Write That Down

I'm going to preface* this entire story by saying that there were very few pictures taken during the latest SWMH Club meeting. We were busy. Very busy. What with all the drinking and laughing and the talking, but it's not the pictures that matter, it's the memories. Even if those memories aren't of club hopping or singing bad karaoke. Memories are made by making numerous trips to the convenience store and one very important trip to Walmart. Memories are made sitting on the back porch and telling stories that make us all laugh until we cry. Photos aren't the most important things, friendship is.

Isn't that THE best excuse for not taking a shitload of photos ever??

As I sat in the airport waiting to leave a guy sat down across from me and then proceeded to make my eyes bleed.



Those are BLACK ankle socks. With brown slip on shoes. BLACK. WITH BROWN. And khaki SHORTS with a green shirt! As you can see, he's not wearing a wedding band because no woman would marry someone who dresses like that and even if she did she would NEVER have let him leave the house like that.

When I arrived in Phoenix I was greeted by an already crying Princess (you owe me $5 Thomas) and we did the whole run to each other and hug each other thing and I didn't even care if people thought we were lesbians.

Since we weren't heading to Tucson until much later in the day we headed to a local restaurant and proceeded to sip on this:



Yes, my friends, that is a bacon bloody mary and it was divine.

Soon we were in Tucson and we were all together! Finally! And we even had a new member joining us this time around. The time seems to fly when we're all together. It's almost as if the universe knows that we don't get to see each other very often and plays a cruel joke on us by speeding up time.

Before I knew it it was time to leave. Time to say goodbye to my wonderful friends and head back home. Tears were shed and I was heart broken. Eight months of not seeing each other is too long and God knows when I'll see them again.

To Slick, Spike, and Snoop - Thank you for such a fantastic weekend. Thank you for making me laugh until my face hurt. Thank you for my gifts and thank you for your friendship. I love you guys.





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Run Down

I was kinda hoping that the next time I wrote I would be doing it from the comfort of my corner office overlooking a golf course all while raking in huge amounts of money just because I am me, but alas, that is not the case. I'm sitting here from the not-so-comfortable office chair that has held my ass for last 7 years. Nothing has changed. I've applied everywhere, but no success. Just like with the weight loss I am not going to fret about it. I'll continue to make what I make now and make the absolute best out of it. I also pray each day for the strength to hold off the choking of my co-workers and/or clients.

This Thursday I will fly to Arizona for yet another fabulous SWMH Club meeting with my girls Elle and Princess. I haven't laid eyes on them since the wedding in September and I am giddy with excitement. Oh ladies, I have missed you so. I can't wait to get hammered with you.

You SO know there will be pictures. Lots and lots of pictures. Also, maybe some drunk posting.

Speaking of pictures...I have some. Let me show you them.


Thomas and I have recently embarked on a journey to find the perfect cheeseburger. Thankfully there are a shit ton of restaurants in the DFW area and most of them don't suck! We also enjoy taking photos of our food and posting them on FB to make our friends and family green with envy.







We don't just limit ourselves to hamburgers and fries. While man really can exist on those two alone (and beer, let's never forget beer) we also eat seafood and cheese fries. Really good cheese fries with bacon. LOTS of bacon.


In other news, my dogs are adorable.

Lordy

I know, I know, I should've done the SWMH Club update by now but I haven't. Hell, I was GOING to blog from Arizona but you know, shit got in the way. Like DRINKING, and HAVING FUN, and being LAZY. Seriously, we didn't go anywhere last weekend. Oh, wait, scratch that. We went to Walmart where I saw Elle start to lose her ever loving shit because everything in that store was switched around and under construction and SUN SCREEN WAS BY THE DOG FOOD ZOMFG. I can't blame her though, all homegirl wanted was some damn rotisserie style chicken and they were out. OUT OF CHICKEN. All I wanted was something in my belly to help with the alcohol I had started drinking at 8 that morning.

This weekend was so good for my soul. There is nothing better than sitting around on Elle's back porch and laughing til your side hurts. I hadn't seen these women in almost a year and when we were all sitting around it was like I was just there the weekend before. A lot has changed for all three of us in the last year but in the end we are still the same. Funny, loud, drinking, smoking, cussing, kick ass women.

Thank you Princess and Elle for a memorable and wonderful weekend. Thank you for my gifts and thank you for being amazing friends. Friends that are always on your side but will call you on your shit if need be. I am one lucky bitch to know you both.

SWMH Club - Cinco de Drinko - May 2009 in pictures

Mojangle OUT

In less than TWO hours I will be well on my way to see my gurls in the big A-Z. I'm wearing jeans and GOD I hope that wasn't a bad decision. Cause ya know, it's fucking hot there. And don't give me that bullshit about it being a "dry heat". When it's hot it's HOT and at 110 degree at 8 in the morning it don't matter if it's wet, damp, humid, or dry. Hot is HOT. My only defense is that I look damn cute in jeans.

While Thomas may be over the moon about FINALLY getting some damn piece and quiet around here and having the entire bed to himself so that he may SPRAWL I will for sure miss him and the puppehs. However, a girl's weekend (especially with these girls) are muchly needed for the soul and I cannot wait to revel in the laughter and just fucking enjoy the time (what little of it there is) to be with these women.

Stay tuned for pictures and drunken blog posts and lists of these we say that are funny as HELL to us but may not make any damn sense to anyone who isn't hammered or wasn't there. Or both.

Let the SWMH Club - Cinco de Drinko commence!!

A Post Where I Talk About Getting Nothing Done

I can barely contain myself today. We're going on 26 hours til SWMH Club - Cinco de Drinko commences and I am STOKED. 26! Hours! To! Go! SQUEE!

So many things have killed my productivity this week. Our office is being removed of it's hideous 16 year-old wallpaper, then textured, then painted. There are several strange men wandering through the office who don't speak a lick of English but they do know how to drop nose hair burning ass bombs in our bathroom and listen to Tejano music REALLY LOUD.

Then there's this new game I've been playing on my iPhone (Did I not tell you about my new iPhone? Oh, my bad. CAUSE I GOT A NEW IPHONE AND IT IS EVERYTHING I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE AND MORE. It's like kittens and raindows and lepracorns and chocolate and nerdy bliss all wrapped in one beautiful touch screen case. Lovelovelove to Thomas for hooking his woman UP.) and the game is just ADDICTING and I can't STOP playing it. So I'm trying to pretend I'm getting something ANYTHING done at work and I'm playing games on the phone (in case you may have forgotten it's an iPhone. Which is awesome.) and emailing Elle and Princess with nothing but "SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" , it's been an exhausting day. SQUEEing takes a lot out of a girl.

26 hours to go.26 hours to go.26 hours to go.

Two Days

TWO! DAYS! Twotwotwotwotwo daysdaysdaysdaysdays.

I'm so excited I might just wet my pants.

48 hours from now I'll be about to board my plane, headed towards my gurls. Land of sun, fun, and drunk bitches. 72 hours from now? God knows what I'll be doing but I have a feeling whatever it is my liver will be screaming, "MAKE IT STOP. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD ENOUGH ALCOHOL ALREADY".

Two days, bitches.


P.S. Princess and Elle: I apologize in advance for the cards I'm giving you. Hallmark can eat a fucking dick.

Phoenix, Tucson, And My Liver Are Now On Notice

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Cinco De Drinko Aught Nine, mofos. Oh yes, it's on.