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.....