Sunday, January 17, 2010

I Don't DO WELL Without Sleep

So I made my first official police "noise complaint." I am now "officially old."

Some might call me a party pooper (you know who you are!!!), but a party pooper would've been the one who called on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday night. But since he's new, I think we've been downright neighborly waiting until Saturday.

Considering he put his sub-woofers on his ceiling...and he starts his music at midnight...and he doesn't turn it off at 5 am...and I am SO not exaggerating.

And considering that after the first night, The Dude met him and they talked all friendly-like about it and the guy seemed surprised and a bit embarassed that it was so loud.

I thought we were in the clear last night when it wasn't on at 1:15 am when I went to bed. Riiiight. 2:30, extra loud. Pulsing, straight up through my pillow. Through my sweet dreams. Straight into my brain.

We gave it about 20 minutes, then I called the non-emergency police line (lack of sleep might be an emergency to me but I wasn't dying, so I kept it in perspective.) They sent someone out, music stopped, I went back to snooze town at 3:30 am.

4:00 am. Boom. Boom. Boom. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME???

Now I'm not some old fart that can't handle a little music. But loud pulsing beat that physically vibrates my pillow five nights in a row to where I can't sleep? That is when I have a problem.

I sure did call again. And I put that beat DOWN!

We'll see what happens tonight.

Monday, October 05, 2009

Man Shopping

In my household, I do the grocery shopping. There are many reasons I do the grocery shopping.

I know what we have, what we're out of. I know what can go together to make meals. I know what I personally will and will not eat. And I know what The Dude, on a normal day, will and will not eat.

Being only two of us in our cozy little abode, I do not buy in bulk, but I do make sure the small details are taken care of. The Dude likes coffee and yogurt in the mornings. So I make sure I always have an extra bag of coffee in the cabinet, and at least 5 individual containers of yogurt each week for him to take to work.

I do not, however, generally keep raw meat or seafood on hand. Those who know me well know the face I made just thinking about it.

Normally this is not a problem. If I know I'm going to make a meatloaf, I buy the specific amout of meat and make it. Pot roast, tacos, same goes.

But this past weekend I went out of town. I was only gone for 25-and-a-half hours. Not so long, right?


The dude decided, on a football Saturday, on an empty stomach, to go grocery shopping.

I'm sure his thought process was FOOTBALL = MEAT!!! MAN WANT MEAT NOW!!!

Had I been there to run interference, a lot of this could have been avoided... *sigh*
(Get it? Run interference? Football? Yeah, yeah...)

I am glad the majority of his purchased perishables (i.e. chicken and shrimp) had been either cooked and consumed or frozen before I got home.

Here are a few pics of what awaited me:

Yes, that is FIVE packages of Snack Pack Tapioca pudding. Five. It was on sale.

He doesn't drink DP at home. I don't drink it at all. He forgot.

Three boxes of frozen waffles. I don't remember the last time he ate frozen waffles. But he got three different kinds, so it's cool, right?


Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Always Lock Your Medicine Cabinet

So I read this book the other day about a lady who faked her death to escape a sadistic abusive marriage.

Her husband had been married twice before, and each very rich wife had a "well planned" accident a year or two into the marriage.

So fake-dead chickie got a new name and moved to a new town. Before she met Jerk-Man, she had big degrees, was big smart and quite confident. Not so much now.

So in new town, she got a job as bookkeeper for The Family. You know, the one that runs the town, that "sticks together," where all the brothers marry perfectly in all the prequels and sequels, and the whole family gathers round to protect the new "weak one."

Well, Weak One goes to new job and meets new boss (aka part of The Family.) Weak One and New Boss fall in love, WO finally tells NB that Jerk-Man is still hunting her, NB teaches WO self defense. FBI and The Family work to protect not-so-much-longer-Weak One round-the-clock.

Thriller obviously wouldn't be thrilling if Jerk-Man didn't get past impenetrable line, so he and no-longer-Weak-One end up in her house. Alone. And Jerk-Man has oh-so-skillfully planned the perfect "accident." No one gets the best of Jerk-Man.

While waiting for JM to show his face in town, Weak One had problems sleeping, so her doctor had prescribed her Ambien. Not just any sleeping pill, but specifically Ambien.

So here's Jerk-Man's plan: He kidnapped no-longer Weak-One from the grocery store, takes her home (to where he has already snuck inside, opened a bottle of wine and drawn a bath.) He forces her to take three Ambien (of course she cheeks it) and down two glasses of wine immediately, then get in the bath. He then proceeds to tip another glass of vino down her throat.

With the Ambien slowly (and oh, so bitterly) dissolving in her mouth, she knows she has little time left to act, as she couldn't depend on the hints she gave to New Boss (aka Perfect Man aka Lover aka Love of Her Life) during the forced knife-to-the-throat "everything's great" phone call.

As no-longer-Weak-One drains the last of her wine, a sense of strength and will to live fills her and she swings out with her wine glass, knocking JM in the head, then stabbing him in the nose with the broken stem. As JM is screaming, she stumbles out of the tub and grabs the wine bottle, clubbing him on the head, once, twice, three times, until he finally slumps to the floor, unconscious.

Barely able to stand, terribly dizzy, she drags herself into the dining room to her purse and grips her cell phone to call Lover Boy. Barely able to speak, she mumbles, "Sleeping pills and lots of wine..." and then falls unconscious to the floor.

Blah blah blah, Lover Boy comes to the rescue, Jerk Man is arrested, charged with everything under the sun, and everyone else lives happily ever after.

Lover Boy was so glad to have given not-so-Weak-One back her inner-strength, and she saved herself, physically and emotionally. Knocked the ever-livin' snot out of Jerk-Man.

The only thing? I know how Ambien works. Your memory blacks out within 5 minutes of getting any in your system.

Too bad she didn't remember any of it. So much for female empowerment, huh?

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Do It.

This is the funniest website I've come across in a long time.

Check. It. Out.

Warning: Just...beware, okay?

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

All Hail The Big Lebowski?

I may be speaking blaspheme, but whenever I think about the movie The Big Lebowski, the only things that stand out to me are bowling, alcohol and man-boobs.

I just can't bow down to the man-boobs.

But hey, the dude abides.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Pretty in Pink

I asked Maggie if she would paint my toenails, but she either doesn't understand english, or she was just being snooty.

I'm betting on snooty.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

A Few Funnies

This has been in a few store windows around Midland...who's in?!?!?!

And this one...I have no words.

This one is just hilarious and just so sad!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Sneakin' Up On Mags...

P.S. I think my semi-impersonation of the late great Mr. Irwin adds so much to the little film, don't you think?

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Dream a Little Dream...

Ever since I was about, oh, 14, I have wanted to learn how to blow glass. Not just a passing, "Cool, dude!" but a deep burning.

And it has been simmering ever since. Every time I see a documentary, a studio, a piece of glass, I feel this certain tug in my gut. There are few things that make me feel like that...blowing glass...Ireland...travleing...Taco Bell...

Anyways, a few years ago, I had the pleasure to catch a documentary on Chihuly (if you haven't seen him in action, you're missing a masterpiece.) He was in Italy, and decided to blow these big (2-3 ft wide) colorful glass balls and just toss them into them into the canals in Venice.


During the past decade, I have been able to learn a lot about art, mainly pottery. In the past few years, I have even been able to squeeze in some cool stuff about glass, mainly fusing.

But that's fusing, not blowing. And let's not get dirty here. This it art, people. Serious stuff.

The one person I have found in the past three years who taught glass blowing taught it when I didn't (really didn't) have the time or the money. When I ran into him last month, he no longer teaches his workshop. No time. *Expletive*

Small town Texas...sigh...

Anyhoo...back to Chihuly-hoo!

Last month I went to visit the parents in OKC. Great visit! We ate at the OKC Museum of Art on my last day there, on the way to the airport (great food, btw), when I happened to see that they have the most comprehensive collection of Chihuly glass in the world. And I missed it.

So I went back last week. To see Chihuly. And my parents (of course.)

It was incredible, to say the least. I knew it would be. I just didn't know it would be so overwhelming. And emotional, really.

Now I need to learn to blow glass. I walked into Chihuly's world. There is no turning back.

These only show a teeny tiny bit of the wonder, but here are a few of the many pictures I took on my walk through the exhibit...

Classic Screw Up

I wouldn't recommend the Snickers Dark chocolate. It wasn't nearly as good as the original. Didn't stop me from eating the entire thing, but not nearly as good.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009


If you haven't eaten anything all day, and it's 3 pm, I would not recommend starting with Funyuns and lemonade.

I'm just sayin'.