I have had tons of things to blog about but no time.
I will update this week.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
I couldn't come up with any appropriate titles for this one...
The other night I went out to 6th Street with some friends. I know...6th Street...the only place other than Bourbon Street where the party never seems to end. I have lived in Austin for over 10 years but the friend whose birthday we were celebrating is relatively new to the city. So of course she is mesmerized by the whole 6th Street thing.
My best friend Christy is one of the coolest, craziest people you will ever meet. I feel very confident in saying that. She does as she wants when she pleases no matter how insane. It is one of the things I love most about her. It was her idea to go bar hopping so that the birthday girl can hit up as many bars as possible to get free shots at each bar for her b-day. Meanwhile, Christy is having a few shots but mostly beer. So it was one drink at each bar and then we keep moving.
At one point we were leaving a bar and a guy was like "Hey! You dropped something." I didn't know he was talking to me. He then runs up behind me and said, "I think you dropped this." And then we both looked at it at the same time and he smiled. I didn't. I said "It's not mine, but I know who it belongs to thanks." To which he replied "Yeah, sure...hahahahahaha"
It was a beer koozie (Christy's of course) and this is what it looks like:
My best friend Christy is one of the coolest, craziest people you will ever meet. I feel very confident in saying that. She does as she wants when she pleases no matter how insane. It is one of the things I love most about her. It was her idea to go bar hopping so that the birthday girl can hit up as many bars as possible to get free shots at each bar for her b-day. Meanwhile, Christy is having a few shots but mostly beer. So it was one drink at each bar and then we keep moving.
At one point we were leaving a bar and a guy was like "Hey! You dropped something." I didn't know he was talking to me. He then runs up behind me and said, "I think you dropped this." And then we both looked at it at the same time and he smiled. I didn't. I said "It's not mine, but I know who it belongs to thanks." To which he replied "Yeah, sure...hahahahahaha"
It was a beer koozie (Christy's of course) and this is what it looks like:
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
People are annoying...
Okay, so I can't believe I am actually going to share this story since I should probably be ashamed. But I am not (ashamed) so I will (share).
This past weekend in addition to our trip to Houston we went to the Kemah Boardwalk. It is this super cute place. There are carnival amusement park rides and restaurants and boat tours, etc. Here are pictures...
So, I decide to face my fear of falling to my death and go on the Kemah Tower ride with Ryan. It is a pretty tame ride, you just go up in a round, well tower looking thing (here's a picture).
Before getting on the ride we discover you must buy tickets. Well, we're there on a Friday night and the place is packed and the ticket line is a little long. Not too bad, but a 15 min. wait or so.
As we are winding our way to the front of the ticket line a man is kind of making a production that he needs to get up to meet with his family or people he has closer to the front of the line. Fine, right? No big deal...let the man get to his family or friends or whatever.
Minutes pass...we are waiting, Ryan is annoyed because he hates crowds of people. Kids are crying and fussing, you know the drill.
Then a lady comes up behind Ryan and is annoyed because he doesn't realize she is trying to get by and he doesn't hear her. She kind of huffs and puffs by gets by the line of people. She obviously is trying to get to her family also. So now we are finally getting closer and there is a couple holding up one of the ticket booth cashiers, they can't decide or something... I don't know what the issue is, but now I don't care because a ticket person is ready for me.
So now I am ordering our tickets for the Kemah Tower and I realize that the couple holding up part of the line is the man and woman who separately cut in line to get in front of everyone. What? Those dicks! Who does that! The ultimate line cutting scam (who even thinks of this!) Ugh, I was so annoyed and I told Ryan..."hey, it's that man and that lady together!...they scammed all of us and cut in line!!!" Of course, Ryan is cool and calm and says..."Who cares, just ignore them."
Here is where the story gets interesting. So I am staring them down...they are right next to us and their total is like $41.08 or something for two all night passes and the guy gives the person $40 and then the girl says "Sir, it is $41.08" and so he pulls out --- and I am not kidding a giant wad of cash (who carries cash around anymore?) and he finds a $1 and is like well I don't have any change. He does the old grab the pocket and shrugs his shoulder manuver. So the cashier is looking at him confused (probably thinking like I am ---break a freaking $20 or something you weirdo) and he is telling her he still doesn't have any change. This is an uncomfortable few minutes and the lady he's with (you know the one that was rude to Ryan) is annoyed and she looks at me getting our change from the $10 we just paid with and asks us for the 8 cents. Is she insane? I practically want to strangle her. Ryan kind of grabs my arm gently to lead me towards the ride and I tell her this:
"NO! I am not giving you the money because you cut in front of me in line and that was rude."
Classic junior high...perhaps even elementary school response. And to think I am a teacher who has a rule that no one can complain that anyone is cutting in line because I don't want to hear it.
Ryan was so pissed that I just didn't ignore them (he has this whole thing that he worries I am going to piss someone off some day and it is going to lead to him getting into an altercation). I honestly could not stop myself, it would have annoyed me all night.
But I must say I was a little paranoid that they were going to end up sitting next to us in a restaurant or on the ride.
This past weekend in addition to our trip to Houston we went to the Kemah Boardwalk. It is this super cute place. There are carnival amusement park rides and restaurants and boat tours, etc. Here are pictures...
So, I decide to face my fear of falling to my death and go on the Kemah Tower ride with Ryan. It is a pretty tame ride, you just go up in a round, well tower looking thing (here's a picture).
Before getting on the ride we discover you must buy tickets. Well, we're there on a Friday night and the place is packed and the ticket line is a little long. Not too bad, but a 15 min. wait or so.
As we are winding our way to the front of the ticket line a man is kind of making a production that he needs to get up to meet with his family or people he has closer to the front of the line. Fine, right? No big deal...let the man get to his family or friends or whatever.
Minutes pass...we are waiting, Ryan is annoyed because he hates crowds of people. Kids are crying and fussing, you know the drill.
Then a lady comes up behind Ryan and is annoyed because he doesn't realize she is trying to get by and he doesn't hear her. She kind of huffs and puffs by gets by the line of people. She obviously is trying to get to her family also. So now we are finally getting closer and there is a couple holding up one of the ticket booth cashiers, they can't decide or something... I don't know what the issue is, but now I don't care because a ticket person is ready for me.
So now I am ordering our tickets for the Kemah Tower and I realize that the couple holding up part of the line is the man and woman who separately cut in line to get in front of everyone. What? Those dicks! Who does that! The ultimate line cutting scam (who even thinks of this!) Ugh, I was so annoyed and I told Ryan..."hey, it's that man and that lady together!...they scammed all of us and cut in line!!!" Of course, Ryan is cool and calm and says..."Who cares, just ignore them."
Here is where the story gets interesting. So I am staring them down...they are right next to us and their total is like $41.08 or something for two all night passes and the guy gives the person $40 and then the girl says "Sir, it is $41.08" and so he pulls out --- and I am not kidding a giant wad of cash (who carries cash around anymore?) and he finds a $1 and is like well I don't have any change. He does the old grab the pocket and shrugs his shoulder manuver. So the cashier is looking at him confused (probably thinking like I am ---break a freaking $20 or something you weirdo) and he is telling her he still doesn't have any change. This is an uncomfortable few minutes and the lady he's with (you know the one that was rude to Ryan) is annoyed and she looks at me getting our change from the $10 we just paid with and asks us for the 8 cents. Is she insane? I practically want to strangle her. Ryan kind of grabs my arm gently to lead me towards the ride and I tell her this:
"NO! I am not giving you the money because you cut in front of me in line and that was rude."
Classic junior high...perhaps even elementary school response. And to think I am a teacher who has a rule that no one can complain that anyone is cutting in line because I don't want to hear it.
Ryan was so pissed that I just didn't ignore them (he has this whole thing that he worries I am going to piss someone off some day and it is going to lead to him getting into an altercation). I honestly could not stop myself, it would have annoyed me all night.
But I must say I was a little paranoid that they were going to end up sitting next to us in a restaurant or on the ride.
Monday, August 10, 2009
H-town
Ryan and I spent the last few days in Houston for a mini-vacation.
We left on Thursday and got home early Sunday morning (2am).
I was so tired yesterday.
We went to the Houston Galleria and had some good food and spent some quality time together. It was nice.
On Saturday night we went to the Green Day concert in downtown Houston. It was a bit funny to me that Billie Joe of Green Day was like "eff the establishment" and "screw capitalism" and "break your televisions and fuck commericalism" because he must not have realized that this commerical is on like 100 times a day.
All in all it was a really great show and at the end they released confetti over the crowd just like in the American Idiot tour. I love that whole snow effect. The people in seats really miss out, I would be bummed to not have general admission floor tickets.
We left on Thursday and got home early Sunday morning (2am).
I was so tired yesterday.
We went to the Houston Galleria and had some good food and spent some quality time together. It was nice.
On Saturday night we went to the Green Day concert in downtown Houston. It was a bit funny to me that Billie Joe of Green Day was like "eff the establishment" and "screw capitalism" and "break your televisions and fuck commericalism" because he must not have realized that this commerical is on like 100 times a day.
All in all it was a really great show and at the end they released confetti over the crowd just like in the American Idiot tour. I love that whole snow effect. The people in seats really miss out, I would be bummed to not have general admission floor tickets.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Dental Hygiene
Today I took the first step in overcoming my fear of the dentist.
I was frustrated because a few months ago I tried making an appointment and they called a day before my cleaning and cavity treatment to tell me that I had to reschedule. This was after I had scheduled for a substitute to come and wrote lesson plans for the following day. Her exact words "We lost a hygienist and need to reschedule you." What? How do you lose a hygienist? Do you know where you left her? Ugh, annoying.
But I let my boycott go on too long and felt a horrible toothache on the horizon. I called yesterday to make an appointment and they told me they couldn't see me until mid September. I considered throwing the phone, but instead I politely asked if they could send my films to another dentist as soon as I found one to take me. She put me on hold and then came back to let me know a miracle had occured. She would be able to fit me in today at 8am with the dentist and 9:15 with the hygienist.
I did embarrassingly scream loud when she snuck in a shot near the front of my mouth. I couldn't believe I had done that. I just knew my face was red. I immediately said sorry and told the patrons in the rooms around me that I was sorry if I scared anyone and it really wasn't too bad. The assistant started laughing. I don't think they were prepared for me.
I survived. The hygienist was cute and sweet, and gentle. I think we should all appreciate medical professionals being easy on the eyes. It just makes things better. I am sure he thought I was just adorable with drool running down my face, blood on the front of my shirt from jumping during the shot, my eyes constantly watering, coughing because I hate that sucker thing, and asking to go to the bathroom twice during treatment.
Did I mention I look like I had a stroke with the left part of my face all saggy from the 7 injections of novacaine. Which leads me to the Whole Foods trip I took afterwards to purchase soup. But I will have to save that story for later. This whole adventure is tempting me to overdose on vicodin and catch up on Oprah.
I was frustrated because a few months ago I tried making an appointment and they called a day before my cleaning and cavity treatment to tell me that I had to reschedule. This was after I had scheduled for a substitute to come and wrote lesson plans for the following day. Her exact words "We lost a hygienist and need to reschedule you." What? How do you lose a hygienist? Do you know where you left her? Ugh, annoying.
But I let my boycott go on too long and felt a horrible toothache on the horizon. I called yesterday to make an appointment and they told me they couldn't see me until mid September. I considered throwing the phone, but instead I politely asked if they could send my films to another dentist as soon as I found one to take me. She put me on hold and then came back to let me know a miracle had occured. She would be able to fit me in today at 8am with the dentist and 9:15 with the hygienist.
I did embarrassingly scream loud when she snuck in a shot near the front of my mouth. I couldn't believe I had done that. I just knew my face was red. I immediately said sorry and told the patrons in the rooms around me that I was sorry if I scared anyone and it really wasn't too bad. The assistant started laughing. I don't think they were prepared for me.
I survived. The hygienist was cute and sweet, and gentle. I think we should all appreciate medical professionals being easy on the eyes. It just makes things better. I am sure he thought I was just adorable with drool running down my face, blood on the front of my shirt from jumping during the shot, my eyes constantly watering, coughing because I hate that sucker thing, and asking to go to the bathroom twice during treatment.
Did I mention I look like I had a stroke with the left part of my face all saggy from the 7 injections of novacaine. Which leads me to the Whole Foods trip I took afterwards to purchase soup. But I will have to save that story for later. This whole adventure is tempting me to overdose on vicodin and catch up on Oprah.
Monday, August 3, 2009
beauty blowout...
I have spent more money at Ulta this summer than I care to calculate.
Can someone tell the advertisers to please stop sending me the Ulta circulars? The $3.50 coupon you send me is not helping to curtail the damage I am doing.
I know the drill, they send me the coupon, all the while I tell myself that I am just going to get one thing. I get there, look around for the item or two I set out for (from the advertisement of course), but then it always happens.
I get sidetracked by a sweet salesgirl who seems bored and wants to do a demo on me. For some reason I can't say no..."Sure, I will try that new product."
"Oh really, erase paste to help my tired eyes look bright and fresh as the day I turned 20?"
It's only $26, chump change if you consider how it is going to refresh my look and practically change my life.
Do you see where I am going with this? Someone needs to stop me, especially considering I rarely even wear makeup.
And I don't even want to divulge how much lip gloss I have (see above picture). Burt's Bee's, Clinique, Estee Lauder, Gap lip balm, Blistex, Carmex, and even the new Yankee Candle lip balm.
See how they suck me in? I just noticed that with every online order you get to choose 3 free samples. Damn it Ulta, you're killing me.
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