So, it's Saturday and I have been a busy girl today. Got up (which was a miracle in itself), went and got my hair did!! love it!! love everything about it! Went with my hairdresser as she registered for her wedding, now I am home and about to go eat with my friend, Tammy. Weather is beautiful here today. Gorgeous!! I just wanted to post something really fast, before going out to eat! Adios!

Not a good time to be an Okie......

Ok, so just found out that Ada is getting a freeze out tomorrow night. Low for Thursday is 12 and high is 25. Yowza!!! That is incredibly cold.

SO, tonight is American Idol. The first 3 weeks are the best because it's when you get to see all the absolutely horrible people who think that they can sing and yet can't carry a note. I feel sorry for them because they don't have real friends. Their friends are like, "Oh my gosh, you are SO GOOD!!! You must audition for American Idol... " After the initial auditions, its all good people and that just gets a little boring. So, that makes me happy. 22 minutes and counting. But, there is a slight conflict..... Idol is from 7-9 and The Mentalist (fave new show) comes on at 8.... Thank heavens for DVR, that's all I got to say!!

It is a bad time to live in OK right now. I swear, every doctor on staff went to the freaking Championship game last week and this week they are all in a really bad mood. C'mon!!! You walk down the hall and keep your head down because they are just all pissed off!! I know, I know, OU was cheated, blah, blah, blah... Can you tell I am NOT an OU fan??? It's times like this that I wished I lived back in Texas. No, Longhorn fans are bitching too, so never mind..... Where can I go? I can move to Oregon and live with my bestie and family because their Oregon State Ducks won their bowl game.... Good idea, self!!!

Now, don't yell at me just because I am not a OU fan..... It's a personal opinion and I just choose to not go with the flow, but against it.... There are a few of us. I saw my friend Boadie at Chili's the other night and he had on a Texas sweatshirt and a Texas hat and I told him how proud I was to be his friend. He's big enough no one would give him any shit 'cause he'd smash em!!!! HaHaHa.

Ok, so long, farewell!!

The world's greatest friend

Okay, so my friend has decided to write about a friend of hers every week and this week she PICKED ME!!! How sweet is she? So, I am going to do the same thing to her.... So, sit back relax and read about the most wonderful friend in the world .....KDK...

"There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul. " ~Edith Wharton

Okay, so like she said she has a steel trap for a memory so unfortunately I don't have nearly the memories from the first of the friendship like she does.... But, I'll try!! We were two (actually three, but that's a different story) friends who could not be separated. We did everything together. 2 NKOTB concerts, 1 in Tulsa and 1 in OKC. The one in Tulsa was the best because we were like in the 15th row and it was GREAT!! We saw Donnie beforehand and of course, I scared him off with my screaming. But, this was after we ran across the street where her cousin just got hit by a car! Imagine if you will, Skelly St in Tulsa, very busy, lots of cars. Kim and I were wanting to go across because Donnie was on the other side. TOO MANY CARS!! Her cousin was a little down from us and she decided to just go for it. She got hit by a car and Kim and I said, SCORE, let's go!!! So, off we went not even stopping to see if the cousin was ok. That was bad. She's right, we were so competitive with each other. Who had the most pictures of NKOTB, basically everything. We were both very outspoken, bold, and wouldn't take s*&! from anyone. (Side note, can you cuss on this blog?) I also could not imagine high school without her in it. Family vacations to Angel Fire, NM and Surfside, TX included her. Can't have vacation time without my bestie!!! She was, and is, the best friend a girl could ask for....

Then came college and I tested that friendship, unknowingly. I joined a sorority (which is funny because a lot of people that read your blog daily, was in that very same sorority with me. Hi Holly, Sasha, Katy and Shannon!) I will admit now something that I never have to you, KDK.. I was not very nice during that time. I thought I was so cool and I neglected the one person who had always been there for me. And for that, I am so sorry. Can you forgive me??? Then, after a couple of years, we reconnected. I moved to Dallas immediately after graduation and moved into a kick ass apartment which was right across the street from my beloved Dallas Cowboys (now, this was in 1998, 1999, and 2000... when they were really good) practice field. She was the first person to come stay the weekend with me and I will never forget that. I moved back to Ada in 2000 and she then proceeded to move to Dallas!!! Oh, the irony.

She moved to Portland and I am proud to say that I was the first to go visit her. We had so much fun, going to see the Goonie house, staying at a bed and breakfast that had a really small door as a bonus in our room (Dorff does Oregon!) and beautiful waterfalls, and cliff overlooks that led to me flashing the highway beneath us.... Oh, the fun we had. I was there the week before she met her Mr. Right. A part of me was a little sad, because it wasn't just the two of us against the world anymore. She had to go off and bring a boy into the picture.... aaaggghhh!!! I thought I would get pushed to the side, but quite the opposite. One of the things that is so incredible about her is that she stayed exactly the same when it came to me. I had seen others in the past go through love, and push friends to the side. Not with her. That's when I really realized that we were going to be friends until the end of time. Made me very happy. She came to Ada to get married, I was her maid of honor, and I was so glad to be standing up there next to her. Even though my sniffling through the ceremony caught her attention, she was not mad!! haha....

She is by far, the funniest person that I have ever met. She can imitate people like no one else can. "I got a crap on deck that would choke a donkey" (Old Dirty Bastard from Austin Powers). I have always wished that I could be as hysterical as she is. She is confident, strong, beautiful, funny, loyal, caring, compassionate, and so many others. All of that makes her to be a wonderful wife and a totally awesome mom. Husband and kiddo are so lucky to have you. We are all so very blessed to know you and those of us that are lucky enough to call you friend, well that's even better...

She is so far away from me, but when we talk about how crappy my life is, she always knows exactly what to say to me to make me feel better. She is honest and she is real and she is my best friend. She is so smart and knows so much about everything.

She is also a true friend. One who knows more about me than anyone and likes me anyway!

"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares." ~Henri Nouwen

I'm BBBBAAACCCKKK !!!

I know, I know..... I am the worlds worst blogger. Yet my bestest, most wonderful friend EVER still put me in her Top 10 list. She is the best!! So, I have no good excuse for not blogging, but would it help if I said that 2008 was literally the worst year in my entire life????? I was ill for most of it, in ICU twice, on the ventilator twice, in the hospital 3 times. That's how I put 2008 to rest and said hello to 2009, IN THE FREAKING HOSPITAL... So, please forgive me... All 2-3 people that even bother to come on here and check my blog. One of my resolutions was to be a better blogger.

See, one of the reasons that I never do this is because I have absolutely nothing to say! Isn't that horrible. I read KDK's blog and it's funny, witty and oh so ever enlightening... I strive to be as funny as she is. Truly the funniest person I have ever had the privilege of knowing. And thank GOD that she is my bestest friend. I am blessed.

I guess that my blogs don't have to be really, really long and insightful. Just basics would be alright. So, what the hey??

So, I am going to do my best and try to do this better. Think positively for me and maybe I can get some good vibes and write something clever and hysterical!!! Yeah, right.... Who am I kidding???

Please Forgive me!!

This blog is 100% devoted to my friend Christy in an attempt to apologize. Christy is an old friend from our Chi-O days who I lost touch with but now she moved back to Ada and we get to see each other a lot more.

Christy opened a store called The Brown Box that is on Main Street right next to Papa Gjorgjio's #1. I love this store and Christy you know I do based off how much I spend in there. When I made the comment in a previous blog about having nowhere to shop, I truly meant for clothes for myself. Now if I were an infant aged 0-12 months, it would definitely be the best place in town, hands down.

I have bought so much stuff down there and then stuffed it in my purse so that I could sneak it in. Between her Tyler Candles (scrumptious), her pottery, her headbands, her purses, her jewelry and so many other things. How many baby showers have I relied on you for?? I don' know how else to say, "I'M SORRY." I hope that worked..

So, the parents left this morning and so far, so good. I think with my guard dogs to protect me, all will be well with the world. So, I am going to curl up on my couch with my drink and hopefully fall fast asleep into never, never, never land because I have a bad feeling about the two Dr app ts that i have tomorrow. Wish me Luck and Peace Out

Today = good day

So, I yesterday I had my knee injected with some loverly steroids and painkillers and it hurt like a mutha..... But, the knee seems to be feeling somewhat a little better today. So, the pain and agony was well worth it. I told my orthopod that if things keep going down the same path that they are on now, as of January we are going under the knife (left knee replacement), he is going to have to get 2 anesthesiologists in there to assist with the intubation (needless to say, I am a HORRIBLE intubatee) and he could go to work doing what he does best. He laughed and said, "Well, since you have it all figured out, just tell me when to be there." I said, "No, prob doc" I love my orthopod and my PCP, they are husband and wife, work in the same building and I love them. First of all, she was at the hospital at 4:30 in the am when I was not breathing and stayed pretty much all day by my side. Love her!!! If she hadn't been on the ball as much as she was, we(the whole fam) truly believe that I would have died. Not a pretty picture. And he uses all the new techniquies, and his patients are in and out within days and can do therapy from home and not have to be admitted to the Rehab unit in the hospital. I am pumped for that!!! In 8 days, we (my orthopod and myself) are going to try this new thing where he injects synthetic synovial fluid into my knee. Basically, for those of you arthritis illiterate, the synovial fluid is what lubricates (haha) your cartilage in your knee so that the cartilage doesn't wear down. Without it, cartilage wears down and you have bone on bone action which is when it gets pretty bad and painful and downright makes me an unhappy bitch. So, that was yesterday.

Came home last night to find the cutest little motor scooter in the driveway. Dad broke down and got one. It's silver (so it matches his truck), seats two people, has a totally cute little place in the back where you can pick up the seat and put stuff like purses, bags, whatever in it. Mom, who two weeks ago was vehement about no way in hell was she getting on one of those. Well, she comes bee-bopping out of the house wanting to know if they were taking it to couples golf. Dad said, "Well, I am are you comng with me?" "Well, yes" was her response like what the hell was he talking about. It was so cute to see them take off going like 3-4 mph. I made them promise me that they would call the second that they made it safely to the country club. They were fine, but dad really wants a helmet. It's not law, but he wants one anyway and I am like "GO DADDY".

Today, we got up and went to garage sales for week #2. How proud are you of me????? I found the cutest little shelf (don't know where I am going to put it as of this moment, but I will prevail) for only $2. How in heaven's name could I not pass it up? It was a pretty unproductive garage sale day. Came home to find my youngest aunt here. She had come to Ada to see Poppi (my grandpa and her dad) and to take me shopping for my birthday. I really think that I am too old for my aunts to keep buying me birthday presents, but I sure as hell ain't saying no..... I'm not crazy.

So, she my mom and myself take off to Cato. LOVE THAT STORE. I was coming out of the dressing room and lo and behold their is my other aunt (mom's younger brother's wife) Now take into consideration that already bought me a pair of $29 earrings. This is the same aunt who lived in Arizona for most of my life and I never heard anything from either of them on my birthday. So, I try on this really cute little dress and everybody loved it. I loved it, put it the maybe stack and THEN looked at the price tag. For Cato, it was a little much so I put it in the no stack. When I was telling my mom what I voted for, my aunt Debbie was all into that dress. How much, what size, where was it. So, I thought she was going to get one for her. She check out and handed me the bag and said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" I was like but you got me those earrings, and she waa all, "But that dress was too cute, you had to have it." Hey, I once again ain't saying no!!

Then, mom and dad and I made the trek to Pete's Place for my birthday dinner. It was divine. Heaven on a plate. I always get Chicken Parmiagian and it did not let me down. Yummy-Yummy down my tummy. Anyhoo, it was a great dinner. We brought more than 75% of it home for yummy leftovers. It was great.

oh, how could I forget??? I forgot to tell you guys that my mom and dad aren't leaving until Wednesday!!!! Make a me a very happy girl! This way, they'll be here on Monday and that is what counts!Well, this was a super dooper long one. Probably because I missed last night and will probably miss tomorrow night as well. So, you are getting a double dose of me!!! HaHaHa!!!

Well, Ada had rain today for the first time in what seems like forever. I had almost forgotten how much I hated rain. Almost. I had a docor appointment (OB / GYN) to find out why my hormone level is so low. I was told by the doctor that if I did happen to be pre-menopausal then my hormone level would be very, very high but mine is the opposite. Then she started rattling off all these possibilities and I was like, "I think my doctor has already tested me for that".... So, she wants to talk to my other doctor so that they can figure out what next tests I get to have. Can I tell you how excited I am about this? Yippee, more lab and x-rays..... It's a good thing that I have money and patience pouring out of my asshole or I just don't know what I would do!!!

Even though I am on strict orders that I am not to do any online shopping of any kind, it was so hard today after the doctor appt that I literally about ripped out my pretty hair. Eddie Bauer and Vera Bradley were calling me like the couch calls me when I get home every day. But, I prevailed. Granted, there are 11 things in my shopping bag, but I did not make it to the "Begin Checkout" screen. I was very proud. Now, last time I gave in to temptation (damn you shopping gods!!!) I had it mailed to my hairdresser's shop and no one was the wiser. It was make-up from Sephora so it was very easy to hide in my purse. OG is used to me doing this (hello, Christmas time) This was a while ago and next time I have decided to use my wonderful, dear friend Candy's house because she is also an avid online shopper. When you live in towns that have nowhere to shop, you have to revert to the world wide web. LOVE IT!!! I can be lazy and shop at the same time. My two favorite things....

Ok, Big Brother is over, Jessie is out and I am a happy camper. Muscled up, steroid using, cocky son of a monkey lover needed to go home. He was so sure of himself that his time was up. Of course, he got all mad at Dan but he didn't know that America told Dan to vote for Jessie. It was not his choice, meat head!!! Of course, now I really can't stand Michelle. She's getting on my last nerve.

I am off to my happy place, my bed. I get all happy just thinking about it. I love my bed. It's my haven, I can hide under the covers and pretend like when I was a little girl that no one saw me and that I was invisible!!!

Oh, and Kim... totally sad to hear that guy died! That is such a good movie and it wouldn't have been so good had it not been for the song. I remember us watching that movie over and over and over and over!!!! good times.....

Candy kisses and good night wishes!!!

Toot-toot

Not much to say tonight. Went to work, had a meeting which went very well, worked a lot, came home to find out that my father wants to get one of those little motor scooter thing a ma bobs so that he can save $$ on gas. It's quite comical the thought of him driving down the road on a scooter with his little helmet. Cracks the shit out of me.

My parents are leaving Sunday and going to Houston for a week. Not to mention that my birthday is Monday and they will totally be missing it but that's really ok. What's another year, right? Every since my grandmother died on my 30th birthday, birthdays just haven't been the same. Plus I am the biggest 31 almost 32 loser that I know, so I don't need a reminder that another year has passed. But I am a little worried about the whole PTSD thing. I will be alone in this house for 5 days with no one but my dogs. And although I do think they are super smart doggies, I don't think that they can call 911 when/if I flip out, go back into failure and can't breathe. I know, I know, the odds of that actually happening are rare. I told my doctor that either she needs to sleep over for the week or I need to go over to her house. Her choice! Either is fine with me. I don't know why I am being such an idiot about this. I just need to grow up and get on with it. And I tell myself that every time I have an episode, but it doesn't help. Telling yourself that you are crazy does not make you any less crazy. I have tons of people that I can call and my next door neighbor is a nurse for crying out loud, but it is still really scary and it will be a good test for me. If I can make it through this, I can make it through anything. If I wasn't up to my eyeballs in work that I am behind on for missing 2 months, then I would be going with the parentals. Which would make me very happy. But, duty calls and I am the only one that can answer the damn phone. So, I need all of your thoughts and prayers and good vibes next week. I am officially sending out the SOS.

Anyhoo, I am tired and want to go lay down and look at magazines so I am getting off of here. Love to all and talk at ya soon!!!

Who knew garage sales could be fun?

I know, I know, It's been a couple of days. What can I say? I forgot and when I did remember, I couldn't bring myself to go to the computer. So, here is the last couple of days in a nutshell. Saturday, got a wild hair up my bumhole and went garage sale-ing with the parentals. Mom had the list all ready in order of addresses, which ones were closest to which ones were farthest. First two totally sucked, lots of baby clothes that were stained and had holes. C'mon people, really!!!! Then we went to one in Norris Hills and I am thinking, "Maybe this one has possibility, it's in a good neighborhood and by the Country Club" The first thing I find is a pair of white capris from STEVE AND BARRY'S. I had hit the mother load. And they were even in my size. Couldn't be any better. I was so pumped. Got a GAP shirt and had an armful of Gap dress shirts but I decided against all the others and just got a couple. There was one that I wanted to get my dad really bad. It had this little ole man on it and it said, "I'm Jack Schitt. If anything happens to you and you need law help, just tell them you know Jack Schitt." I was rolling. Only in Oklyhomey. It was hilarious. Then I went to another one by myself and got two Nike shirts with $24 tags still on them for $1. It was like the clouds opened up and the sun shone right down on me.

My mom and dad had to be in a couples golf tournament and had to be at the country club like an hour before the thing started because they had to get everything "together". It takes you an hour to get your cart, get your water and put your clubs in the back of the cart? It takes 5 minutes to do that, they wanted to socialize and they know it. I dressed them and they had on matching outfits. Cutest little parents I have ever seen. Dad had on a sage green shirt with white shorts. Mom had a sage green/white shirt with a sage green "skort" (these things are huge with the female golfing community. Whatever. Mom had on a matching visor and socks. I was so proud I had to take their picture. They matched on Sunday too by the way and were not as equally cute, but still pretty damn cute. So, it was only like 8:00am by this time and I was like, are you kidding???? All that garage sale-ing and it is only 8:00?????? I technically should still be asleep. WTF????

So, I went home, back to bed for a little bit, then my room got really bright (I have shitty blinds) and the sun was shining right on my face. SUCK!!! So, I started my own garage sale stack. Went through all drawers and closets and got stacks and stacks and stacks of crap that I want to sell so I can get some $$$$ so I can make a certain trip to Oregon to see my bestest friend, her sweet baby and her awesome husband. See, Kim I am trying!!!

That's all, folks. Sorry it took me a while to come back. Been a long week not to mention tiring.... Loves and kisses to all!!

Neighborhood Whore

Well, we all have one. The one girl in the neighborhood that when you see her coming towards you, it's like "RUN FOR SHELTER." It's time I talked about mine. She has now resorted to having so many men just sit around her and follow her around just wanting some attention. Some of the "suitors" have even scared away some of the others....

Here's the key. I will keep her name anonymous for everyone's safety. "Mandy" is a weinie dog. HaHa!!! Seriously, this little bitch (and I can say that because she is one) is in heat and it's like brothel city around here. She is totally ruining the reputation of the neighborhood. Thank goodness that my boys got the snip, snip and they could care less what she is doing and with who. Now, she's a weinie dog and scares the living shit out of my dogs. This little whore will come into our yard and when we let the boys out, she will bark at them until they run back to the front door saying, "We really don't have to go to the bathroom, we were just pretending!" Well, now there are boy dogs from everywhere, dogs we've never seen and dogs that are neighborhood dogs just hanging around waiting for this little bitch. I sat my boys down and explained that this is the kind of girl they don't want to have anything to do with because hell she could give them the clap or something!!!! Do dogs get clap? Anyway, some sort of doggie STD. Day before yesterday, picture this.... "Mandy" the weinie dog was getting it on with.......... are you ready for it.........ready....................... A DAMN ASS LARGE BLACK LAB!!!! Now I am not a genius, but I really don't see how that can happen. She's really short with really short legs. He's huge with large legs..... C'mon, really!!

Ok, so for last night's entertainment, she was getting it on with the cutest little Maltese. I was wanting to rescue him from her beguiling ways. Then, the funniest thing happened. Yes, they got stuck. Ole boy couldn't "get it out" per se. Everytime she moved, he kind of hopped behind her. Then they'd say, "Well, we're here might as well make the best of it." and go at it AGAIN. Then they'd hop around a little, get it on, you get the drift.

It's very, very sad that my evening entertainment is watching the neighborhood whore take her pick from all her suitors..... The damn ass ugly dog can get a ton of action, and what do I get? A big fat nothing. Something is wrong with this picture.

So, you want to see pictures of my dogs after their haircuts. They weren't participating, so I will attach some old ones. I have never done this, so bare with me. They are good boys and don't go after good for nothing ho-bags......

First one is Mac, one on bottom is Patton, my sweet boys.....