The Last 24 Hours

So I've been sick for the last 24 hours. I am finally feeling better. I woke up at 2am Tuesday morning and threw up every 20-30 minutes until about 3:30pm. It was horrible, like The Exorcist. Luckily, 24 hours later I am feeling much better. Hopefully, I'll feel awesome when I wake up tomorrow being as how it's New Year's Eve. I am just glad that I was sick this week and not next Tuesday because I'll be in New York!
Peace, Love, and Hair Grease

I Miss You

Christmas is over, all my presents were opened, and I've since organized them where they belong. I never really got into Christmas this year. I never got excited about looking at Christmas lights, decorating my tree, Christmas shopping, or wrapping presents. I was in a complete funk. I loaded up my car and went home to Stillwater on Christmas Eve ready to relax and hang out with my family. As our usual tradition, on Christmas Eve at 12pm we went to my Aunt and Uncle's house for pizza. (We've done this every Christmas Eve I can remember) As everyone is arriving, it hits me like a ton of bricks....There's someone missing, someone very special. Earlier this year my grandmother passed away and it was the saddest day of my entire life. I have never felt pain so deep. She was my best friend. As tears started rolling down my face, my mom just put her hand on my back. She knew without even asking. Christmas was my grandma's favorite time of year. She always had TONS of Christmas lights on her house, a few Christmas trees, and all the presents you could ever ask for. Every year she got me a Holiday Barbie. I have one for every year since the late 80's. I didn't get a Holiday Barbie this year. It wouldn't have been the same even if I had. After wrapping up with my extended family on Christmas Eve, I went with my parents to our church for a candlelight service. Christmas morning we woke up and opened all of our presents. I got some really great gifts, my mom cooked an amazing lunch, I took a nap, and then went to my dad's house to exchange gifts there. I later came home and saw one of the presents my mom received from my brother. It was a scrapbook that he had done for one of his classes. It had a few pictures but mostly short stories of all the chapters in his life. My mom saw me glance at and said, "you should read it, it's very touching." I hopped up on her bed and started to read this book. It had stories of my brother growing up and some of his favorite memories playing sports, fishing, and hanging out with his sister. (that's me) I continued reading and came to a chapter about loss. It was about my grandma. About all the memories we shared with her and all the laughs. Suddenly, the waterfall came. After one tear I couldn't stop. It's so weird to have all these great memories with someone and then to realize that there isn't another memory to be made. She won't be at my wedding or at Dustin's graduation. She won't get to see him play in his first college football game. This is the first time someone has died that I was so close to. It's still an ongoing nightmare. I keep thinking that she's going to call me to see if I'm watching American Idol or to wish me happy birhtday or to tell me how proud of me she is. I think the only thing that makes me feel better is to remember all the good memories and to know that she's watching me.

I know that she is my guardian angel.

All I wanna do is boom, boom, boom, boom

Life is smooth sailing. If you know me at all, you're understanding the sarcasm in that statement. I have been known to have the worst luck ever. I woke up this morning at 7:00am with a puppy that wanted to go outside, I got up, put on my jacket, and proceeded into the bitter cold. After finishing his business, Hendrix and I came back inside and went back to bed. While I was sleeping, I was having a dream about the perfect house I'm going to buy, everything about it was exactly what I wanted. My dream is suddenly disturbed by a gagging sound, followed by me waking up to Hendrix getting sick. After this continues for about 10 minutes, I decided it was time to load him into the car and go to the vet. We put on our coats and head to the car. I get in my car, turn it on, turn on the defroster, and turn to track 8 on the new Coldplay CD. I put the car in reverse, look behind me to back up, and realize.....HOLY SHIT, my back window is completely shattered. As I continue looking, I also realize there is a bullet hole all the way through the window. I put the car in park, feel a panic attack coming, grab Hendrix and run back into my apartment. I call the police, they file a report, and act like this is no big deal. I'm pissed that nobody seems to give a damn about my safety so I begin ranting to myself. I call my insurance agent, he tells me to get some estimates, and to call him tomorrow. Now what I would like to mention here is that not once has anybody mentioned what to do when the glass shatters out. I am hoping this doesn't happen but there are no guarantees. With my luck, we should assume for the worse.
I call my friend, we'll call her Skittles, and she starts to panic so we decide to go to lunch. Where should we go? BJ's, duh. As we're talking, I told her the entire story, and then proceed to tell her about the retarded situation I got myself into last Monday. After finishing the story we concluded that my back window got shot out because I was trying to be cool like the girls from McNellies and I started to wear my bandana around everywhere. Apparently, they didn't appreciate that I wanted to be like them so much so they came to teach me a lesson.
SO... what I haver learned today is that Ghetto is the new black. Sweatpants, Hoodies, and Bandanas are the new style, and thug is what I'm lovin' for awhile.

And another one bites the dust....

Last night, I had dinner with the girls in my pledge class at Iron Starr Urban BBQ. (If you haven't been there you need to go because it's AMAZING...I go there at least twice a month) There are six of us at dinner and we're sitting literally in the middle of the restaurant. As we're sitting there, something catches my eye, something beautiful. As I continue to listen to the girls talk at my table I continue to catch this tall, dark and handsome creature in the corner of my eye. I mention to the ladies at our table (who are all wearing rings on their left ring fingers) that I see something eye catching, they observe and just keep going. I pick up on the fact that they're not very amused so I continue talking and try to focus on combining bank accounts, going to the in-laws for Thanksgiving, and who's bringing their spouse to Vegas for the wedding. Me personally, I'm going to Vegas alone. Do you know how many single men are in Vegas on any given weekend?

Anywho, as we begin to wrap things up we decide that we need to get some pictures together. We haven't all gotten together, just us, in a long time. We need to find someone to take our picture so we can all be in it....hmmm, who might that be? So, after some encouragement from the girls, I ask him to take a picture of us. He comes over takes some pictures, we tell him thank you and he has small talk about why we are all together and where we went to school. As we're gathering our things to leave, he takes my jacket off the back of my chair and says, "Allow me." OK... so despite this is a small gesture, I'm completely flattered because chivalry died like 10 years ago. As he's doing this, I sarcastically say, "so do you have a girlfriend," and he says "actually, no I don't." (Is this really happening to me? a potentially nice, guy that's attractive, and single? I must be dreaming) Then he says, "we're going to McNellies after work, you should come." Like a school girl, I giggle and we proceed to leave. We get outside and the girls are all in favor of me going to McNellies, I have to remind them that I can't show up by myself. Out of six, I had one taker, thank goodness. So we proceed to McNellies.

I'll try to wrap this up, but there's some really good stuff here:

We order a beer and get a table, the boys show up like clockwork and sit at the bar right behind us, after about ten minutes they invite us to sit with them at the bar. It's boy1, boy2, me, and girl2... we're all laughing and talking. The two boys are hysterical which is a huge selling point. After awhile, boy1 (the one that caught my eye) starts to act irritated that boy2 is possibly out showing him with humor. We notice his change in attitude but continue to listen to the ridiculous stories of boy2. Before we know a group of "women" walk into the bar in sweatpants, hoodies, and bandannas. For a split second, we think the bar is getting robbed, but before I can make one of my awesome sarcastic comment one of the girls shouts out to boy1. Imagine my astonishment when he responds to "her." Eventually, we lose boy1 to the shims(that's she plus him) and boy2 to upset about why some girl in Norman hasn't called him, we decide it's time to leave.
As we're on our way to pick up my friends car she says to me, "You tend to like douchebags, attractive, but douchebags." I giggle, knowing how true that statement is.

So boy1, if you're reading this, hopefully it will be an eye opening experience for you. I wish you the best of luck.

And another one bites the dust...