Woo hoo! Getting the hell out of dodge! And it couldn't have come at a better time. The husband is sick, and acting like my second baby. The only thing that's stopping be from having a raging bitch fest at him for thinking he can't do anything "because he's siiiiick" is the fact that I am outta here in two weeks, and that will shirley be payback enough.
I did have to remind him that I've been walking around here with pneumonia for the past 45 days, so he could suck it up and do some dishes or change a diaper.
So if any of you peeps are in the Dallas area, maybe we should plan to hang out? So far, my plan is: Sip n strips with my friend Kai and his boyfriend, a Britney Spears party where I have to dress up like someone in her life, and eating at as many good restaurants as possible. Oh, and shopping!
Showing posts with label Vacations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vacations. Show all posts
Monday, March 16, 2009
Thursday, January 04, 2007
My Vacation
My vacation to ABQ went quite well. DJ and I did very little, and it was fabulous! I love it when he's lazy. I wish he were like that more often.
I'm not going to bore you with details, but wanna hear a gross sister's boyfriend story? Of course you do!
Let's cut right to the chase. Turns out, he likes to pick his boogers. All the time. In front of crowds. While talking to you, sitting in a living room full of family... Then roll them around in his fingers for a while before either they disintegrate, or he wipes them somewhere. I don't know which. DJ had his own personal experience with it while he was talking to the guy. He just reached up there and dug for gold in the middle of the convo. And according to D, he really went to town. All the while, still talking. No apologies for the dig. Then the next day, we were all gathered in the living room watching football, he was in the front of the room, in front of the TV, (So in eye shot of everyone) just digging away, and then rolling it around. It was making me sick. I turned to D and told him not to shake his hand when they leave tonight. ha! The worst part was, once I noticed it, I was fixated on watching how many times he did it. He'd pick his nose, roll it around for a while, then pick his ear then go back to the nose. It was DISGUSTING! I don't ever remember him doing that when he and I were friends. It must be a new habit that my sister brought on. Maybe he does it so she will stay away from her. ha ha ha ha!
I'm not going to bore you with details, but wanna hear a gross sister's boyfriend story? Of course you do!
Let's cut right to the chase. Turns out, he likes to pick his boogers. All the time. In front of crowds. While talking to you, sitting in a living room full of family... Then roll them around in his fingers for a while before either they disintegrate, or he wipes them somewhere. I don't know which. DJ had his own personal experience with it while he was talking to the guy. He just reached up there and dug for gold in the middle of the convo. And according to D, he really went to town. All the while, still talking. No apologies for the dig. Then the next day, we were all gathered in the living room watching football, he was in the front of the room, in front of the TV, (So in eye shot of everyone) just digging away, and then rolling it around. It was making me sick. I turned to D and told him not to shake his hand when they leave tonight. ha! The worst part was, once I noticed it, I was fixated on watching how many times he did it. He'd pick his nose, roll it around for a while, then pick his ear then go back to the nose. It was DISGUSTING! I don't ever remember him doing that when he and I were friends. It must be a new habit that my sister brought on. Maybe he does it so she will stay away from her. ha ha ha ha!
Friday, December 29, 2006
Holiday's Must Hate Me
At least for this year.
As you are aware I had a little incident with my thumb on Thanksgiving Day. It's pretty much healed by now too. There's a little teenie scab, and it still hurts a little when I do stuff with it, but for the most part, I'd say it's healed.
This Christmas we went to my parent's house. For those of you who don't know, my dad's dog is now deaf and blind. Poor old puppy... He usually follows my dad to bed every night. Well, since he can't see or hear, he was left in the living room with me Christmas night. I didn't want him to wake up and be all alone in the living room, so I picked him up and carried him to my dad's side of their bedroom. I bent down to put him on the floor when WACK! I slammed my forhead into my dad's old 1950's dresser. With pointy corners and edges! Ouch! I finished putting old Hellen Keller down, and put my hand to my head. No surprise to me, I was gushing blood. Dang!
So I go to the bathroom to see this deep gouge in the shape of the dresser corner in my forhead. (Is my brain falling out the hole yet?) I probably needed stitches, but I just stood there and blotted/applied pressure until I stopped bleeding. By now I'm a pro at this you know. My mom heard me telling DJ what I did, so she jumped out of bed to doctor me up. She fashioned the bandade so it'd pull my skin together, and luckily, in the morning my head wound looked much better, and I think it will heal nicely! I wore a bandade on my forhead for a couple days. It looked pretty stupid because I was right above my brow.
My friend Blac asked me what was going to happen to me on New Years. OMG! I better stay home, and do nothing, inside a steal bubble! Ha!
Oh, did I also mention that I also caught a cold from my mom and sister? Oh, yeah. It's terrible. I have been coughing and sneezing since Tuesday!
As you are aware I had a little incident with my thumb on Thanksgiving Day. It's pretty much healed by now too. There's a little teenie scab, and it still hurts a little when I do stuff with it, but for the most part, I'd say it's healed.
This Christmas we went to my parent's house. For those of you who don't know, my dad's dog is now deaf and blind. Poor old puppy... He usually follows my dad to bed every night. Well, since he can't see or hear, he was left in the living room with me Christmas night. I didn't want him to wake up and be all alone in the living room, so I picked him up and carried him to my dad's side of their bedroom. I bent down to put him on the floor when WACK! I slammed my forhead into my dad's old 1950's dresser. With pointy corners and edges! Ouch! I finished putting old Hellen Keller down, and put my hand to my head. No surprise to me, I was gushing blood. Dang!
So I go to the bathroom to see this deep gouge in the shape of the dresser corner in my forhead. (Is my brain falling out the hole yet?) I probably needed stitches, but I just stood there and blotted/applied pressure until I stopped bleeding. By now I'm a pro at this you know. My mom heard me telling DJ what I did, so she jumped out of bed to doctor me up. She fashioned the bandade so it'd pull my skin together, and luckily, in the morning my head wound looked much better, and I think it will heal nicely! I wore a bandade on my forhead for a couple days. It looked pretty stupid because I was right above my brow.
My friend Blac asked me what was going to happen to me on New Years. OMG! I better stay home, and do nothing, inside a steal bubble! Ha!
Oh, did I also mention that I also caught a cold from my mom and sister? Oh, yeah. It's terrible. I have been coughing and sneezing since Tuesday!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Jax' Day at the Office
I brought Jax into the office today. Everyone has been wanting to see her, so I brought her in after lunch. At first, she was a little freaked because everyone was oooing and aweing. Then she chilled out, and we had fun.
Tomorrow, DJ and I fly out to the big ABQ. I couldn't get my SIL to watch Jax, but my coworker said he'd check in on her. I'm pretty thankful because I didn't know what I was gonna do otherwise. I wish I didn't have to leave her for so long. It's like leaving my baby. :o(
Don't know if I'll be making any posts while I'm gone. Guess you'll just have to check in and see.
Have a Merry Christmas!
Tomorrow, DJ and I fly out to the big ABQ. I couldn't get my SIL to watch Jax, but my coworker said he'd check in on her. I'm pretty thankful because I didn't know what I was gonna do otherwise. I wish I didn't have to leave her for so long. It's like leaving my baby. :o(
Don't know if I'll be making any posts while I'm gone. Guess you'll just have to check in and see.
Have a Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
My Weekend In ABQ
I’m sitting in the Denver airport waiting for my puddle jumper plane back to Fargo. I have to say, I’m soooooo totally bored. I hate sitting around and waiting. My three day weekend was fabulous. I didn’t do much of anything other than spend time with my parent’s and friends. I met Lilagirl and Blac for lunch on Saturday which was fun to catch-up with them. We’re all different phases of our lives. Blac has all her babies (we hope-she’s sort of super fertile or something), Lila is starting to try to have them, and then me. Well, we all know what phase I’m in. :o)
The Balloon Fiesta wasn’t the best it’s ever been. The weather was not-so-nice, and a lot of balloons didn’t go up as they usually do for the mass assentions. The ones that did go up were a lot of fun to watch. My dad and I got up both mornings (Sat & Sun) and took some great pics.
OMG! I just got on my plane, and I thought I was kidding about the puddle jumper comment, but apparently I was right on! I think I was forced out through the bowels of the Denver Airport. They made us go down some stairs to a long hallway, where 3 other planes were loading. Some guy was there to check my name off with a sharpy, and then I walked out onto the tarmak (What is this? Casa Blanca?), then up a tiny little stairway to my tiny little 2 by 2 plane. I thought my fat ass wasn't going to fit into my seat. But it did. Too bad the plane was completely full. I was looking forward to sprawling out. Well, here are a couple pics from my trip. Check out my photo site for a slideshow and about 100 more images.
Balloon Gondola Burning it's Candle
They're Heeeer!
My Favorite. Kissing Bees.
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