Hang Ups

I just saw this thing on tv called a hang up. Basically you just lay on this thing and hang upside down & it is supposed to cure back pain or something. I don't really have back pain, but it looks friggin awesome because I like hanging out upside down. I bet it costs too much money to justify the purchase.

I noticed that it has been over 3 months since I've blogged. I'm sure no one else did. It hasn't been the best time ever, I'm not going to lie. However, I don't care to elaborate either. I've been busy. I got a promotion at work so I have to learn a lot of new stuff. That's cool.

Today is Snoop Dogg's birthday. Mary and I used to celebrate his birthday. Well, we did once & it was ok I guess. We went to the creepy liquor store across the street from our apartment in Chicago and bought 40s. We wanted some other appropriate celebratory items but could not get them. That's all I have to say about that. But today is his birthday and I wish I could be at his birthday party because I think he's really talented and funny & I bet his party would be fun.

That's all. I'm sleepy now. Bye.

It sucks when there's no internets

So we were just out our internet for over 2 weeks. If I weren't able to use it at work, I don't know how I could have survived. However, it did mean I couldn't do a lot of fun things like write on my blog and look at facebook all night.
I did have a pretty good week last week. We headed up to Chicago on Wednesday afternoon. Hung out in Wrigleyville Wed. night, then to the Shedd Aquarium on Thursday & dinner at a friend's house that night. I had been to all of these places before, but Eugene had not, so it was fun for him I hope. Friday we all headed up to Wisconsin Dells for some "camping" and drinking. I say camping loosely because the only thing that makes it camping is that we sleep in tents. There is a pool at the campground and an amusement/water park across the street. Good times as usual. It did storm REALLY bad on Friday night. While it may have been dangerous, I was too drunk to care & it makes for good sleeping.
Other than that, not much is going on. Oh, wait, I got a promotion, sort of. I'm taking another position on my same team, but it is an upward move so I'm pretty excited about it.
Ok, that's really all I think. Nothing clever. I guess no internet makes Aimless a dull girl. Boo!!!!

Hitting on the married chicks

So, I guess I've still "got it" so to speak. I was out last night and ended up at a work gathering for someone's birthday. I got to talking with a co-worker, Sara, who is also married. Both of us happened to be without our husbands for the evening. In the time we stood sort of separated from the group, we were approached twice by a random guy with the "hey, how are you ladies doing?" line. We were both wearing our wedding rings and in one case, mine was in clear plain sight resting on my knee.
Funny thing was, eventually they got the hint and I don't even think we ever had to tell them we were married. I think the one guy was insulted that I made fun of him for drinking Miller Lite. He told me I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between Miller Lite & Bud Light in a blind taste test, which is of course bullshit. So, I won my taste test and I got a free beer out of it.
So....point of the story.....I can still get guys, especially if I'm with another good looking woman.

more 90210

Here I am again on another Saturday morning watching 90210. On this one (actually a 2-part episode) Valerie's friend comes to town. Suddenly, things start missing, like valuable jewelry and watches, etc. Of course, bad boy Ray Pruitt gets the blame until Valerie catches her friend and rats her out. Thus, a happy ending for all. Oh, until the very end that I just saw.....turns out the whole thing was a scam to make Valerie look like the heroine.

I think after almost 2 years, I may have hit a breakthrough with Bosco. For the longest time, he would never come inside for me. When I'd try to go get him, he'd act like it was a game and run off. However, lately, he's been considerably different. I mean, he doesn't always respond right away (but he doesn't always respond to Gene right away either), but I don't spend even 1/10 of the effort I used to in order to get him in. It makes me so much happier. Now, if we could only keep him from escaping and running......

We went to Parties in the Park at Fairmont Park last night for my friend's husband's birthday. I bet on 4 races. I actually won $5.20 on one of the races. That still leaves me down $2.80, but food was included in admission and beer was $1, so it's all good.

Well, I think it's time for my mid-morning nap....

Anniversary-eve

Tomorrow is our anniversary- #1. I got a card from my mom and dad (but really my mom) and it says blah blah blah, love mom and dad. We want to take you out to dinner. She's funny like that.

So I've done the vegan thing as best I can for almost a week now. I've had cheese like 3 times and probably some animal products of which I'm not aware. Other than that, I've done pretty well. And I must say, it has affected my blood sugar in a very positive way. I did some reading on that and apparently, if you have type 2 diabetes (which I do not, I'm screwed with the insulin-dependency....) a vegan diet can just about "cure" it. So that kind of explains why I'm needing less insulin, I guess it increases my sensitivity, which is extremely good. If I start working out, I might be down to very little. Woo hoo! Maybe I'll lose some weight too. Word.

I added some blog links to this page. Not that anyone ever reads my blog, but whatever. Iced Coco is written by Jen. It is a fashion critique of Ice-T and his wife, Coco. It is highly entertaining. There is also Game Theory. It is written by my co-worker, Michael, who likes to find articles about politics and comment on them. Then there is emergency pudding, which is written by my brother about his life in general. It is pretty amusing, especially if you know him.

That's all for now kids.

Pondering some life choices

Ok, I'm going to sound cliche, but I'm considering a serious lifestyle change. I read the news in spite of my better judgment and I see the horrors of animal farming, chemicals and additives in my food, unnecessary violence toward living things, the list goes on and on.
I'm considering becoming a vegan....as long as I can find fake cheese that tastes good and eating as much organic food as I can. When I think of what goes on in the world, I feel disgusted that my eating habits contribute.
I don't want to sound off like a militant animal rights activist, but it really is a strong feeling. Non-human animals are capable of having a family and personality and it is unnecessary to treat them as we do for a meal. I also cringe at the thought of eating a chicken that had the bird flu or that had been pumped full of antibiotics or shared a 1 1/2 sq. ft. cage with 4 other chickens during its short, miserable life.
Additionally, I want to rid myself of the chemicals we keep ingesting. As my brother stated, "you shouldn't eat anything that doesn't rot". Simple statement, yet how many people live by it?
I know this will be difficult and a daily struggle, but there are a lot of things in this world that are worth doing that are very hard. We never learn by taking the easy way out and sometimes you have to do what is uncomfortable for you in order to save someone or something else.

Anywho....I'm very excited to see my friend Sandra this weekend. She is getting married. Funny thing about my friendship with her is that we have only met face to face twice. We met during training at a job at which neither of us is employed any longer. She is in KC and I in St. Louis. We were each other's support through the whole process. We got to hang out for 2 weeks during part of our training in Chicago and then she made it here for my wedding reception last summer. I am very happy for her because she is one of those people that followed their heart and it actually worked. She is marrying a great guy and I'm very excited to get to see her again.

Well, that's enough tangents for tonight......

WTF?

I really wonder why I do things sometimes.....you would never guess what I've been doing for the past 10 minutes or so. I was looking at the list of 9/11 victims. Why? No reason really, I just wanted to google it and see if there was a list of everyone who passed away that day. And, in fact, there is and it includes a picture and short bio of just about everyone. So I've got a real upper in which to fall asleep. It makes you think, though, about how our lives are so unexpected and not permanent. Your time could be at any time and for so many of these people it came at the same time, unfortunately.

On another note, I'm super excited about this weekend. My very lovely friends, Jessie and Chris, are getting married. They met at the big Chicago pub crawl almost 2 years ago. This goes back to my other theory about being where you are at the exact time you're supposed to be there. We invited Jessie to come up and she was on the fence until the last minute and ended up going. Chris almost didn't come down because he didn't have a ride, but he ended up flying in. And the rest is history.....It is truly amazing how every little insignificant moment in your life brings you to where you are right now. Everything happens to get you here and though it seems to have no rhyme or reason, it all happens exactly as it should......

Rooster

Tonight there was a rooster in the yard behind us. Bosco really, really wanted to get the rooster. 2 hours ago he saw it. He is still whining, and trying to see it.
The rooster did not care that the dogs wanted to kill it. It just walked around all "cocky" LOL!!!!

Do I live in Jefferson County?

Mmmmmmmm

That hit the spot. Now I'm enjoying the 90210 episode where Dylan is in a coma and they show him having all these dreams about stuff he's afraid of. Right now he's in a room with all of these women and his drug dealer and the drug dealer is playing the guitar and telling him that he's been with all the women. I think it is supposed to represent hell. It is all pretty cheesy and I think they are dragging it out a little too long. Either wake up or don't. Of course, we all know that he does so that kind of takes the suspense out of it. But such is the case when you watch reruns.

Today I think I will do a whole lot of nothing. I had a busy and annoying week at work and I just want to decompress by staring at the TV all day.

I want some breakfast

Why is it that after a night of drinking some beer, all you want the next morning is a kick ass breakfast? I think I would give my right arm for an egg mcmuffin, hash browns and some coffee. Mmmmmmmm.
The other day at work my friend Debbie was joking that I was pregnant (I'm not, for the record) and that she would bring the baby a sausage biscuit for breakfast the next morning. Sure as I live and breathe, she showed up at my desk with a sausage biscuit. It was delicious.
In fact, I think I'm just going to go to McDonalds while my mind is on this. 90210 reruns will have to wait. Yay for Soapnet.

It's not a good time unless I get injured

I was in Memphis last weekend for a dual bachelorette party. It was awesome as usual. However, I got a pretty nasty bruise on my left ankle one night because I was dancing at this club and some guy stepped on it. It hurt like a bitch pretty much right away, but I just sucked it up and kept on. I mean, what was I going to do, sue a guy because we're both drunk and stuff happens?

The next day it looked wretched and it just got worse. It still looks pretty bad, 9 days later.

Anyway, it made me think that on all of the really awesome weekends I've had in Memphis, I've always sustained injuries. In 2002 the CD Warehouse gang went down there for the Beale St. Music Fest in Memphis in May. It was super muddy because of a torrential downpour that Friday night. Saturday night my friend, Eric, and I were goofing around and I ended up ass first in the mud with 2 halves of beer spilled down the front of me. It was hilarious.

Anyway, the next morning I woke up with bruises all over my arms and legs and thighs, as if I'd been in a boxing or UFC match. Pretty weird, I guess there was a lot I didn't remember.

Another funny thing that happened last weekend was that I saw the guy who sits behind me at work in an elevator in a club on Beale St. Saturday night. I didn't believe it at first and he didn't even see me, but when I came in Monday morning I found out it really was him. I find it odd that he sits 5 feet away and neither of us knew the other was going to be there.

The Earthquake

Update.....just after 10 a.m. I was packing and getting ready for the big bachelorette trip to Memphis and was standing by the bed and the shaking started again. This time I was much more awake and I just stood in a bit of shock. I saw the mirror above the dresser shaking and could hear things in the house moving. It was a little unnerving since I was home alone....



Well, early this morning I experienced something I've not yet experienced in my lifetime....an earthquake. It supposedly happened in Bellmont, IL at 4:37 a.m. 5.2 on the scale.

Here's how I remember it.....I was awoken by my dog, Bella, early this morning. She was barking rather persistently and I sat up and looked at her and asked what was wrong with her. Just after that the bed started to shake, as if someone was on the side of it pushing it, but no one was. I then realize that the entire house is shaking and I'm confused. I turn and ask Eugene, "what is that?"
He said, "maybe it's an earthquake" and I say that must be it because I cannot think of any other logical explanation.

So, it stops and I lay there for a while expecting some sort of aftershock that might kill us or something, but that never happens.

And, of course, when we turn on the news this morning, it is "Breaking News" and that is all they continue to talk about as I keep watching.

That's all I got....it's too early in the morning for anything else to have happened.

Bosco et le serpent.....

The Bosco stories just get better. I come home from work today and I let them outside as one would typically do when their dogs have been inside all day.

A few minutes later I look out the back door and see Bosco whipping something around. First, I'm afraid it is a dead bird or mole. I look closer and think it might be a worm, but no, it is a snake. I chase after him to let it go. Then I call Eugene, who is still at work, to tell him.

"I think he's got a snake" I say and he panics. "You have to get it away from him!" I tell him he keeps running from me. He then asks if I think it's poisonous. I certainly can't tell from where I am, but if anyone in this relationship would know, it would be me.
Finally he drops it and I walk over to look at it. "You have to make sure it isn't poisonous," he keeps saying. I pick it up and find that it has no head, which is normally my method of determining the venomousness of snakes.

Apparently I didn't tell him how small it really was. Even if it was poisonous, I don't know how much damage it could do considering it had to already have been dead. "I'm sure it's a black snake or a garter snake I tell him. Anything poisonous in this region is much lighter colored."

So that calmed him down. Then I came inside and checked on the internet and saw that no venomous snake in Missouri looks like that snake (even though I already knew that, at least I could tell Eugene that Bosco won't die.)

Oh, and I let him know that there were probably more snakes and that many of them are living beneath the tree we had cut down 3 months ago.....so if that doesn't get him motivated....:-)

lalalalalalala

I'm pretty boring it turns out.....my exciting Friday night involved going to Ozzie's with 2 guys from work, with whom I always go out drinking and just chatted and drank, etc. Finally I go home and as I open the door to get the mail, the bad dog takes off outside into the street. This is bad. When he gets out, he's gone. Then, the good dog takes off with him. They plow full speed up the street & my husband goes out after them running barefoot up the hill.

Well, he doesn't catch them, in fact he has to get in the car with me because he's starting to get sick since he had also been drinking prior to this. So we have to drive around for while and he finds them on one of the cul-de-sacs. We get home and I pull the bad dog (Bosco) inside and give the two of them a good talking to. Meanwhile, Eugene is puking in the backyard now that he knows the dogs are safe. They are such jackasses. Even more so, because the next morning I catch Bosco eating the vomit off the grass (yes, it's gross, but it adds even more to the story).

The whole next day I have a headache, so I lay on the couch while Eugene goes and looks at stoves and refridgerators. (We've been needing new ones pretty badly). All in all, I didn't do crap all day.

Today was a little more exciting (but don't be fooled, it totally isn't). We got McDonald's breakfast and then went shopping AGAIN for appliances. Finally, he dropped me off because nothing makes me more miserable than shopping with him. At least he finally bought the fridge and stove on his own, thank goodness. So, Tuesday, we will have new stuff. Woo hoo!

How sad is my life? At least next weekend I'm going to Memphis for my friends Jessie and Jenna's bachelorette parties. I'm so excited! I haven't had a good night of rockstar partying in a LONG time and this way I'll have 2 nights of rockstar partying AND I'll be in Memphis and I LOVE LOVE LOVE Memphis. It has been way too long!

Tomorrow I go to work, so maybe that will provide a good story or two, though it is highly doubtful.

3 topics tonight

1) There seem to be too many commercials for military recruitment. What is going on? Is the plan to send more people to Iraq to get killed? Are we looking for a reason to deploy lower middle class and minority kids? Whatever, it just seems odd to me.

2) Good Samaritan- this phrase bugs the crap out of me. In the bible, this story represented two enemies. One was left robbed and left for dead on the side of the road and the "Good Samaritan" tended to him and gave him water and made him feel better. Are we to believe that any time someone helps a stranger, this person is their "enemy"? This phrase has taken on a completely ridiculous meaning that has nothing to do with the original story. For example, a gentleman in St. Louis recently died because he was run over by a car in order to stop a thief that stole from the Starbucks he frequented. He was not only not an "enemy" of the Starbucks, he was their friend!!! He tried to help his friends! Not his enemies!! Even so, the media gave him the good Samaritan label, which to me, is completely inappropriate. Whatever, it just pisses me off.

3) I am so excited about the music I'm getting from my husband's cousins! I have wanted a lot of this stuff for a while (some I didn't even know I wanted).

That's all. My life has been explained once and for all.....

Too long!

I guess it has been too long since I've written a blog. Too much has happened that I don't wish to discuss. The last 4 days have been interesting. Saturday and Sunday were gorgeous. My dogs spent all day outside, we went to the park for a walk, grilled at my brother and sister in law's house. It was wonderful. Then yesterday came. The temperature dropped. Not abnormal for St. Louis. Then today we got about 50 inches of snow. Not really, but that's what it looks like outside the back door.
I left work early and was scared. I couldn't see anything! Stop lights weren't visible until you were AT the stoplight. I could barely see where to turn onto my street. Craziness. So, I worked the rest of the day from home. It was ok I guess. I actually get A LOT more done at home because I'm not socializing at all. Not that I socialize all that much, but you can't really do it at all at home. The dogs don't really have much to say and they sleep a lot.
Here's a picture of them as the snow was pretty much done. They had a good time.

Super Mardi Hog Bowl

What a crazy weekend. Not only was yesterday Groundhog Day (he saw his shadow), but it was the day of the ginormous Mardi Gras parade in St. Louis. AND today is Super Bowl Sunday. The Chicago/ Vegas crew came in town as they do annually for another weekend of drunken debauchery. As per usual, "low-key" nights end up insane and eventful. Mary got in town late Thursday night just as the snow really kicked up. So, I unfortunately had to stay home, but she and Corey hung out down in Soulard and subsequently got stuck at Chris's place because they couldn't dig the car out of the snow. I picked them up Friday morning and we soon started drinking. Got some lunch at Morgan Street Brewery. Had a FANTASTIC roast beef au jus sandwich on garlic cheese bread. I would go so far to say that any sandwich on garlic cheese bread is the best it gets. Later we went to Chris and Jessie's place where they were getting ready for the big party. I went to Chavas with Chris and some of his friends, got an excellent margarita and a cheese enchilada. Then we went to another bar and watched a band (I couldn't tell you where we were). At that point, we decided it was probably about time to get some sleep. That's when it got interesting. We walked for many blocks looking for a cab. We then found "Fast Eddie". Mary then decided she wanted White Castle, so we had him pull into the drive-thru. Then Mary farted and the cab driver just couldn't let it go. At the same time, we realized paying for a cab in the long drive thru was futile so we got out and went in. We ate our food and went outside to look for another cab. We didn't find one, but we very quickly noticed hoards of people running out of White Castle and tearing off in their cars. We were in downtown St. Louis, not the best neighborhood, so I declared that we needed to get away from there immediately if not sooner. Finally we found the 'best' cab driver of all. The crazy old man who kept feeding us trivia and asking us trivia questions and yelling at us to "shut the fuck up". He was frightening. Had I been more sober, I probably would have hated him more, but I didn't pay much attention to him. So, our 'low-key' night ending at about 3:30 am. We didn't make it to the parade, suffice it to say.....
The theme of Mardi Gras parade day (courtesy of Jessie) was Happy Mardi Hog! Drink until you can't see your shadow. Too many people took that too literally. There's nothing like major day of drinking to bring friends together. It was a good day, though. Met some new and crazy people and enjoyed hanging out with the out of towners.

The Lakehouse

Will somebody please stab me so I don't have to watch this movie anymore??? It is AWFUL!!!!

Last night we watched "We are Marshall". To anyone who thinks that this movie starts out sad and ends hopeful and triumphant, you would be wrong. I waited and waited to not be sad anymore and it never happened. This is not to say it isn't a good movie, because it is. In reality, it is nice to see something that is honest and "un-sugarcoated". I appreciated that.

Seriously, if I watch one more second of this movie, I might gag. Thank goodness for my ipod.

Scruffy looking nerf herder

I'm watching the Empire Strikes Back for the billionth time since we got HBO. I asked Eugene, "what exactly IS a nerf herder." He said, "it is someone who herds nerfs". Duh.
So I googled it, of course. The first 30 or so entries only dealt with the band Nerf Herder, who obviously got their name from the movie reference. Then I found this entry in the urban dictionary. Check it out. (Click on the blog title to get there)
Turns out, if I were Han Solo, I would be pretty upset about this name. However, the only thing that bothers him is when he is called "scruffy looking."

The other day I was on messenger with this guy at work and he sent me this Yoda wink that was hilarious. Yoda was dressed all blingy like a rapper and he says, "what is up, yo? Hmmm?" Yes, it loses the hilarity without the delivery, but if you can picture that statement in Frank Oz's voice, you can imagine how funny it was.

Anywho, I'm thinking by now that I need to do something else with my time today other than blog about Star Wars crap.

No more of the Whopper?

Alright, I keep seeing commericals about when Burger King "discontinued" the Whopper as a joke in Las Vegas one day and people literally freaked out about it.
Well....I am very concerned about where this country is going when someone is completely distraught over the loss of a merchandised hamburger.
Oh, yeah, and Bret Michaels gets horny over EVERYTHING!!!! I said it before during Rock of Love I, but it continues.... I think my myspace blogs have already discussed this, but ah! Geez! It is unbelievable the amount of horniness this man contains. Yet I continue to watch this, and what does that say about me......