07.29.08
Guilty Of Blog Neglect
My laptop has been out of commission since… when was the last post I wrote? I’ve been suffering from withdrawal like a cokewhore stuck with a very expensive bag of powdered sugar. I don’t know how I survived before I got this man-made beauty because I surely can’t survive without it now apparently. I had to do all my orders over the phone and with a tree’s-worth of legal pads. I guess it was a goods thing you readers did not get to witness this meltdown of my humanity and social acceptance… It was not pretty lol
I admit that my behavior was horrible, and as soon as I got my precious laptop back from the techies that I beg and flirt with to fix my stuff, I rehired Jesse because she had quit, and gave everyone a slight raise to stay. Things are smoothed over now, but they walk around like there are random landmines strewn under the floor. I think they are expecting another episode of Lina: Homicidal Bitch and Tyrant.
It also helps that I closed up shop for a day or two, giving us all a much needed cooling down day. I went down to Jekyll Island with the chicas and cooked my face on the beach. Water-proof sunblock my ass. Now I got the perfect color to end the vacation season and more shot glasses for my collection. Yes, I have a collection of shotglasses. I buy one every time I go somewhere new. I stole on from a bar in Greece since I couldn’t find a gift shop in the tiny village we docked at.
Scott handled it all surprisingly well. He cooked and didn’t make any type of his typical remarks when I bitched. He was, and is still being, well-rewarded for the trouble. wink wink I think I may still blow his mind yet. lol
I missed everybody and wonder how you all are doing!!
Why, oh why, does my skin peel so?! 
07.13.08
How Does That Happen?!
Friday, Scott and I had our first date since forever. Technically, we’re dating, and we introduce each other as “my boyfriend” or “my girlfriend,” but we never actually go on dates. We don’t call each other in advance, he doesn’t come and pick me up, and we don’t debate on where to go. It’s more along the lines of when he gets home from work, I’m sitting on his couch on the laptop with the news on in the background. I can tell if he’s in the mood or not, and I’ll ask him if he feels like going out. He’ll either shrug and plop down onto the couch next to me to “talk” me into staying in, or he’ll ask what he needs to change into. Dates don’t happen very often in Hermitsville. I used to go out and party every other night with my young, hip, trendy friends, but Scott makes me feel very calm and content with staying home. Sometimes, it gets to the point where he’ll ask if I want to do something and I’ll curl my lip up as if to say, “You mean, go outside? Around people?!”He’ll laugh and we’ll cook dinner together and make our own, and much cheaper, fun.
We started a new tradition though, just to keep us out of old, married, couplesville while we’re still young. Every Friday, we get off work at the same time, meet up at the apartments, and decide on a date spot. We agreed that every other Friday was movie date, and the other Friday’s were open. So week before last, we drove to Centennial Olympic Park and just walked around the park and the area with Wednesday and Georgia in tow. It was so nice outside because the sun was going down, and although I’m usually afraid to walk around Atlanta by myself, I had two guard dogs, and a guard boyfriend with me. lol
Last Friday was movie night. We went to see Hellboy II: The Golden Army. It was awesome! I love comic book movies, but I’m not a fan of Spiderman, the new Hulk movie, or the new Superman movie. We sat in the back row and listened to all the little kids in the front rows have fits over the scene where Hellboy and Abe are drunk. IT WASN’T THAT FUNNY OKAY!!! jeez, I wanted to look to see if they had wet the seats the way these kids were laughing. What was funny, and what they wouldn’t have picked up on was that Hellboy and firechick Liz are two different species. In the movie, she finds out that she’s pregnant.
Well, this made me and Scott crack up. In the scene where Liz tells Hellboy, I turned to Scott and whispered, “How does that happen?” and we couldn’t stop laughing even though it was the most serious part of the entire movie. Just thinking about tiny little Liz gettin’ it on with Hellboy made me laugh long after the movie ended. i elbowed Scott as we were leaving the theater, saying, “I bet if he ever spanked her, he would break her hip.”
He laughed and said something about the reason she wore black cover-all clothing through the movie.
If Hellboy 2 wasn’t enough for my imagination, the previews started it all. Nicholas Cage and his horrible hair have a new movie set in Thailand. He plays an assassin who takes on some folks after something happens. I was laughing to hard and making dirty jokes with Scott to notice what the movie was about. It’s called “Bangkok Dangerous”!!!! Can you believe that?! It sounds like a cheap asian porno!!!!!! lmao
Anyway, I’ve filled my dirty joke quota for the year, so next time we’re going to see Space Chimps or some chick flick. I never knew I needed to get out more until we actually did it
Low on sleep… running on adrenaline… and energy drinks… feel like playing hooky from work. But mom it really hurts! lol Hope everybody had nice weekends like I did
07.10.08
Theme Song: Week 2
ok, so I’ve been busy and forgot about my new project.
This week: “I’ve Seen Better Days”- Sublime & “Ur So Gay”- Katy Perry
I can’t get that damned katy perry song out of my head!!! It’s so funny, but so annoying after three days. I listen to a lot of music while at work, so this may change in a few days
Adios! Enjoy your week!
07.09.08
The Will Of Man
If I ever EVER have children, they get to fight over my possessions when I die. That’s a big if anyway, but they’ll get to experience what I’m going through now. I’ve driven down to Savannah 4 or 5 times in the past week to go help my family settle my father’s estate and belongings. Let me tell you, getting the mementos that you want from a family without a will to go by is as difficult as fitting a square peg into a round hole. I’m the square peg of the family! My mom and dad owned quite a bit of land out in the country where they raised, bred, and sold horses. Well, that’s what my dad did. My mom worked elsewhere and spent his money.
I have a horse there by the name of Bean, he’s a pinto (get it lol). Well, I grew up on this horse, was in the high school rodeo association with Bean, and have a bum knee because of this horse. I was barrel racing on him when he slipped and rolled over on my left leg. My knee and down was torn to hell and back, and I was laid up in the bed for a couple of weeks and got to go to school in a wheelchair and then with crutches. It still gives me trouble from time to time, and I’ll probably be as stiff as an old lady’s teased hairdo when I get old, but those years I spent on a horse were gold. Of course, after my accident Daddy wouldn’t let me go near competitive riding, and when I rode for fun somebody had to be with me.
Anyway, back to his stuff. Bean is in my dad’s name, and as his wife, my mom gets everything. My mom is a pretty cool lady for a small-town gal, but she once mentioned selling “Green Acres” as my dad jokingly called it 
I miss his corny jokes. I liked to have stroked out, but she heard the strangled growl/choking sound I made and changed the subject. After all was said and done, during which time I made myself not seriously injure my two older siblings, I was able to drive away with my dad’s gun collection (and there’s a damn lot of them), all of his books (there weren’t a lot of them-mostly old cookbooks and out-dated encyclopedias), a pocketknife, and the keys to his 1974 yellow Mustang. It stays in a storage building in Savannah until I can get it finished enough to be able to drive it up to Atlanta, but I don’t have anywhere to put an classic car. I guess Scott could drive it to work since it gets better gas mileage than his truck by far. That’s something I want to take a picture of: my big bear Skippy behind the wheel of that car.
That’s another reason I couldn’t argue for more of my dad’s stuff; I don’t have anywhere to put it. I could’ve talked my mom into selling me “Green Acres” cheap, and I could get a loan to build me a little house out there, but I’m settled in my city ways. I can’t go back to country-bumpkin-ville. If she sells it, I will move all my shit to Savannah and make it my life’s mission to make her regret it. I can understand moving on with her life and all, but she cannot sell my dad’s life’s work! He came out of a bad childhood into a very successful adulthood, and I wil not see that sold away!
On a lighter note, Scott’s been quietly gleeful about something, but he won’t tell me what it it. I told him that he better not make me use my “womanly wiles” on him, and he pulled the Home Alone face (remember Macauley caulkin before the drugs… aww right? lol) and wiggled his butt at me as he walked away. Do all men secretly have feminine streaks in them, or did I just rub off too badly on my big manly man and make him into a womanly man :O lol
Things should calm down and go back to normal now that I don’t have to deal with family bullcrappola anymore. Off to order in new stock! I can just smell that new book smell now!!!
Who needs a man’s man when you can have a woman’s man? rrwwwaaarrr….
07.02.08
New Thing: Weekly Theme 1
I had a new idea for the blog as I was typing the last post and listening to my seemingly endless Playlist.com playlist. Each week, maybe even more than once a week if it’s a particularly eventful one. I am know to have those I am going to post a song and artist that reflects my week. I hope you enjoy it, and I introduce you to new experiences or styles that you weren’t too familiar with.
This week: “Life Is Beautiful” -Sixx AM & “It’s Not My Time” -Three Doors Down
Rediscovering The Meaning Of Family
and it hasn’t changed…
I will never be able to look at my touristy hometown the same ever again. I won’t ever drive by a cemetary with that cool displaced sympathy, or see a funeral procession and get angry about the traffic it caused. Flower arrangements make me go quiet, and churches put a lump in my throat. And, I won’t be eating chicken ever again.
My father passed away early Saturday morning, and I swear if I hear one more estranged family or friend say “I’m so sorry for your loss” I think I may scream. An unspoken truce was given between me and me two sisters as soon as I arrived at the hospital Friday evening, still wearing the clothes I left Greece in.
I had no clothes, so with the wonderful Scott’s help and a camera phone, he brought me several outfits that fit the part of youngest daughter that I had to play… even though (and I don’t mean to brag *brushes fingernails against shoulder*) my clothes were of better quality. I felt like such an outsider; One who was standing there smiling at strangers and people I hadn’t seen in forever exclaiming, “You’re so tall!” “I haven’t seen you since you were This tall” and My VERY Favorite “glad to see you grew out of that awkward phase and into your lady parts!” I had to force a smile and remind myself I was in a church in order to not pull some hair or cuss like a sailor. I have very little patience for people who don’t talk to you or visit until there’s a marriage, a birth, or a death.
piece of advice: if you’re taking food to a mourning family or friend… don’t take chicken of any kind. Take entres or dessert- alcohol would’ve been nice too
Like I told Scott when we were leaving the gravesite to go back to my sister’s house for lunch, I miss him yeah, but he had always had problems, and it’s been so long since I’ve seen him that it is not this huge tragedy to me. If he had been healthy and happy and then was killed in some kind of accident then I would probably be devastated.
I think that’s why I stayed up North after I finished college to start my business. I cried a few times for a short minute, but nothing like the other family members. If they think I’m cold and don’t care then they can confront me about it because I’ve been in the mood to argue with my sisters for months now.
But that story is for an entire post unto itself. We all act like we’re teenagers again and fight like cats and dogs if we’re together for more than a few hours. That’s why the unspoken truce was needed.
I’m back home finally though, and it’s been raining. I love rain when I’m in a bad mood. It’s like Mother Nature is sympathizing with me and plans to make everyone as miserable as I am. I’m supposed to go back to work tomorrow since Jesse has left a couple of frantic messages on my phone and email in the past few hours.
I just don’t have the energy or the feeling to go order stock, pay everybody, and get back into my routine of work and worry. Scott needs to get a new job, so I can sell the store and live off his money. Did you know he has a trust fund from his grandmother that he puts in a savings account rather than live off it?! I sure didn’t! Until he told me where he got some of the money for our vacation that is. Looks like I caught me a rich one anyway lol
I’m off to lay in the bed and stare at my tan, which feels like ages ago. How I wish to be back on that boat again, happy, care-free, and with my lovey.
Have you seen my land-legs, cause I haven’t found them yet and have been stumbling all over the place?!
