Yeah - Clean It Up!

So Janiac was in town this weekend. That basically led to some crazy shenanigans, but more importantly it reminded me of a hilarious story from back in the day with Dirty and Janiac and a few others.

You see, Dirty was being named Cowbelle of the Year at the CCA Convention and the rest of us were just there to party.

And party we did!

One night in particular, we decided that we would have a delicious Basque dinner. (Because let's be honest folks, the Basques have the best food!) And in the spirit of fully immersing ourselves in the culture, we decided that we would start the night with some Picon Punch. And no Basque meal is complete without a little red wine, so we threw some of that in for good measure. And then I believe we each had a whiskey drink at some point - to even the score.

So, we are now finishing dinner, and we have drank our weight in liquor.

The results:

As  we're getting up from the table, Dirty falls out of her chair onto the floor and can't seem to get up. We all, of course, are laughing hysterically and are no help to her.

I forgot to mention at the beginning of this post that the Basque restaurant is kind of in the ghetto of Reno (I know, I know - what part of Reno isn't the ghetto, right?!?) and we had to take a taxi to get there. So we've now called two taxis to pick up our group and we're waiting inside so as not to freeze our asses off.

The cabs get there and we split into two groups. Dirty, Janiac, Dirty's mom, and I are in one cab and our cab driver is a little butch, but no big deal. Until we all climb in the cab (including the driver) and Dirty says, very loudly, "I wonder what team she plays for."

We finally make it back to the hotel without our cab driver kicking us out in the ghetto and resume partying at the casino bar.


The following happened in the course of the night:


- Janiac had a very long conversation with another friend of ours. After she walked away he confessed to me that he had no idea what she was talking about. He heard something about cars being kept in horse stalls, but he couldn't focus because he was certain that one of her breasts were going to fall out of her shirt.


- Dirty and Janiac ended up with tropical drinks and beachcomber hats.


- Dirty dropped her tropical drink and the glass broke all over the floor. When the custodian arrived he was wearing white coveralls, kind of like a Ghostbuster. He was down on his knees cleaning up her mess while Dirty stood over him saying, "Yeah. Clean it up!"


At some point Janiac and I headed up to the room and ordered chicken strips. However, I fell asleep before they arrived and missed out. Though Dirty walked in as Janiac was eating and helped herself. (Does that sound familiar Diddy?)


The following morning, Dirty and I had to attend a breakfast event and we nearly died. It was one of the worst mornings of my life. And then we won the door prize...


...a bottle of wine.

Reaching Out

This post isn't going to be funny.

In the past week I have been reminded too many times that life is precious. There are no guarantees for tomorrow. 

There is no possible way to touch every person in the world with your kindness, but if you touch one person, who touches one person, who touches one person...it would be a great start.

I don't know why I was born with such a deeply rooted sense of patriotism. I don't know why, when it comes time to dedicate my time to something I always gravitate toward the military. 

I sat in my living room tonight, watching this video and crying.

I am not asking you to go out and do something for the military, but I am asking you to go where your heart leads you. Doing something kind for someone. Anyone.

Please.

Miscellany Monday

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80 Lady

On Friday we celebrated A's 80th birthday with a backyard family party.

(Head over to Pie Ranch to see pictures of the festivities.)

I love my family! We are such a blast! I do wish that I took more pictures, but I have realized recently that I'm too social to be the official photographer. I get so distracted with people and conversation that I forget that I should be documenting it with film.

Oh well, another profession I can cross off the list.

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Joining the Church Choir

Yesterday was the typical Sunday for me, you know, grocery shopping, cooking, and Church...

Eric Church that is!!

YES! In further proof that we know all the right people, we got the hook up with M&G passes to meet Eric Church and trust me, Bunner, Banana, SuperFan, Dirty, and I enjoyed the shit out of ourselves!

I will tell you that the inferno of exhaust coming out of the bus that we were lined up next to didn't do anything for my photo appearance, but it was worth it to say hi to one of my favorite artists of all time.

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Husker Time

I'm heading to Omaha this weekend to visit Freckles and her family. I've never been to Nebraska before and I'm excited about the trip.

Freckles and I have a long history together and I am sure that this trip will not disappoint. In the meantime, keep your fingers crossed that the humidity does not suffocate me.

{sidenote: Did I tell you about the time that Such'n'such and I went to the wildlife park and the girl doing the snake demonstration kept telling us that the constrictor snake would suffercate us.  I almost died.}

Wake Me Up When September Ends...

I hate to wish that time would go by faster. Knowing that life is short and each moment is special, it makes me angry when I catch myself thinking, "I can't wait until ______ is over."

As I was walking down the hall at work to fill up my umpteenth glass of ice water, I thought, I can't wait until summer is over.

And the truth is, I can't.

The hot, muggy days are wearing me out. I love the rain, but I hate the aftermath.

Even 5 am workouts are unbearable because the air is so thick it is like a wool blanket smothering you.

I'm hot.

I sit at my desk yawning because I'm exhausted from mearly trying to stay cool enough to survive, and I keep forgetting to bring iced coffee to work with me.

The oppressive heat has pretty much decimated the garden. (Well, that and the freaking worms that came back.)


In other words, I'm longing for the short days of winter...