Things I miss
I miss Colorado.
These two go hand in hand:
I miss being on the water all the time.
And I miss my mom.
I especially miss my mom when I'm sick.
Someone putting a cold washcloth on your forehead or neck, bringing you juice/water when your throat hurts, rubbing your back when you are trying to fall asleep.
I had the flu last week.
Really I've been sickly for around a month now, but it got way worse with the flu starting on Tues.
I ran a fever on and off nearly all last week. More on than off. I think it only broke when I finally got over the flu on Sunday. I felt like my brain was mush at the end of it. Add coughing, runny nose, muscle aches, shivering, and an occasional bought of vomiting and thats how my week went. I finally went to the doctor on Thursday when my temp reached 102, and I started thinking perhaps it was winning the battle. They gave me Tamiflu, which no one in Pryor had, since the flu is like an epidemic here. I drove to Claremore to pick it up, and got a cough medicine that's more hallucinogen than cough syrup.
I miss being young and able to bounce back from illness.
I've been back at work for a few days, but I'm exhausted when I finally get home at the end of the day, sleep like the dead, and drag myself out of bed again.
I DO NOT MISS the Flu.
These two go hand in hand:
I miss being on the water all the time.
And I miss my mom.
I especially miss my mom when I'm sick.
Someone putting a cold washcloth on your forehead or neck, bringing you juice/water when your throat hurts, rubbing your back when you are trying to fall asleep.
I had the flu last week.
Really I've been sickly for around a month now, but it got way worse with the flu starting on Tues.
I ran a fever on and off nearly all last week. More on than off. I think it only broke when I finally got over the flu on Sunday. I felt like my brain was mush at the end of it. Add coughing, runny nose, muscle aches, shivering, and an occasional bought of vomiting and thats how my week went. I finally went to the doctor on Thursday when my temp reached 102, and I started thinking perhaps it was winning the battle. They gave me Tamiflu, which no one in Pryor had, since the flu is like an epidemic here. I drove to Claremore to pick it up, and got a cough medicine that's more hallucinogen than cough syrup.
I miss being young and able to bounce back from illness.
I've been back at work for a few days, but I'm exhausted when I finally get home at the end of the day, sleep like the dead, and drag myself out of bed again.
I DO NOT MISS the Flu.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Life...
I dont know why I like posters with quotes.
Seems pretty 'Duh' most of the time.
But I like the friendly reminders.
On another note, life is precious. Especially in little cuddly bundles.
\m/
Seems pretty 'Duh' most of the time.
But I like the friendly reminders.
On another note, life is precious. Especially in little cuddly bundles.
\m/
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