What's my age again?

Maintenance Man sucks.

He made people get up this morning to move their cars so he could plow the friggin' lot. On a Saturday. Who does that?!

Sure it was going on 11 but that's just details.

It's crap I tell you. CRAP! The actual driving area had been plowed but he wants the stalls cleared. Which sure some might say is nice but hi. This is a college apartment building. We don't really care much about shit like that! I can understand wanting the driving spots clear but the stalls?! It hasn't even snowed that much! Plus most of the lot is empty so just do the ones that are clear.

I find the whole process impractical because during the week there is no way in hell all the cars can be moved to the back lot or to the sides. There are too many cars! And it isn't like there is a plethora of parking else where in this town.

Anyway.

I've been covering some basketball games for the DU and I've reached a strange point in my life. A point where I don't look at the boys in the stand but rather the coaches and think "hmm. He's kinda cute." The JV/assistant coach at one the schools looked to be about 25 and that's what made me think about it. A strange day indeed. It makes me feel old hanging about high schoolers. But really, I'm not old! It's just weird looking at the roster, seeing a freshmen and thinking how she's 7 years younger then me. I think that's right...freshmen year a person is 14-15...yeah cuz sophomore year you get to drive! Anyway. It's weird! At least I think it is since I find myself in that wishy-washy grey area. A grey area where some of the coaches might think this chick looks like one of my students not someone who's a reporter. For me all those high school feelings come back. Like seeing a teacher makes me slightly nervous if I'm playing with my phone. Wondering if the ticket people will really buy I'm not a student or am I gonna have to whip out the press pass. Some people at the grocery store had a hard time believing I was old enough to scan alcohol. That always annoyed me.
It'd be:
person-"oh you better call someone over"
me-"why?"
p- "cuz I got beer"
m- "uh, I can scan"
p- "really?!"
m-"I can even buy it."
p-"no!"
m-"shut the hell up and give me your damn card already"

Ok that last part might be a lie. I don't really take offense to someone saying I look young. I just get a little peeved when they don't believe me. I think I know my age bucko.

...well that turned into something else.

I'm outtie.

Stick it

Oh the first real snow fall of the season! How exciting! We've got a pretty lil blanket of snow which makes me feel all festive for the holiday season. And yikes. 25 days until Christmas?! Shit son! I haven't bought a single gift!

I have a love hate relationship with cold weather. Love the snow to a point, hate the slush it makes on the sidewalk. Love that we have distinctive seasons, hate the extremes. Love when it's cool and the wind is blowing at your back, hate when it's freezing and the wind is blowing in your face.

It is kind of torturous to think while walking to class "mm it isn't too bad out with the wind at my back. But oh the walk home, that's gonna blow cuz the winds gonna be in my face." I HATE that! And I hate that some places are like a wind tunnel because of the buildings or whatever. Just going along, it's not bad then wham! You enter a certain spot and the wind picks up by 10 mph.

I always freeze my giblets while walking home and I don't like it. Wait. That didn't sound right. That's a euphemism for a dude's naughty bits. I meant, you know, as in a turkey. The neck. I freeze my neck/chin fat. Not anything...dirty.

Speaking of turkey, sigh. One of these years...ONE OF THESE YEARS! I am gonna blow a blood vessel over Thanksgiving Dinner. Why? Because why oh why can't my family have a normal dinner? WHY I ASK?!

My demands are simple, they really are. Normal stuff! Normal food you see on a Butterball commercial. No deep fried turkey. No pork loin. That was years ago but I'm still bitter over it. No weird potatoes or lack of corn.

This year has to be one of the better Thanksgiving in recent memory. We had a normal turkey and a fried one. Regular mashed potatoes, corn (which was absent last year and that's just wrong), green bean casserole which is kinda gross, cranberry sauce which also is kinda gross but kinda amazing, rolls, stuffing. Pretty normal. Except there was no gravy. WTF? How can there not be gravy? Everything is dry then. What do you put on the potatoes? Nothing. Tisk tisk tisk.

The Thanksgiving feast I envision is a turkey cooked in the oven until the thermometer pops out of its ass then is served on a (fake) silver platter not chopped up with green garnish and those little paper frilly things on the drumsticks. Mashed potatoes, NORMAL mashed potatoes. Not boiled in chicken broth or infused with some other shit. Gravy in a gravy boat. Stuffing, corn, rolls, wine and well, a seat at the adult table. A coveted spot with the big kids. At least the kid's table is now in the same room as the adults. When Thanksgiving was at the g-units, they sat in the fancy dinning room (which mark my words I will eat a feast in! Even if it involves breaking into their house while they are away and eating alone!) while the kids ate in the kitchen. When Thanksgiving was at MJ's the adults ate upstairs while the kid's table was in the backroom in the basement. It was like we were the help and this was only two, three years ago. Tori got a spot at the adult table and I'm older then her! How rude! Well not really. But I guess this year's kid's table was a strange hybrid. The oldest cousin, the youngest cousin (me), two in between and the offspring of the oldest. Weird hybrid like I said.

Oh, I also want candles burning on my Thanksgiving table. Maybe I'll do a Thanksgiving in July sometime and I'll do it all my way! And if someone complains I'll shove a turkey baster someplace where the sun don't shine.

Anyway.

18 Days until the end of the semester, 25 days until Christmas, 50 days until Bush is out of office and about 10 weeks until I'm an auntie! Hehe. Had to throw that one in there. But I gotta say, at the rate they are going that kid is not gonna have a name until next Christmas. I will call it...Hmm I don't know what. I'll have to think of some nickname. No peanut, pumpkin, sugar, honey or sweetie. Everyone uses those. Ohh perhaps puddin'! Oh I don't know.

Ok I need to be productive.

Tootles.

Feeling Numb

I put some Vick's Vapor Rub on and it's such an odd sensation.

Slight numbing of the chest matched with numbing of the nasal passage in an oddly soothing way. It's like huffing Listerine.

Kinda fun.

So. I've been out of my blog routine. Guess there really hasn't been much going on. I went home this weekend for the traditional Deer Hunter weekend, which was kind of a bust Saturday. Friday AB, mama, and me went to Costco, whoopdee fookin' doo, then to Chalmers Jewelers for their ladies night. Drank some champagne, ate some hors, and looked at really expensive jewelry. A sales associate was with us for the whole time pretty much and we had a "wish list" to put what we wanted on. I put a few things on my wish list? Will I get anything on it? Um, hell no. Not unless I win the lotto, find me a man with deep pockets or do a heist.

Oh my gah though! They had Mont Blanc pens there! I squealed a little, ok a lot, on the inside. I WANT ONE! The pen was the cheapest thing I put on my wish list, an affordable $399.

I put a Sapphire necklace on my wish list, I don't remember how much that was. A couple thous. But the most expensive, and I think I had the pricey-est taste, was a ring. It was a blue diamond surrounded by regular diamonds and the band was all sparkly too. It was only $7,999. Holy nuts. I was scared to put it on my hand. But it was beautiful! Abag and me looked at the engagement rings too for shits and giggles, didn't try any on or look at them out of the case, but I did make her commit to memory the style that I like.

It was fun lookin' at the expensive crap.

Oh ew Aaron Rogers. Change your facial hair.

Ooooohhh it's almost Thanksgiving. The holiday is a double edged sword. Good because food, bad because it's the warning flag that the semester is coming to a close which translates to I gotta kick my ass into gear. Oh why must I procrastinate? Because it's an illness that I have no power over.

Ok. That's it.

Puppy Chow!

Beef on the hoof

Well huh. It's been a while since I have last blogged. Don't really got an excuse for it. Just been rotting my brain on homework and television shows.

Why do I always join the TV show party late? It's the damnedest thing. I don't know why but ever since The West Wing went of the air I haven't really kept up with a current TV show. Oh wait there was Studio 60. But even then I had to watch some online and not ya know, on the actual boob tube. It's odd. At least I think it is. But I guess I don't feel malnourished in the television sense so I suppose that's good. Though maybe that's what leads me to OD on shows like the CSI franchises since I can watch like seven a day. A recent development to the mix, NCIS. I find it strange.

I also find it strange when complete strangers comment on my blog but hey, it's out there for the world to read.

So uh yeah. It's been a pretty quite week. I can't really think of anything worth sharing. No stupid stories, no rant. Oh no that's a lie! Tuby! The kid(s) who live upstairs! The other morning they were being extra fat. Beef on the hoof as my uncle would call it. At like 330 in the morning I woke up and I swear to god it sounded like two sumo wrestlers were in the middle of a match. My room was shaking. I don't know what they were doing, maybe bowling with kegs, but I was getting to my wits end. Oooooh! They need to superglue felt to their feet and walk on bubble wrap. No wait. That's pop. They need to walk on something that muffles the sound.

No news yet on were my favorite baseball player is going. Le sigh. Hopefully the NL but not central because I'd hate to have to root against him so much. Though then I would see him more...so some place like Pittsburgh would be nice. Or Cincinnati I guess. Just no Cubs. Please.

Ok. I don't have anything else. Keep on keeping on.

Smart Ass

Not gonna lie, I got a little goose bumpy when Obama was giving his speech.

and that picture of the donkey beating up the elephant makes me giggle, except it's a little sad because the elephant looks so sad.

I was 3 for 3 by the way. Don't know who the Register of Deed's did nor do I care.

Rock the Cat Box

Ahhhhh, tomorrow is the day.

The day were we get to exercise our wonderful right to vote. I know many a person who voted early. Not I. What's the fun of voting if you don't do it on Election Day? It is not fun. So tomorrow I shall rise early and head out to my local voting precinct to fill in the bubble for my candidates and ballot measures of my choosing.

Who and what will I be voting for? It's really a no brainer but since I like to waste time here it is:

And I also vote for any school referendum for the city of Whitewater because 1) I think there always needs to be more money spent on education and 2) It's a nice little f-you to all the citizens of Whitewater who hate students. In return, I vote that your property taxes go up!

And of course there is always talk about a Fair Wisconsin. The referendum on the amendment was passed during the Midterms which was unfortunate. So just a nice lil' support to them!

Why do I vote the way I do? Because to me the important topics aren't taxes or the economy. I couldn't give a rip about it. I know I should since a shitty economy translates to craptastic job hunting, something I have to do soon. I vote the way I do because I care more about education and civil liberties and rights then hitting pay dirt on Wall Street. I do think government regulation is good for the most part. Do I want them telling everyone what to do? No but there can be a middle ground.

I do what I do, vote for who I vote for because it's what I think is right and that's it.

According to my calendar of counting down until Bush is out of office, tomorrow it'll be 77 days left. And it's also Laura Bush's birthday! Oh and it's almost Condi's birthday! The 14th! Such a useful calendar in so many ways!

Ok, I'm gonna go cook some supper.

Declined

My seasonal depression has just got darker.

The Brewers have declined Craig Counsell's option for next season.

Those rat bastards.

But there's still hope I guess. They're still negotiating a lower price. But I'm not holding my breath.

As what seems to be a theme, I have once again put my feelings into an illustration. Who needs Photoshop when I have Microsoft Word?

They always seem bigger...

...that's what she said.

annnnnnnnnnd that was lame. My apologies. I'm slightly depressed right now. And by slightly I mean I'm drunk. Oh, no I'm not. But a bit of my soul is.

That's it.

Actually no, no that is not it! To further illustrate my grief let me tell you about the song that fits my feelings. It's by one Mr. Michael Bolton. And it goes something like this:

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU ? (Michael Bolton)
I could hardly believe it When I heard the news today I had to come and get it straight from you They said you were leavin' Someone swept you heart away From the look upon your face I see it's true So tell me all about it, tell me 'bout the plans you're makin' Then tell me one thing more before I go
Chorus: Tell me how am I supposed to live without you Now that I've been lovin' you so long How am I supposed to live without you How am I supposed to carry on When all that I've been livin' for is gone
I didn't come here for cryin' Didn't come here to breakdown It's just a dream of mine is coming to an end An how can I blame you When I built my world around The hope that someday we'd be so much more than friends And I don't wanna know the price I'm gonna pay for dreaming When even now it's more than I can take
Chorus
And I don't wanna face the price I'm gonna pay for dreaming Now that your dream has come true
Chorus

And if you don't know how the song actually goes try this:

Well screw that shit. I was gonna actually attempt to embed a video from youtube but I know when I've been beat and blogger has once again won this round. Like I know what the hell it means to close a tag.

Anyway here it is. I don't know why there's Spanish subtitles but there are.

...I hate you blogger...I hate you!