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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

I am so very tired....

For whatever reason, I have been rising and shining a tad bit earlier than usual and hitting the ground running. I suppose this is a good thing, but the thing is that now at 10 at night, I am ready to fall into a coma. I used to be such a night owl. The hubs and I were talking about how we used to just be getting our second wind at about 11 at night. Of course that was when I got up at 9 am and worked until maybe 4 in the afternoon. Um, yeah. I am not sure that I like this whole up with the birds thing because it reminds me, yet again, that I am getting older. Isn't paying taxes enough? FUCK.
I had lunch with a friend on Sunday and I decided to treat myself to a trip to Barnes and Noble on my way home. I normally avoid any and all stores of any type on the weekends because they are insane, but I went anyways. After immediately finding two books and two magazines with which to while away many hours, I ran into a lady that I worked with at the firm. Apparently, she had to take a medical leave from the firm because she was thiiiiiiiiiis close to having a total mental breakdown. See, the sad thing that no one tells the rest of y'all up there in non-Hurricane-ville is that this shit is still fucking with us. I read an article written by some psychiatrist from Tulane who stated that we will see a skyrocketing number of post-traumatic stress disorder diagnoses for the next 2 to 3 YEARS because of what this area has had to go through. I do know for a fact that one of my all time favorite secretaries who truly lost it all in the storm moved to Atlanta, I believe, and was struggling to hold on to her sanity due to all this shit. (L - you will know this secretary by her "Lookah heya, you!!!") How sad this all is. I mean, I got out of this shit relatively unscathed and sometimes it even gets to me sometimes. Had I lost everything, I think I would be drooling into a cup by now. The strength of these survivors are amazing. I hope that my friend makes it through this ok. She deserves at least that.
The hubs is off tomorrow so he and I are going to run to Sam's Club to stock up on crap. Plus, we may (if I can talk him into it) have lunch at Hooters. Am I the only girl in the world who can look past the cheesiness of this joint (not to mention the silicone) and just dive head first into wing sauce? Well, if so, that's ok. It can be my secret. Me and all the testosterone driven men in the universe.
I finished work early today and was all excited at the prospect of watching disk 3 of season 1 of Laguna Beach. (Shut UP.) Imagine my dismay to discover that I had watched the entire season already. This disk was just outtakes, deleted scenes, house tours, etc. Man, I get so few thrills in life and damn it, I wanted to watch this stupid, insipid while the hubs was at work. Instead I ended up weeding the rest of the planting beds out front while talking to my friend, Cher, who picked up and moved her ass to Houston on the phone. Hopefully our friend, Karen, and I will be able to go out there to visit her in her giant new house and have a true girls weekend. That would be big fun filled with margaritas.
Sidenote: This new show, "Teachers", looks good.
Fuck, it is 8:30 and I could go to bed right NOW.
I think I am going to go lay down and read. I'll take my Geritol and soak my bunions later.

Elizabeth at 9:15 PM

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at 11:52 PM Anonymous Katie said...

I love me some hooters...I'm a girl - and I'm ashamed to say my 8 year old daughter votes to go there any time its an option (we don't have one in our town). Obviously, she doesn't see the whole chain name/waitress relationship with Hooters - but hey it works.

 
at 12:32 AM Anonymous lawbrat said...

I love hooters too! The hottest sauce is my FAVORITE! I get all wing sauce excited when I see, hear, think about hooters. And, I may wish I looked like some of the perky girls with flat tummys that work there.

I'll soak my bunions 2x for you!

 
at 12:52 AM Blogger Kami said...

If only they wouldn't wear those Luby's hose.

 
at 8:44 AM Blogger Danielle said...

**just stoppen by to say hay***

 
at 9:25 AM Blogger cor said...

Teachers is funny, but have you watched sons and daughters? It will have you r.o.l.l.i.n.g.

 
at 10:05 AM Blogger Tammy said...

I love Hooters too! Their wings rock! If you can get past the silicone and drooling men, that is.

I don't see how the people who lost everything are coping. I know that I would be a friggin basketcase by now. 'Cause we all know how I handle stress so well!

 
at 10:26 AM Blogger Pissy Britches said...

Hooters has good food.
I don't might the big breasted chicks...I just talk about them the whole time I am there because I think wearing pantyhose with a fucking pair of shorts is the stupiest shit I have ever heard of. It is gross.

 
at 10:40 AM Blogger Well-heeled mom said...

Yeah, I love Hooters - but I love all of it. The food, drinks and the cheesy girls. We don't have one anywhere near us, but when we travel they'd better have a Hooters nearby. Oh, and the hose with the short shorts? My thighs suck, so I don't blame the Hooties for wearing them.

 
at 12:14 PM Blogger The Kept Woman said...

You are totally not the only girl who loves Hooters for their hot-wings.

Can I admit that I like the boobies too?

I actually saw a segment yesterday (Oprah? maybe...I never watch that shit) on how people in NO are at like some ridiculously high rate for having heart attacks and actually suffering (even dying) from "broken hearts."

To be honest, I think that we get more updates re: bombings and goings-on in Iraq than we do of progess reports on the Katrina clean-up. Sounds kind of backwards to me, but what do I know...?

 
at 2:38 PM Blogger Kelly said...

I love Hooters - can't get my husband there enough! They even sponsored our Little League, can you believe it?

I think your body is trying to adjust to the time change this weekend, early...

 
at 11:46 PM Blogger Amy said...

Yep, You're old. Welcome to the club.

I am so proud of your strength. It tore me up just VISITING, and what my family went through was EXTREMELY difficult, even though most of them didn't lose everything. It WILL be years.

We thought Teachers looked crappy, so we decided not to watch it. Let me know if it turns out to be good...

 
at 11:47 PM Blogger Amy said...

Oh yeah, and I LOVE Hooters. We taught Evan to say "HOOTERS" if you ask him what's his favorite place to eat :-)

 
at 1:15 PM Blogger Jeffs place said...

Ya I love hooters. I only go their to read articles in the menu.

 

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