Wednesday, November 30, 2011

... And I'm Back

Oh, it feels nice to be home again! I had a lovely time in London with Chad and Cousin Kat. I avoided the requisite tourist sights and we pretty much spent time eating great food, drinking lots of beer, catching up on old times, and preparing for our international "American Thanksgiving" in London.

Our Thanksgiving guests included:
-2 Americans
-2 English
-2 Hungarians
-1 Turkish
-1 Estonian
-1 Japanese
-1 French
-0 Kitties

My primary responsibility, besides consuming copious amounts of alcohol and saying outrageous American things, was to cook the 1st turkey of my life! Furthermore, it was the first poultry I've ever cooked before. It turned out delicious as well as all the other traditional dishes Chad assigned to his friends and our dinner guests. And, just like traditional Thanksgivings, we all argued during the preparation of the meal, went through bottles and bottles of wine, watched football (1997 Superbowl: Green Bay Packers vs. New England Patriots), and had a lovely time. Afterwards we headed to the local pub for more boozing followed by dancing at what was deemed the worst place in London. I couldn't have wished for a better Thanksgiving.

Here are some photos and captions:

My 1st morning started off with an English breakfast courtesy of Chad. Granted, I've had many of these before since my dad is English, but this is the 1st I've ever had in England! Also, it is really special for me when men make me food. It was yummy and the perfect hangover meal!

Much of my trip was spent exploring markets, which I simply adore. Unfortunately I was on a pretty tight budget, so I didn't get to buy any of the many things I wanted. I found some fancy sweatpants in the Brixton market and lots of kitchsy gifts in the Camden Town market. The Camden Town market has huge horse sculptures throughout that are anatomically correct and therefore humorous. I also was surprised to see a booth that offered fish pedicures! They eat the dead skin off your feet and massage in between your toes. I'm dying to try this!

Horse's ass

Fish foot station

Beer at Charles Dickins' favorite pub,  Ye 'Ole Cheshire Cheese  

KFC! There was also a Dallas Fried Chicken and Ribs

Looks like my turkey was a success!

Sexy face post turkey dancing

Cousin Kat, LD, Chad

The best thing about the pubs in England, besides the beer and food, has to be dogs! I remember this from my last trip to the UK. So many have resident dogs. The White Knight, where we ate our post Thanksgiving English breakfast, even had instructions on the menu telling you not to feed George. I need a bar with a dog!

With Taz at the Priory Arms in Stockwell

My favorite experience was hearing good 'ole English folks being outrageously blunt. At a pub that had been recently renovated, a regular bar patron flat out said she was leaving because the charm was gone and it looked like any other old pub. After a waiter took a pint glass from another patron that still had one last sip of beer in it, the grumpy man yelled, "Oy! I'm not finished with that." The waiter apologized and said he would bring him another full pint since he had already put his thumb in the glass and the old man yelled, "Right, but I want both!" I feel fond about a country so devoted to beer.

Two more incidences happened during rush hour on the tube. I had a man grab my ass for 4 stops. I was flattered and didn't want to scare him off by turning around to see if he was cute, but was pleased at my stop to learn that he wasn't a gross bum with English teeth. On the same train a posh bitch complained that a man in a business suit was standing too close to her and she could feel his weight. She was certainly being melodramatic because it was impossible to not cozy up to the 100+ people smashed into a small space. His response was, "If you have a problem with it maybe you should have waited 2 hours for another train." BURN!

On my first trip to England in the 8th grade I kept a diary with all the strange words, terms, and slang I heard. This time around, having lived with an Englishman since I was 13, I didn't go in so blindly. However, the strangest thing I heard was "sidewalk burger" which referred to vomit on the street. Oh, and trust me, there were sidewalk burgers everywhere! I think it would be fun to just go around pretending you were English making up outrageous phrases like "aunts a pickle" or "mushroom slam" for normal things.

My flight home was a bit of a nightmare with customs checking my luggage and saying that my face didn't look the same as the photo in my passport, but after 16 hours of travel all I wanted was a bubble bath and a snuggle with my kitties. Now to just catch up with all my favorite girlies!!!

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Oy, Bugger!

I'm halfway packed for my trip to London tomorrow and I don't have the patience to finish the job. So instead, I've decided to transcribe some of the 9+ lists I made for myself to help this job along. From now on I'm not going to pretend that my level of organization is directly proportional to the number of lists I create. I think it just fuels my anxiety and procrastination.

List for cat sitter (Jamie):
-The cats can eat as much as they want whenever they want. They're their own bosses.
-They can have as many treats as you want to give them. They're already overweight.
-The litter box is bullshit! I bought the wrong model while I was high. Here are the instructions on how to "rake" it should you feel the need.
-Make yourself at home and have as much gin, frozen pizza, boxed mac & cheese, and bubble baths as you'd like.
-Drink some of my fancy $80 tea.
-A boy that kind of looks like Ryan Gosling should be stopping by to pick up an item I've left for him on my patio. If you see/hear him it's okay and he's not robbing us.
-I love you!

List of items for my cary-on:
-Ambien, Xanex, and/or both.
-Neck pillow
-3 bottles of booze (1 ounce bottles in a plastic baggie)
-E cig

Don't leave without:
-Putting fogger out for Stephen
-Putting charger out for bug guy
-Returning Eric's rap cassette
-Setting "Out of Office" email
-Washing hair
-Learning how to turn off the phone part of my phone
-Calling my bank

Things I wish I had more time for:
-Finish reading East of Eden
-Wash hair
-Stock my house with sweet little surprises for cat sitter
-A nice farewell happy hour with Cara, JJ, Stayten, Audra, Julia, Jamie, Alison, Pam, Emily J., Lela, Gina ...... Why does leaving for one week make me feel like I'll never seen my favorites again?! I only had time for 2 beers with Matt and Beth.
-Making extra money so I could spend more in London

Don't forget to pack:
-8 pairs of panties (day and night with extras for "accidents")
-Shiner for Chad
-Thanksgiving dress
-E cig

Pish, Posh, Cheerio

What a week so far!

Last night I had some ladies over for delicious pot-lucked soul food and Waiting to Exhale. It was the first time watching for Jamie and Julia and it was a great refresher for the rest of us gals. I think Angela Basset must be my spirit actress because I got goosebumps in damn-near every scene of hers. Letty had the brilliant idea of doing a reenactment of the famed fire scene (following below) with each of us playing a different section. I called dibs on the cigarette lighting portion and am pretty pumped.

Today has been a stressful work day preparing for a week off  and yet I still blog! Grants, appointments, editorial decisions..... oh my! It has kind of put a rushed damper on my London prep, but I only have myself to blame. I'll have to do some last minute work remote tomorrow before I can truly start my vacation.

Yippy, yankee, cheerio! I'm skipping the pond tomorrow and am going to eat so many vinegary things that my lips will burn for weeks afterwards. I'm pretty darn excited even though I have yet to check into my flight or pack a single thing. Tonight I will be packing and making the rounds of my beer farewells to Julia, Stayten, Beth, and Cara. I wonder if I can fit JJ in too?! I wish I could get one day of pre-relaxation before the holiday hubbub but alas....

Happy Thanksgiving my lovelies and I will see you in a week!

Whirlwind Weekend

I had a great weekend y'all and I'm just now catching up from it.

I had several things I wanted to do Friday night, but ended up going with the most pressing... BBC and I had been trying to connect since he got back from tour and I've been very aloof. I didn't want to say 'no' yet again. So, off I went to Emo's with Stayten after having some beers at her house with Julia. I was still feeling pretty awful due to arthritis and didn't really want to spend Friday night out, so I stayed for his set and then went home. BBC has such sweet eyes.

Okay, so there must have been something in the air Friday night! Perhaps I was dishing out a major dose of pheromones, but dudes were coming out of the woodwork. I'm completely smitten with Eric and have rescinded all of my crushes, but seriously.... I was shocked by the confessions I got Friday night and yet again overwhelmed with dating. I'm not sure if I was on certain peoples' bucket list or if they're just confident enough to tell me about their desires, but I'm not really looking to add any dudes to my dance card. That being said *wink, wink* I was feeling like pretty hot shit Friday night.

Tacos Saturday morning with JJ, Alison, Aaron, Emily J., and Eric. I saw a Mazaratti, Eric and JJ planned a Beta fish fighting circuit, I started early with beers, and then was off to work at the football game. Thankfully it was the last home game of the season and now I get all my Saturdays to myself! Once again, something must have been in the air because the game was full of incidents. There was a fist fight, a drunken slob hitting on me and then crying afterwards, someone had an epileptic fit and was somehow stabbed, and there was a heart attack. The heart attack actually really upset me. I had to run through a crowd of people pushing like a linebacker to get to the medic, but the man survived and the adrenaline was kind of exciting.

Saturday night was Audra's going away party at Anne's house. I don't think I've had that much fun in so long! Stayten, Eric, and I went together and many of my favorite people were there. Look at this amazing sculpture of Audra and her kitty Pee Wee that Anne made from Rice Crispies:

Anne is something else! I've met her a couple of times, but fell in love with her Saturday night. She let me borrow 1 of her 30 nail polishes and it's a beautiful grey purple color very similar to Audra's cotton candy hair in the image above. Also, we were casually talking about how I collect hair and she ran off and came back with her Great Aunt Noolie's Victorian hair receiver set and wrapped it up as a gift for me!

Sunday was a rough day for me. We partied at Anne's until 6:30 in the morning and I was nursing my hangover until Monday night! Eric and I had breakfast at Chapala, which I've avoided for far too long. I had my usual para los ninos verde cheese enchilada with a side of iceburg lettuce covering the entire plate even though we went for pancakes; YUMMY! And then, I crashed for 3 hours, ugh.... Sunday was a total bust with about 13 hours of sleeping, but I wouldn't change a thing because partying with my girl one more time before she moves was great!

Audra, don't go bitch!

Jamie's Hallmark cake

Friday, November 18, 2011

Pretty Pity Party

I'm thinking about my steroid face again! This morning my doctor, once again, wouldn't give me pain medication. He's glad that I'm happy to be off of prednisone, yet he still wants me to take a small dose daily. I told him emphatically that I will never take oral steroids EVER again, so now I am an "uncooperative patient." Anyhow, I am going to have a slight pity party right now..... okay, there it was. And now (for more positive thoughts) look how skinny my face is now!

With my sister on 50mg of Prednisone a day (July)

With "Gina" on 0mg/day (October)

Shot Through the Heart

I've been a bit of a homebody lately. This is my busiest week of the month at my 2nd job, so the work nights have been late. As a result, I haven't been feeling very well lately and went to bed before 10pm last night. Yesterday I called to schedule a "shot appointment" with my doctor to get some cortisone shots into my pained and swollen joints: shoulder, wrist, and sternum. While getting 8 shots in my chest this morning I couldn't stop humming this:

The worst part about steroid shots is that the pain usually gets worse before it gets better. So, it looks like I'm going to have another quite night at home. Honestly, there isn't much I wouldn't give for some pain medication right now... or perhaps some sexy company in a boozy hot tub.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Weezy Wednesday

I'm in a Lil Wayne mood, y'all.

I think this Halloween costume is freakin' hilarious!

Dear Haters,

Monday, November 14, 2011

Nightmare on 43rd Street

Ugh, my nightmare is officially over! No more bedbugs.

Much of this weekend was spent preparing for my all day extermination today. Since my home was going to be heated to 120 degrees for 4 hours, I had to remove certain items: cats, vinyl records, taxidermy, combustibles, melt-ables... I also had to wash about 4 hours worth of clothing. Being fashionably obsessive has finally come to bite me in the ass and my arms hurt from all the folding. It has, however, been very fun refolding and reorganizing all of my clothes.

Industrial heaters used for my office/home treatment.

I found 3 bugs last night; the first I've ever seen in my home. It made it extremely hard to try to sleep, so I started packing up clothes to wash, removing records from my home, and all other last minute prep. Once Beth and Matt started their day, I took Cecilia over to their house for her all day play date with Cousin Nigel. She doesn't do very well outside so she went to kitty daycare while Boris spent the day outdoors.

Boris loves being outside!

Cecilia on the car ride to Auntie Beth's

After getting the kiddos situated I started the massive amounts of laundry! Since I have so many sweaters that cannot be washed in hot water or dried in a dryer without risking ruining them, I struck a deal with the exterminators: if I washed all the clothes in my dresser, they would move forward with the treatment without me having to wash my sweaters. They heated them up to 120 degrees along with my home.

Laundry exhausted me and I spent a couple of hours at Matt and Beth's napping with Ceci and drinking beers with Matt while watching him build a shed foundation. It was strangely relaxing, but I just wanted to be home to get on with the entire process.

Ceci felt at home at Aunt Beth's and napped in between
complaining about cousin Nigel eating her cereal.

I was finally able to go back home at 5pm, unloaded the pounds and pounds of freshly cleaned laundry, brought Ceci home, and began putting my house back together again. I'm done, everything looks amazing, I feel comforted (finally), and cannot wait to bubble bath and snuggle the kitties in an uncontaminated bed! This process has been a nightmare, but all my wonderful friends have been so sweet and encouraging. Between the girls (Alison, Julia, and Stayten) housing me over the weekend, Beth lending me her car and kitty cat daycare facilities without ever fearing contamination, Karen sending me cute little encouraging emoticon texts, Gina and Jessica worrying right along side me, and bitching to Ashley and Emily ad nauseum, I couldn't have asked for a better experience. I guess this could have happened to any of us, but it just feels very invasive and upsetting to have to deal with the treatment. In exciting news, my landlord has agreed to pay for half of the services and I'm still going to try to have UT pay for the remainder. Thank goodness the nightmare is over and I'm going to finally be able to sleep tight! Don't let the bedbugs bite, y'all!

Weekend in Review

Friday I had a blast with Beth, Gina, Jacob, and the girls at one of the last shows at Red River's Emo's with the Golden Boys, Crack Pipes, and Tav Falco. I had a rough week and really wanted to let loose, but didn't play too and hard finished my night with Eric, who stayed in Friday night to play grandpa and read Lonesome Dove. 

Saturday morning was divine! I drank early morning beers with JJ and then Julia while I tried to make my way home from Eric's. I wasn't very persistent and ended up spending the day with Gina and the doggies watching hammer choirs, eating BBQ, and drinking delicious beers. Julia and I were supposed to celebrate Audra's new job with some lady kareoke, but instead of getting rad with the gals, we stayed in and got lame. I took refuge at Alison, Julia, and Stayten's and slept on their couch with the handsome Merlin. His snuggles surely rivaled those of my Friday night's bedmate.
Merlin's morning mug

Sunday involved a lot of home prep work for my Monday extermination mixed in with play time. JJ and I grabbed some morning beers, hit up the Hope Farmer's Market (which I disliked very much), and wrapped up our hangout with more beers. I skipped out on EAST and chicken shit bingo with Ashley and Matt to finally watch Bridesmaids with Julia and Stayten. Afterwards Julia and I went to an impromtu Vest Friends meeting at Audra's. Damn, I love those girls! We're planning our debut/farewell performance so mark your calendars (if we ever follow through).

I had a really rough time sleeping Sunday night and I saw the first live bedbugs at my house. It was disheartening, so I just read in the bathtub and drank beer from 3am-8am. It also didn't help that the Vest Friends watched this video and I couldn't stop imagining the rape sex taking place in my home:

Friday, November 11, 2011

Don't Let the Bedbugs Bite

Can I just start off by saying....AAAAAAARGGGGGGHUGHGHGHUHUH! This week has been a hectic spectacle in both my office and life; I have bedbugs!

This all started back in September when I found a critter crawling on my desk. I smashed it with a tissue and called the University's Facilities Services, who came out and sprayed. Honestly, they came out and sprayed about 5 times and nothing really worked. I started collecting the buggies in a pill container for them to research and murder, but they never really seemed to take me seriously regardless of my weekly calls. On Monday I saw a bug in my desk, got very upset, searched on the internet, discovered the buggies that were renting out my desk drawer were bedbugs, and immediately called Facilities Services to throw a tantrum. The experts were in my office within 20 minutes! As the largest university in the country, with tens of thousands of students living in dormitories, they take bedbugs seriously. I was even able to insist that they send their experts out to my house to check there.

Here are some nutshell tidbits of my ordeal:

  • My office was treated last night by heating the entire room to 120 degrees. 
  • There's a bedbug sniffing dog (or so they say) and I was told I would get to pet it, but the pooch never showed.
  • My house has a very new and small infestation, but those adjectives mean nothing to me! One bug is one too many. I'm paying $750 to have my entire apartment heated to 120 degrees. I am going to ask the University to pay all or some of this sum, as I feel the cross-contamination could have been prevented had they taken me seriously before.
  • When the bug lady came to my house she told me she's never seen so many clothes before. This really, really embarrassed me. Although I've been told this multiple times, it wasn't until a complete stranger who inspects homes for a living says something that I start to feel that I have a problem. 140 sweaters, y'all. Her words, "Is that a wall of sweaters?" My response, "Um, no. It's um, sweaters. Um.... yes."
  • All of my Blue Hanger shopping partners are completely freaked out. In fact, there is some bedbug bite Stigmata going around and lots of home checks. I feel personally responsible for the stress this is causing on my sweeties and nobody can come to my house until after 4pm on Monday.
  • Taxidermy and vinyl does not withstand 120 degree temperatures, so I have some preparation to do this weekend.
  • If you have any worries or concerns, I'm very confident in the company UT has contracted to exterminate and they do free home checks. I would highly encourage this, because after all of my research I'm absolutely terrified of bedbugs and they seem to be an epidemic everywhere. Jessica even told me that one night stands are at an all time low in New York City because people are afraid of contracting bedbugs. It kind of makes me jealous that my ex only got chlamydia and not bedbugs. After all, antibiotics are cheaper than extermination fees.
  • My bug lady said I was very lucky to have not brought home more buggies after sitting at my desk all day for two months and that most work/home contaminations are caused by laptops since the buggies like warm electronics.

I am traumatized, y'all! Watch this if you're not afraid of getting the heebie geebies. It has some good quotes, "We're not at war with bedbugs. We're at war with Al-Qaeda."

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Rhyme Time

Smitten kitten... November mittens

(I'm talking about myself, guys! I'm still smitten and have to wear mittens in this chilly November weather we've been having.)

Speaking of kittens and mittens, I'm reminded of this:

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Fatty Fears a Profile

I had a stressful day at work today, but not necessarily because I was overworked. Fortunately, I was able to bitch to my favorite colleagues and friends: Alison, Beth, Gina, Jennifer, Jessica, Julia, and Stayten (in alphabetical order). It was refreshing. I still feel the need to bitch about other issues... hence this post.

Instead of eating dinner, I observed the shape of my face in the mirror for nearly two hours. No matter how frequently I look at photos of my face on steroids, I can't stop myself from feeling like I still have a steroid face. Tomorrow I am going to take the time to find a photo of my fattest steroid face to compare it to my current face. I know my weight is now slimmer than before, but I can't help but seeing a cherub in the mirror. It really bothers me that I can't seem to move past this and I think it's really unfortunate that I had such a terrible and extended experience with steroids. I wonder if it would help me if I just carried around a photo of my fat face in my wallet. It's so disheartening to have an irrational fear with the knowledge that it's irrational. How do you fix an irrational thought?! Tomorrow I'm going to try wearing more mascara in hopes of resolution.

As much as I love my electronic cigarette, I'm a little annoyed. The light at the end does a strange blinking thing whenever you've had more than 5 puffs within a minute. The manual states that this is done to suggest that you stop smoking and determine if you really want more nicotine. YES!!! I really want more nicotine so stop this enforced pause and give it to me.

I feel absolutely exhausted! I'm off to bed and am going to force Cecilia to snuggle her mum regardless of the fact that she is currently snoring on the couch.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Wedding Weekend Wrap-Up

My Friday night was as productive and effective as I had hoped it would be. Actually, I accomplished even more than what was on my list and my house looks amazing! The nicest part about Friday evening was having Eric come over just to watch me organize my clothes and chitty-chat. I am absolutely dumbfounded by an Austin man who isn't wrapped up in the party life, doesn't keep a second home at the bar, and won't skip from one "scene" to another trying to make sure he has a chance to see all of his 200+ 'friends.' And it isn't that Eric isn't as social as every other party boy I know, it's just that he doesn't feel the need for mass love, superficial approval from being "on the list", or requiring some form of social acceptance based on how many grey hairs he has in his sideburns. It's refreshing. 

Saturday morning just disappeared and I don't have the slightest clue where she went, but I was excited for Pam and Wells's wedding and I think I started preparing at 5am. The ceremony was held outside within the Zilker Botanical Gardens where Pam and her bridesmaids looked stunning. I'm not going to lie... I was sobbing at the ceremony. I'm not sure I've ever met two people more suiting for each other. Additionally, Wells ruined every mascara'ed eye in the house with his eloquent and emotional delivery of his loving vows. Ugh, I'm getting emotional just now reliving it. I feel so honored to be able to participate in their union and wish them a long and loving future, which they'll surely have.  Even sweeter, Mayor Lee Leffingwell proclaimed November 5th as officially Pamela and Wells Dunbar day in Austin. How cute is that!

Father of the bride.

Ladies in waiting.

After the ceremony, we caravanned over to The Dunbar's house for a lovely, intimate reception. All of last week's hard work hanging lights, fluffing up paper pom-pom decorations, and arranging bouquets  paid off because their home and backyard looked beautiful!

Mr. and Mrs. Dunbar

My wedding date for the evening was Audra, who looked lovely! We've decided to move to Connecticut, have a civil union ceremony, and adopt a Zimbabwean baby. We spent most of our night munching down on churros, queso, and tacos with Jamie, her BF Brandon, Jillian, and my old college friend Ruben! I was so excited to see Ruben. He, Pam, and I lived in the same dormitory in college and back then we didn't get in nearly as much trouble as we should/could have.

Brandon and Jamie
With Ruben. Accidental color coordination WIN!

Cutting the cake like sweethearts; only dollops
of icing on the noses!

Sade Kiss of Life first dance

My favorite part of the night, besides the cream-filled churros, was the dance floor! Why is dancing so much fun?! Originally, I was afraid I wouldn't get to dance very much without a male date, but low and behold I was very, very wrong. We danced in a train that travelled around the house and backyard, between parallel Soul Train lines, and in the center of a requisite booty circle. It was a blast! However, when En Vogue's Free Your Mind played the dance floor turned into diva karaoke. God I had so much fun reliving those singing diva college days with Pam and Rueben. I'm a little terrified to see photos of the faces I might have made while belting out the lyrics.

I couldn't have imagined a better wedding for my sweet Pammy. She's the first of my besties to get married. While I technically caught the bouquet, it looks like Jillian will be reaping the bouquet-catching-marriage-planning magic as the bouquet was intended for her hands. Best of luck Jillian!

With Pam in dress #2

I'm gonna miss our single gal hijinx!

Sunday morning I skipped out of ballet with Gina and went over to the Emilaurison legacy house for breakfast with the girls. I brought the pork and mimosas and Alison made delicious impromptu enchilada eggs. It was really great to have some girly time with my favorite house full of ladies. Stayten, Julia, and I continued with the festivities until 4pm while Alison actually took care of her business and did some school work. As always, I start the week feeling fortunate to have such wonderful girl friends!

Friday, November 4, 2011

Farewell Friday

This week has passed so quickly I feel like I have whiplash! I didn't spend a single night at my house this week between Halloween, ladies night at Carrie's, lady/baby date turned laundry night, and the floral wedding preparation last night at Pamela's. All I want to do is say farewell to the Friday Funday mentality and spend a night at home! So, that's the plan.

I've made a very long list of the things I want to do tonight including:

  • Total fall cleaning: every room, every surface; spick, span, and organized.
  • Rearrange and redesign my furniture layout and artwork. 
  • Paint my finger and toe nails. 
  • Wax my legs! This is probably the most shocking thing on my list. I don't shave my legs and haven't since I was a tween. I have the sweetest, blond, baby hair and have never worried about it, but occasionally I get that wild hair that makes me want to wax the gams. So.... tonight is the night!
  • Drink many, many beers while listening to records in my panties!
  • Make a list of the packages I'm expecting to be delivered. I've gone a little overboard with pre-Christmas shopping this month. I'd like to go ahead and place the blame on Pintrest, but I have found so many great things for all of my favorite people that I've lost track of what should be coming in the mail.
  • Turn an old wicker trunk into a hiding place for the cats' liter box. I actually just ordered an electronic liter box online that should have been delivered this afternoon! I'm tired of naughty Boris thinking outside the box (i.e. shitting just 4 inches outside of his liter box!)
  • Wrap up the night with a nice bubble bath and finish reading East of Eden.

Have a nice weekend my lovelies! I have Pam and Wells's wedding tomorrow and won't be partaking in any of the Fun Fun Fun Fest activities, which surprisingly makes me happy. It should be beautiful!

Floral arrangements from last night. I love the
yellow pom poms called Billy Balls.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Thursday Tidbits

It's been so long since I've had tidbits!

-Yesterday Jessica and I went to Hole in the Wall to try out their Wednesday lunch special: chicken and dumplings. I'm not much of a chicken fan, but I've been wanting chicken and dumplings and have fallen in love with Hole in the Wall's lunch, so I went for it. It was yummy, but a struggle to clean my plate with so much food.

-I'm going to London in about 20 days... Eeep! I'll be celebrating an American Thanksgiving, English style with Chad, my cousin Kat, and some of Chad's friends. The crazy thing is that my friend Tony and his BF are going to be in London too so I've invited them along and Lari is flying in the morning I fly out, so hopefully we can share some Heathrow morning beers just to say we did.

-I'm so in love with the new Reigning Sound album. Take a peeksie:
Abdication... for Your Love

-I'm so over bearded men. Just look how handsome Rutherford B. Hayes was without his mangey neck:

Break momma off a piece! 

-Hey, look at this!

I don't know what I love more: Phil Collins or cats!

-Last night was ladies night at Carrie's house. We had a potluck and chit chatted all night, which resulted in some dog pictures:

This guy is a mix between a Corgi and a Husky!

Kisses from Leroy

Sweet Matilda with her floppy ear.

-There are bags of candy in the office mailroom because nobody wants their leftover Halloween candy. This makes me smile! However, I only got red Starburst in every single fun-sized pack I grabbed and I really like the orange ones best.

-Song of the day! Damn, this gives me goosebumps.

-Tonight the wedding preparation begins with floral arrangements at Pam's house. I'm so excited for this wedding and I'm so happy for the love that is the source of our celebration. Congrats you two lucky ducks!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Sociopathic Self-Diagnosis

I've been to occupational therapy, offered by my employer, because sometimes I have outrageous dreams that shake me to the core so deeply that I have a hard time working. It sounds ridiculous, but they are vivd, the imagery is often morbid, and sometimes the dream happenstances seem very real. Last night I used my therapy techniques after my sociopathic dream and I'm feeling okay. So, here it is:

(P.S. don't you hate it when someone wants to tell you about their dreams!)
I got a local job in town working at the UT branch of the Mutter Museum. I was very disconcerted because there was little orientation, administrative instruction, or clear organization, but I was good at my job and slightly depressed. The building was so stark and I walked to it from my home. Everyday I saw Katie driving in a strange camper truck, pulling a trailer of old wooden chairs and straps, with Otis hanging out the window without an actual face; like his doggy nose was missing and so were his eyes. I never said hello to her, because Otis's face made my nerves ragged.
I would frequently see photos on the Facebook of my ex taking strange pictures in the building and it always seemed eerie to me, like he was a ghost doing some haunting. I frequently went into the office wondering if I should tell him I worked there so he would stop coming, however I never ran into him.
Since the building creeped me out so much, I searched public records and learned that several years earlier there was a massacre with a deranged gunman who killed over 100 people. I found a documentary about the event and watched it in horror. People were hiding in bathrooms, under couches, in elevators, etc. while the shooting was happening, but the gunman succeeded in killing every person in the building save 3 over the course of several hours. (Two of the people that weren't killed were Juggalos who broke into the building to 'occupy' it and the gunman didn't want to give them the satisfaction of dying.) While watching the film, the carreer girl in my kept thinking, "This wouldn't have happened if there was organization and established policies/procedures for such attacks." The worst part was that instead of viewing the documentary like an audience it played through my mind like I was the gunman; first person. So, there was blood splattering on my face and an intensity of emotion trying to hunt down people. 
Essentially, last night I was a murderous gunman. It woke up in a cold sweat and was a little sad to be without someone to snuggle me. I hate going back to sleep after those type of dreams. My therapeutic techniques afterwards are to go to the bathroom while telling myself, "This is real. I'm really doing this." followed by drinking water and counting my muscle groups while flexing each one simultaneously. It worked and I fell asleep without feeling like a sociopath. Sometimes I wonder if I should make my dreams into novelettes or short films; too bizarre.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

No Tricks, Just Treats

I guess I had a typical Halloween without it being anything like my typical Halloweens. I didn't dress up or go out, yet I still got some candy and played with some spookiness.

Last night I drank porch beers with Eric and Pig before heading out on a cemetery adventure. Here's a photo of Pig. She's super adorable:

That'll do, Pig.

We walked to Bethany Cemetery with some beers and poked around at the graves. My favorite headstone was a man's named Floyd who is at "rest in Jesus." He died at age 27 and his grave is over 100 years old. It blew my mind how old some the the headstones were. I know people lived, died, and were buried in Austin, but it's hard to imagine Victorian hipsters roaming this town with fixed-geared, horse-drawn carriages.

We didn't go trick or treating, but while walking up Springdale we stopped off to grab some candy from an old man who was doing some Halloween porch sitting. I, of course, ate all my Gobstoppers immediately without fear of breaking a tooth!

Our second stop was a hidden little cemetery up the street from Eric's house. It was small with few headstones, but perhaps my favorite cemetery of all time. The burial sites were outlined in petite solar powered lights; as if the dead shouldn't be in the dark. I loved it and want to get one for Karen's gravesite. It made me feel warm inside thinking of always having a light on for someone dead.

Afterwards we ate some soup. Soup is my favorite food! It doesn't feel like food to me, but rather a grandmother's hug. Also, I was pretty impressed with the soup. I don't know very many guys that cook, let alone do it well.

I also snuggled a stray kitten I named Mischa. I knew I shouldn't take her home, but I really wanted to. She didn't follow us as we walked away, so that was my way of leaving the choice up to "fate".