My Boyfriend Has Spending Problems . . . .
In the majority of relationships, you normally hear whining and crying from the guy about how much his crazy, money-careless girlfriend blows his hard earned wages on things that they don't need. As in most things in my life, my relationship is not normal. Okay, okay, I'll admit that I will occasionally spend money on a cute pair of shoes, an irrisistable hand bag or new hair products, and I get my nails done every two weeks, but these things are considered maintenance and simply don't count in the grand scheme of things. My boyfriend, on the other hand, will go on spending sprees that would make Paris Hilton proud. Take into consideration his latest purchase . . . .
I get home from work last night at 1:30 in the morning - no, it's not that kind of job - I'm a cocktail waitress at a local seafood restaurant. I'm tired, my feet are killing me, I smell like food and all I can think about is getting a shower and falling into bed. (The new king sized pillow top bed that Shorty bought last week on his day off. I'm building my case here.) I get to the top of the stairs, manage not to trip over the fuzzy black demon cat who's happily trying to wind his way through my legs, and jump in fright as Shorty pops his head out of our bedroom doorway. Keep in mind it's 1 in the morning - Shorty should be tucked into bed dreaming of Britney Spears in her sparkly, over-stretched, Cheeto dust covered black bikini. Grinning like a maniacal impluse buyer, he motions me into the bedroom to see what he just bought. We have a pretty sweet computer desk set up in our bedroom, complete with flat screen monitor. When we purchased our house two years ago, Shorty made the decision not to have a TV in our bedroom. I didn't argue with him on this one. If I let him win the smaller battles, it ups his self esteem and allows him to fool himself into thinking that he's the real decision maker in the home. So I stumble, exhausted and smelly, into our bedroom. Giggling with glee, Shorty proudly exhibits our new 32" flat screen computer monitor and proceeds to show off all the new features that we have. Not only can he play poker in high definition on a gigantic screen, we can watch TV in the bedroom now AND he slyly had Varsity Blues, one of my favorite movies of all time, playing.
I'll impulse-buy a new shampoo and conditioner or a new pair of shoes. SHORTY impulse-buys new beds, boats, 4 wheelers and 32" computer monitors. Maybe I need to start catching up . . . .
You know what time it is . . . .
The leaves are starting to turn, there's a crisp bite in the air. . . . you'll catch the faintest wisp of woodsmoke in the mornings as you head out to your car, there are beads of dew on your windshield . . . . my Chiefs are getting spanked by the likes of the Houston Texans . . . and your local Starbucks is featuring Pumpkin Spice lattes as the special of the day - that's right, it's PUMPKIN SPICE FLAVORED COFFEE CREAMER SEASON!! WOO HOO!!!!
I'm back!!! Ish . . . .
Holy crazy 2 week vacation!! I drove my hot GMC Canyon to Soldotna for my cousin Shannon's wedding. Since I'm a sweet, wonderful cousin I showed up a week early to help her with preparations - and she had me running around and working my butt off! Her fiance, Brad, (who is freaking AWESOME!) had me up on an extension ladder painting their house and mowing their lawn! I was totally taken advantage of! It was a lot of fun, though, and it was really good to see my family in the Kenai/Soldotna area. The wedding was absolutely beautiful and Shannon and the bridesmaids looked just gorgeous. Surprising Shan at her bachelorette party was definitely the highlight of the trip, though. :)
This is me and Shannon at her wedding:
The day after the wedding my mom and I drove to Seward and I spent June 30th through July 5th in Seward with my family there. Uncle Shawn and his best friend, Eddie, both flew up from Colorado to run the Mt Marathon Race (the start was a complete fiasco and Uncle Shawn got screwed) and Aunt Terri flew in from Washington, so we had a mini family reunion. Nana was still in Washington so I didn't get to see her but it was wonderful to see my family again. I also managed to hook up with some old friends from highschool. This is Nita, me & Rachel at the Yukon bar in Seward, getting rowdy and catching up:
I'm back to work for this week and the following Monday, but Tuesday the 17th through Thursday the 19th Warren, Sheilah, Shorty and I are loading up the boat and jet skis and heading to Birch Lake!!! We're renting a cabin again and I have plans to do nothing except sprawl my butt out on the boat and catch some sun. Oh, and kick Warren's jet ski's ass with our jet ski. Pictures of Warren crying like a girl to follow!
Megyn and the 4 Wheeler
We bought Megyn a cute little 4 wheeler the other day so she can go riding with us! I was showing her how to ride it and we went for a few practice cruises around the neighborhood. Smart girl here thought that it would be a good idea to ride my bike while I was teaching her how to ride her 4 wheeler, that way we would go slow and I'd be able to hear her and talk to her since our 4 wheeler is really loud. So off we go and dear God did I get a work out! It was fun, though. :)
Here's Megyn cruising around the back yard:
And here's her cheese ballin' for the camera:
Quotes of the Day:
Big Kev to Lindsey B: "I think of you every time I close my eyes."
Lindsey B to Big Kev: "I think of you every time I walk down the hall past your shop to go poo."
Awww! Warm fuzzies!
I'm back, bitches!
Yeah, it's been awhile. I've been busy and haven't had a chance to update in ages. Yup, I really don't have a good excuse for neglecting my blog, but I do have photographice evidence that I've been busy -
I got a new hair cut - it's little shorter and a little darker blonde:
I was partying with the gang at Gold Rush for St Paddy's Day:
Then I took a nap with the kattens:
Then I headed across the hall to chill with Big Kev the pirate:
After that, I hit up Chilis for a margarita lunch:
And here's Sheilah and I going out to find new hot guys:
Okay, so those last two are a little old. Lunch at Chilis is from March of 2006 and the picture of Sheilah and me is from Shorty & Warren's birthday party last October. Still, I've been busy! Hopefully I'll have new softball pictures to post since the snow is melting and softball season is almost here! Woo hoo!
Little Red Corvette!
I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!
You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive. You're all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.
Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.
Yeah. This is totally me!! ;)
Dear God, Please Make It Go Away!!!
My schedule for the past month has been a little insane and it doesn't look like things are going to slow down until we hit the beginning of May. I sub for coed B volleyball on Monday nights and I play women's indoor soccer and Coed C volleyball on Tuesday nights, coed indoor soccer on Wednesday nights, women's indoor soccer and womens B league volleyball on Thursday nights and I usually hit up the volleyball open gym on Friday nights. Throw in weight lifting on Monday, Wednesday and Friday before games and you'll see that I've pretty much got something going every night of the week.
How does one cope with such a loaded schedule, and how did I allow myself to get talked into all these activities, you might ask. The answer is simple, my friends: large quantites of booze and chocolate, and I'm a sucker who just can't say no. That's right, if you come to me with some sob story about how you just need one more girl for your team and I'd really be helping you out and the whole team is so excited about playing but you're one chick short and if you don't get someone to play the entire team is going to fold, and I'll cave like Big Kev in front of the doughnut section at Safeway. (Or like Whitney in front of the crack house. Or like Shorty in front of the one-legged hooker on South Cushman.)
Since my life is so crazy busy, I really value my down-time, and one of the very few things that keeps me sane and brings a little joy into my life is House. I love that show. I obsess over it. I sob when it's over and wait with baited breath until the next week when I can slump my tired butt onto our comfy couch, curl up with Shorty and the cattens and lose myself for an hour in the rapier wit of Dr. House, Cameron, Foreman and the insanely hot accented Chase. (There are times when I'm stuck at a volleyball match or soccer game, so Shorty, valuing his life, will record House for me so I can watch it when I get home. Either he loves me unconditionally or he understands that I will go Tonya Harding on his ass if I miss an episode.) So you can imagine my crushing disappointment when I rushed home last night, sweaty, exhausted and sore from my soccer game, only to discover that, instead of House, American Idol is airing. Again. And again. And again. Over and over and over - AUGH!!! This show is like dirty, broken, cracked fingernails (damn, that was a good visual!) on a chalkboard to me. Seriously, if I wanted to hear some out-of-tune, big haired, half nekkid hootchie, who's managed to pour herself into an outfit that's clearly several sizes too small for an 8 year old, screeching an out-dated song that everyone wishes would just die, I'd tune in to Beyonce's latest remix. I hate this show. I detest this show. The worst type of torture imaginable would be to be duct taped to a chair and forced to watch re-runs of American Idol. Ryan Secrest is one of the biggest douches on the planet, and Paula Abdul is so overly-medicated that I'm amazed she can remember the names of her fellow judges. This show is a horrible waste of air time.
So, after several seconds of helplessly sobbing into my pillow, screaming my frustrations and a nice, calming round of puppy-kicking, I grabbed a book and a glass of red wine and headed to the hot tub, leaving Shorty in a Nyquil-induce fog, curled up on the loveseat with a fuzzy blankie and a spoiled boy cat, watching Flags of Our Fathers.
This is what my truck looks like at -48
Yeah, remember that post about how Fairbanks wasn't really that bad at -40? I take it back. I take it all back. It was between -38 and -48 every day last week and I don't wanna play anymore!
This is my poor baby truck sitting in my parking spot at -48. That was the temperature as I was driving to work last Friday.
Is summer here yet???.
I get home from work last night at 1:30 in the morning - no, it's not that kind of job - I'm a cocktail waitress at a local seafood restaurant. I'm tired, my feet are killing me, I smell like food and all I can think about is getting a shower and falling into bed. (The new king sized pillow top bed that Shorty bought last week on his day off. I'm building my case here.) I get to the top of the stairs, manage not to trip over the fuzzy black demon cat who's happily trying to wind his way through my legs, and jump in fright as Shorty pops his head out of our bedroom doorway. Keep in mind it's 1 in the morning - Shorty should be tucked into bed dreaming of Britney Spears in her sparkly, over-stretched, Cheeto dust covered black bikini. Grinning like a maniacal impluse buyer, he motions me into the bedroom to see what he just bought. We have a pretty sweet computer desk set up in our bedroom, complete with flat screen monitor. When we purchased our house two years ago, Shorty made the decision not to have a TV in our bedroom. I didn't argue with him on this one. If I let him win the smaller battles, it ups his self esteem and allows him to fool himself into thinking that he's the real decision maker in the home. So I stumble, exhausted and smelly, into our bedroom. Giggling with glee, Shorty proudly exhibits our new 32" flat screen computer monitor and proceeds to show off all the new features that we have. Not only can he play poker in high definition on a gigantic screen, we can watch TV in the bedroom now AND he slyly had Varsity Blues, one of my favorite movies of all time, playing.
