Happy Skank'O'ween!

Halloween 2005

I get that Halloween is a time for people to dress like they would not normally, although, I am confused as to why that translates into wearing next-to-nothing. Snow White was a whore?? WHO KNEW?! Anyway, I tend to dislike being scantily clad for Halloween, I happen to like my boobs and don't wish to freeze them off. With, of course, the exception of last year's Skanky Barbie, who got herself into all sorts of trouble, dumb tramp. So I made a drinking game out of it at the bar last night: every time we saw someone dressed skankily (defined as exposing parts of the body which are vulnerable in Wisconsin fall weather) we had to drink and yell "SKANK'O'WEEN!" - it was tons of fun, and tons of drunk. Everyone should try it.

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Happy Halloween everyone, and remember, just cuz your dressed like a slut doesn't mean you have to act like one :)

Fall Back

I couldn't resist picking up this guy on the street today. I found the red veins to be the most captivating thing about him. I brought him home, took his mug shot and went to put him in my "College Dictionary." My Dad bought me a big dictionary my Freshman year signed:

With Love

from Dad!

Enjoy!

The few times I've pulled it out to actually look up something (it was a nice gesture, Dad, but c'mon who needs a 10 pound dictionary when there's internet..) I've been pleasantly surprised by the growing leaf collection I have. Today, I was also interested to note, once again, that I am a creature of habit and apparently my taste does not vary greatly.

This year's leaf and last year's leaf.

Redheads DO Have More Fun

It looks quite RED in these pics, it is red, but it's mostly dark, in reality. I decided, Shit, I'm pale, it's frickin Winter in Wisconsin, it's time I get real and ROCK THE PALENESS! Honestly, it's kinda' shocking right now, it will fade a little, but as I get used to it, I hope it doesn't. I love it, Doug thinks it's hot, Mom got used to it and loved it, Dad hates it -- he doesn't like my hair anything but blonde, sorry Daddy, I haven't been a natural blonde in years! He'll get over it.

WOoo Redheads!

Cheers to Fall Hair Coloring!

I think this picture was taken around the time of my 21st Birthday, yes, yes it was -- excuse me for not remembering the time clearly, due to the celebration that ensued. I want to die my hair brownish, goldish, redish and like a typical woman, I want it done yesterday. I'd do it myself, but as you can see, I'm not exactly sure what color I want it to be. So, I'm handing it over to "the professionals." For me, a true sign of success is paying for your own hair cuts/colors and buying a whole pizza just for yourself, without feeling guilty. Yeah success!

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I was able to get a place to squeeze me in today (Side Note: when the hell are you supposed to go to appointments when you work full time?? Anyone, ..anyone?) and I have to be there in a little over an hour, so I best clean off the funk smell and fuel the tank. Hopefully it goes well, although, I think I'd be pretty happy with anything at this point, I've always wanted black hair, or red hair would be interesting, I know blue and purple don't fly with my work dress code = bummer.

An Airport Express Lane for Low-Maintenance Travelers

I may be somewhat emotionally high maintenance at times, HOWEVER, if you've ever traveled anywhere with me, you know that I am not a high maintenance traveler! I think more than two pairs of shoes is excessive, I pack everything into the smallest of suitcases, a book and some tunes are more than sufficient for the plane, and even though they have stopped feeding flyers - I don't feel the need to pack a picnic for my purse.

The thing that bothered me the most (trust me it was hard to choose) about flying was EVERYONE'S INSANE NEED to bring 3 carry-on bags, 2 coats, a cart of groceries, and 5 electronic devices on board with them!! They completely muck up everything and I'm convinced they are the only reason planes are delayed. I couldn't help thinking that if the plane crashed on a deserted island I would rather die a slow death than be stuck with any of these needy crazies! (Although, the kids seemed pretty cool, they had sweet Game Boys, and kids can do no wrong by me anyway...). They should have an Express Lane for Low-Maintenance Travelers, hmm, perhaps even an Express Airline! Seriously, with all of the time and money they'd save maybe they could actually provide food again for your $500 flight.

(P.S. -- I wrote this post on a drink napkin while high up in the sky)

BOSTON BABY!

Yup, tomorrow I fly off to Boston. I absolutely cannot wait to see Em and OHIO, and to actually spend a few days in Boston. The cold and the pace of my life have gotten me a little frazzled, as of late, and I think this Business/Pleasure Excursion may be just what I need. Do you ever get a little confused with how good things are but how much some things suck and how work is hard yet I'm still grateful to have a real job and blah blah blah I'm so sickoftryingtoassesswhatIwantandwhatI'mgoodat and AH! Shut up, already! I'm hoping this trip will inject me with a little perspective, or at least, a few stiff drinks :)

I'll be back in less than a week with, hopefully, a few pics and definitely a good story or two.

BON VOYAGE ..indeed.

Bitch-ass Cold!

It is 28 degrees. I have to wear my Cuddle Duds. Today is a sad, sad day...

SPOILED 2: Perfection

Look at what my parents did while I was at work yesterday :) When I got to my car, I noticed that it looked sparkly, that the seat had been moved, that the emergency brake was pulled too hard, and that classical music was inappropriately coming out of Cammy's speakers... it took me another couple minutes of driving to finally figure out that this was all because the door had been replaced! I yelled and laughed and felt ridiculously special. It's a perfect match.

I don't know what happened to the car that the door was donated from, which is kind of sad, because I'd like to know the story, and would like the owner to know that at least the door was saved and is now loved.

I can finally put it all behind me (it was hard to look at every time I went to get in my car), and whoever you are out there who hit-and-ran my Cammy, I still think you deserve a beating for being a moron, but I forgive you.

(The yellow is all of the "sunlight" reflecting off - in case you weren't sure)

I love you Shmem

Sending positive waves here and there...

I have little arms!

Which does not accurately reflect my super-human strength ...I made my back spasm with push-ups.

Yesterday, the space between my shoulder blades was feeling a bit twingey all day long. I took this to be the result of sitting at a desk for long periods of time and didn't think much of it. Well, after I came home and raced off to rollerblade (SANS WRIST GUARDS!) I thought I should do some push-ups because I couldn't really remember the last time that I had, and I'll be damned if my bitch slap fails to pack a punch!

That was when I should have realized I was in trouble.

Oddly enough, my back chose to wait until the middle of the night to really flip out. In the middle of dreaming about LOST I woke up to freakish back pain and suddenly figured out what I had done. Since being supine and sober are two of the worst things I can be for a back spasm, the rest of the night and following day were, hmm, let's just say: not optimal.

I have errands to run now, but I needed some medicine first. I just got up to pour my second glass of medicine and left it on the counter! Hahahaha, errands shall be interesting :)

I can somewhat safely say, this is the first time I've day-blogged drunk! Happy Thirsty Thursday.

A lil sum'n sum'n

Day Brightener!

I was just mentioning to Doug that I haven't come across any good FINDS, lately. Then, he shows me this one! Found tossed aside on the street. I love it, and as an observer of human patterns, I'd say this angry parking note fits the bill perfectly:

-Begins with an intro phrase
-States the argument
-Provides supporting evidence
-Signs off with one last bitter statement
-And lastly, has a glaring spelling error which, as if it wasn't gone already, completely robs the note of any legitimacy that it may have had.

(All are standard components of your average Angry Parking Note)

The use of multiple colors is unique and spectacular, however, since it shows an added degree of anger/lameness, representing the time and effort that the Concerned Citizen put in, sincirly.

Puking up Liver Bile

The sheer, insane, brightness of the computer screen is too much for me right now. In fact, I think I'll shrink the screen to lessen the horror, ah, that's better. Twice in the past month, I have been violently roused by a searing headache which leads to the sweats and eventually, yes, puking up liver bile. Expelling liver bile through your mouth and nose has to be one of the most frustrating (and disgusting) experiences known to the human race. At least when there's nausea and food involved it makes sense - your body is reacting appropriately to something, you are producing matter, and you'll probably feel better afterwards. Not so in the case of the vomit-inducing-headache-from-hell. Fortunately (or unfortunately for him), Doug has been present for both of my most recent up-chuck episodes. Last night, er this morning, while I was laying on the bathroom floor (cold tile = heaven) Doug was attempting to figure out what has been causing these barfing bonanzas "Does the alcohol have something to do with it?" "Yes.." I croaked "I'm sure the alcohol has something to do with it.." "Hmm, is it something about the combination?" he asked. "Yes.. I'm sure it is something about the combination, I drank everything."