Monday Post

I thought I had some pretty cool holiday decorating pics to share, but they turned out like shit. I worked my ass off, and the colors are bright and wonderful, but my camera just didn't get it. Maybe Santa will be good to me this year and bring me some "real" photo equipment.

THESE, however, turned out beautifully...

Happy Monday...

The Elf Inside

Okay, I'm a SUCKER for Christmas movies. I LOVE "Miracle on 34th Street." I LOVE "It's a Wonderful Life." I even love the claymation "Rudolph" and the whole "Burgermeistermeisterburger" shit. Snowmizer and Heatmizer are my favorites, and I loved that Hermie followed his dentistry dreams and made friends with that dreaded abominable snowman. LOVE IT! OWN IT ALL!

I'm a child at heart, and it wouldn't be Christmas Season without it. But I gotta tell ya, as an adult, nothing beats "Bad Santa," or "ELF." Not to mention "A Christmas Story," which was filmed in my "hometown." It's no corn/potato-town, but Cleveland ain't a far cry from there.

Anyway, I FINALLY watched "Elf" tonight, and laughed my fool head off! I wasn't even high, and couldn't stop laughing at the movie because I saw this video beforehand:

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/1560

Okay, I tried to embed it, but it's worth hitting on the link. Call me juvenile, but I can't help but crack up every time I see it. I crack up even MORE seeing "Bad Santa."

"Are you off your fucking MEDS or somethin'?"

Yeah, I'm kinda warming up to Christmas...LOL

Holiday Time

I really REALLY LOVE the holiday season. BUT...

If I see or hear ONE MORE TOY, JEWELRY or CLOTHING COMMERCIAL I'm gonna puke or scream, I havent decided yet.

This shit has been incessant sincebefore HALLOWEEN!!! Stores are advertising they are opening at FOUR in the MORNING the day after THANKSGIVING for their CHRISTMAS sales!

For the love o' snow on a clear day in DECEMBER!

Who the FUCK gets up that early on black friday after sneaking a midnight turkey sandwich with cold stuffing, only to be busted (and then joined) by the family??? FOUR IN THE MORNING??? Who goes SHOPPING at 4am????? Those bitches in the "open-open-open" Mervyn's commercials? PA-LEEZ!!!

There were houses up the street that had holiday lights up the moment their kids got home from trick-or-treating!

I like the decorations. I have tons of them, and was really looking forward to decorating the new place this year, what with my big ol' porch and shit. I even thought about a cool place to put my tree.

EMPHASIS on the word, 'THOUGHT.'

What I really feel like doing is creating a HUGE paper mache' CAVE on said big ol' porch, eating so much turkey it sends me into a triptophan coma, and then hibernating until the New Years/President's Day/Valentine's Day hype sales bullshit is over, and everyone gets back to being as "normal" as they were before.

Seriously, I'm not bitter. I have a LOT to be thankful for this year. Family, friends, and a great job and lots of support. I just keep thinking...People used to be SO SWEET this time of year, but lately, it just seems to bring out the "mean" in them. And everything's become SO commercial. It's so so sad...If I had the money and the canned goods, I'd SO donate them, but I don't, so I can't. I just wish all these toy stores and grocery stores would step up and see society for what it really has become.

YOU GO, John Holmberg, Brady(and we thought you were puffin' dust outta that thang)Bogen, Eric/Derik(Creepy), Big Dick Toledo, Larry McFeely, Fitz, and ALL you guys involved with HOMELESS FOR THE HOLIDAYS, at http://www.98kupd.com/!

And HAPPY Thanksgiving, my few readers!!!

Outside the Box

I know I said I was going to go out to see the guys for their "farewell gig," but I pinched a nerve in my shoulder, and was just going to hang at home Friday night.

The more I thought about it, the more I started thinking that if I didn't go out there and say hi/goodbye, I'd end up feeling like shit and regretting it for the rest of my life. After all, these guys ARE some of the people who made me who I am today.

So I took a deep breath, sucked up my pain and agoraphobia, and ventured out. I was so nervous when I got there that I locked my keys in the car. AIRHEAD! I didn't stress, just walked in there and holy CRAP! I was greeted with nothing more than, "HOLY SHIT, Lady K!!!" I felt almost famous.

I explained my key situation, and they announced it to the whole bar. Although embarrassing, it was actually quite comical. Someone had a slim-jim, which didn't work on my car, but one of the off-duty bartenders was determined, so in between sets we finally got the door unlocked. WITHOUT breaking a window.

Yep, cheers, drinks, and lots and LOTS of jeers later ("Hey Lady K, can you say, 'magnetic hide-a-key??!!") the night turned out wonderfully. I actually reconnected with someone I haven't seen in almost 20 years. Some connections are never severed, no matter how much time passes.

Anyway, here's a pic of "da boyz." The first one is how they are now, and the last is of everyone who played nice in the sandbox over the better part of the last 20 years. My only regret at this point is not getting a picture WITH 'em. DUH!

I can't wait to see what the next 20 years brings...

Happy Monday, peeps!

OH!!!! BTW...GO BUCKEYES!!! Was that even a game on Saturday? Uh...Mr. Carr: BUH! As in BUH-BYE!

The Pretender

I talked to an amazing friend tonight, and he called me OUT on the fact that I was "pretending" to be happy about something I did. While he didn't make me feel ashamed, he made me admit a lot of things to myself. FUCK I hate it when that happens.

It wasn't full of some history lesson, or sports stats, it was just a conversation. It's really too bad I'm not attracted to this person. I really need someone like that in my life. He called me "the pretender," and I started singing that old Jackson Browne song. He asked me why I don't sing anymore. My only answer to him was "work."

How fucking sad is that? I don't wanna be a rock star, but my friend really got me thinking. Yes, I have stability with my job, but why DON'T I sing anymore? Why are my guitars collecting dust, and why the fuck do I own a bass when I don't even know how to play it???

My old band is breaking up. I'm going to see them Friday night, close to here. Talk about an end to an era!!! Even if they don't call me up to sing again, I'm looking forward to seeing anyone/everyone who was there from the beginning.

Anyway, Jackson Browne has always been one of my favorite artists, and ever since this tune came out, I've always wanted to do my own version of it.

Well, with breasts and as a blonde, of course. ha ha

YUMMY Weekend!

I took time out for ME this weekend. I told everyone NOT to call, I didn't get on the computer(much), and just pampered myself. The last couple days at work were rough, as girlie called in sick because of another panic attack, so I was "it" for the front office. YAY. I put out major fires, cleaned up a bunch of fuck-ups, and got shit done. Come 5pm, I was ready to get my drink on. I stopped and got one of my favorite frozen pizzas, some bubble bath, and little odds & ends needed to just take care of ME.

You know, the usual girlie-type shit. Manicure, pedicure, a LOOOONNNNGGGG overdue soak in the bubbly tub with a wonderful pretty-musky-scented candle and some of my favorite music. Watched chick flicks, got me some, and Sunday I made breakfast, corn chowdah, and a roast with carrots & onions. I really wanted to roast some potatoes, too, but didn't have any and didn't want to deal with traffic or people to get to the store, even if it IS only 3 miles from here. I was content and NOBODY was gonna fuck with my world. NOBODY. Did I mention that I got me some??? I REALLY need to do this for myself more often!

Can you believe it's Monday already????

Happy Vet's Day. Pud, wherever you are, know that I'm thinking about you and your peeps over there. I appreciate everything y'all are doing, and get home safe!!!!!!!!!!! XOXOXO!

Grillin' Fool...

I grilled some chicken, pineapple, and peaches tonight. OH YES!

Made some little sauce to brush on...butter, minced onion, pineapple juice, peach juice, lemon juice with a little lemon zest, some thyme and a little soy sauce and cornstarch.

OH YEAH....

Grilled up with these little chicken tenderloins, brushing the "sauce" every so often to perfection, put the rest of the "sauce" on the stove to thicken up a little more, made some rice and broccoli, was just getting ready to eat, started running a bath after a tough day, and....

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...

FUCK.

Brotherman.

"IT was my LAST DAY at this JOB TODAY. I smelled the grillin...got enough for me?"

Can a girl get a night to herself??? Fuck me with a STICK!!!!!

I'm a good sister. I fed him. Then he criticized the chicken. (It was done perfectly, he just hates white meat and said it was "dry." I tried it, it was PERFECT.)

Then he violated my guitar. NOBODY fucks with my guitars. I don't care WHO they are, NOBODY. Then I kicked his stupid obnoxious drunkass out.

I don't care. I'm sick and tired of being his "enabler." I like my vodka, don't get me wrong, but I NEVER show up at someone's door as obnoxious as he was tonight. I love him, he's my brother, but the poking, the headlocks, the stupid drunken shit was too much for me. And he kept telling me *I* was drunk, but all the while I was drinking ginger ale.

Not to mention he really interrupted the "ZEN" moment I had planned for myself. I really gotta learn to tell the little fucker to grow up. AND I need to learn how to just say NOOOOOOO.

I got new batteries and everything, and now...forget about it. LOL

All OVER the Place

OKAY...Who the FUCK calls people starting at 11:30pm and continues every TENfuckingminutes? This happened to me Friday night. I was pissed OFF. I don't care if it IS Friday night...unless someone is dying or a DEAR close friend needs bail, come ON!!! Even then, "hello!" ya got my cell number!!!

This munchwad waited for me to answer, then just fucking SAT there. THEN, said wad had the audacity to call BACK and rummage the phone around to let me know they were there. What in the sam hill??? If you're gonna "drunk dial" me, at least be funny enough to identify yourself and say that's what you're doing. I've done it, own up!

What a PUSSY.

Other than that, this weekend was GREAT! I spent Saturday morning making tamales with a friend from work... That's not even HALF of them! I think I found my new calling when I retire. I'd rather cook than greet people at Target, ha ha.

Brotherman brought over Guitar Hero II. I'm addicted, and hope to get the Guitar Hero III package for Christmas.

Hell, right now, I'd be happy to get ANY package...ha.

I made some of the best corn chowdah I've ever had in my life (if I don't say so myself), and some Swiss steak that was off the charts. Sorry, kids, I ate too fast to take pics. LOL

Happy Monday! (I know, ick...)