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You kinda crimp my style

Alas, my planned and awesome video project is put off yet again. I was just too tired last night. BUT. Karen, Bridgy and I played. We did the funniest/scariest photo shoot in Bridgy’s studio. I’ll post it later, but I wanted to get one in for today.

You know? I should really keep in mind that when I have left over ‘Photo shoot hair’ that involves using hair implements from 1986, I might want to ignore my burning craving for sweet pulled pork salad at Costa Vida because I tend to run into people I know.

AND.

If I am still determined to exit the house looking like a reject from a casting call of “Punky Brewster” I might want to not wear sweats that shrank three inches in the dryer with bright pink shoes and a floppy, gray hoodie.

I think I actually burned the corneas of a few innocent bystanders and I really think that the ensamble will cause a table of fragile middle school girls to be forced into serious therapy. I don’t think my excuse of trying to blend in with the homeless was very convincing.At least Michelle was with me. She swears that “Her hair sucked, too!” We will never know as she had a hat to cover the damning evidence. When we were standing in line for our food we also saw one of Chelle’s neighbors.

“If he looks at you funny, I’ll just tell him you’re my “Special friend” I take to lunch every Thursday”.

Ehem.

Two can play that little game.

When we got to the cash register she asked if we wanted the check together or separate and if we wanted to use cash or charge. Instead of answering I looked right at her and said,

“Guess what?!!!! After we’re done eating here, we get to go to KMART!!!!”

It was grand.

Chelle was a good sport about it all and even contributed by taking extra care to point me in the right direction to the soda machines.

“I can’t BELIEVE you did that!”

Really? Because I kinda have a history for having fun like that in public. A really quick list of some past escapades include/but are not limited to:

*In college I was busily making out with my boyfriend in my car. A cop came over because I guess he had an issue with a steamed up car being parked in a car wash stall at 1 AM. I told him that my husband and I were run ragged by triplets and a newborn and we managed to get a sitter for the night and it was where we met. He had five kids. He let us off the hook.

*I asked a waiter at Olive Garden to take this photo of me and Karen because it was a “Special Anniversary”.*I had one guy at a food court on Hill AFB convinced that one of my friends was my husband and he was a cheap bastard taking me there for our 7-year anniversary. His kids were with us so it added an extra air of authenticity.

*When I was preparing for a role, I had to use an English accent. So, I went to Salt Lake and was a British tourist that spent the day asking everyone for directions.

*My current favorite is taking Karen to dinner along with Jon and calling her “Wife number two”. I don’t think she’s as fond of my game as I am.

Terrible? Yes, yes it is.

Good, Bad and Somewhere in the middle

Boo
*I’m tired of my stomach being in knots and feeling like it is Joan of Arc being burned at the steak. Ulcers suck. I want them to go away.

*The whole running/gym thing is discouraging me today. I’ve worked my ass off to get to where my husband (And others) can just run after never going to the gym.

*I have been suffering from “Face leprosy” for months. It is a breakout on my chin and lower cheeks that is just pissing me the hell OFF. I have never had skin this bad for this long. I blame stress and feeling like suck. BUT. I have been religious in caring for it and it is only marginally better despite great skin products. I am getting really tired of feeling if I leave the house without foundation on people will do a double-take before running away and screaming, “Dear God, what is that THING?!”

*I love my car and we so needed it, but good HELL it takes a big chunk of our budget. I am a bit panicked. EEK. I think I have been the most kick-ass wife in dealing with being poor. It doesn’t take a ton to make me happy. Give me a Diet Coke and the ability to go to dinner with friends and I’m good. I don’t want to go back to the point of going through the couch cushions to look for change for a Slurpee. I don’t have to have a ton, I just have to have enough. Please let it stay that way.

*”The Messiah” is almost over for me. I am worried that it is going to make me sad. I’ve been working so hard for it, I don’t know what to do when it’s over and done. I got an invitation to audition for an opera company in SLC in April and for one glorious, wild moment I thought I would. Then reality sank in and I have to say, it was a pretty hard moment for me.

*I had half of my face drilled yesterday. Another dentist appointment. SO grand. I have two more to go. Apparently, even though I switched to Diet Coke three years ago, the 10 years of hard-core, regular Coke drinking did major damage to my teeth. It is worse because I haven’t been to the dentist for 3 years because of major dental phobias and I didn’t have insurance. (YES, now you all know! Throw rotten tomatoes and shun me. Do your freaking, judgemental worst. It can’t be worse than the treatment I get from the dental hygienist, OK?) The dentist never uses enough numbing agent to begin with and I always feel the drill. Then he does overkill and paralyzed half my face for hours. I now know what I will look like if I am ever the victim of a stroke. It is not pretty, my friends.

YAY
*My new blog page is coming along really well. I am digging many things about how Kerfloppy is organizing it. She rocks the house.

*James made his theatrical debut as a cowboy hat-wearing cow. He was the best cow in the whole herd. I’m “Udderly” proud to be his momma. (Sorry, I just could.not.help.myself.)*It is Easter time. THAT means it is time for Russle Stovers Chocolate-covered Marshmallow Eggs. MMM… God bless the fabulous deliciousness that is thine. MMM…*My friends rock my world. Without each of them I would be lost. Ok, I would be lost more than I am now and “Living in a van down by the river”. Actually, I guess now that my van is dead it would technically be “A station wagon down by the river”, but you get my drift.

*I heart fries from Wendy’s.
Everyone always harps on how freaking terrible and bad they are for you. Well, I ORDERED THEM ANYWAY. Even though I only ordered the small size and didn’t finish them all, and even though my relationship with fries (And all fast food) is very long, complex and complicated, it was one of those moments that just makes life completely happy, content and worth all the flippin’ hassle, That’s a pretty big freakin’ accomplishment for fries, huh? :)

*I’m filming a new video with Karen and Bridgy tonight. It’s been awhile since I’ve done a fun one. I hope it works out how I want. Heh. heh. heh.

MEH.
*Small gym towels suck. I can see being economical and not having bath sheets, but could you please get ones a bit bigger so they cover my boobs and ass at the same time? Thanks.

*I’m freezing. I want it to be deep spring.

*I am trying to find a new ring tone for my when my parents call. It is going to be “Darth Vadar’s Theme” from the original Star Wars movies. Heh.

* My twin sister isn’t going to come see me in The Messiah. I don’t really care, I guess. I’ve been to see her in tons of stuff. It doesn’t matter that she has a ton more professional opera credits under her belt than I do, it will always be a flippin’ competition to her. She is suffering because she can’t really sing anymore so I do understand, but still…To have even invited her is a huge step for me. I’m still putting it under the “Meh” category because I knew she wouldn’t come. No big surprise there.

* I am dying to see “Wild Hogs” and “Blades of Glory”. DYING, I tell you. (No need to tell me my movie choices suck. My friend Brian can adequately summize this on behalf of all of you. And he has over the years. Quite well. REPEATEDLY.)

*My eyebrows look pretty hot today. Cool.

Random Bullets of Crap

*I’m tired. FYI-Sex at 5 AM probably isn’t the best time to try to break a world’s record.

*It is really difficult to *ehem* CONCENTRATE when your cat starts moaning and having freaky animal love outside your window when you are getting early morning action. It also doesn’t help when your partner keeps telling you he “Hates your damn cat”.

*I have to keep Christopher from wearing his bowtie, vest and suit jacket to school. We go through it every day. I think I am raising a combination of Alex P. Keaton and Felix Unger. Sigh.

*My friend, Chelly, is back from a spa-weekend in Arizona with a good friend that moved last year. She had a great time and despite the airline losing her luggage when there were only TEN PASSENGERS on a direct flight from Phoenix to Salt Lake City, she returned to us a sexy(Yet crispy and sunburned) babe. RAWR!

I took her out for lunch and a spin in my new car. I feel so sorry for all of you that you can’t have a totally hot BFF like me. It rocks. (I have to go run and hide now. Chelle is also freakishly strong and I have a feeling she may open up a can of Pioneer WhoopAss on me after that.)

*Have you ever been weird enough to wonder what it is like to see me get dressed? Well, here you go: In the words of my “Diva Dress Fluffer”. I would like to thank all the little people….

*My parent’s 50th wedding anniversary is going to kill me. Seriously? SERIOUSLY. If that doesn’t the flipping reunion they are forcing me to attend the month after that surely will.

*My video “Dancing in Cache Valley” is getting more attention. If I had known it would be in the paper and posted around so much I probably would have worn a different outfit and brushed my hair. Sigh.

*Having a gym stalker SUCKS. If I am there at the same time as a particular woman, my workout is totally screwed. She has followed me into very *PRIVATE* moments to announce that she “Left me gym towels by my clothes”. I know that sounds nice, but my hell, I just want to be left alone to sweat and grunt in peace, ok????

After looking around for adjoining treadmills for forever, Bridgy and I finally found two. I had just started running when I felt tugging on my arm. It was her. OMG. She kept harping and harping (I kept saying “I can’t run and talk”) Finally, I had such a side ache I just said screw it. I only had a 10-minute workout. UNLESS YOUR NAME IS BRIGITTE , DON’T FREAKING TALK TO ME WHEN I’M RUNNING! (Ok, you can if you are Christian Bale. Or as hot as Christian Bale. If not, f-off.)

*I was feeling pretty great about being adventerous and brave by really liking an octopus salad served in a local sushi restaurant. I totally love the taste of it and I don’t get grossed out by the octopus becuase it is usually chopped into really small pieces so it is manageable. I found out the hard way that when the restaurant is slammed, they don’t chop up the octopus, but serve it cut in big wedges. It still tasted great but all I could think is “Oh my hell. This looks like a vagina with suction cups.” Tends to put a damper on the appetite. EWE.

*My sons love my car. I’m glad. They deserve to have some nice things. They are very good boys that aren’t vain, or spoiled. Just really good kids and I’m happy that they like it so much.

*Now that I have praised them, I can say that they often make me rip my hair out.
You know that you are in for a piece of crap evening when your son comes home and says “I know you are going to hate me, but I have a history project on West Virginia due tomorrow.”
Ulcers suck. The suck six ways from Sunday. They also suck a duck, a goose and also a turkey.

*You know what else sucks? Missing submitting your forms for hot lunch and knowing that you will be packing lunchfor your kids every day in April. That SUCKS.

Sweet Dreams, everyone.