*hola. Long time no writes, but I'm here now :) Here are some good august memories that I shouldve updated sooner, but oh well...
*they say the #8 brings prosperity. Well, as of 8.8.08, 24 is FINALLY done so its nice to be in 25 free of baggage & such. Hopefully that means some luck in my future.
*if anyone wants to use my international miles or be my date to my uncles wedding please contact me asap. I have to rsvp today for the wedding & I'm using those bloody miles if it kills me.
*ummm I'm from southern california. I am prepared for earthquakes. I do not fancy tornados, although a nice rain storm is enjoyable. Of course I would be in charge of the store when a storm the size of iowa decided to arrive in chicago. Being in charge of my dogs in my own basement is kinda creepy, so imagine my dismay when, of course, the tornado sirens start blaring outside, the atrium of the store lights up all gnarly & the cracking thunder is literally shaking the building. Me no likey. Everything turned out okay. I'm good in a crisis, phew. Plus we got to use sweet walkie taklie radios to keep in touch throughout the store.This shizz only happens during my shifts for reals.
*in early august,there was a mini golf located in the city. It comes fully equiped with bar (spiked lemonada!) & hot pink kiddie putter. The nicest, funny & most adorable guys in all of chicago will probably be found at mini golf, which is a bonus. It's great to people watch there, especially people on dates. The course is pretty hard, too. Its not replacement for frisbee golf, but it'll do for now. All those hours spent watching the golf chanel, or B.E.T., might start to pay off???
*We took a journey to the fair on my actual birthday. When I read that there was a mule & donkey fun show, 4-H demo: animals for pleasure (jr. & sr.) and elephant rides I couldn't resist! A few short errands & pit stops later we arrived at indiana farmers mecca: the fairgrounds! First stop was the dairy barn because I love cheese & well, it was my birthday so I said so. They have the freshest, most delish consumable dairy products ever! Its right next to the food midway, so it was fun to go around & see what sorts of food that should never really be eaten, let alone fried, was being battered & dipped into boiling grease. Deep fried pepsi anyone? How about twinkies or cheesecake? Next stop was the animal barns, my favourite part. The donkeys were so cute. I took the most piccies of them and even started naming them after guys I've dated. What can I say, I'm generally attracted to jackasses I guess. We watched a horse show being judged. My points system was different, as I took costumes & horse cuteness into consideration more than gait. Past the show horses were cows then finally pigs! They are so cute! They always have the worlds biggest & 2nd biggest bore. Of course with the biggest bore comes the biggest...well nevermind that. And next the moment every little girl & I dream about alike, the piglets! They are just so cute & tiny & fiesty. They run around all crazy, trying to beat each other to feed from their mother. It says to not pet them, but of course I couldn't resist. All of the other girls were doing it...we stopped by this amazing cheese carved sculpture & then got some sweet corn. You know I can't go a day in summer without fresh sweet corn. Last, but not least, was the elephant ride. This is what we came for. A mere $6 each & we could take a lap on cute ole' dumbo. We waited & waited and got to the front of the line. Finally it was our turn. I demanded that I be in front, it was my birthday. Em was behind me then aunt barb. V & Elle watched from the side, taking papparazzi photos, luckily documenting the whole thing. For some reason, maybe the fact that I get seperation anxiety without it, I kept my bb in my front pocket. Well, the ride was going smooth, dumbo was so cute & eating as he walked. The crowd ooh'ed & ahh'ed, it was perfect. Until that fateful 2 part happy bday text came through on my bb. You see, it was vibrating on my hip bone so I had to bring it out to stop it. Then when I actually looked at it, I noticed it was a 2 part from my favourite racing couple. If you love texting, like me, then you would understand how exciting it is to get & read a 2 part, especially while on top of an elephant! Well, the elephant master dude, dressed in lame safari garb, was not so fond of me checking my bb. Clearly he's never gotten into the whole texting thing because he proceeded to stop dumbo mid-walk and scream at me! It went something like this:
Him:"Put that thing back in your pocket and put both hands on the rope like I told you to in the first place. Now!"
Me:"but its my birthday and..."
Him:[mean mumbles & gripes]
Me:"sucka dick, douche bag.
The photos of this portion are priceless. Everyones reaction and expression is amazing. Ole' trainer made dumbo quickly march back to the loading zone and our ride was done. The crowd was speechless & I was giggling like a 7 year old. That was worth every single penny!
*sooo, I got in my 9th accident a couple weeks ago, rear ending a lady. I felt bad, offered to call the popo's and she wasn't interested. I told her I was sorry & that I was crying which made my contacts fuzzy...which is true, however I didn't divulge that I was also bbming ld simultaniously, which is probably the real cause for the little bump. She tried to blame these gnarly scratches on her bumper from me, but being the accident veteran that I am, I no diced her on that one & told her she's in luck cause I know a product named scratch x available at her local auto zone that would take those right off. I even offered to get some for her & do it myself. She just stared at me blankly, muttered something about how her husband is going to kill her, took down my number & left. Still haven't heard from her (knock on wood). Hopefully her husband really didn't kill her. Just another valid reason for my list of why not to get married. And maybe ill stop bbming & driving, too.
*ummm. Ok. So. Since when do people break-up because the girl doesn't want to get married? Let me quote "sad story, huh? To move forward as a couple, you should want to go to the next step."-annon, 31. Is this for reals? That is not a sad story, but something disney needs to incorporate in its next movie. Just because you love someone & maybe even wanna make little babies doesn't mean you have to marry them. If we are lucky, or fabulous ;), we get a few great loves. Shit, if I married my 2 great loves so far I'd be divorced twice before 25. What a dbag. He was wearing a newsboy hat. Figures.
*funny I should mention getting rid of baggage, as that has literally become the case with my luggage. For reals. I all started when I insisted on watching the entire entourage episode from sunday (vinnie chase does it for me everytime. & ps I think ck & crys sneek bits of my life to the producers so they can write it into johnny dramas life & then tease me about the parallels, but that's a whole other story for a later date). Well, because of watching the show, I was running a bit behind & I had to hear it from elle woods the entire trip there. And we got stopped by the train. So, when I finally get to the airport, there is no curbside checki-in. I go inside to the counter & explain to the man that I'm already checked-in and hae my boarding pass, I just want to check my bag. The guy shoots my weak attitude & insists that I use the computer anyway. I get to the part where its time to check bags & its charging me $15. I don't have enough time to bitch about that, so we'll skip it for now. I wait about 5 more minutes for this guy to finally come back over so I can explain to him -4 more times- that I just want to check my bags & pay cash. 5 minutes after that, once he finally grasps what I'm saying, he asks if my final destination is charlotte, too. What, as if my imaginary boyfriend is standing next to me & has already checked in & that's where he's going? I then tell him I'm stopping in phoenix before proceeding to long beach. Clearly this man is like a dog & only heard the first part of that sentence, because he puts a tickets that says phx on my bag. This is after he snaps at me again for explaining he's not sassing my, miss. No shit, your an incompotent dumbass who has trouble listening. He checks my id to the bag tags and tells me to hurry so I don't miss my flight. I shouldve know to follow my gut & double check again. Let's forward to landing in long beach. I wait & wait for my bag...nothing. I try to calm down as much as I possibly can so I don't blow a gasket & look like a terrorist. Good thing I'm a lady because I very calmly told them to get f-ed & get my bag to la pronto. So remember when I said d-bag from indy checked my id? Well not only can he not listen, but he also can't read. He checked my bag under carol weller, who was staying in phx. Ill take some accountablity by admitting I shouldve triple checked my baggage claim ticket, but in 8 point font weller looks like wheeler. Well, hopefully my bag, with wally the wombat inside, will be at lax @ 8:55am here & then shuttled to me within a mere 4 hours. Let me close by saying I walked through security with more lipgloss & matches in my bag than one would know what to do with and nothing happened. I smuggled them in sans ziploc baggie. Hello people, its 9.11 anniversary today, have we learned nothing? Letting me smuggle in over 10 tubes of lip gloss & checking my bag under another persons name & letting me bring fire onto a plane is probably not the safest thing. Not because it's me, I'm mostly a nice girl, but what if it was some other d-bag with a scheme to hurt people? Of course I couldn't end without mentioning that this is - of course - the same airline that has my international miles tangled up & won't let me ever have a reasonable way to use them.
*sat is usc/osu. Fight On Trojans! & hopefully Michigan beats ND.
xx
