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I may be a girl but dammit I can change a tire. VOILA!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
The Recap
Alright, so the trip to Missouri...
I was excited to see my family again. I really was. After almost a year and a half it was time to get back there before they disowned my ass. Of course at the same time I was dreading it. I feel so very distant from them most of the time. We all have very little in common and I'm just not like them anymore. I can't quite put my finger on it. I won't even try to psychoanalyze them as it's not only an insult to them but frankly, it boggles the mind how crazy one family can truly be. In the end though, they mean well.
There was little awkwardness when Thomas first met them. They accepted him almost immediately. He had one major plus going for him - he wasn't Mike. He could never be Mike. He will never be Mike. That automatically made them love him.
Then, my mother came over. Dun dun DUNNNNNNNN
That's her up there with her bird that she takes everywhere on her shoulder like she was a damn pirate or something.
My mother is first and foremost L-O-U-D. She is unapologetic, crude, and in some cases would rather you hate her than for her to be any different around you just so it won't offend your delicate sensibilities. You either love her, hate her, or want to throw her off a tall building just to get her to shut the fuck up for 5 minutes. And that woman has the hots for my boyfriend...let us just leave that one alone for now, shall we?
We all sat around and told jokes that made us laugh so hard that our stomachs hurt. We ate like Kings, thanks to my grandmother's cooking, and I took Thomas to the town I grew up in. I took him to one of my favorite restaurants and we ate chips and queso and drank huge beers and made fun of my sister and her friend who sat across from us.
I wasn't overly sure what I wanted to accomplish with this trip. Seeing my family and introducing them to Thomas was first and foremost of course but maybe it was to show them that after all that has happened this year that I am fine. I am more than fine. I am happy. For the first time in such a very very long time I am happy. With myself, with my life, with my relationship...I am happy. I know they were worried about me and wondered who exactly this new person in my life was but they see now and they understand. It will take some time for them to love him as much as I do, but it's coming and it feels good to know that they genuinely like him. I can say, without any doubt, that the trip was a success.
I started this post last Friday and I'm just now finishing it up. Being home sick from work has it's advantages ya know. Excuse me now for I have three puppies who are all curled up asleep on my bed and would love to have their mama join them for a nap.
I was excited to see my family again. I really was. After almost a year and a half it was time to get back there before they disowned my ass. Of course at the same time I was dreading it. I feel so very distant from them most of the time. We all have very little in common and I'm just not like them anymore. I can't quite put my finger on it. I won't even try to psychoanalyze them as it's not only an insult to them but frankly, it boggles the mind how crazy one family can truly be. In the end though, they mean well.
There was little awkwardness when Thomas first met them. They accepted him almost immediately. He had one major plus going for him - he wasn't Mike. He could never be Mike. He will never be Mike. That automatically made them love him.
Then, my mother came over. Dun dun DUNNNNNNNN
That's her up there with her bird that she takes everywhere on her shoulder like she was a damn pirate or something.
My mother is first and foremost L-O-U-D. She is unapologetic, crude, and in some cases would rather you hate her than for her to be any different around you just so it won't offend your delicate sensibilities. You either love her, hate her, or want to throw her off a tall building just to get her to shut the fuck up for 5 minutes. And that woman has the hots for my boyfriend...let us just leave that one alone for now, shall we?
We all sat around and told jokes that made us laugh so hard that our stomachs hurt. We ate like Kings, thanks to my grandmother's cooking, and I took Thomas to the town I grew up in. I took him to one of my favorite restaurants and we ate chips and queso and drank huge beers and made fun of my sister and her friend who sat across from us.
I wasn't overly sure what I wanted to accomplish with this trip. Seeing my family and introducing them to Thomas was first and foremost of course but maybe it was to show them that after all that has happened this year that I am fine. I am more than fine. I am happy. For the first time in such a very very long time I am happy. With myself, with my life, with my relationship...I am happy. I know they were worried about me and wondered who exactly this new person in my life was but they see now and they understand. It will take some time for them to love him as much as I do, but it's coming and it feels good to know that they genuinely like him. I can say, without any doubt, that the trip was a success.
I started this post last Friday and I'm just now finishing it up. Being home sick from work has it's advantages ya know. Excuse me now for I have three puppies who are all curled up asleep on my bed and would love to have their mama join them for a nap.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Zzzzzzzz...
Due to exhaustion I will have to do the "New Boyfriend Meets The Family - Holy Shit Someone Hold Me" edition of Weekend Round-Up later. Because Thomas and I don't really like holding onto our money very much we made a little stop last night on the way home...
We told ourselves on the way that we'd only stay for 30 minutes and not hit the ATM once, because $5.00 ATM fees are a bunch of bullshit. And we still had to get home, unpack, walk the dogs, and get to bed in order to be up for work in the morning...
Hour and a half and a $5.00 ATM fee later we left.
Let us never speak of how much I suck at Let It Ride and how much money we lost combined.
More when I can keep my eyes open and when I have fully processed what actually occurred this weekend.
We told ourselves on the way that we'd only stay for 30 minutes and not hit the ATM once, because $5.00 ATM fees are a bunch of bullshit. And we still had to get home, unpack, walk the dogs, and get to bed in order to be up for work in the morning...
Hour and a half and a $5.00 ATM fee later we left.
Let us never speak of how much I suck at Let It Ride and how much money we lost combined.
More when I can keep my eyes open and when I have fully processed what actually occurred this weekend.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Goin' To Kansas City, Kansas City Here I Come
I haven't been back "home" since May of last year. That last trip was a doozy and one that I hope will never ever repeat itself. It was a beating both physically and emotionally. Realizing, once again, how screwed up my family was (is) took it's toll on me. I told myself that I wouldn't return again until things were settled, normal. Or as normal as possible for my kin.
It's time to go again. I've put it off long enough. This trip has a different purpose though. A better one. A brighter one. I'm not going home to fix the mistakes of others or to clean up a mess. I am going home to celebrate.
It's time to go again. I've put it off long enough. This trip has a different purpose though. A better one. A brighter one. I'm not going home to fix the mistakes of others or to clean up a mess. I am going home to celebrate.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
For The Last Time
We met at Starbucks. Both ordered our usuals and sat down to have a smoke before going our separate ways. I handed him the final paperwork, the last thing I needed to sign and notarize. He thanked me again for going about it this way, instead of involving a lawyer.
We chatted about our jobs and what's been going on in our lives. He asked about Delighla and my friends. I asked about his parents and his brother. It was small talk. The last of the small talk. We both knew that we would probably never see each other like this again.
When it was time to go we shook hands like old business partners. He told me to take care of myself and I told him the same. We turned around and left in opposite directions.
I walked to the car with the sun beating down, a cup of Starbucks in my hand, and a smile on my face. Freedom from my past is getting close now, so very close.
November 28th is the day.
We chatted about our jobs and what's been going on in our lives. He asked about Delighla and my friends. I asked about his parents and his brother. It was small talk. The last of the small talk. We both knew that we would probably never see each other like this again.
When it was time to go we shook hands like old business partners. He told me to take care of myself and I told him the same. We turned around and left in opposite directions.
I walked to the car with the sun beating down, a cup of Starbucks in my hand, and a smile on my face. Freedom from my past is getting close now, so very close.
November 28th is the day.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Guns And Beer
You may be thinking to yourself that guns and beer is just a bad mixture. It usually leads to someone getting a toe shot off and is bound to end up like a good episode of 'Cops', but that didn't happen to me. Only because I'm not completely white trash and because the guns and the beer were done on separate days.
Ah, Oktoberfest. And you're only seeing a small part of it! Thank God for the Germans.
I think this picture speaks for itself.
The mid-way. I heart carnies!
Inside the huge ass food tent. Live polka music, a turkey leg, a beer, and air conditioning. I was a happy girl.
See that beer right there? I had four of those that day. Ouchie.
While walking through the mid-way (pretty well toasted at this point) I eyed this banana and immediately said, "PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!"* Thomas vowed to return to the booth and win his woman that damned banana. As you can see, he succeeded. My hero.
Because Thomas and I are such fans of overpaying for beer and food and being in the hot Texas sun for hours at a time we thought it would be a great idea to attend another Oktoberfest. Unfortunately this one was much smaller and the beer wasn't near as awesome in it's German-kick-ass-ness.
Smaller cups, pretty much the same price, and it wasn't Paulaner. Big strike against this particular Oktoberfest. However, you drink enough of those little ones and you really don't give a shit anymore.
Old men in short pants and suspenders. How cute.
This is what happens when I'm exposed to heat and too much beer. You put a fuzzy cat toy in front of my face and I bat at it.
This festival was held in a newly re-built downtown square of my town. Mom & Pop candy stores, boutiques, drug stores, courthouse, and awesome little restaurants. Sometimes living in an older smallish town has it's advantages.
This is one of my main bitches, Kimberly. I heart her, even when she's a whore.
Okay! Enough polka dancing and beer drinking...on with the guns!
OMG LOOK! It's me with my pink gun and matching ear muff thingies! SQUEEEEEE!
Someone isn't used to a cute girly-type gun.
Yea, that's more like it.
Srsly, I'm so ready to be a Charlie's Angel.
See? Look! My aim is pretty good too! Well, kinda.
Now that's a fine lookin' family portrait right there.
And that's a fine lookin' couple too.
For more photos follow the linkage...
Oktoberfest(s) 2008
*If you aren't aware of the awesomeness that is PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME then go ahead and smack yourself upside your head and then watch this...
I dare you to keep yourself from humming this for the rest of your day. I don't think it's possible.
Ah, Oktoberfest. And you're only seeing a small part of it! Thank God for the Germans.
I think this picture speaks for itself.
The mid-way. I heart carnies!
Inside the huge ass food tent. Live polka music, a turkey leg, a beer, and air conditioning. I was a happy girl.
See that beer right there? I had four of those that day. Ouchie.
While walking through the mid-way (pretty well toasted at this point) I eyed this banana and immediately said, "PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!"* Thomas vowed to return to the booth and win his woman that damned banana. As you can see, he succeeded. My hero.
Because Thomas and I are such fans of overpaying for beer and food and being in the hot Texas sun for hours at a time we thought it would be a great idea to attend another Oktoberfest. Unfortunately this one was much smaller and the beer wasn't near as awesome in it's German-kick-ass-ness.
Smaller cups, pretty much the same price, and it wasn't Paulaner. Big strike against this particular Oktoberfest. However, you drink enough of those little ones and you really don't give a shit anymore.
Old men in short pants and suspenders. How cute.
This is what happens when I'm exposed to heat and too much beer. You put a fuzzy cat toy in front of my face and I bat at it.
This festival was held in a newly re-built downtown square of my town. Mom & Pop candy stores, boutiques, drug stores, courthouse, and awesome little restaurants. Sometimes living in an older smallish town has it's advantages.
This is one of my main bitches, Kimberly. I heart her, even when she's a whore.
Okay! Enough polka dancing and beer drinking...on with the guns!
OMG LOOK! It's me with my pink gun and matching ear muff thingies! SQUEEEEEE!
Someone isn't used to a cute girly-type gun.
Yea, that's more like it.
Srsly, I'm so ready to be a Charlie's Angel.
See? Look! My aim is pretty good too! Well, kinda.
Now that's a fine lookin' family portrait right there.
And that's a fine lookin' couple too.
For more photos follow the linkage...
Oktoberfest(s) 2008
*If you aren't aware of the awesomeness that is PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME then go ahead and smack yourself upside your head and then watch this...
I dare you to keep yourself from humming this for the rest of your day. I don't think it's possible.
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