Street Money Update! Before I forget!

July 31, 2009 at 8:46 pm (Street Money) (, , , , , , , , )

See post below. We went to a lot of places today. Found 6¢. Not terrible for the ground. Year total here.

To bed.

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Last post of the night…

July 31, 2009 at 8:39 pm (Celebrity, Day to Day, Exercise, Home Improvement, Pictures, Windows) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Hold on, let me get a drink for this….

Ok. If you read this in any kind of dailyway, I pretty much list off my activities for the day. So, even though I had good intentions when I woke up this morning (early , so that I could watch the WGN Morning News—I even texted what kind of underwear Pat Tomasulo should wear to co-host his first Regis & Kelly Show on Tuesday—sad), basically I did nothing. The road to Hell…

Drank coffee. Bitched and moaned when I had to take the car to the brake shop, which we desperately needed. Grumped about having to go buy windows and stain and rocks for the house to make it look nicer. Hated the lunch I ate, even though I picked the place. Was bored at the Pet Store getting feeders for the cannibal Oscars (which are getting big–I’m going to do a before and after post when I sober up in the morning because I’ll never find the old pictures in this condition). Sat inside and played BeJeweled on the computer and Facebook while the BF cleaned off the roof, gutters and patio in the blazing midday sun. Perked up a little when we had to go get the car, brand new brakes—so nice!–only because I knew we had to go right past a liquor store! Yay! Happily walked around said liquor store picking up various drink items for tonight and tomorrow. Drove car home thinking about making delicious martini’s and laying across the couch like a lump. Sitting here, right now, drinking second martini and typing about the things that I won’t be finishing up tonight. Like…

The laundry.

The kids room. So close too! Got it painted and ready to re-build. Got proof too! See pics below! I was going to save them for the big before and after unveiling, but who am I kidding?? I might not even finish that room now until Sunday or Monday. HA. All I have to do is hang curtains and move the furniture back. Oh Cursed Vodka!!

Another thing I didn’t do was run. And I feel bad about that. It’s been 2 days; three when I wake up tomorrow. (I did paint for those two days—today was just pure lazy) It’s going to suck running around out there for 4 miles, maybe more, as punishment, with a hangover and reeking of booze sweat but I can’t get behind. I have a five mile race in one month and you saw those butt pictures. Eee-yew…did any one else just feel a chill?? Goosebumps. Or giant lumps (of fat in my pants—yuck). I’m not even telling you where those pictures are or linking it. Find it yourself.

What I am going to do though, is finish this up, post those pictures (the walls and windows really did turn out nice–good work SoberLisa!) and make some moves on my BF. (Too much information???)

Like Chrissie Hynde of The Pretenders, once said (and she totally rocks):

“One drink makes me want to go to bed.

Two drinks makes me want to go to YOUR bed.”

Goodnight, Chicagago!

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Buggy Bug Bugs

July 31, 2009 at 7:31 pm (Big Bugs, Pictures) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Of the day! I’m fading fast here….my brain is being vodclouded as I type. 1000 words and all that…(fyi, that lady and her booty is not me or my sister. She was just another mom getting in the way of my picture, in case you were wondering)

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Benches from outer space…

July 31, 2009 at 7:12 pm (Big Benches, Cartoons, Pictures, TV Shows) (, , , , , , , )

Why does this seem more difficult tonight (see previous post)??

Another bench. From… the future! (And outer space, I think)

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What's funny, is that they don't know what this is. When I started to sing the theme song they thought I was making it up.

What's funny, is that they don't know what this is. When I started to sing the theme song they thought I was making it up.

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What do these things have in common? Me, Vodka, and Olives.

July 31, 2009 at 6:59 pm (Day to Day, Drunk Posts, Pictures) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

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This drunken post should be all the answer you need.

It’s Friday. My children are safe, away, with their daddy. Mother Nature has left the building. And I’m as smooth as George Clooney in a roomful of cocktail waitresses at a Vegas Casino. (That’s for Michael K. He’s not a reader, but he’d appreciate the effort)

It’s 6:30 PM Chicago Time and I’m going to hit publish and make Number 2. Wait a minute.

Let me re-type. I’m leaving it though because it’s funny. At least it is when you drink a giant cup of vodka.

Re-phrase: I’m posting, hitting Publish, and making my second Dirty Martini, minus the dirty, the olives and the glass.

And……

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Day Quote

July 31, 2009 at 6:34 pm (Day Quote) (, , , , , , , , )

But years hath done this wrong,

To make me write too much, and live too long.

—Samuel Daniel

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Cool Word of the Day!

July 31, 2009 at 5:00 pm (Cool Words) (, , , , , , , , )

Dialect (noun)

Definition: A regional form of a language; geographically distinguished speech by a variety of patterns, grammar, and phonology.

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July 30, 2009 at 11:30 pm (Flowers, Pictures) (, )

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Flower Update. In front of the house.

July 30, 2009 at 11:28 pm (Flowers, Pictures) (, , , , , , , , , , )

It’s finally starting to look the way I like it. Kind of wild and a little weedy. I’m sure that’s some kind of glimpse into my soul or my inner psyche.

With the rain/sunshine/heat/ combo’s we have going here all week, the sprouts are blooming. Here’s from tonight, before the rain came again.

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Blatant second attempt at generating more traffic tonight. Trying to get Super 3000! And a disturbing dream I had days ago…

July 30, 2009 at 11:04 pm (Day to Day, Unusual) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Read This. My first shameless self-promotion post.

I’ve made it so easy! Time is ticking. I’m feeling a little sickling…Really. I don’t know what it was, or is, but I feel kind of yucky all of the sudden.

Anderson Cooper, on Regis & Kelly today (he filled in) said that no one wants to hear other people’s dreams. Ever. Even close friends and family, he said, “It’s like, no, no, don’t tell me…ugh…too late…bored.”

Kelly disagreed. Some dreams can be interesting, she said.

Well pick a side, because here is one of mine.

I had it 3 or 4 nights ago, but I can’t forget it. It basically starts….fuzzy stuff…and I’m in a garage. At a party. There is a lot of drinking going on. Not by me, but by these three tall guys standing by the open garage door. When suddenly, one of the drinking guys somehow manages to trip the switch that makes the garage door start to close. But he doesn’t move out of the way. He just stands under it watching it come down on top of him. We, on the inside are yelling for him to move, but he’s not. It finally closes right on top of him, and it’s really wide, with some kind of hollow spot, because he’s kind of inside the door itself. But now he’s on the outside so I can’t see him. After a minute, the door raises and there he is, laying on the ground with a huge gash, shaped like a big teardrop on the side of his head near his eye. I rush over to him to help, and one of his friends is pulling it open and closing it with his fingers, saying, “Look at this, look at this!” I said, “Stop doing that!” And I kneel over him, trying to keep him still and he grips my back really tight like he’s trying to hug me, and his eyes are droopy and fading out. I say, “Don’t worry, the paramedics are coming. They’ll get you out of here. Don’t worry.” But he just keeps gripping me, quietly fading out. Then the ambulance arrives and the paramedic says to me, “Man, I love it when you med students are first on the scene, you always clean up everything so nice.” I just glanced over a little and mumbled as they pulled him away from me. They got him in the ambulance and started to drive when I suddenly realized what the paramedic said to me. I turned toward the ambulance and said out loud, “There was no blood! He was drinking and there was no blood.” As if this was very significant. But they were gone and I woke up.

Those words have been going through my head for the last three or four days now. He was drinking and there was no blood. It feels like it means something, but I can’t make the connection.

It’s been a long time since I had a dream that stayed with me this long and so clearly. It’s weird. But does it mean anything? I don’t know.

So what’s the consensus? Dream Talk: good or bad? Any ideas? He was drinking. And there was NO blood.

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