Monthly Archives: August 2007

happy thursday, friends.

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Well, I’m here in Arkansas. It took me longer to leave Oxford yesterday than I had planned. Of course, I don’t know why I bother planning anything cuz this always happens.

I had to see Bevan one more time and say goodbye to my friend Mitch Cohen. I had to take Ian back to the dentist to be refitted for his bottom retainer…since it only lasted a week before he broke it. I had to run by the gym and tell them to PLEASE stop drafting my account and say goodbye to Rose, Veda, and Millisa. And Fire Inspector Clarence. We can’t forget Clarence.

The niece and nephew were thrilled to have us back. They loved on us and wouldn’t let the boys out of their sights.

Mom and I had a great time catching up, but I can already tell there’s gonna be an adjustment period to me living here until our house sells in Oxford.

We’re headed to Lake Ouachita (prounounced Washitah). We’re planning to be there til Sunday. I’m looking forward to a few days of fun in the sun before next week..when I start my fulltime writing gig and the boys go back to school.

BTW, congratulations to Jenna Mayson, Blogging Sex Kitten for winning the prize. She’s the first person to write the word clit in my comments. Your gift is in the mail. You rock.

I miss you, Fishdog.

climbing the highest mountain…

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I’m tired of being sad. Sadness sucks. And it gives me puffy eyes. After crying for a while, I start to resemble a big fat blond puffer fish. I’m so scary, I don’t think even Spongebob would want to be my friend–and he likes everyone.

So, in order to make me feel a little better, I thought I’d tell y’all a little story.

As all 22 of you who read my blog know, I got my nose pierced while in Dallas about a month ago. It didn’t hurt very much and aside from me scratching it and trying to pull it out in the middle of the night a couple of times, I’ve had no problems.

None.

No redness, no oozing, no swelling…nothing.

Until the zit.

Yes. I got myself a zit right next to my piercing. It’s on the backside of the stud, so you really can’t see it. But I know it’s there.

Oh yes. I know.

That zit taunts me while I sleep.

“Meeeeeel! Don’t you wanna pop me?”

“Meeeeeel! you know you want me.”

But despite its taunting, I held strong. I continued my saline treatment and pretended to not hear its calling.

I did my best. I didn’t touch it for 24 hours. Honestly, that’s like forever to me.

The next night, after swimming, I started my cleansing routine. That’s when temptation got the best of me. I moved my stud just slightly, so I could get a better look at the mountain trying to take over my nose. Oh, perfect! I could pop it and just get rid of it…right?

Um.

Yeah. Pre-piercing, you bet I could.

Well, my little nose diamond (okay, it’s more of a “diamond”) is on a corkscrew, so it has to be worked out…it can’t just be pulled out.

Or so I thought.

I adjust my little stud (hehe, that sounds kinda dirty) and try to get a closer look and Mt. Zitverest when suddenly I hear a little “clink, clink, clink”.

Um.

Um.

Oooops.

Yeah, that would be my little “diamond” in the sink. Now that I had full access to Mt. Zitverest all I could think was “Shit, it’s too soon! I can’t let the hole close up!”

So I scrambled and cleaned off my stud (hehehe, still sounds dirty) and tried to reinsert it. That proved to be tricky, but I managed.

The zit is gone now. There is no redness. And my stud is still awesome. But damn, it was almost life or death hanging on the edge of Mt. Zitverest.

r.i.p. charlie-dog

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the tumor was wrapped around his larynx and jugular. it didn’t matter if it was cancerous or benign…it was killing him slowly. he has been buried on a farm. i know he will be happy there.

you will be missed, my boy.

Charlie’s favorite spot: Under the bed….

his 2nd favorite spot…on top of my bed.

day the first.

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Well, today started off a little strangely because I didn’t have to be anywhere by a certain time. It was fuckin awesome. (no offense to my ex-fellow-co-workers. I know you understand.) When my alarm went off I woke up all on my own, I leisurely made a pot of coffee, then savored each cup as I checked my email and listened to Matt Lauer interview the dude who fell 45 feet off his skateboard.

After I showered, I dropped Charlie off at the vet and took the boys to Memphis on the hunt for uniforms. Khaki pants for Ian and navy thank-god-I’m-only-9-cuz-otherwise-i’d-never-get-laid workman pants for Rader. Both wear white knit tops. I promised to buy Ian a couple of pair of real pants instead of the typical Target uniform khakis, so we went to American Eagle first. My baby can wear a size 28 waist now. He’s all grown up. *sniff*

After our shop-a-palooza we went to Steak-n-Shake for a late lunch. Yummy.

While we’re driving back to Oxford, I get a call from our vet. Dr. Bart is a great guy, but I could tell he had some not so great news. (backstory, Charlie has this growth on his throat that has steadily gotten larger and larger. It has been tested several times and so far, no cancer) Well, Dr. Bart doesn’t know what it is still, but he knows it needs to come out because Charlie is struggling to breathe. However, because this growth is located on his throat, the prognosis isn’t great. He might not be able to remove the growth and if he does, there’s a very high probability Charlie won’t make it. He’s going to call me tomorrow after he opens Charles up to let me know.

This breaks my heart because Charlie found us. He adopted us. And no matter what a pain in the ass he can be (he’s part monkey, doesn’t like to stay in the fence) he’s still MY dog. He loves me endlessly. And I love him. And tomorrow, I might lose him. That sucks sweaty moose balls.

On a good note, tomorrow I get to see my friend Bevan who has been living in Kathmandu for the past nine months. I’ve put off heading to Little Rock a day just so I can see him. I can’t wait. Maybe he’ll be a bright spot in what could be a really bad day.

day the last.

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Today is the end of an era. I’m leaving the cozy comfort of a steady paycheck and jumping head first into the murky pond of full-time writing.

It’s bittersweet, really. I have been working at the same place for almost 7 years and I’ve been in the corporate world for much longer. Those of you who have worked in Corporate America know that the movie Office Space is unfortunately, very true to life.

I won’t miss that part.

But I will miss my friends and daily human interaction. Starting next week, I’ll have lots of daily interaction with imaginary people…many of whom happen to be vampires. Could be tricky. Especially when the line between imaginary and real begins to blur…

This is the beginning of a dream come true…but in many ways, it’s a scary dream. I have to watch my spending (what???? I’ll be in a city with malls and a Target and I can’t shop???) I’ll have to put myself on a writing schedule (what??? I can’t do the when it feels right I’ll do it method anymore?) and I’ll have to be a single parent for a while until the house sells. Totally weird.

Anyway, to my friends: Don’t forget about me! I’ll miss you!

it’s come to this…

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I apparently owe my youngest child an apology. He wanted to be a yellow simpson…so I’ve redone his character.

My bad, Rader. Hope you will forgive me. For the record, this one is much more in line with Rader’s personality…

Oh, and just for shits and giggles, I redid mine, too:
This is me, all dressed up.

white stripes

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Fishdog and I went to see the White Stripes last night in Southaven.

Awesome fucking show. The pics I’m posting are from my cellphone. I didn’t think to bring my real camera. Sigh.

It was great to watch these two perform.

There is something mesmerizing about the White Stripes. Meg isn’t the greatest drummer in the world, but she is amazing to watch. Her style is stripped down and basic, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t passion in her playing.


Jack’s passion was apparent as he was all over the stage. There were a half a dozen microphones set up in various places and Jack would run, hop, leap, jump and sweat his way over to each one.
We were on the third row which added to excitement of the show. I don’t know if I would’ve gotten as much out of the performance if I hadn’t been able to see their faces. It was obvious they love their job.

There’s something magical about watching an artist do his job with passion. Musicians especially. If they love what they do, it pours out into their audience. I’ve always liked The White Stripes, but after last night, I think I can call myself a fan.

PS: I posted my answers to the friend test in the comments