Pfffftttt….. Thanksgiving.

Well, here I am, all alone for Thanksgiving.  I woke up bright and early, at 8:15.  That is really bright and early when I don’t have to wake up for work….. Who am I kidding?  That’s early even if I do have to wake up.  I got up, made myself some greek yogurt, with Smartstart and honey, I’m being healthy.  I also made a pot of coffee.  My coffee maker sucks, so it makes really bad, bitter, acidic coffee.  I think it doesn’t get the water hot enough to heat all that shizzzz out.  But it’s Thanksgiving, and I wanted to watch the parade.  Well, the Macy’s parade has turned into somewhat of a joke.  They hardly show the parade, just a bunch of American Idol winners and Broadway performers who sing really bad songs.  I watched it until the Rockettes were done.  I love the RC Rockettes…. I should have been on a drill team.

Well, after that pathetic mess of a parade, I decided to go to the gym.  I could at least watch the parade while on the treadmill and bike, right?  So I did.  Does anyone agree with me that Al Roker looks ridiculous not fat?  I commend him on his efforts, but anyone who gets gastric bypass seems to end up with a head that’s too big for their body!  Go to the gym!  Eat healthier, that way, your head won’t swell!

After the gym, I got home with my huge Thanksgiving paper full of ads.  I’m looking for a deal on a Christmas tree that would justify me awaking before dawn tomorrow.  I found it.  A six foot prelit tree from Shopko, $20.  Who cares if it lasts one year at that price! I’m stoked.  Now to get up at 5:30am.  Hmmm…….

Well, I was STARVING come Noon.  So, I decided to put the endeavor ON!  I made a beautiful salad, some sauteed veggies, and cracked opened some of my baked cranberries I made the other night.  Oh, and of course, dealt with Moose being in our kitchen that’s the size of a Honda Civic, and poured myself a huge glass of Shiraz.  Yes, at 12:30, I hade my first huge glass of wine.  I love wine.  Who doesn’t?  Well, I guess there’s a lot of people who don’t, but that’s SAD!

The salad included spring mix, spinach leaves, raw mushrooms, pepperonis, smoked turkey (of course!), roma tomato, avocado, olives,  a Claussen dill pickle, and sharp cheddar.  It looked pretty on the plate.  It reminded me of the Billion Dollar salad we had at Jaker’s, this restaurant I used to work at in Idaho Falls.  However, I just couldn’t eat it on the plate, I like my salad mixed together, not to eat it in sections.  Who does that?!  So I put it in the world’s largest stoner mixing bowl.  This thing is like, half the size of me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had my oven baked cranberries too.  This actually was the disasterous concoction I tried to make the other night.  Ya see, every holiday, I love those crunchy sugar coated cranberries they have.  Well, I thought you made them by coating the fresh crans in sugar, and then baking them.  Bullshit! After I popped these puppies in the oven, I decided to look up on the internet to see if I did it right. WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!  Apparently, you boil the fresh cranberries in a simple syrup like concoction, then coat them in sugar and let them cool down and dry.  HMMM….. I can’t wait to try this.  Apparently, after you boil them, you come up with cranberry simple syrup…. can anyone say holiday cosmos?! Yummmm…. bring on the vodsckha! (say it just like it’s spelled, that’s how I say vodka.)  Anywhoo (something the GMA says), this crans really turned out like a delicious, chunky cranberry sauce.  Simple, I think for an entire bag, I used 4tbsp. of sugar before I baked them.  That’s a lot, but not really considering how BAD regular cranberry sauce is, that was all I used.  Simple, and really, really yummy.  Try it! I baked it at 35 minutes at 350., checking consistently.  Made my house smell all holiday-ish too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

My veggie dish included a yellow squash, a zucchini, two handfuls of spinach (which equals NOTHING after cooked), and mushrooms, (I just barely remembered that I forgot….. a garlic clove! WTF was a I thinking, if I had remembered, I prob. would have used 12. I love garlic.)  I did season it with some EVOO ( I don’t like Rachel, but i like her acronym), and a little marg., and some garlic salt, black pepper and crushed red pepper!  Scrumptious and Stellar!  Well, I ate half the salad, and a 1/3 of the veggies (it made sooo much!) and 1/2 of the cranberries.  I can’t wait to eat the rest of the feast after I get home from watching the Aggies kick the shizzzzz outta them Teasips (Texas A&M vs. Univ. of Texas for those ignorant to Texas football and the MOST important game EVER!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

After my meal, I took Moose up to Grandma Granere’s house for a bit of frolicking.   Rob is in the PHX for Thanksgiving…. so Moose has been acting moody and blue.

Well, I gotta get going,  I’m on my second glass of wine ( in a 4hr. period, no worries. ).  I am finally going to get in the shower and put on my 12th man jersey, and head over to Maggie’s.  It’s my local bar that’s open on holidays for lame-os like me who have nothing better to do on Thanksgiving.

 

 

 

Ok, now it’s Friday, sorry, I didn’t get this post up last night.  I went to Maggie’s to watch A&M lose.  They put up a great fight though.  I was just sad about it.  My friend Jason is a bartender there, and he gave me some of his Thanksgiving dinner (I guess he got like, 3), so I did indulge in some dark meat, some gravy, taters, stuffing (dressing is what it’s called in Texas.) and an OMG that is such a good roll……

That’s something I giggle at up here in Utah, if I say dressing, no one has any idea as to WTF I am talking about.  But ya say stuffing in Texas, and people are going to think you are talking about Stove Top.  Also, Funeral Potatoes are only called that here in Utah and Idaho.  Texas has a bit of a nicer name, Cheesy potatoes, I can’t remember the name of what they were in my Gma’s cookbook… potato casserole?  I guess it’s a Mormon claimed dish (so they think, my Gma makes it.), but the Mo’s serve it at funerals without fail, it started showing up at Thanksgivings.  Oh gosh, now I want some, they really are absolutely very very bad for you, but they are soooooo good.

No quotes for Thanksgiving…..

Instead: I am thankful for Mom, GMa, Dad, family, Rob, the Swains, Moose, Tango and Cash, not working at a place that was so stressful on me, and for my health.  I am thankful to GOD for all the blessings in my life!  Sometimes, it’s hard.  I’m broke right now, but I am really very lucky.  I am thankful that I served a Marine and his family last night, and got the opp to tell him how much I appreciated his dedication to our country.  I am grateful that Nubs the dog survived a 75 mile trek across a Mid-East desert of hell in order to be ensure a great life thereafter for a puppy abused and neglected.

‘Tis the Season

‘Tis the season, the startup of it for me.  Target started a long time ago.  But I spent the day deciding what to spend my Chrismtas money on.  My family tends to get me a few great surprises or things I really want, then give me money to get what I need, undies, socks, new running shoes, etc.  I love that!  I also went Christmas tree shopping, and decor shopping.  I didn’t purchase yet, I’m planning on waking up at the crack of dawn on Black Friday to get this stuff!

Sadly, the biggest thing I will be doing on Thanksgiving is sitting at home, making a delicious Thanksgiving themed salad, complete with shredded turkey, craisins, raw squash, and perhaps a baked sweet ‘tater as a side dish.  I plan on working out in the morning, making my fab salad, then either watching the AGS kick the shizzzz out of the Teasips at my house, or at the bar.  All I have to say is this, Gig ‘Em Ags!  Good old Maggies.  I now know why they are open on holidays, for lame-o’s like me who have nothing better to do on those days.  Rob is going to be in Phoenix for the weekend, so I will be all by my lonesome.  It’s somewhat okay, Thanksgivings haven’t been that crazy important for me since the days of the farm, when GMa would cook, we’d hang lights, do the tree, and then sit down to a feast. 

Also, since fam is not around, I only am taking one day off, so I don’t want to make plans for Thanksgiving like going to Idaho, for a whole 4 hours, before I have to come back.  Christmas is WAYYYYY more important to me anyways.  This will be the first Christmas I am spending in Salt Lake….. and I’m stoked on it!  My dad is coming down.  Technically it was his year, so I invited him on down for a few days.  He’s meeting the boyfriend’s family.  I think they will get along splendidly!  So because of this, I am planning on doing some great decorations (on a budget mind you!) A four foot Christmas tree is what I’m planning, unless I can find a taller one for a good price.  I will not buy a real tree (though I love you, Pineys!) or a non-lit fakie.  I can’t stand putting lights on trees, so screw it!  I will buy a prelit one.  Fortunately, they are pretty cheap nowadays.  I plan on putting together a nice centerpiece for the table, and then maybe making stockings for my dad and Rob.  Cheap, simple, and fabulous!  I may put lights on my larger plants as well.  I wish I could go all out, but I will just build and build year on out…. then give me three years, it will be FAB!  If I buy the 4 ft. I plan on putting it on a side table, so it at least looks taller!  I’m a bit nervous about buying a bigger one in the first place…. see, I had a GREAT pre-lit fakie, with great ornaments.  Well, when I first adopted Moose, he mistook that tree for a real one….. so I had to throw it away.  So maybe a smaller one is best for a little while. LOL!  I’m wierd about having smaller trees.  I always loved my Grandma’s super tall tree, and when she wanted to downsize, I begged her not to, so she bought another 9 foot tree.  She has since downsized.  I always wanted super tall trees.  But let’s face it, they are way more expensive, and I only have 8ft. ceilings.

Anyways, I gotta go check on my cloves and cinnamon sticks I have simmering on the stove to give a festive scent to the place.  I will ramble on more about the holidays, I’m sure.

“Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow.”- at least ’til January… then it can go away, go away, go away.

It’s Been a Minute!

Okay, longer than a minute! Haha, I actually had to go to my profile page on Book O’Face to remember my login name.  Pathetic!  I know I said I would do this thing pretty regularly, but there just hasn’t been much exciting going on lately.  Seriously!

Let’s see, one exciting thing.  So I have been working out a lot more lately, and really digging it!  Now, if I’m not at the gym a lot, and don’t feel a constant soreness, I feel lazy and pathetic!  This past Saturday, I went to an introduction for a Boot Camp fitness class here in Cottonwood Heights.  It’s called Boot Camp by Jess.  Jess really whips your butt into shape!  That was the hardest hour of working out I had since I was playing sports in high school.  There is no way in hell I can’t afford $500 for six weeks of Boot Camp.  But I did take home a lot of ideas from it, about really fatiguing your muscles during lifting, and working out harder during cardio.  One thing my mom and I have started is waking up in the morning, and committing 20 minutes to serious high intensity cardio.  If you do it in the morning before you are eating anything, you are working out in a fasted state.  This burns more fat in a 20 minute workout than if you were to do an hour of high intensity cardio later in the day after eating.  This is because you are using what you have eaten already to fuel your workout, not your flab reserves.  My plan is to go Tuesday- Friday to do this.  I was going to go yesterday to get in the habit, and motivate my mom to make it on Mondays (personally the hardest day to get anything accomplished, a case of the Mondays.)  But I woke up with a major headache in the morning that I had been fighting all night.  FAIL #1.  So I woke up this morning 30 minutes earlier to get to my little apartment gym, and get my butt in gear.  There was a lady cleaning the gym, and she absolutely would NOT let me on a cardio machine until she was done, for another 20 minutes.  Well, I don’t see the validation in being late for work for the sake of a cardio workout.  Even though I was slightly disappointed.  Instead, I went and did that hardcore 1+ hour workout at the gym to make up for it.  It kicked my butt.  But I’m bound and determined to do this for myself, and to help motivate my mom.  She says she really wants me to motivate her, so she can play softball better next season.  So call me Helga, or Olga, the mean German personal trainer.

I like the idea of this workout, because doing this will enable me to cut my cardio in the evenings by over half!  And who doesn’t have 20 minutes to spare in the mornings, especially considering I don’t work til at least 10 most mornings!  Duh!  This is a stellar concept to me, STELLAR! (one of my fave words).  And I think it will really amp up my weight loss, and I will be able to see better results from doing this!  I’m really quite stoked on it, I guess I just need to wake up a tad earlier before the bleach lady comes in!

What else has happened?  My heart goes out to the family and friends of the victims of Ft. Hood.  Sadly, I think that whole issue could have been avoided.  To me, it seems there have been huge (HUGE!) warning signs that this guy who unleashed, and killed a bunch of people could have been avoided.  There was obviously something going on in his head, and he had given warning signs to other people.  Sadly, people didn’t realize the signs ’til after the fact.  This really hit close to home for me, more than the Sept. 11 attacks, more than anything that has happened in Afghanistan and Iraq.  My Grandmother and I used to frequent Ft. Hood quite a bit, for shopping at the Commissary/PX.  I always enjoyed our trips up there.  

What else, wow, this is going to be a sad post.  There was a girl in California who was viciously gang raped at a high school dance.  Want to know what could possibly be worse than a 2.5 hour act of horrible violence on a 15 year old girl?!  The fact that people stood around, taped it on their cell phones, and DID NOTHING!  I hope all these little shits burn in hell for this!  They said on CNN that this is becoming a stigma in our society.  Children are now brought up not to complain about crimes, violence, etc.  They are taught just to stay out of it, for fear of reprocussions (spelling?).  What about the reprocussions for this young lady?!  You fear being beaten up by those you accuse?  What about the fact that you didn’t do ANYTHING?  And for that, this young woman’s reprocussions may have been being violated by another 6-9 men!!!!

I will always make sure to have my children know that it is far better to look out for humanity than for fear of being hurt by those who do wrong.  I know personally, I would have much rather had the shit beaten out of me by one of those perps for having told, than to know that girl was violated by men I could have stopped by calling the cops.  That is a stigma that we, as a society, need to get over! 

Which brings me to another current event which blows my mind.  People in a bit of a dilapidated (not funny, but I love the word dilapidated.) neighborhood of Cleveland, Ohio, were noticing that it smelled like rotting meat when the wind blew a certain way.  Well of course it did, new Afro-American Jeffrey Dahmer.  Wow, this guy managed to bury over 10 bodies of crack addicted hookers who he had killed over the years.  Want to know what is more crazy?  This guy invited neighbors over to barbeques.  Lord only knows.  But these people in this neighborhood never thought to call the authorities.  I can only hope he can be brought to correct justice, as well as those ASSHOLES who raped a 15 year old girl.

Sometimes, in my life, I see the world as unfit.  Sadly, it seems as though this world has been really unfit lately.  I hope this can only mean that we can go UP from here. 

A quote; not one to make you laugh.  But to make you THINK…. what can we do to make things better?!

“Sexual, racial, gender violence and other forms of gender and racial discrimination in a culture cannot be eliminated without CHANGING culture.”- Charlotte Bunch

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Life is sweet like Cake Batter ice cream.

So, it’s a Sunday night, I’m sitting here wearing everything of Rob’s except his tighty whities, and oh so comfortable.  We are watching Planet Earth series.  Anyone see those.  I remember I couldn’t wait for Sunday night a few years ago, I was so excited to watch them!

It was a pretty fun filled weekend, if I do say so myself!  Of course I had to work Friday and Saturday night (woe is me), but this one turned out pretty freaking awesome if I do say so myself!

Friday night, I get home after work, change into my jammies, and settle in for a couple of glasses of red wine and some Farmville and Conan O’Brien.  I usually don’t do much on Friday nights, because I have to work Saturday night and like to be able to workout and get things done before I go.  Well, I had just poured my second glass of wine when my friend Lyndsey called me!  Barnsey, from Idaho Falls!  Yesssss!!!!  I immediately told Rob that this meant she was coming to town.  She always gives me warning.  Well, she gave me warning all right, she was in town already and wanted to kick it. 

So I busted arse to get ready (again) and haul to Sugarhouse to see her.  She is one of the bestest of besties of all time, and I do NOT get to see her enough.  I hadn’t seen her since February.

I was soooooo happy to get to spend a couple of hours with my Barnsey!  We went to “alternative lifestyle” night at Club Sound, (whatever it’s called, I think Remixxxx of something wierd like that.)  It was a good time.  I was so thankful to have a D.D. to take us downtown…. however, having that D.D., I went a little crazy by mixing a couple of vodka drinks after my red wine (bad idea for the next day…. yuck!)  I immdiately found the cage to dance in (because you know me, I was oooohhhhh sooooo sexy bundled up in my Element hoodie and beanie. I immediately had to get in there and have my fun for a few moments before some “alternatively lifestyled” men were going to kick my straight self outta there so they could flaunt there super tight bodies that look better in women’s clothing than  do.

You can see what I am talking about on the right of this oh so sexy ridiculous photograph in which I am just having way too much fun acting like a stripper for five minutes.  The night was fun, it was something different to do, instead of the same old same old, which I am really quite fond of.  I love Lyndsey.  I will say this, however.  I couldn’t stand her girlfriend and thought she was just a bbbbiioooootttttccccchhhhh.  My best friend deserves way better than that, and it made me end up going home upset that she was treated like that.  Hopefully, things will end up awesome for Lyndsey, though.  She’s a smart cookie!  And she loves her Carlita!  That’s what she calls me.  And if that girl treats my Barnsey badly again, I will knock her out, seriously!  BTW- we call Lyndsey, “Barnsey”.

Well, Friday night proved great, and I sure felt it Saturday for most of the day.  I was naughty and did not make it to the gym (dammit, Lala, get your shizzzzzz together.)  I was really upset with myself for not going.  I’m trying to get to the gym 5-6 times a week, and this week, I only did four workouts.  Needless to say, I really wanted to go after I ate those two slices of pepperoni pizza at 1:30 in the morning too.  Drenched in Ranch.  Nice thinking, Lala!  Oh well, some days are easier than others for going to the gym.  Hangover days are hard to get motivation on.

Well, I had to get over the hangover, and get past work.  I did.  I was so excited for the evening ahead.  My good friends are in a pretty popular local bluegrass band called, “The Puddle Mountain Ramblers”  They are freaking awesome, and fun to watch and dance to.  I highly suggest you make it to Hog’s Wallow to see them or some other venue.  It’s delightful.  Well, it was also the birthday of one of Rob’s good friends. so we invited them along, and then I saw my friend Emily there, so it was just full of people that I know and love.  It was a great evening.  I definately took it easy on the drinking, and just stuck to some beer.  I was still a little bit weary from the night before! LOL!  You can of course check out all the pics from last night on my book of face.  But I do have to post this one pic of my new friend.

Meet my new friend, “Frederick”, Rob named him.  Funny story here.  We were taking pics of the band, since they were in costume, and I was taking a picture of my friend, Matt, and there was this little guy (yes, I realize it’s really just a Halloween decoration, but we like to give life to things, Rob and I.  For hell’s sake, we name our plants.)  Frederick was just smiling at Matt sooooo much.  One can see Matt in the background of this picture making one of his infamous faces.  I think I can make an entire blog entry about his wierd faces.  I just fell in love with the ghost.  So I decided to go up on the stage, and pluck him down after the evening had ended.  He was just so cute, I had to have Freddy!  So I get look around, make sure no bar staff is looking, and take one down.  I am ecstatic and so happy, then all the sudden, the bouncer walks up to me, and says, “That will be $6.95.”  Rob said I gave him such a sad, surprised face.  Thankfully, he thought it was funny that I had to have it.  Needless to say, we spent the next twenty minutes taking different pictures of Fred and ghosting people. 

Today has been pretty casual.  Chillaxin, watching movies.  I did a long long walk/jog (okay mostly walk) around Rob’s parent’s neighborhood today.  And I must say, I am super sore from it.  Walking on something besides a treadmill really works you more.  It was really nice, a little chilly on my ears, but way nice to walk around and see a lot of pretty fall colors and crunch the leaves with the soles of my Adidas.  I felt I needed to reward myself with some Coldstone.  I asked Rob if he wanted some, and he said yes.  So I go and order a large in a waffle bowl of my usual. Cake batter with brownie bits.  And he gets a small of just plain old sweet cream.  He’s not a huge fan of sweets.  But I had to giggle, because he made me look like a total fatty in front of everyone at Coldstone.  We took a picture of it, but I don’t have my phone, so I will post it later!

Well, I’m off for the night.  Hope all who read this had a good weekend too.

hmmmm….. a quote.

“Friends are the bacon bits in the salad bowl of life.”  I love bacon! (don’t know who wrote it, sorry!)

Quirky

I’ve been toying about what to write tonight. I have a wicked cool post that I’m working on, but it will take awhile.  And a very long time to read, mind you!  I think I will save it for this weekend, Rob is going to Lake Powell for a fun-filled work adventure.  So I will be rather bored.  I hope he just comes back alive.  I was thinking about all the wierd quirks I have.  Everyone has little wierd things.  I have a few major ones.

I cannot, CANNOT sit in the passenger or backseat of any vehicle without locking the door before moving.  I know this is wierd.  I wonder if it stems from the days of trying to sit 4-5 deep in a single-cab truck and me being the person closest to the door (aka-not sitting bitch, it’s a phrase we young’uns had back in the day)  I was always afraid of falling out.  I know most people don’t fall out of closed doors of vehicles, not even in wrecks.  But here’s an interesting sidenote.  Back in the jurassic age, when my dad was a young bachelor, he let his girlfriend drive his car.  Well, of course there was a wreck.  And his passenger door flew open, and I think if memory serves me correct of the story, he fell out of it.  Maybe it’s genetic, and subconscious from that, and I don’t even know it.  But nonetheless, freaking scary that it happened.  That would be one of my worst nightmares!!!  I do it all the time.  People laugh at me.  I don’t care.   God forbid I’m in a car with a bunch of people and we wreck, at least I know I will be secure by the door.  Can the rest of them say that?  I didn’t think so!  I’m a little OCD about locking my car door.  I know it drives Rob insane, because his car automatically locks, but I still do it.  And come to discover, it drives my father insane, too.  He discovered this quirk of mine the last time he was down, and got aggravated that the locks on his 4Runner wouldn’t unlock after he turned the engine off…. all because I locked them after his locks locked when he started the car.  Haha!  Deal with it friends and fam.  I will never EVER fall out of a car door.  I am bound and determined to stay in the cab of it, dammit!  However, if I am driving, I don’t feel the need to lock the door.  I figure that if I’m holding on to the steering wheel I will be okay.

I really dislike eating food with long sleeves or hoodies on.  If it’s possible, I try to take the hoodie off.  Long sleeves bother me when eating.  I suppose if I were to psycho-analyze this, it would be because I hate for things to fall on my sleeves.  I hate being messy.  This probably stems from me being younger, and having ketchup or worse, hot chocolate fall on the wrist part of my jacket.  EWWWWWW!!!! That just drives me insane!  If I were to get into it more, it’s probably just because I love to eat, and want my food path to my mouth to be unobstructed by ANYTHING!

I also hate sleeping in long sleeves.  It drives me crazy as well.  I can somewhat deal with sleeping in pants, but that is almost as bad.  Usually, if I sleep in pants, it’s pajama pants, so they slide up on my calf easily, and my lower leg is unobstructed.  I have to have half of my limbs exposed when I sleep.  I will explain that in just a moment.  I ideally would really rather sleep naked.  But Moose has a tendency to sleep with us, and that just seems a little freaky to sleep naked with a dog.  Once I retrain him to sleep on a dog bed, things maybe different.  Who am I kidding, he will never be retrained.  So, I limit my nekkedness to vacation.  I like feeling unobstructed by clothing when I sleep.  I move around a lot, and find that my clothes get twisted around, which is another quirk of mine.  If I am cold, and fall asleep with the good intentions of wearing a long sleeve shirt to keep warm, in the middle of the night, I take it off.  I can’t stand it.

So, you maybe wondering about the pants thing.  Really, quite honestly, no matter how covered up I am on my body by down comforters and blankets (and I love down comforters), I have to have my leg sticking out, at least one.  It’s my temp. control I suppose.  This can get a little difficult (I have just forgotten how to spell that word…. difficult words, brain fart.) Anywhoo, it can get a little difficult now that I sleep with Rob and a dog.  I’m usually sandwiched in between the two of them.  Ergo, I get very hot.  It doesn’t matter how cold it gets, I usually have a leg out.  I really just spell checked that damned difficult word. 

Well, maybe that brings me to another quirk.  I will look at words, and all of the sudden, they don’t seem to be spelled correctly, so I will seriously analyze them, and spell check them.  I won spelling bees when I was younger, this shouldn’t be!  I will also say words over an over in my mind to where they just start sounding wierd.  And then I start to wonder how those words came to be, sounding so wierd.

I cannot, CANNOT get a grip on my laundry.  Every week, I say I will start to do a load a night, and fold it that night.  It’s especially tough because I now do laundry for the boyfriend, who wears more clothes than I do.  I can’t get it done.  I don’t get it folded. and spend half my life doing laundry.  I need more discipline when it comes to laundry!  There is seriously a four foot pile of clean laundry that I need to fold.  I should probably get on that instead of doing the blogging thing.  I swear, I use my dryer way too much, because I’m constantly unwrinkling clothes that have sat there.  My grandmother would tell you that this has been a lifelong stigma of mine.  Tomorrow, it will be my goal to fold all my laundry.  I will keep you posted on the results!

I hate my neck being touched.  This has come about recently, within the past 6-7 years.  I remember I used to be able to wear turtleneck type shirts, and tight necklaces.  Now I would rather die.  I also can’t have my neck touched by other people.  And though I love my long hair, sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night feeling strangled, because my hair is around my neck.  This isn’t the side of my neck, or the back, only the front.  Even wearing Heidi type braids bug me, they get too close to the front.  I wear braids a lot, with my type of hair, and it being so long, braids are good for it, because my hair doesn’t get tangled, and I don’t have to dry it to have a ‘do.  But I will sit there all day long just playing with them to get them off the front of my neck.  Anything having to do with my throat bugs me really extra bad as well.  The thought of a sore throat, the fact that I get strep more often than others, or tonsils, or any sort of surgery just really makes me squirm….. EEWWWWWW.  I feel strangled my necks that are too high, and seldom wear necklaces anymore.  I’m afraid they will come up and choke me.  A few years back, I had one of those highly detailed horoscopes done, and this problem is quite common amongst Taurus folks.  Neck problems.  I have met quite a few Taureans who share my problem.  My ex was WAYYYYY worse about neck things than I am.  However, Rob is a Taurus, and he doesn’t have this problem, except for throat issues.  For Taureans, a sore throat is considered the worst part of any sickness.  I will tell you what, I will work through a fever, a cough, and body aches.  But give me a sore throat, and I will just want to go to bed, and drink hot tea and eat ice cream.

I love to crack my knuckles, and my toes.  And I wish I could go to a chiropactor every week and get my back popped.  It just feels so damn good.

I hate the sound of people messing with their nails.  EWWWW, it’s like nails on a chalkboard for me!  Rob does this, and I swear I can hear it.  I swear I can tell if he is doing it in the next room.  However, if a person has acrylic nails and messes with them, I like the sound.  When I had the fake nails, I made sounds with them alllllllll the time.  Wierd, I know. 

I brush my teeth in the shower.  You have no idea how many people I have met who find this odd.  I just figure it’s a total clean experience in the shower.  I don’t do it all the time, just when I need to do both.

Whenever I need to do a wax or tweeze on my eyebrows, I will sit there and play with the pokey hairs that need to be erradicated!  Seriously, I will sit there and just brush them in the opposite direction with my fingers.  It’s just to weird.  But I have to do it. 

I love to sleep with the tv on.  This doesn’t work so well, as Rob likes to sleep in complete silence.  I find that sometimes, I just don’t sleep as well without the television.  It’s sad.  There’s something about the light and the tiny hum of low volume that really allows me a satisfying sleep.  Studies say that television interferes with sleep.  But I beg to differ, I sleep better.  Back in the day when they had sleep buttons on the tv, and I used it, Iwould wake up in the middle of the night to find it off, and have to turn it back on to be able to go back to sleep.  Now, since Rob doesn’t like the telly on, I find myself reading stupid things on Wikipedia on the Crackberry until my eyes get heavy….there is no sound, so I still don’t get as great of sleep.

I literally scout for houndstooth.  My brain is just well trained to spot it out from a 1000 yards away.  I can spot it from the food aisle at Target in the women’s section.  I spend hours scouring the internet for it.

When I’m hungover, and have a hangover headache, I love to floss my teeth.  I floss my teeth about 2-4 times a week.  Not enough.  But for some reason, if I’m hungover and have a headache, I floss for like, 30 minutes.  This is the wierdest I am sure.  But something about hitting your gums with string releases pressure, at least my brain thinks so.  My dental hygeinist is happy that I do this.

I look at my hair a lot in the mirror.  A lot of women will overly examine their face, I examine my hair, and how long it is getting.  I know how my face looks, whatever. But I bet I spend at least 10 minutes a day looking at my hair and how long it is getting. I pull it from the back, see how long it is in the front, and it’s even worse if I actually straighten it.  I just play with it for way too long.  I’ve never had my hair this long, it’s amusing.

I cannot go 4 days without clipping my fingernails.  My nails are under so much water during the day, they just aren’t strong.  So the second they grow a millimeter past my finger, clip, clip, clip!  Plus, I also can’t really stand the way that natural nails look when they are grown out, on anyone.  I’m a sucker for manicured short nails, or acrylics that aren’t too long.  But natural nails kinda freak me out if they are above the finger, on anyone.  Especially me.

Well, I’m sure I have plenty of other quirks, like how I love to play with my dogs lips.  They are saggy, flabby, black and soft.  I’m glad he lets me.  And I’m sure there are others.  But I can’t think of them at the moment.  If I ever come up with more, I will update this post.  For now, I’m out.  I wasn’t in the mood for writing too much tonight.  But now that I started, I’m glad I finished this (it took two days), and I’m glad I wrote.  Writing seems theraputic for me, lately.  Like playing Farmville.

I couldn’t find a quote on quirks.  So I found one on hair… to supplement my quirk about hair.  And go figure, it’s from the founder of my religion, Martin Luther.  I’m Lutheran.

“The hair is the richest ornament of women.” 

Thanks Martin Luther.  I was never blessed with boobs, so I will take my hair as my richest ornament.

EMGZ- aka the GMa!

Here I was, wanting to blog, but I couldn’t think of anything to blog on.  Then, after a solid workout and a glass of wine, I figured it out!  It’s my Grandma’s birthday.  I believe she is 78 years young, perhaps 77.  I’m a little unsure.  She acts like she is 20.  I lived with her for two years in high school.  My dad lived in Louisiana and absolutely refused to let me attend high school in a state with substandard education.  Thank you, Dad!  I loved living in Thorndale with her.  I appreciate it a lot more than I showed her back then.  That was just me being 14-16 and self absorbed like most teenage girls.  I loved it though GMa-  some of the best memories of my life!  I’ve touched on living with her in high school before, so I will talk about what I remember of her from when I was young.

My grandmother is the absolute coolest chica in the world when it comes to Grandmas.  She is a very typical awesome grandma in the fact that she spoils me rotton, she bakes very well, and her cooking is even better!  She is very wise, and has been through A LOT in her life.  I mean a lot!  She is unlike the typical grandma in other ways though.  She drives a very hip car.  She shops all the time.  And her house isn’t your typical grandmother’s house.  It is not stuck in the seventies.  In fact, I believe most of her furniture is newer than mine and Rob’s.  She has the coolest dishes, glasses, and is constantly looking for a dining room rug. 

My Grandma has always been the top of my love, after my mother and father.  I still remember to this day spending weekends with her.  She was so young, and always had fun things for me to do with her.  I was never bored.  Whether it was watching Golden Girls in the RV, driving to Taylor to get jellies (a really crappy plastic flip flop that my parents hated.), taking me on the 4wheeler, fishing, visiting the neighbors!  That was just in Thorndale, where she had the farm with my Grandpa John.  When I was young, she also primarily resided in Katy, Texas.  That’s just outside of Houston on the westside, for those who are not knowledgable to Texas geography.  There, I remember visiting her at Katy Bank (whatever it was called) where she worked.  She would take me around and show me off to all the bank executives and her girlfriends there at work.  I remember that everyone in that office smoked, everywhere.  Smoking wasn’t quite the stigma it is now.  She would take me shopping in Houston!  We would play with her poodles, she would bake.  We would play board games.  I remember that she had to take me to go get my booster shots for when I started elementary school.  I tore the paper cover off the examination bed at the doctor’s office.  I hate shots!  Sorry, GMa for being such a pain that day!  My grandmother has the best Christmas.  I, still to this day, wish I could spend every Christmas with my Grandma!  It doesn’t really work anymore though, with my mom and dad not together, and since I live in Salt Lake.  She really took pride in her trees, her fireplace mantle, and all the decorating.  She always baked so many treats, and she let me help!  Until she would lose patience that I hadn’t quite learned how to beat eggs quickly.  Oh Grandma, if you could see how I beat the shizzzz outta those egg now, I’d make ya proud!  I need to bake with her again soon.  My grandmother used to pound beers with the best of them!  Seriously, she was and still is quite an accomplished drinker!  I always thought that was cool.  It’s probably because I love to drink too, and am proud that my Grandmother can probably still drink me under the table.

My grandmother is quite an amazing lady!  She’s intelligent, successful, hip and fashionable, keeps a really awesome house that I would kill to live in.  Even though I was always wishing to have a brother or sister, I will say this.  I have the best Grandma in the world.  Visiting her still is often like feeling like a kid in the toy store.  Even though I would have been happy to share a bathroom or the phone, I am so glad I have never ever had to share my Grandma with anyone!  I miss her pot roast!

I hope that my GMa is around long enough to meet her great-grandchildren.  Even though they may not grow old enough to her her stories and truly get value or meaning out of them.  I hope they are just blessed by her presence in their life.  I always joke that I want to get “Stella” tattooed on my back in honor of her.  I still plan on that, but I also plan on naming my future daughter Stella for her. 

And now for a quote:  This is just the best one I have seen.

“Grandmas are moms with a lot of frosting.”- Author Uknown.  Thank you, Grandma for frosting my life more than I can ever ask for, and at times, more than I deserved.  I don’t know what I would do without you, and love you to pieces!

Howl at the Moon, Mon. Oct. 5th

Howl at the Moon

 

I am actually writing this on my Word Processor (wow,  that sounds vintage. Ahem…. Microsoft Office 2007). My internet is temporarily deactivated due to lack of funding after rent was due.  I love my new job, don’t get me wrong.  But would it be so much trouble to actually make a decent amount of money there?!?  Like Market Street style money?  On the bright side, I got my paycheck today, and they withheld the proper amount for state and federal taxes, and I still go $13.  Hmmm…. Gastronomy/Market Street, maybe your accountants could take notes from this little restaurant run by three people.  Oh wait, my restaurant doesn’t DOUBLE TAX people!  They’re honest.  And on top of that, my restaurant didn’t get 23 critical health department violations in the kitchen.  EWWWW…. I think it may be awhile before I return to eat there. I now understand why my tummy hurt so much after I ate there.  Scott Loring would have never let this happen.  Good job, new, totally not awesome head chef.  You’re very well qualified I must say!  I may have to go in for a delicious martini soon.  Wait, scratch that, I can purchase everything I need for 30 of those bad boys at home for the cost of three at that place.

Excuse the rant on Market Street once again.  It’s like a bad breakup with that place.  Don’t get me wrong, I did the breaking up, but it was still a two year relationship.  It had its effects on me.  Damn, I miss quite a bit of the servers there.  My good friend from there texted me tonight asking me when we are going to hang out.  Sad, I need to get out and do some damage with her.

It truly is Fall.  I got out of the gym tonight, the air was extra crisp, and the coolest moon was emerging from the top of Mount Olympus.  Totally wicked, if I do say so myself.  It was extra full, bright, and the top of it was just coming up, and playing peek-a-boo between the two peaks of the mountain.  I’m kinda getting more into this Fall scene of ours.  Granted, it is pretty cold this year.  But I love the smell of it, the smell of wood in fireplaces is a different smell than campfires.  The scent is much more drastic  because of the sharpness of the air.  It was very nice, I enjoyed my walk out of the gym, and my drive home, with the heated seats on, the heater on, and the window down. I like doing that for contrast.  Don’t ask.  It can be the middle of winter, and as long as its not snowing, I will have the window half down.  (And no, Mom and Grandma, not because I smoke.   It’s all the time)  Then I came home to one of my beloved plants knocked over, and dirt everywhere!  There was a glass in the living room, and a juice carton on the floor.  Whoever could the culprit be? 

I remember I used to be able to keep an open container of dog food in the middle of the floor, and bread on the counter, Moose was a good boy and wouldn’t touch it.  Now, everything HAS to be in the pantry or fridge.  And the garbage is left on the patio. (Classy, not trashy! LOL)  What has gotten into him?!  It may be due time to get that animal psychic, psychologist over here, and figure out what is up with him.  Oh, did I mention that my dog has become a completely dog aggressive with male dogs?  He used to tolerate them pretty well, now he just wants to “Kill, Killer, Kill!” every male dog that walks in his path.  I think my mom has a good point.  He’s not best in this apartment.  But I don’t think it’s because he’s miserable inside the apartment.  He actually seems a lot more content and happy than at my old house.  And plus, he did start eating trash at the old casa. I think he’s miserable outside.  He doesn’t have his own place to mark.  He wants to come back the next day, know that the scent is still his manly , Mastiff scent, not the scent of some black lab the next building over.  I think there’s too many dogs here, not enough bushes.  So, I guess the next place Moose and I lay our head to rest at will have to have some sort of small backyard, just for him.  He is right now biting his tail.  And licking his bum now.  Thanks for the privacy, Moose.  While I was typing his, he picked up my hoodie and flung it on my face in a rather swift motion, and may or may not have cause some sort of booboo, or mark on my eye from the zipper.  Thank you again, Moose.  I love you soooo much though.  He really is my best friend!  Well, at least we have broken him of the cat poo eating.  I know, that sounds disgusting.  But most all dogs do it.  Its because they don’t have enough digestive enzymes in their intestines to break down food, so they look for it in the crap of other animals.  Nice, huh?  Well, at least I know my dog is not alone in this disgusting habit.  My old dog, Cartman didn’t eat cat crap, but he sure did love the fecal matter of his brothers and sister when they played.  If you are reading this, and do have a dog that likes the cat crap, make sure there is a way that he can’t get to it in a litter box.  Apparently litter, especially clumping litter, doesn’t digest well and clumps in the pup’s tummy.  AKA-no bueno for pup.

Well, that was a lovely entry about poo eating.  Halloween is fast approaching.  I’m quite excited for this Halloween.  Last Halloween was quite a bit of fun, from what I remember.  All I know is that I was a Beer Wench (I make a good wench, no matter the occasion.) I also remember that I got some gnarly bruises on my thigh and calf, and have NO idea how it happened.  Still to this day, no clue!  I also was informed that the hostess of the party was just awesome, and held a Target bag open for me while I yakked in it.  Thanks, Rachel.  You are truly a great friend, especially for having known me for like, 5 minutes then?  Last Halloween contained a few too many shots.  Let’s just say that.  This Halloween will be “funner”.  I do not plan on participating in multiple shots of Hypnotiq ( a very disgusting thing) and more time with MINNIE!  She’s my best human friend!  We are planning on going together (I’ve never done a theme with someone else) as the Seniors ’77 girls from the movie, Dazed and Confused.  Sweet huh?  I think so.  The outfit is sooooo simple!  We are getting baseball ringer tees, and having her boyfriend’s bro screen print the Seniors logo on the front.  Then we are cutting off shorts, buying knee socks and wearing retro sneakers.  We will then be well equipped with flour, ketchup and mustard (okay, it may be fake ketchup and mustard, we don’t need to get kicked out of any place)  Well, I barely wore shorts this summer, so I’m working hard to get my legs (gams) in supa-sexy shape for this festivus!  So, there’s going to be a lot of salads and gym time in the next three weeks.  I think I can do it.  I have to have discipline somewhere.  Maybe I should do Body for Life.  Lord knows I’ve been reading the book and pondering on it for three months now.  Well, this is super long.  I hadn’t done a blog in awhile.  It’s amazing how it pours right out of you when you like to write.

WRSIII

Oh, wow.  So today I was doing something.  Oh yeah, I was getting my driver’s license copied for my boss’ at work.  And Iwas thinking about how that driver’s license was two years old.  I got a new Utah one because: A.  You’re supposed to when you move here, not two years later.  And B. I was going to Aruba, needed a passport, and figured a driver’s license with my current and correct address would be appropriate.  Then I got to thinking, “Wow, I have been dating Rob for a loooonnnnnggggg time.  Over two years.  It certainly doesn’t seem that long.  As he puts it, our relationship has lasted three Oktoberfests.  Almost true babe, I remember we were supposed to go to the first one together, but didn’t because we just drank at Jayson and Sienna’s new house and drank beer.  This picture I put on here is almost two years old!  My hair is soooo much shorter.  And darker at that moment.  We had gotten back from Aruba less than 24 hours prior.

Sure, our relationship has had some ups and downs, most definately.  That’s just like every relationship in this world.  Give me one person in this world who says that their relationship is flawless and without any sort of hang up, and I will tell you that you are the biggest liar I’ve met.  Sure, you may not fight much, but that doesn’t mean there has never been hang ups.  Well, settling with Robbie (not for him, mind you.  I could never find anyone better!) But settling together (there’s a difference) has been like taming the wild beast for both of us.  I may have had to tame him a bit more, but I don’t know, he’d tell ya a different story.  But here we are, over two years later!  I seem to remember not wanting much to do with him when I first met him.  Not by any means because of who he was, because he was very nice, charming and sweet at first (still is for that matter).  But I had BARELY, I mean, mere days, gotten out of a really bad,  long relationship.  I just didn’t want much to do with any man.  And that was that.  But boy, this guy was persistent and way cute!  I remember right after we met, he went out of town for like, a week, and texted me several times a day.  I had known this guy for 30 hours.  Tops.  So, it’s rather funny that I would have never imagined it back then, but we have been together for a LOOOONNNNGGGGGGGGG time! 

So, I’m going to be a bit corny here.  Who cares.  The top reasons I love Walter Robert Swain.

1.  He makes me laugh, hard, and often.  2. He is sooooo cute when he sleeps, all cuddled up.  3. He loves dogs, and has been a great “Dad” to my Moose, he even says he’s half his.  4. He loves all animals, and is very concerned about their happiness of them.  5. Those blue eyes, they are wicked cool to look at.  6. He works very very hard, and is really concerned about his success.  7.  The way his whole face lights up when he laughs.  He says it looks dorky, I think it’s perfection.  8.  He gives great massages, he does not, however, give them enough.  9. It’s so much fun just to hang out with.  10.  He just said, “Whatever you want, Princess!”- what every girl wants to hear.  He has no idea I am writing this lovely entry praising him.  11. He’s way nice about my parents, and to my parents.  He’s to them and concerned about their well being.  12.  How he would hold Lucy in his hand.  He cared about her soooo much.  13.  He likes it all, everything, food, clothing, music, food.  14.  He makes me feel very pretty and sexy, and cute and adorable.  He’s always good at knowing when to compliment me.  15. He doesn’t care much for cats, yet he loves mine.  16.  He spots out houndstooth things for me.  17. He’s a great kisser, among other things!   18. He is very, very nice to everyone.  He tries hard to make friends with everyone and make them feel comfortable.  19.  He likes to buy me things, even when I don’t want him to. Who am I kidding, of course I do, I’d would just prefer to buy for him.  20. He’s very supportive of me.  21. He makes me think about things in a positive light when I’m feeling blue, like right now, how I’m so broke, he always tells me that it won’t be like this forever, we can only go up from here!  And he’s right, we still are very very blessed people.  22. His family is important and comes first.  23. He has this super wierd, super silly voice that he uses to enunciate words and sing.  It makes me laugh until I hurt.  24. He’s tall, supersweet!  He’s a full 9 inches taller than me, which comes in handy if I’m feeling ballsy and decide to dawn the heels.  25. Hugging him is wonderful, my fave!

Just a little insight into why I dig Robbie sooooo much!  Yay!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Quote: “Super Silly, that is what I am today!”- Rob Swain, full volume,  in his funny voice, on a Saturday morning.  Greatest way to wake up EVER!

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I am being a lame-o tonight.  I don’t have much to write about.  I’m sitting here drinkin’ a bit of the wine my papa left me and just chilling with Robbie Poo (that’s the name he has recently given himself, I dig, I dig.)

Oh by the way, Creed, my most hated band ever, is coming to Salt Lake.  What is sooooo funny about this is that their overpriced tickets are now being advertised for $15.  Do you know what that means????  For $15, you can go see Jesus, a guy that thinks he’s Jesus!  Scott Stapp, I don’t say overly mean things about people being O2 wasters much anymore. But you are, Scott Stapp!!!!  No really, Creed really really really bugs the shizzz out of me.  I mean, Scott Stapp is such an egomaniac who portrays himself as the saving grace of humanity in EVERY video!!!  What’s the best thing about Scott Stapp?  That a band member of 311 (one of my faves!) socked the mother out of that douchebag at a hotel bar in Pennsylvania a few years back!  Yesss!!!!!!!  Some stoner got so sick of his cocky ass, he just socked him.  How great is that?! 

I really want to unleash on the people who ask if I like Creed when I say I lalalalove Tool.  Obviously, you have no clue about Tool enough to try saying they are in the same genre.  I’m sorry, I love Jesus, and I am Christian.  But when it comes to crazy religious bands who made it mainstream, give me POD anyday!  I liked the two songs they came out with. 

Welp, perhaps I have come up with a subject for tonight.  Lala Rants!  Here are some things in this world that absolutely bother the hell out of me!!!!

-Minivans (or any car for that matter) that have those stupid stick figure families on the back windshield.  Nobody cares, and if there are more than ten people, we wonder WTF were you thinking?

- Certain women, of the predominant religion of Utah, who insist on wearing a fitted tshirt under there tube top, halter top, tank top, cute strappy dress, whatever for that matter, because the originally adorable top was not modest enough for your Word of Wisdom!  Hey if the top don’t fit, get a different style.  There’s plenty of cute cap sleeve tops out there.

- People who rip on Texas.  Let’s face it, I’m from Texas.  Let’s face this too, Texas has a lot of cool places, sights, scenery, cities, culture, museums, music venues (South by Southwest anyone?)!  The only downside to Texas is that fifty percent of the population makes the other cool fifty percent look stupid!  Just like any other state.  And let’s talk trash on Texas my Utah friends! Let’s look at all the totally awesome politicians who have come out of this state! Shurtleff?  Buttars?  REALLY?????

-Miley Cyrus, another O2 waster, fo sho!

-Mariah Carey, ’nuff said.

-The Raiders, Cowboys, and the Patriots

- The Lakers

- Texas Longhorns (ewwwwww!!!!!!!!) Gig ‘Em!

- Creed (wait…..)

- The people of the “religious majoris” here that feel it is perfectly acceptable to tip less than ten percent.  After all, you aren’t their god.  Oh hey by the way, I’m sure “your god” makes a lot more an hour than $2.13.  Piss off and just go make jello at your house.  And bland food while we’re at it. -Sidenote, this isn’t all of you Mo’s in Salt Lake.  Some of you are gracious, humble, easy to serve, and tip 20%.  My guess is you probably had to work in the food industry at some point.  Thank you, and please, educate your idiotic counterparts.  They are like Texas, because of them, we in the service industry have a tendency to judge all of you.  It’s bad, I know.  I’m sorry.

- Okay, this one is good.  I had a guy (who was a personal trainer for Gold’s, which explains everything!) come in tonight, and flirt hardcore with me.  In the end, he tipped me less than 15%.  His idiotic ass probably thought his, ahem, charm, would totally deter from his shitty generousity.  Guys, let me tell you what.  A lot of women out there feel a good character takes care of people in the service industry.

- People who judge me because I am in the service industry.  Hey, you’re right man, I pour your beer and serve your tapas, but GUESS WHAT?!  I still make more money an hour than you do, and possess far better taste in food and drink than you too, because I’m educated in what I do!  I’m not your servant, I am here to make your experience as pleasant as possible.  Don’t worry, when I need to purchase makeup, I only shop at Nordy’s too, and own far more jeans that are over $200 than you do, as well.

-Guys in skinny jeans, gross. Get rid of that Flock of Seagulls haircut while you’re at it as well.

- Adolescent teens who tell their mothers that they are stupid.  I’m sorry, I witnessed this first hand at my family Christmas party, and still want to strangle a certain family member.  Your mom gave you birth, if she can’t take you away, I’ll be happy too.

-While we’re at it, I’m sorry, but the mother who allowed them to speak to her that way.  Get a grip of your child!  I would have been a bloody mess if I had spoken to my parents that way. 

- The Progressive commercials with that super uncool woman.  So annoying.  I want to shoot the tv.

- Self checkout lines.  They really are NOT faster.

- Market Street!  So glad I don’t work there anymore!  One day, I may eat there again. 

- Carson Daly

- Spiders, Yuck!

-Roaches. I’m glad I don’t live in a place with them.

- Stupid people who don’t control their dog(s), long story.

- Affliction apparel ANYTHING.  Ed Hardy, as well!

I may or may not have more to touch on later.  This was fun, giggling about what annoys me.  Hmmm…. now for a quote

” I see the strongest and smartest men who ever lived…. and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.”- Chuck Pahalniuk (author of “Fight Club”) Fight Club is one of the best books I have read, and probably number 3  on my favorite movie list!

Really, even slacking on a Post

I forgot to do a quote with my previous post!  I’m forgetting my whole point on here, or at least one of my whole points!  Dammit!

hmmm…. a quote.  Let’s do one about winter sports, well, how I feel about winter in general for most parts.  Ya see, this is why I need to get more into winter sports, so I don’t feel like this:

“Winter is nature’s way of saying, “Up yours!”- Robert Byrne

I will hopefully be able to take part of the festivus miracle of snowboarding this winter, so I won’t feel like that anymore about winter!