Monday, June 25, 2007

29 Questions About: 1994

I totally stole this from Christel. Who stole it from Lola who stole it from Ann. Because I'm bored and had a bad weekend, but it's too emotionally draining to think, much less write about. So here's some light and fluffy...

Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be.

1. Who was your best friend? Tistel
2. What sports did you play? Ummm... '94? Is sex a sport?
3. What kind of car did you drive? I didn't
4. Where were you on Friday nights? WalMart or Quebe's or the Park
5. Were you a party animal? uhhhh... we partied. not so sure about the "animal" part. ditto
6. Were you considered a flirt? No. I was considered the dumbass who always had a stupid boyfriend. Or mooning over someone I wanted to be my boyfriend
7. Ever skip school? yep.
8. Were you a nerd? still am- though kinda in a sexy way now... ;-)
10. Did you get suspended/expelled? no...
11. Can you sing the fight song? Yep
12. Who was your favorite teacher? Mrs. E or Mrs. Reagan
13. Favorite class? Newspaper or Theatre
14. What was your school's full name? Georgetown High School
15. School mascot? eagles
16. Did you go to Prom? 3 of em
17. If you could go back to high school and do it over, would you? Not just no, hell no.
18. What do you remember most about graduation? Being sad I had nobody to hug on the field because none of my friends were there with me.
19. Favorite memory of your Senior Year? I don't have a 'one'. It was an accumulative effort resulting in my lifetime group of friends.
20. Were you ever posted up on the senior wall? the wha? I am unfamiliar.
21. Did you have a job your senior year? yep. Wal-Mart Girl.
22. Where did you go most often for lunch? the Park, DUR. Home of the Infamous Wall of Food courtesy of Daniel Lee Hoglan. Amen, sister! Though I must add, we went to Sonic or Taco Bueno a lot.
23. Have you gained weight since then? yep. But 10 pounds per kid isn't sooo bad. Oh, wait...
24. What did you do after graduation? Worked my ass off, had a baby, got married.
25. When did you graduate?1994
26. Where are most of your classmates? we are all still in town
27. Are you going to your ten year reunion? Went against my better judgement. Won't be making an appearance at the 20th.
28. Who was your home room teacher? homeroom teacher? what's that?
29. Who will repost this after you? Any random stranger who happens upon this and is bored too.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

A Little NASCAR Gloating...

"Hey Jeff, let's go kick some ass and take some names, Boss!"


That's right, bitches. WE OWN HIS ASS! WOOOOOO!!!

It's a banner day in NASCAR and we Jeff Gordon fans are giddy and beside ourselves with glee. You see, it hasn't been us booing your driver. No, no. We haven't thrown beer cans when your golden boy Earnhardt Jr. has won. A, because we have more class and B, because, oh yeah, he hasn't won in over a year, but I digress...

So while I've never jumped on the Jr. bandwagon, I can say I've never hated him. He's been a fun, amusing dude who looks like someone you'd totally want to have a beer with. -As long as he didn't talk about his Daddy- who I couldn't stand, but have respect for what he did for the sport... The only reason Jr. fans hated Jeff was because they were jealous- we never had anything to be jealous of. And now, (write it down!) June 13, 2007, Dale Earnhardt Jr. comes to join Hendrick Motorsports. "Why would he do that?" you may be asking yourselves.


Because he knows that's where he's got to go to win.


Duh. And so now, when he does win, when/if he goes on to win a championship, he will have Hendrick beside him. He will never have to beat us- he's joined us.

And what's even more fabulous? Jeff Gordon is all but 50/50 partners with Hendrick in all endeavors and most assuredly will be so when he retires. A+B= Jr. will soon be driving FOR, not with Mr. Jeffery Michael Gordon. Soon he'll call him Boss... Omg, I love this game...

I'm sorry. I know. It must hurt. I swear I will only rub this in for today. I will only do my evil chuckle a few more times today and then back to business. I will only dream about Jr. thanking Jeff and Mr. Hendrick for the opportunity a little longer, I will only giggle a little at the idea of now learning to root for Jr. because I will be able to see what he can do in quality equipment surrounded by the most talented teams in NASCAR...

But I will laugh loudly AND point at you dumbshits with the number 8 tattoos if he becomes the #5!!!

People will ask what this does to NASCAR, and I say "Who gives a crap?" It's the same as any other driver swap. Jr. fans will still be pissy if he loses, Gordon fans will still want Jeff to go after those 3 more trophies. Any other team had the same opportunity to court Jr. but he chose Hendrick for a reason. This is his last chance to prove he's not the O word he hears so often- Overratred. If he can't win here, he can't win. And all the hype that has surrounded him since he got to the Cup level is just that. A bunch of hoop-la about a so-so driver with a big-ass last name. I hope he does well.... I can now.

Welcome to the Hendrick Family, Jr. We are happy to have you onboard. Now get your driving boots on, it's time to go win some races....

Friday, June 8, 2007

A Word on Alcohol...

So one of my very best friends is getting married- and so of course that means meeting new people and her new family. Amazing the kinds of people you discover you've never met before. People from other states or countries, people from all walks of life, people of different religions, people who don't drink....

Whoa-waitwaitwait, wha?

Yeah. For real. And I don't mean a 90 year old Bible thumper either. I have met a gorgeous young woman who doesn't drink at all. And that is the craziest talk I have ever heard.

That's like saying, "Sex? No thank you- I don't have sex."

"Air? Oh no, really. I'm fine, but thank you."

Seriously? I assure you I am not an alcoholic by any means- I can even find people who will vouch for me. But the thought of never drinking EVER... That would drive me into a mental institution. I get that everyone has their thing. Some dumbasses have to smoke pot to relax, some people must smoke cigarettes. But never a glass of wine (or seven) at a party? Not a lemon drop martini on a hot summer night? Not a Jager bomb after a few glasses of whiskey?

Drinks are like lovers... You get to choose which you are in the mood for on any given night. You think about them, crave them, then lovingly wrap your hands around them and slowly take that first taste... You can take them slowly, savoring each sip- making it last longer, or you can take it quickly, barely taking the time to enjoy the flavor, but getting satisfaction immediately.

If you don't want to be with the same drink all night, try another one- or another. No one is counting. Maybe you skip from wine to visit liquor. Maybe you are true blue and go with bottle after bottle of the same beer. Maybe you cheat a little on your beer with a shot or two... Naughty...

I cannot imagine not having this love affair with alcohol every now and again. What is it like to just choose to never have her in your life- especially when you've never experimented with her? Never to know the warm feeling of happiness slowly wash over you until you can feel your worries and stresses just slide right off your shoulders?

Okay, yes, you'd miss out on those rough nights where all those ladies meeting in the nightclub of your tummy start fighting it out and someone gets thrown out (er..up) but how often does that happen after your 25th birthday, really? Maybe it's the fear of loosing your inhibitions and doing or saying something stupid. That happens to me... A LOT. But usually it's funny stories like that that weave together the tapestry of my friendship with a lot of people.

I just don't get it. Do you, my sweet little Jameson bottle? No, I didn't think so....