Tag

That Dixie is a smart ass :-) She tagged me so that "she'll update her blog." Look woman, it's summertime in Kyle, TX....all I have to write about is heat, the cat upchuck I awoke to find on my sofa (now really, how do I clean THAT?), spiders and more spiders, and the outstanding chocolate chip muffin I had today. The horror...the unmitigated horror...all except the muffin of course.

Now if you really WANT I can talk about those spiders, but do we really want to make your sexy man girly shriek again?

Ok, ok, I bow in submission...

1)Total volume of music files on my computer?

You know, I don't rightly know how to get a file count. We sort of have a "music server". Can't take credit for it, when DH worked for "other Goliath Bastard Computer Company" all the techie nerds created a harddrive where they would download and share their music. He copied that one day and now it's *bwahahaha* ours. Most of it is made up of some P/T DJ's collection of #1 hits from 1952-2000. If it tells you anything, I can tell you these MP3's take up 74.1 GB of harddrive space. You do the math, I'm too computer illiterate.

2. The last CD I bought was?

How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb - U2 (shocker!)

3. Song playing right now:

To be fair, all I was listening to was inbred man-tank-top-wearing neighbors dog yip. But hold it a sec....I'll turn on the internet radio.

HA! "Lord This Day is Good" by Don Williams is what Yahoo Music decided I would like. Now how is THAT for a Dixie sign? She's always right, I should remember that ;) (Oy! Anytime I hear Don Williams, Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings, or Willie Nelson I automatically feel like I'm 8 again, sitting on a boat and watching my dad cuss out a fish for swallowing his lure...)

Five songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me(in no particular order):

GAWD, how do you pick this?

a. At Last by Etta James - Chad and I's wedding song.

b. City of New Orleans by Arlo Guthrie - takes me and my sibs back to being kids in a BIG way. Picture this being played on the 8-track of a big blue van with no seats in the back and blue shag carpeting from floor to ceiling (the 70's version of child safety restraints....and you can only imagine the smell of that van during a TX summer.)

c. Where the Streets Have No Name by U2 - it's U2, I mean, c'mon! Besides it being my big first concert moment (as mentioned below), it spoke to me.

d. Just Like Heaven by The Cure - it's just one of those coming of age songs for me (cabriolets, big hair, and illicit wine coolers) that still makes me want to jiggle, jiggle, jiggle

e. Anyhow I Love You by Guy Clark - to be honest, just about any song from "Texas Cookin'" gives me that same little kid in the summertime feeling.

(HA! I bet you thought I'd put in that song from whence came my trashy moniker! But I fooled you, I did! C'mon, don't you think I've grown oh so weary over the years of the jokes? One time my sister's guy friend told her that he heard all the sailors really liked me, and not realizing what he was talking about, she had a sheer moment of terror thinking I was actually some well known Naval Safe Harbor, and not in a U.N. kind of way.)

And sadly I can't pass this to anyone b/c I don't know any blogger's except my sister and she not only never reads this blog, she doesn't update her own.

More miscell.

I can't begin to tell you the unspeakable dread I feel when I am sitting at a wedding and the groomsmen all file in wearing cowboy hats.

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The newest thing for weddings is a chocolate fountain. It's a pretty awesome spectacle and if it's done well, as it was at this wedding, the fountain is surrounded by skewered fruits, marshmallows, etc. that can make you bow in submission to its holiness.

At this particular wedding we noticed a man hovering around the fountain all evening...I'm thinking maybe he's like the Atkins Diet version of a dry alchoholic? No...turns out he was the chocolate bouncer. The sole purpose of his presence was, and I quote "to make sure no one double dipped or put a body part in there."

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I hate to say it....I may by lynched for it in fact. Jason's Deli has the world's best chili.

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I'm in the midst of planning a cruise for DH and I. Not just a cruise, a Disney cruise. The one thing that makes me feel as though I am not quite "out there" is that I still feel a small sense of embarrasment and a need to explain myself whenever I tell people I'm taking a Disney vacation. Now some of those Disney fans are radicals, man. If you think PETA can get a little intense, these folks will draw and quarter your ass for questioning the psychology of a duck and a bear with no pants.

While I kosher to the charm of recreating those childlike memories, and that we all need a little pixie dust, there's a point where you're one step away from your best friend being a chimp named BoBo and owning your own little piece of the Elephant Man.

Alas, however...trips for me are almost as much about the planning. I take to planning a vacation like a WWF fan to a tube top. I think since we decided to book this cruise LAST WEEK, I've logged a good 20 hours on the internet. I suspect that DH ok'd this trip just because he sensed that this high level outbreak of bitchiness and my constant gazing off into the horizon was a jonesing for a planning fix. The truth is, I'm like this with everything, not just trips. If I can't organize or research something at least once every 6 months, spend hours seeking out the minute details of ANYthing (while my laundry piles up and DH is forced to wear underpants inside out), I start to hurt baby, I need it, I need it bad. The day I packed up my wedding planning binder was one of the saddest days of my life. I still occasionally revisit it, and stroke its white plastic cover with warm rememberance. Yes...."getting there is half the fun" can be applied to many things, but I think I've twisted and warped it into something dark and sinister. Do you think this counts as OCD? Which would be typical that I couldn't even make something of a disorder that would be beneficial in someway like freaking out if I don't vacuum twice a day.

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If you haven't heard of it yet, I highly suggest you visit the blog I have listed to the right: Phantom Prof. Brilliant beyond measure from a now former prof of a hoity toity private college in my hometown of Dallas. After scathingly and wittily detailing the "haves" that made up most of the student body, and causing quite an upheaval, she finally outed herself. This was followed by an absolutely coincidental decision by the Administration that her position was obsolete. Your world will be a better place for reading her blog, I promise.