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He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich.

Note to self: Next time you decide to let your brother take you for a ride in his boat on a 100+ degree day, without a cloud in the sky, even if it is just a quick ride, WEAR SUNSCREEN for crying out loud!!! It’s a wonder I didn’t spontaneously combust.

Was a fun time though. And now Mexigoalie can finally stop asking, “Who the &^%# is Dilbert?!?!”

Their new house is pretty darn sweet. It will be nicer to visit once the weather cools down a bit. 100 degree days just aren’t my bag, baby.

Oh! Speaking of bags. Or pouches. Whatever. I saw my very first, up close and personal kangaroo! TWO of them! In freaking Emory, Texas. Who’d have guessed that?! They were so freaking cute! One was about 3 years old and the other was just over a year old. And they shared a yard with two boxers. I kept wanting the dogs to chase them just to see those roos take off, but the dogs apparently know better. It was fun to see them hop around though. The kangaroos, that is. Not the boxers.

Interesting discussion with the boss this week. A little disconcerting and certainly has me wondering….and, ok, a little bit worried, even though I was told not to be. The not knowing what it all means exactly is going to drive me crazy, but I’m going to take him at his word when he says I’m in demand.

Tomorrow (later today) is the Artists’ Reception for the On My Own Time Art Show at work. We get to pick up our artwork and the winners will be announced. I think the first place in each category goes to the city-wide show at North Park.

Having been one of the volunteers to collect and store the art on drop off day, I have no illusions of winning. Based on what I’ve seen of the others, and of previous years’ winners, the safe, generic, technically correct images seem to be the preference (oh that was tacky of me). And that’s just not me. And I saw a lot of really great entries. But I’m happy to have put something out there. This is the first art show I’ve submitted anything to since I’ve been in Dallas. That’s just silly.

The new flickr group is going well so far. We are doing our first assignment this week, due on Saturday, which is Self Portraits (darn you, Flirt). I haven’t a clue what I’m doing for that yet. But I’m glad to have the excuse to play with Samuel L this weekend.

Showing how funky and strong is your fight

Happy hour last night was a blast! Obnoxious, crazy, drunken, yes. But fun nonetheless. There was sushi, cheap cheap drinks, crying, dolphins, cherry passing, dousings, moonwalking, Cafe Brazil, 3 people in my bed at 3am (a gay man and a married woman….lol), a drive across town at 4am, coffee and Whataburger at 5am. What could ever top that??

I have strange bruises all over me, and am running on about 3 hours of sleep. After Mexigoalie gets done with his game tonight, we’re making the hour and a half drive out to Dilbert’s. Duckie and my niece headed out there earlier today, so we’ll get to see the new house all moved in and visit with my family for a day. Should be good times.

Guess I’ll sleep tomorrow night.

Why did I agree to this?

I’ve been promising to do a happy hour on “this side” of town for awhile now for me and some of my nearby friends.  Some of which have still yet to see my “new” house, which I’ve been in for almost 2 years now.  So I agreed to host a happy hour tomorrow at my house.

My house is a WRECK.  I like to blame the 14-hour days I’ve been working, but it was a mess before that, too.  It’s just REALLY bad right now.  I should be running around cleaning, but I’m not.  I’ll try to leave work a little early tomorrow so I can come home and run the vacuum and swiffer the wood floors at least.  I predict everything else will get stuffed in a drawer or closet.

This isn’t the “usual” happy hour bunch.  It’s a few blunt, no BS, call-it-like-they-see it women.  Which is just part of what makes them fun.  I invited a few others, including Mexigoalie, Nala, and Rockstar.  And Curly.  So I get a message from him today indicating he might be a little late and leave a little early because of some messages 2 of these women have been sending him, in jest, but still.  Apparently they are trying to get him to “hook up” with one of them, who is in a long-term relationship.  And they flirt endlessly with him.  And he is sooo uncomfortable about it because A) they are both married in one sense or another and B) he’s not interested.  Of course, he’s too nice to just SAY that to them.

So, he asked if I would invite Mr & Mrs Dubya, too.  Since I’m pretty sure they aren’t going to the other happy hour thing in Ft Worth….which might as well be New Mexico it’s so far away!  Mrs Dubya is pregnant.  And half the group that will be here smokes.  Which means, out of respect for her and the baby, we’ll go outside to smoke.  I know it’s petty for me to say, but it is HOT outside and I still haven’t gotten an umbrella for my patio furniture.  Not sure if they are coming or not yet.  Anyway, the point is, it should definitely be an interesting mix of people.  I’m hoping for a drama-free night…we’ll see.

Oh.  And I get to go to Miss Hut’s bridal shower at 11am on Saturday.  I don’t get up by 11am on a normal Saturday, much less after having people over the night before.  I’ll have to set about 5 alarms to make sure I’m up early enough to run by Target and pick something up from her registry.

I finally finished the last season of QAF last weekend, too.  It rocked.  I cried.  I’ll miss those silly queers.

Anyway, nothing exciting or interesting to blog about….just checking in.  I’m still alive, but just barely. 

My very own Spartans!

Mexigoalie & Rockstar came over around 10 last night to show me his new truck and hangout for awhile. I was kind of against the idea at first as I have been in crazy-work-anitsocial mode lately.  Plus I’d already put my PJs on.  But I relented and I’m glad I did.

It turned into an all-night drunkfest, dress-up, slumberless party.  First they tried out my old cheerleader uniforms, then Mexigoalie did his best Blanche Dubois impression, wearing a full length formal belle of the ball prom dress.  I seriously can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.  The battery in my digital camera died after about 1 picture, but boy have I got some film to be developed now!!

I didn’t even know how badly I needed that, but it felt great to let loose and laugh and completely forget all the hassles of work for awhile.  You both rock and will forever be my favorite cheerleaders! 

I am feeling every bit my age and then some today.  Oy.  After sleeping until almost 3pm (it was about 6am before we finally crashed), I have done nothing but lay around and watch movies and read.  And I needed that, too.

Won’t you please, please help me?

I love Mexigoalie.  He and Nala came over after his game tonight and Mexigoalie has spent the last 5+ hours sitting here helping me write bios for the program.  Tomorrow we’ll start on the ads.  Mr & Mrs Dubya are supposed to come by for a bit, too, so hopefully we’ll have this knocked out by tomorrow afternoon.  Then I can get started on projects for work that I needed to have completed long before now. 

Oh, and Sharla, I’ve tried the free beer and pizza thing before.  It always just turns into a social hour where nothing really gets done.  The less the merrier in this case! 

Happy New Year!

The Stars have had a winning tradition on NYE for years.  They even fought to get the schedule rearranged so they could play at home on New Year’s again this year.  Something magical always seemed to happen at each year’s game.  This was the first NYE game I ever got to attend.  My baby daddy scored two goals.


It was the only two goals the Stars scored all night.  We lost  3-2.  Dammit.  Why the hell did my boys wait until the 3rd period to start playing to win??  Oh yeah, and it was our group’s declared green hair night. 


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We sat around on the patio, drinking appletinis and reflecting on the past year and what each of us had accomplished and learned in 2005.  We got a little emotional (I’m sure the alcohol helped) and talked about our friendships and relationships and stuff.  And then realized it was almost midnight so we ran back inside, grabbed the party hats and scrambled to find the countdown to the New Year on tv.

We found the channel just in time to catch the “3…..2…..1….” part.  I’m a dork and forgot the whole kissing thing that happens.  I’ve been home by myself on NYE the past 5 years.  So as we are all saying Happy New Year to each other, I give Nala a hug and he gave me a peck on the cheek.  The kissing thing still didn’t occur to me.  Then I go to give Curly a hug.  He was apparently going for a kiss and ended up with my cheek.  It wasn’t that I wouldn’t have kissed him, I just didn’t expect it.  And to make matters worse, I then kissed everyone else after that.  Everyone but Curly and Nala.  I hope he didn’t think I intentionally dodged him.


>My faraway friend, I’ll call him Dr. Honeydew, called after midnight, on his drunken walk home.  So we passed the phone around and let everyone say hello and Happy New Year and stuff.  He’s an absolute doll and I love him to pieces.  I’ve alluded to him in here once before, but I won’t point it out now.  That’s a story for another day.

So, Curly is this guy that I’ve known for a year or two now.  He has short wavy hair, hence the Curly.  Tall.  Nice looking.  Incredibly dry wit.  Very quiet.  Introverted.  Very even-keeled.  He’s a great guy.  He really is.  And sometimes I think there is a potential relationship there.  Several of my friends insist that he’s into me.  I’m not so sure.  But the bigger question is, am I interested in him?  Sometimes yes.  Sometimes no.  I think maybe he’s too old for me.  I don’t necessarily mean in years, although he is about 8 years older.  What I mean is, he’s a lot more settled down.  A lot more laid back.  I don’t know if we’d like the same things, other than the Stars. 

Dr. Honeydew, who I can talk to about damn near anything, says that these are things you find out when you date someone.  And that I either want to date Curly or I don’t.  I, however, am of the opinion that I don’t want to cross that line of friendship to find out if I like him as something more.  Because it’s hard to backtrack from that and remain friends.  I think that, in spending more time with him as friends, I’ll learn more about which direction I am leaning and whether or not I really am interested in something more.  And if he is as well.  Dr. Honeydew says that is me being a chicken.

What say you?

Comments from old blog:Nilla – Jan 01, 06:  Which one is Curly?

I get really philosophical in themiddle of the night… I say, if you didn’t want to make the guy your soul partner, then, don’t push it. I personally don’t want to “settle” for someone. Yeah, he’s nice and I like him or whatever, but if there isn’t that pssion and connection then it’s just not there. I don’t think that kind of stuff grows from nothing.

SWF – Jan 01, 06:  Curly is the guy I’m hugging on my patio.

I know what you mean about not wanting to settle. Boy howdy, do I! There’s a spark there, I just think I’ve just become so overly cautious and guarded over the past few years that I am nit-picking every possible scenario and how it might play out.

Nilla – Jan 02, 06:  Yup, he’s pretty cute. And every time I see new pictures posted of you on here, I’m struck by how pretty you are! I don’t see why you’re trying to lose all that weight. I think you look fine!

 Laura – Jan 03, 06:  I think you should GO FOR IT with Curly :) I agree it would be scary, because when you cross over the friendship line it *IS* hard. And I know he’s mentioned things about certain attributes that are important to him in a woman that would be hard for anyone to live up to!! Like awesome credit scores and stuff. lmao But I think he is DEFINITELY into you. He’d be crazy not to be!! And I think he’s absolutely adorable. You definitely need to think about it, because of the friendship there. But I’d say it is definitely something worth thinking about!!!!

Daisy – Jan 03, 06:  Rats, Laura! I’d forgotten someone was reading that knows me in “real” life. LOL

And hey, I have an outstanding credit score! I’ve been more than responsible with my debt…I just have too much of it. 😛

Yes, he’s adorable. But I don’t know if we are compatible. I think we (all of us! lol) are a little too wild sometimes. I just don’t want it to be awkward. And if I’m wrong about it (on both sides), it could be.

Daisy – Jan 03, 06:  Oh, and Nilla. Thanks. But I have the benefit of only posting pics of me where I don’t have 5 chins or my gut rolls aren’t showing. 😛

Laura  – Jan 04, 06:  That’s okay….. your secret is safe with me! :)

STH Jersey Event

Today, Mexigoalie and I got to go get our free (well, it cost us the price of our season tickets being paid by August 19) jerseys and had the opportunity to select one of four player groups to autograph it. 

Group 1:  Mike Modano, Stu Barnes, Phillipe Boucher (wasn’t there…broke his finger in the game last night), Jaroslav Svoboda, and Stephane Robidas 

Group 2:  Bill Guerin, Jere Lehtinen, Martin Skoula, Nathan Perrott, and Trevor Daley
Group 3:  Marty Turco, Sergei Zubov, Niko Kapanen, Steve Ott, and Johan Hedberg

Group 4:  Brenden Morrow, Jason Arnott, Antti Miettinen, Jussi Jokinen, Jon Klemm

Contrary to popular assumptions, I did not elect to get group 1.  Since I already had Modano’s autograph on my Mo home (green) jersey, I wanted to get some of the others to sign my new away (white) jersey. 
We got there early and so weren’t too far back in the check-in line.  We picked up our jerseys and Mexigoalie and I chose Group 4.  Some friends of ours that were there also decided they just wanted their jerseys and would worry about autographs another day.  So they gave us their tickets for Group 3.

Group 4

In the first line, I didn’t have the guts to say much other than, “Thank you,” to the players.  I don’t know why I can’t talk.  Mostly I just don’t want to sound like an idiot, plus I can never think of anything original to say.  And after about 50 people before me and several hundred to follow, I figure they’ve heard it all.

Group 3

By the time we got up to the players in Group 3, I had a little more nerve built up.  But said mostly stupid lame dumb girl things like, “That’s a cool watch,” or “Great game last night.”  Ugh.  Mexigoalie asked Zubov if his heart was in his throat when he took that penalty in OT and left the team short-handed.  Zubov said, “No, I wasn’t worried.”  Then paused a beat and added, “Yes!”  and we all laughed about that.


Then, because the lines were moving pretty smoothly, we were told they would let us in line for the other groups as well, even though we didn’t have tickets for those.

We went and got in group 2’s line, since it was the shorter of the two remaining.  Got through there pretty quickly and made our way to the Modano line of group 1.  That’s were our good fortune ended.  They wouldn’t let anyone else into that line without a ticket because there were still quite a few people waiting and only about 30 minutes left of the event.  So the only glances I got at my Mikey were through a glass window.

Stu & Mo

Oh well, I’m not complaining.  We both managed to get a jersey signed by the entire team, minus 5 players.  We’ll just have to catch a practice or other event sometime to get those last few. 

How cool is this??  Now I have something to wear when I catch my first 2 Stars road games in a few months!!  I’m (FINALLY) going to go visit my oldest brother, Dilbert, and his family in San Diego at the end of March.  So I’ve worked it out so that I will get to see them play in Anaheim and Los Angeles while I’m there!  Can’t wait!!  Although, my brother is already threatening to make me sit by myself at the games, since he knows I will be cheering (loudly) for the visiting team!

My away jersey

I have nothing to say.

Really, I don’t.  It’s late.  I should be asleep.   Besides, I sound like one of those mechanical voicebox things so you really don’t want me to say anything. 

I thought I was feeling better last Thursday.  So I met Mexigoalie, Nala, and Cat at Uncle Julio’s for Nala’s birthday on Friday afternoon.  Then went to the Stars game with Red (hey, I paid $50 for that ticket to sit in the lower bowl and I wasn’t about to let some silly illness make that money go to waste!).  All week I had been able to last, at most, 4 hours before curling up and sleeping for an hour or two.  The stupid decongestent my doctor gave me makes me sooo drowsy.  So by the time I got ready, drove to the restaurant, ate, and we headed to the game, I was already a good 3 hours into my semi-alert and awake time. 

Midway through the first period, my eyes were tearing up, my throat hurt, and I couldn’t pay attention to the game.  That’s right…I could not stay focused on the hockey game.  Now you know I felt like shit.

Stars vs Coyotes

Somehow, by the beginning of the 3rd period, I was feeling a little more human and was able to yell and scream and enjoy the game.  Except for the fact that I had essentially no voice.  We lost the game, which sucked.  And confirmed my superstition that I can not ever sit in a different seat again.  From now on, it’s my season ticket seat or bust. 

After the game, Red had begged and pleaded with us days in advance to meet up afterwards for post-game adult beverages.   So about 12 or so of us hit the Old No 7 for a few.  I guess the alcohol numbed my throat so I felt ok, but my voice was getting harder and harder to tolerate.

After staying longer than a sick girl should, I finally headed home around midnight.  Decided to stop at Jack in the Box for some coffee.  Now keep in mind that I had not uttered a word since I said bye to my friends and left the bar.  So it was to my complete surprise, and utter horror, that when I opened my mouth to order at the drive thru, I couldn’t get anything out louder than a whisper.   I had to pull around to the window and repeat myself (as if repeating the words in my head that I couldn’t seem to vocalize really did much good) and use various attempts at sign language to order my coffee. 

Three days later and I can talk now atleast.  But I sound like a complete freak.  Like I should be pushing some invisible button on my throat to speak. 

The Craig Machine

Mexigoalie, Nala, and I went to see Stephen Lynch’s Craig Machine show at the Majestic last night.  It was the first time I’ve seen him live and he did not disappoint.  This guy is hysterical.  He had us cracking up from the very beginning with “Craig.”  Mexigoalie and I were hoping he’d do “Priest” as well, complete with microphone licking, but he didn’t.  Oh well, it was still an amusing night!

I had never been to The Majestic before.  It really is a beautiful old theatre!  Very ornate.  Lynch said it looked like an ancient Greek porn theatre, complete with a sticky floor!  He did “Superhero” and took suggestions from the audience for additional verses.  The funniest one resulted from an annoying girl in the audience who felt compelled to yell things out throughout the entire show.  I managed to get some video of it….the video is crap but the audio came out pretty well. 

He wrapped up the show with an encore that included a performance of a song from The Wedding Singer that he is performing in on Broadway.  The show ended a little after 10pm.

Afterwards, we headed to V’s for her house party.  After the previous drama, we made it a point not to talk about the show much.  The party was fun though.  We got there in time to catch the last half of the Stars game on tv.  Then hung around and chatted out on the patio until the wee hours.  Good times

Happy Birthday, Mexigoalie!

Today was my dearest slore’s birthday.  To celebrate, I setup a birthday dinner for him at his favorite restaurant (no, not FasTaco) and invited about 20 of his close friends.  For a weeknight thing, especially after the Halloween party that some of us were still recovering from, we had a pretty good turnout.  I think there was about 15 people there by the time it was all over.

I think Mexigoalie had a good time.  And, for a change, actually wanted pictures taken of himself.  With everyone.  Including the waitress and random hot guys.

Anyway, happy birthday, babe!  Love you!