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Thursday, September 28, 2006

I hate people

*****EDITED TO ADD***** The fucktard in quetion does NOT comment on my blog, so I certainly am not talking about any of my bitches here. In fact, it's a man. He just bugs. And when I say novella, I mean a fucking NOVELLA. Like several paragraphs in length. It would be cute if I did not loathe him.

Why do certain bloggers feel the need to leave like novella sized comments detailing exactly how clever they are and probably chuckling to themselves as they compose said witty comments?

I fucking hate that shit. I purposely avoided a ton of blogs because this asshat would go on and on, and now he has invaded a blog that I just love.

I hate people. I really fucking do.

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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Books #46 and #47 - Diary of a Working Girl and Devil in the Junior League

The first book, Diary of a Working Girl, was a story of a freelance writer who pitches an idea to Cosmo of finding Mr. Right in a mere 2 months in what she considers the land of milk and honey, the area of finance - which literally drips with men. Of course things don't go her way but the heroine in the book is so likeable and resembles each of us in some way that you gotta love her.

The second book, Devil in the Junior League, was fabulous. I had eyed the book up at the Barnes a few times and sat it back on the shelf each time. I got a gift card for my birthday, so I snatched it up. I loved it. The main character is left by her husband who not only takes up with a sad assed looking chick and obsconds with all of her money. She ends up having to take up with her neighbor who is (GASP) a Yankee and a rude one at that because he is a lawyer and just sneaky enough to find her weasel of a husband. The deal however is that her payment for his services is that she needs to get his equally tacky wife into the Junior League. I loved this book. I zipped through it in about 2 1/2 days or so. I highly recommend if you see it in the Barnes.

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Tuesday, September 26, 2006

I need a bit of a break

I got word last night that it is stage III lung cancer and that contrary to what I was originally told, the reason they are hurrying right along with the other carotid artery surgery is because they want the option to possibly operate on the lung cancer and don't want Dad to stroke out on the table.

Yeah, not quite the way it was spun to me.

So I need a break, guys. I'm tired, not sleeping well, crying a lot, now have eczema not just on my eyelid but right under my eye as well (I imagine from rubbing them to death). All of this spells out to me that I am over extended and just worn down. I will continue to post and write, but not nearly as often as I used to. That may change at some point if I need to vent or what have you, but for now, I just need to sit and digest this info and try to deal. Several of you all have my email and I'd love to hear from you if you feel the need to check in.

I am not exiting forever. I just don't need another obligation.

I imagine I'll still be commenting here and there because frankly reading y'all's crazy shit tends to make me laugh and that's always a good thing.

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Sunday, September 24, 2006

Celebrity Fit Club

I just had to witness Nick Turturro in a Speed-o. Pardon me while I go bleach out my eyeballs and brain.

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Yeah, still not in the mood to do a proper post - maybe later

GRUB-OLOGY
What is your salad dressing of choice? Italian.
What is your favorite fast food restaurant? I have not done fast food since January, but I do love me some Sonic.
What is your favorite sit down restaurant? Ruth's Chris
On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant? 20 percent - the service has to be atrocious to get less than that.
What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of? Pizza
Name three foods you detest above all others? Mayonaisse, guac, and coconut.
What is your favorite dish to order in a Chinese restaurant? Not big on the Chinese food, but some sort of chicken I guess.
What are your pizza toppings of choice? Pepperoni, and 57 pounds of cheese.
What do you like to put on your toast? peanut butter
What is your favorite type of gum? Not a big gum chewer - brings to mind Brit during the Matt Lauer interview smacking away

TECH-OLOGY
Number of contacts in your cell phone? No clue.
Number of contacts in your email address book? Ditto
What is your wallpaper on your computer? Some LSU tiger crap of the hubs.
What is your screensaver on your computer? Don't have one.
Are there naked pictures saved on your computer? No
How many land line phones do you have in your house? One
How many televisions are in your house? 3
What kitchen appliance do you use the least? Bread machine.
What is the format of the radio station you listen to the most? I rarely listen to the radio in the car. God made CD changers for that.
How many sex toys do you own that require batteries? Luckily the hubs runs on fried chicken so no batteries needed.

BI-OLOGY
What do you consider to be your best physical attribute? I have nice eyes I guess.
Are you right handed or left handed? Right
Do you like your smile? I suppose.
Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Um, do wisdom teeth count?
Would you like to? Yes...some of my ass and boobages would be fab.
Do you prefer to read when you go to the bathroom? No. I normally want to get in, do my thing, and go.
Which of your five senses do you think is keenest? Smell. I have pregnant nose - like how pregnant women have a good sense of smell? Yeah, that's me.
When was the last time you had a cavity? Couple years ago.
What is the heaviest item you lift regularly? Um, my ass.
Have you ever been knocked unconscious? No.

MISC-OLOGY
If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? Well, hell no.
If you could change your first name, what would you change it to? I like it now, but it is becoming more popular now.
How do you express your artistic side? I guess decorating the house.
What color do you think you look best in? blue
How long do you think you could last in a medium security prison? not long - I have a mouth that does not quit.
Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake? Oh, I could go so many directions with this one. Let's just go with yes.
If we weren’t bound by society’s conventions, do you have a relative you would make a pass at? Um, ew no.
How often do you go to church? More lately than for a while. Trying to hit it weekly.
Have you ever saved someone’s life? Yes, and I don't wanna even go there.
Has someone ever saved yours? yes probably

DARE-OLOGY
For this last section, if you would do it for less or more money, indicate how much.
Would you walk naked for a half mile down a public street for $100,000? In a fucking minute.
Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100? Sure.
Would you have sex with a member of the same sex for $10,000? probably not
Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000? Nope, I'm a weenie
Would you never blog again for $50,000? Sure
Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000? Sure as hell would - airbrushing though. Um, that's not cellulite, it's um......a shadow. Yeah, that's it.
Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000? No
Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000? Do I get to choose who? Cause it could be free.
Would you shave your head and get your entire body waxed for $5,000? maybe
Would you give up watching television for a year for $25,000? Nope

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Saturday, September 23, 2006

I am not dead

I'm here. Really I am. I have just had a couple really PMSy days and other irritations that I just don't feel like sharing. They aren't like funny things like itchy ass crack or slamming one's boob in a file cabinet (I have done that by the way), so I have just kept them to myself. I have been here and there commenting, but just don't have much to say.

I am, however, getting my hubs sloppy seconds. No, that is not a metaphor for the ex-bitch. He went out and bought himself a new badass laptop so I get his. Of course that brings the grand total of computers in this one household to 5. For 3 people. Granted one is exclusively for work, but still. We are sick. He sold off my old laptop to some dude he works with or a friend or something. Whatever. It was cash in hand so I said go ahead and get the damn computer. Nevermind the fact that my ass will be planted on the ugly ass sectional tonight that I despise and want to replace. Nope, you go get that computer, darlin.

Anyways, I have just taken a little break from the verbal diarrhea that I generally thrust upon you all on a daily basis. I'm sure by tomorrow I will have tons of profound thoughts with which to dazzle you.

Shut up.

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Thursday, September 21, 2006

Movie review

I took the hubs to see the Black Dahlia on Monday for his birthday. We spent the day running around. First, lunch at Cheesecake Bistro (complete with large slice of White Chocolate Raspberry cheesecake, of course), then to see the flick, then to the mall to get my rings inspected for insurance, ran to Barnes to spend my gift card, then to Walmart to return something and pick up a few things then home. Anyways, I liked the movie. I really enjoyed it. It was shot beautifully and the acting was quite good. Hillary Swank went way outside the box for her. I loved it. Anyways, go see it. You won't be sorry.

Gilmore Girls update - I am almost completely through season 5 and am loving it. However, I just checked the Flix and the first disk for Season 6 is on a "very long wait." Bastards.

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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

I can see it coming.....

I took the Pooper out for a walk this morning, right? And just barely beneath the surface, I felt it....

There was the slightest touch....if you blazed through life, you'd never feel it, but there it was.

The most tiny sliver of a chill. Now the sun was blazing just about squashing that sliver out, but I felt it. It was there. That can only mean that this hellish nightmare of a summer is coming to a close.

I so love fall.

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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Why research is not always a good thing or my other working title which is: Why Google is my worst enemy

Since the Pops was diagnosed with the big C, I have immersed myself in lung cancer research. Now he is having a PET scan on Thursday at 9:30 AM Pacific time. So whatever time that translates into in your time zone, just say a prayer ok?

I also need to just stop with the googling. I also need to stop using work resources (well, not resources per se, but websites that I never knew existed until this job that are, if I do say, the bomb diggity) in order to research every single facet of this disease, its treatment, its survival rate, the different cellular structures, possible side effects of each treatment, and each and every single facet of the PET scan that he will undergo. Seriously, I could kick his oncologist in the nads and just go take over. That would surprise the old stubborn man.

I also need to sleep an entire night. I need to stop with the incessant, strangulating panic that I wake up in sometimes 3-4 times a week. And when that happens, I just lie there terrified that he is gonna leave me. I mean, everyone lives with stress. We all know what that feels like, right? For me it is normally a knot in the gut. Sadly for my thighs, said knot does not translate into lack of appetite the way it does for some others. However, this new stress is accompanied by a new friend, the heart chokehold. Oh, you are not familiar? Let me school ya right quick.

OK, imagine that a big fat kid is sitting on your chest. And the fat kid has, in both hands, 50 pound dumb bells. Every so often, said fat kid decides to stand up and give me, the host, a moment of relief. However, this fat kid......oh, he is a right bastard. When he plops his cellulited rotund ass back down, he does it with a bounce so it hurts just a tad more. Mmmmm hmmmmmm. I have decided to name the fat kid after the ex-wife, even though in my head, the fat kid is a boy and not a woman with 70s hair and camel toe pants.

So, if you have a moment after saying a quick one for the Pops, say one for me too. I am keeping it together with like scraps of thread from the remnant pile. None of it matches and sometimes I think it is fixing to give way.

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Hola

I'm here. I have not died. I just had a really busy weekend what with the hubs turning the big 4-0 yesterday and then having to watch the Jags hand Ben his ass last night.

For those of you who have not discovered the beauty that is MNF, let me just say that it is a thing of beauty. A thing to behold.

Unless your team sucks donkey dicks the way my boys did. Not only did they suck, I think they might have swallowed. Yeah, it was bad.

I'll do a weekend update later today. I have a conference call in like 26 minutes and this is my first one at this new job that means anything, so this should be interesting.

For those of you wondering, the big present for the hubs - that big surprise - is that I took him horseback riding. I took his city ass, well really, swamp ass out to the country and put him on a horse that begged for mercy. I have pics and will show them later. We had a BALL though and so plan to go back. It was big fun and my thigh muscles actually did fairly well all things considered.

Catch y'all later.

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Friday, September 15, 2006

No SPF for me today

Yeah, I am just not feeling it, sorry. I liked the topics, but I am just not in the mood.

Like Tammy, someone pissed all up in my Cheerios today. Maybe I will be nicer later.

Until then, have a lovely day and wish me luck on having work today that I can understand and dictators that don't have marbles in their mouths.

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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

I guess seeing more of his fingers up her ass digging out shit just ain't gonna happen

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    Book #45 - Class Moms by Katherine Stewart

    This is the first book I received from the Books Free website, the sort of Netflix for books, if you will. So far it seems pretty cool but we shall see. This book was pretty good. It was basically about the ridiculous lengths that some Manhattan mothers will go in order to secure a good spot in a "desired" preschool for their child. The main character is a woman who makes a nice living but is still somehow a scholarship recipient on behalf of her daughter to attend the elite Metropolitan School. I suppose that situations like this do, indeed, exist, but I could not help but be appalled. Is it really that necessary to live vicariously through your kids at the age of 3??? The things that these women did to undercut each other and make their own children seem like angels from heaven were totally laughable. I recommend this to anyone who finds the humor in what we do to children in order to make ourselves feel better. It is either laugh or cry or tie my own tubes. I chose laugh.

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    Tuesday, September 12, 2006

    When did TV get so fucking horrible?

    OK, so my main goal over the next 14 days is to watch 12 disks of the Gilmore Girls in order to be up to date when season 7 starts on September 26. I am gonna go out on a limb and say that it won't happen so I have decided to just tape (yeah, I am the ONE person who lacks DVR) the season opener until I can catch up. Now, let's be clear, I can for sure watch 2 entire seasons in 14 days. The question is whether Netfl*x will allow me to turn over my movies that fast. They have slowed my ass down before when I was flipping disks back to them all rapid fire and shit. Bastards. They are lucky I am a movie/old tv show whore. Tonight I'd be loving to have SOMETHING from the flix considering there is nada on tv. The only thing I am even remotely interested in is SVU. Dancing with the Stars holds no allure for me. Watching Joey "Whoa" Lawrence dance around with his freakishly bald head gives me the heebs, ok?

    Oh, and while we are on tv, for those of you that poo poo soaps, shut it. Y&R is the best damn thing on tv right now. Today's episode proved that shit. Nothing beats watching a "grieving" widow of about 2 weeks belt out tunes such as "My Funny Valentine" on a rooftop. I mean, really, that's good tv right there.

    My weekend was quiet. The hubs and I went to go see Hollywoodland. Pretty good flick, liked the story, Adrian Brody was cool. However, poor Ben Affleck. He has no shot. He will always be Ben. He can change his mannerisms, his voice inflections, his hair line, his profile and he is still Ben Affleck. It comes screaming through the screen. He tried his damnedest to capture George Reeves, and he ALMOST DID, but in the end, he's Ben. Poor thing. Still a good flick though. Go see it.

    Saturday the hubs worked I think. Yeah, he did, so I worked and then chilled that night. I ended up in a desperate bid to have something to do that did not actually mean I had to leave the sofa, drove myself up to the enemy, Blockbu**er and got the entire second season of Laguna Beach. Again, shut it. That shit was good. Nothing is more entertaining than bitchy rich girls. Sunday I cleaned house and watched some football with the hubs. Of course, that night, was Manning Bowl. Jesus I am ready for one of them to like go AWAY. Since they are from here, they are shoved down our throats something awful. It is so fucking annoying. I mean, yep, they are both good, probably on their ways to hall of fame careers but there are other players out there too. And some of them are fucking Steelers, ok? Get your damn priorities straight.

    Monday I just went to the post office and stood in line forever. That place is a JOKE. I fail to understand the logic behind having a line out the door (I'm not exaggerating) and opening 3 of the 5 windows. If someone understands that math, then school me please.

    This weekend is the hubs birthday. I am taking him somewhere on Sunday as a surprise. I can't say where in case he sees this, but suffice it to say he will love it. He is hard to surprise so I am pumped I am actually gonna pull this off. He will be 40. So really, we are just gonna go sign his ass up for the AARP. Surprise, hon.

    Oh, speaking of the gook with whom I reside, he is now coming with me to Genuflector Class. I think I may have mentioned this last week, but it bears repeating. I am shocked he is coming because he is not all the hyped up on book learnin'. I mean, he is not stupid, but sitting and listening to someone talk for an hour and that person is male and not in a Hooters uniform? Not so much for him. I am proud of him for coming though. Maybe he will make a quick u-turn before hitting hell. Of course, chances are that is where I will be, so whatever.

    I went to brunch Sunday and after tip, this nice meal cost us $42 a person. Um, what? I did not drink. Not one glass of champagne. I mean, I did eat roughly half my body weight in bacon, but still....... I won't be frequenting that particular establishment again.

    Work is going well. I am still trying to slow down but seriously, according to their requirements, I could have flat out stopped working 4 hours into my day. I mean, that is cool but I feel weird like chilling for half my work day so I still slowed way down but went way above in my production than where I am estimated to be skill wise. Whatever. If they pitch a fit, then I'll fucking chill 4 hours a day. That will really break my heart.

    Dad had a consultation with the oncologist today. His surgery went really well and they cleaned out one side of the gunk. Today he was going to make the appt to get a PET scan to see how bad the cancer is and then figure out a treatment plan with the doctor. I am curious to hear what he has to say. I hope it's good news.

    OK, I have a chat date with my cousin in a few. Y'all have a looooooooooovely evening. Latah.

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    Update

    I have tons to say but I gotta work in a bit, so it shall wait until tonight. I do want to say that your tributes for the 9/11 victims were fab. Y'all did a wonderful job. I opted not to do one for my own reasons, but I thought what y'all found and researched was amazing.

    Anyways, I'm off to shower because, um, yikes, and I'll be back later to catch up on all of you and then write the typical inane crap I normally come up with.

    Latah.

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    Friday, September 08, 2006

    Why

    Won't my fucking pictures post? I am so annoyed with this. I gotta go take a shower before my head explodes.

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    Thursday, September 07, 2006

    My bitches.....can I ask......Are you ready for some foot-fuckin-ball?

    Wooooooooooooo, baby, nothing makes a Thursday night better than some Steelers football. Wait, I must be clear. Steelers football.....played in the Burgh.....with 4, count em, 4 Superbowl legends on the field (Franco Harris, Lynn Swann, LC Greenwood, and Mel Blount).....with one of my all time fave singers, Martina McBride doing some severe justice to the Star Spangled Banner......and the topper, a big yellow school bus coming out onto the field with my guy in it. It makes me one sad girl that I won't get to see Bettis lumber up the field anymore but he is doing sportscasting, so at least I still get to see him. Oh my, sometimes life....it's just GOOD. However, I'd give my left breastisis to be there. I will get there one day. You best believe, bitches.

    Well, first things first, or second, whatever. I still have no earthly idea how my dad is. That man could frustrate the living shit out of anyone. You see, my dad is of the school that what doctors say is gospel and would sooner go gay than question any doctor, let alone a specialist. However, does he have his biopsy results? Well, what the fuck do you think? I am neither crying nor jumping for joy while simultaneously flushing his cigs down the toilet. So there you have it. All he told me is that his procedure, the original procedure to clean out his clogged ass arteries, is to go forth tomorrow. I am taking that as a good sign because in my humble opinion, I do not think they would continue the procdure if he was riddled with the big C. I mean, I get my medical knowledge from the likes of Grey's Anatomy, but I am always right, so there ya go.

    Yes, I switched over to the beta. Fucking shoot me now. I could not comment on almost anyone's blogs, so I had to create a new freakin' name. How damn annoying. So SFG is me too. Obviously. I suppose that may have gone without saying, huh? Yeah, way for me to insult y'all's intelligence.

    The game is fixin to start. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaw!

    Can someone explain to me why whenever I eat anything, it flies through my colon with the speed of a freight train? I don't feel bad. No pain in the gut. Although, last night in "Make Me Catholic" class, my stomach was making noises that were so loud that Mary climbed down from her perch near the altar and told me to shut it. The hubs joined me in class because I think he realized that in 3 short weeks, I knew more than him and you know, the men can't handle that shit. However, my gut was so damn noisy that I played it off that the noise came from the hubs. I mean, Father Asian would stop speaking for a sec and on cue, the gastrointestinal system went into overdrive LOUDLY. Yeah, good times.

    Steelers got the ball. You goin' down, Miami. Bunch of bitches.

    Work is going well. I was rocking the Casbah on my production but I found out that I was going too fast for my own good and needed to slow down to improve my accuracy. So I did. We will see how I am doing by next week. I'm sure y'all will be on the edge of your seats, right?

    My step-mom just called. My dad does have cancer, but as of now, they do not believe it has metastasized. He will have his procedure tomorrow. After that and he recovers from this big deal tomorrow, he will start treatment. So, it's bad, but it is not the worst case scenario. For that, I am thankful. If he smokes again, I'll fuckin stab him in the neck.

    Oh, and I need to do a quick book review. I think this is #43 or #44. Lipstick Jungle by Candace Bushnell. I know that I said that it was slow in the beginning, but immediately after picking it back up, I got sucked in. The three main characters are Victory Ford, a fashion designer; Wendy O'Healy, CEO of Parador Pictures; and Nico O'Neily, Editor in Chief of Bonfire Magazine. It bounced around between each of their 3 lives, but it was not tough to follow and I ended up really liking it. I have read all of her other books but I believe I like this one the most. So go buy it. Or email me and save your money. :) Crap, I still gotta send Football Widow's book. Fucking A, I am ridiculous. It's coming, chick, PROMISE.

    OK, I'm out to go watch and game and try not to think about the cells running rampant through my Dad. Keep him in your prayers, guys.

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    Wednesday, September 06, 2006

    MIA

    Sorry girls. It's been a bit hectic. Monday I was truly a slug and got some sun. I also got the news that my dad might have cancer. He was in the hospital to get his carotid arteries cleaned out.

    Yep, that's my pops. He does not just clog an artery with cholesterol and shit, he goes for the biggies. Way to overachieve, Dad.

    They postponed his surgery because he had, what they thought, was fluid on his lungs. Yeah, not so much. They did a biopsy and should have the results today. Now, I know the odds. My Dad smokes like a chimney and does not take care of himself. He has been lucky thus far in that my fam seems to have some sort of genetic mutation that allows us to abuse the living crap out of our bodies and pay very little for it. For instance, I subsisted on fast food for the better part of 30 years. Do you think I have high cholesterol? High blood pressure? High triglycerides? Nope, nope, and nope. Now, could my ass be smaller? Of course. Anyway, point being that this could be the nicotine gods coming back on his ass. If he has cancer, I just pray that it has not metastasized.

    Please go pray or chant or do a "no cancer on SFG's dad" dance or something, ok? That man means the world to me. He made me try hard and never let me slack off. That sounds like a hard ass, but I know his motivation was good. He is the voice in my head always making me go farther, faster, and better than anyone else. If that voice is gone, then I am not sure what I would do.

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    Monday, September 04, 2006

    Book #43 - Diary of a Fat Bride by Laurie Notaro

    Yes, I am still reading Lipstick Jungle by Candace Bushnell, but when I saw this Laurie Notaro book at Barnes I had to grab it. This girl makes me laugh like no other. I was sitting here one night reading it while the hubs tried to watch tv and cackled like a hen enough times to warrant a look from him since he could not hear the tv over my old lady like guffaws. This chick has like 4 books out and I have read 3 of them. She never fails to crack my shit right up in her descriptions of her life.

    Now I am back to Lipstick Jungle which is pretty good so far but I am only on page fifty something. Slow going right now. This last week has been a killer.

    Thursday I was supposed to have a meeting with Father Asian but he ended up cancelling on me and I gotta say I was not bummed. I hung out with the dog and watched Gilmore Girls. Friday night I, of course, went to the game. Saturday I had work again but the meeting from Thursday that got cancelled was scheduled for that morning before work. It was a good meeting. I think he just wants to get to know some of our backgrounds a little better since class does not really leave much time for one on one conversations. Then I worked. That night, the hubs and I went to Ruth's Chris with my friend Cher who is in town from Houston. Had a great time as always and the food was fabu. Got home super late and crashed. Up at the buttcrack to get the house in order and to make dessert because we had fam coming in for the day from Vicksburg. We fried a turkey and ate until all of our pants combusted at one time. They left pretty early so we all just sacked out in the late afternoon/early evening. The hubs was on duty so he had to get back to the station. I was in bed quite early (10ish) and asleep before I even saw any tv. Today we are truly being slugs. The hubs works this morning and then we will be enjoying 2 things today. Well, 3 really. The first is the pool. I plan to be on my floatie for the bulk of the afternoon. The second thing is one last food fest before we get our shit together and get back to eating better and exercising our expanding asses. We made a deal to just enjoy ourselves thru this weekend but that's it. So somehow before the end of the day, I shall consume fried chicken, pizza, and chocolate. Oh yeah, trust me, it'll happen. The third thing we shall enjoy is some long overdue booty. I mean, we are so pathetic. We will be like "OK, we totally have a date for tonight." Then one or the other of us will either sack out, not feel great (we both have fought colds for about a week) or whatever. It's sick people. So tonight it's on bitches. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaw!

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    Friday, September 01, 2006

    Where I will NOT be spending my remaining Friday nights

    You guessed it, the football games. I mistakenly thought I was done with this small town entertainment when the girl graduated, but the boy, in a move very odd for him, is playing football. I am happy for the hubs that he gets to see his son dressed out for the game. A sort of passing of the torch, if you will. And that's great. And I fully intended to attend the games with the hubs that he was able to attend considering his schedule.

    Um, that won't be the case. Why should I? The bugs are enormous. One the size of my head landed on this lady's leg behind me. That was too close for comfort right there. The girl gave me this pitiful ass wave when she sauntered past me after speaking to her dad and ignoring me. I said "hey" and called that a day. I have to look at/breathe the same air as/examine the camel toe of/boil with hatred for the ex-bitch while I am there. And if we get down to brass tacks, the boy could not give 2 shits if I am there or not. If we REALLY wanna get technical, he could care less if I cease breathing. So what exactly am I putting forth the effort for?

    Well, the answer to that was GOING TO BE for the hubs. But ya know what, sorry, but no. He did not do anything. I am not mad at him and this is not retaliation. I am just miserable when I am in their presence. Their disdain for me and my life downright drips. All I can do is try to live my life and be happy and enjoy my life with the hubs. His time with his kids (wherein they ignore him as well) is his time. He can choose to spend as much or as little time with them as he likes.

    But this bitch, THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE, nope, she will be far far away in a bugless, camel toe free environment. And that, bitches, is a fine evening right there.

    Elizabeth at 10:26 PM

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