Thursday, September 20, 2007


A quote from Discovery's TV show Dirty Jobs, on growing mushrooms:

"I'm sorry to tell you, folks...but these mushrooms don't grow in nice little blue containers. They're grown in compost - big steamy piles of poo, pee and lots of straw."

No wonder I don't like them. I always thought they tasted like, well, poo.

P.S. I'm famous! Check out September 19th - that was my lovely personal experience, one of many during my career as a waitress.

Click here to read my engaging post...

I'm so cool.


They're called blinkers, people. They don't put 'em there for decoration.

Anyhoo, Maggie says hi.

Monday, September 17, 2007


Last night at dinner, a friend and I went to a funky little restaurant/bar and sat on the balcony "overlooking a scenic lake." (As scenic as you can get for Lubbock, Texas...)

I wanted a glass of red wine, so I asked the waitress to tell the bartender that I wanted a glass of the driest red they had.

So what did I get? Port. Not only is it not a dry red, but one of the sweetest there is.

I went inside with my sweet red, and mentioned it to the 22 year old (I should have known) bartender. His response? "Uh, oh yeah, I, uh, guess I forgot."

So I went for Shiraz.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

I mean it!




Tuesday, September 11, 2007

I Wish I Were in CO

It's September, finally starting to feel like fall...mid weather...

But a note to the person two doors down from me? (I can't believe I'm saying this, as I have true-blue Colorado blood running through my veins...)

It is too early for a wood-burning fire. Inside. When my air conditioner is still running.

But if you go live in Colorado, you can have a fire. Because it's colder up there.

(Two posts in two days? Who am I???)

Sunday, September 09, 2007


So I'm here at my friend's house, and I looked at her desk and saw a box of flash cards. Whoopee, right? But then (this is the good part)...I saw they were anatomy flash cards! I could have fun with these.

I'm going almost black hair with pink highlights.

Maggie's big.

The husband's kickin' heinie at school.

It's been raining this week. We even had a bit of thunder.

Work rocks.

I watched a good friend get not one, but TWO, tattoos at once, and didn't pass out! (The girl next to her didn't do so well. And neither did her tattoo. Oops. They tell you not to move for a reason.)

I have lime green toenails, and love them.

(Isn't this a titillating post?)

Well, if I don't go wash my hair out in the next two minutes, I will have no hair.

I've realized that I have not been posting as often (well, not at all...) and really thought about it. I've decided that I was so unhappy throughout my whole blogging "history," and it really helped having an outlet. Not so much to vent, but to see that people actually read my blog, and said nice things to me (at that point, people weren't being very nice to me.) Even if I don't know your face, I knew that you visited me every day, and that, at least in a passing way, actually enjoyed what I had to say.

I now am around people that, well, smile when they see me, and, well, say hello. Simple, right? But it makes a HUGE difference, I tell you what.

But I miss you guys, and will be back real soon (yes, I know that wasn't proper grammar.)

Sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite. And if you have bedbugs, you might need to get some help with that.