Boboli

What do you like on your Boboli pizza.
Tonight's is Sausage, garlic, olive, cauliflower and red potato. Washed down with my usual large glass of milk. *grin*

P.S. I really just made myself laugh. Really, I did. So call me a dork but I'm mildly amused by my funny.
So I am reading the blog, Misc. Ramblings. Kimmah is a teacher. For whatever her reasons are, she dressed up today as a notecard. She says it's an inside joke. Anyhow, I told her she could put on a trenchcoat and be a flashcard. Somebody tell me that they find this at least a little bit clever of me. Please. Because I laughed out loud at myself when I wrote it. Somebody giggle, even if it's just to pacify me.

Drive by post

I only have a couple of minutes. I'll be checking other blogs a bit later. But...Michelle at Sushi. And liked it. *gasp* It was a California roll with crab and avocado and carrot wrapped in rice and sesame seed and very little seaweed. I can't believe I got her to try it. She said she would eat it again. WOW. This is huge. She's a little poker playing, sushi eating woman now. I don't think I know her anymore.
In other news, I sucked duck ass in my football picks this morning. Only 2 wins. *snort*
But my Fantasy team did very well for me this morning.
Okay, off to do things, including watching my 49ers also suck duck ass.
Here's a picture of my husband.

Halloween drunk post

How I managed to upload, download and post these pics is beyond me. This outfit puts about 30lbs on me. I could stand to lose a few pounds but these pictures make me look even bigger. *sigh* Anyhow...
Michelle is the Zombie, her cousin, Christine is Marilyn and her sister, Rachel is Heidi.
We went to a bar in San Francisco where Christine's cousin played in a cover band of Joan Jett. There was also a cover band of Devo and The Ramones. All very good bands. I had two different hot chicks hit on me. One looked like Kate Winslet (who I have a thing for) and unfortunately we were leaving when she was trying to get me to dance with her. Michelle said she would have let me make out with her if we had stayed. There's nothing better for the ego than having a straight chick hit on you and tell you that she is straight but would like to dance and make out with you. I didn't know we were leaving when this chick came up to me and I was on my way to the dance floor with her Christine yanked me out of the bar. She had a great rack. I hate to be disrespectful of her but I don't think she cared. She kept shoving those things in my face and kept telling me that she was perfectly fine with me being gay. Damn tease. Anyhow drank too many Cosmos and tomorrow (today?) will consist of football, laundry and nursing hangovers.

Insomnia sucks

Twas a Saturday morning and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring...
And I'm wide fucking awake. Notice the time? *sigh*

Give me an O!!!

Give me a Yeah!!! Give me an O, yeah!!!! What does that spell?

Ohhh, look at the time. I need to grab a smoke and an Almond Joy and a cocktail before Survivor starts.

Doans backpain pills

Do not work. Not even with vodka. Just sayin.

Ouch

Make my back better. I can barely move today. It's my entire lower back. Waaaah. Michelle put some old people cream on it last night and I took a pain killer which knocked me out but today it hurts worse than yesterday. *sigh*

Tell Michelle to say yes

*crosses fingers* Michelle is thinking about letting us go to Glow's wedding reception. I have to be extra nice for awhile. Everybody send the yes vibes to Michelle, please.

Not much to update

Nothing to update. Nothing new and witty. Glow wanted an update so I guess she was tired of the other post being there. *pout* But I have nothing new to discuss today.
Except for the fact that my boys are lagging at work. No half n half for my coffee this morning. I'm not so much fully awake yet.

Halloween

First off though: Why aren't the comments working on all the blogs. I notice that I can comment but it doesn't update the number of comments. Some blogs show zero comments but if you click on comments it shows the actual comment. I notived the counts were off in augie's, Nutzy's and another friend of mine who has a blog. I think a couple of others too. Weird.
Anyhow,

We are going to a costume party next weekend in San Francisco. Help me decide. Do I go as a pirate wench or do I go as a badgirl cowgirl or do I go as a zombie?
Pirate wench has a low cut top and a highcut lower part and is red and black and involves fishnet.

Cowgirl involves tight jeans, snakeskin boots and a low cut shirt with pushup bra.

Zombie involves lots of facepaint and torn clothes.


On another note: I have another decision to make.
For my birthday, Michelle said that she would take me out for dinner after work if I wanted.
OR I could be waiting at home for her when she gets home from work and I could be wearing what she calls my new birthday outfit that she bought for me today. It's matching undies and bra. Black with pinstripes. The bra straps are lace and there is a little pushup action going on and the matching panties have the same pinstripes with a little bowtie in the front and the back has lace ties to adjust the fit.
So, dinner and drinks with the possibility of sex or just right to sex with the possibility of dinner?
Hmmmmm, that seems like a difficult one. *BIG GRIN*

This is me sleeping

Just as I suspected. I was hoping to come home and sleep after work. But neeeeewp. Insomnia.
So I made a Bloody Mary. And I'm doing shots of Apple Pucker because some certain peeps drank all my Nanners.

Awesome concert

I was so worried that we were going to be late to the concert last night. We left the house at 5:30 and the drive to the Shoreline is about a 45 minute drive with no traffic. Obviously 5:30 is rush hour and if you have ever been in the Bay Area and had to drive during rush hour you know that this can be hell. Luckily our commuter lane is 2 person per car and not 3, so we were able to cruise once the diamond lane was available.
We made it in time. Whew. No good t-shirts that I liked though. *pout* I had to settle for a pair of boyshorts. *giggle* I've never been to a concert where they sold undies. LOL.
So I got my panties and Michelle got her t-shirt. WARNING: Non PC statement to follow. Michelle has an obsession with midgets.
They were selling t-shirts for two foot Fred. *snort* and? they were tie dyed. Perfect for Michelle. So, I got my panties and Michelle got her midget shirt and away we went. Off to the beer booth and then off to the BBQ booth.
Michelle has decided that country concerts aren't all that bad. Lots of big boobs. Country chicks love to show their tits. That was a plus for her.
We watched The Warren Brothers, they were okay. Just four songs. Then...Big & Rich.
WOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I love them. LOVE THEM. They were so awesome. I just can't say enough about what a great show they put on. I sang and danced to every single song. Every one. The poor old people behind us. They didn't even know who Big & Rich were but they were enjoying watching us have a good time. I am so sore today and my froat hurts. I did a lot of screaming and singing and woo hooing.
Brooks & Dunn were okay. Kinda slow. I wasn't really there to see them anyhow. We ended up leaving early because I was falling asleep and I had seen the band I came to see.
It's going to be a battle to stay awake today. *yawn*

Yes I am blonde

Yesterday's M&M thread confused me muchly. Augie and Star and Glow were using everyone else's siggies. So as a joke, I PMed Ayak and told him that it would be funny to go into that thread and give Augie a warning about bashing me. Told him how I had told her that I hit alert.
This morning, I go there and I see that Ayak had posted. You know how sometimes you click on the wrong name, either right above or right below the name you meant to click?
Anyhow, I thought I clicked on Ayak's post, I see the Ayak siggie and his response is something to the effect of "Augie is funny blah blah blah" So I responded with a snort and a damn you because I thought he had turned the tables on me. I think to myself "self, that Ayak has a funny sense of humor"
I go back to that thread again and I notice that right under Ayak's post is an Augie post and THEN my post. How could this be? I responded to Ayak. I open it fully and realize that Augie was impersonating Ayak and he did in fact give her a warning. ( A fake one of course).
To make it worse, I emailed Glow and Augie and told them to go and look how Ayak had doublecrossed me.
I've been had by Augie again. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

As an aside: I'm going to see Big & Rich and Brooks & Dunn tonight. Woooo Hoooo. I'l be doin the boot scootin boogie

Not for Luna

Okay, I don't have much to update. I've sorta ended up in a bummer mood today.
So, when I was in highschool I played on the softball team. One day in my Sophmore year it was raining so we had to go into the gym. We didn't really feel like hitting or throwing or anything softball related but we had to be there a certain amount of time and I don't remember why.
Anyhow, the coaches that we had at the time, Aileen and Suzie (Suzie was a hottie) took our team aside and taught us a little exchange. Now before you get in a tizzy and wonder how they could teach this to a bunch of Sophmores, this was the varsity team and most of the team was made up of seniors. I was the youngest on the team at the time.
It is completely useless and I have no idea how I even remember the entire thing, but this is how it goes.
First off someone has to say the word Fuck. Once that is said the exchange begins and it is done between two people. Each line of the exchange is alternating between the two people. Ready for this totally useless and boring exchange?
Fuck
Fuck you die
If I die, who'll carry the mail?
I'll carry the mail.
Through the woods?
Hell yeah through the woods.
What about the bears?
Fuck the bears.
You'd fuck a bear?
Hell yeah I'd fuck a bear and I'd fuck a lion's mother.
Well you lion mother fucker, I ought to tie you to a tree and feed you Exlax for the rest of your life.

Then the next person says: Fuck
and the whole exchange happens again.

And this is about the only written thing I ever remembered from high school. How sad is that.

I did it

I couldn't resist. I have no self control. Really. Well, almost none but that's another story for another blog. *grin*
Anyhow, I just couldn't resist giving Skiver some advice about Vegas. I mean come on. It's Vegas. That is MY town. Nobody knows Vegas as well as I do. My license plate is personalized for Vegas. I can practically name the casinos in order on the strip.
Mandalay Bay, The Luxor, The Excalibur, New York New York(MGM across the street), Monte Carlo, Boardwalk(Aladdin across the street), Bellagio, well you get the picture. I know a lot about Vegas and expect to always give my opinion when someone has not been there before.

Now, I do not care for our friend Skiver. But I couldn't help it. I had to give him advice. I just couldn't stop myself. I'm super helpful that way. *grin*

16 years ago today

I was working as a bartender at a bar. I happened to be on the phone with my Dad for some reason and all of a sudden he started to yell "Mom, Mom, Oh my God. Carey, this is the big one" and then the phone went dead. I had no clue what he meant until about 30 seconds later the building started to shake and roll. Afterwards we all ran outside and it was pandamonium. (sp)
People wandering the streets, no electricity, utter chaos. The strange thing is that our building had power. The bar was built in the original county jail and was underground and withstood the quake rather well. I tried to call my Dad back but the phones were dead.
I got in my car and drove to my parents house. What should have been a 10 minute drive took over an hour. When I got there, the contents of their house had quite a bit of damage. The house itself was fine. My Dad and Grandma and dog were not there but the neighbor told me that my Dad had taken them to city hall. My Dad is on the EOC committee and had duties to attend to.
So I knew they were all fine. My Mom was in Alabama and my brother was far enough north at the time that I knew he was fine.
Imagine my poor Mom. In Alabama, unable to get in touch with her family, seeing the news that our bridge had collapsed, our freeway had collapsed and the San Francisco Marina was on fire. She was able to talk to my Dad because he used the emergency phone thingy that he had but nobody had heard from me.
Imagine the Giants and the A's. Getting ready to play the world series and the stadium shtarts to shake violently. Must have been scary. I mention that because my Mom was watching the game when the earthquake hit.
After about three hours I was able to get in touch with my Mom so she was much relieved.

So, 14 years later, it's a good time to check the earthquake kit and make sure it's up to date.

That is all.

I? have created a monster

So after hours of frustration on Michelle's computer last night, I got her up and working.
My how the tides have turned. She was on until some God awful time this morning.
Today? She has been on the computer for almost 5 hours. Yes, 5 hours.

I have been grocery shopping.
I made a homemade marinade and chopped up all of the veggies and meat and prepared them for tonight's stir fry.
I have done 5 loads of laundry.
I have put three loads away.
I have cleaned the kitchen and emptied the garbage. For those who don't know, I do NOT ever empty the garbage. Never. It's gross, it smells bad and it's icky. But today I did.
I made iced coffee frappes.
I cleaned off the back patio.
I looked at my bathroom in an attempt to have it clean itself. I decided against cleaning the entire bathroom so I just cleaned the bathtub.
I ran to 7-11. No weiners today TYVM.
I also cleaned the catboxes. Another thing that I never do.

all of this accomplished while she sat with partypoker in front of her. She said today was a lazy day for her.
Ya think?

More randoms

It is cold and poopy here today.

I am craving a roast beef sammich, with avocado, olives and garlic spread. No Mayo. This is only odd because normally I crave prociutto sammies.

I do not like mayo. I avoid if at all possible. Except for in macaroni or potato salad. Then it's okay. But never on a sammich or a burger. Bluck.

I can not get the CMT website to play videos on my computer. Why not?

I'm going to see Brooks and Dunn and Big & Rich and the Warren brothers and Cowboy Troy on Thursday. I checked the weather channel and there is no rain predicted. Good thing, it's an outdoor venue.

I'm so cold that my fingers are numb. Michelle is still sleeping upstairs so I can't turn on the heater until she comes downstairs. She complains about heat.

My new favorite song is "Boondocks" by Little Big Town. It makes me want to dance.

Terrible News!!!

I went to 7-11 today before going to my hair appointment. I don't feel well. I think I ate a bad wiener.

IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!!!!!!!

Okay, not ALL my fault but I am getting a good part of the blame. She does point out a couple of other people but ultimately is pinning the blame on me. and I? could not be more proud.
Because of me (and yes a couple of others), Luna got locked out of the blog world at work for objectionable content. SNORT!!!!!
I really am sorry Luna that you can't read us at work. We can be quote entertaining. But this is such a badge of honor for me. Yeah, even Monsty's blog was denied but she thinks it was because of something that I must have posted in there. LMAO.
As wrong as this is, it made my entire day. She got hit by the three strikes law at work. Went to one blog, access denies, went to another blog, access denied, came to my blog, access denied. And she blames me. *BIGGEST GRIN EVER*
But I really do feel bad about her not getting to play with us though.
So for her:
Oh dear God..... this parachute is a napsack
I am not happy with the W.E.N.U.S.
and WE WERE ON A BREAK!!!!!!!!!

Uncle Fred

In honor of National coming out day I just wanted to post one of my coming out stories.
Who is Uncle Fred and what does he have to do with it you ask?
Uncle Fred is Mikki D's Dad and he knew that I was gay even before I knew.
Mikki D and I were friends with Jennifer in high school. Jennifer is my ex and my first.
I remember when Jennifer and I came out to Mikki D way back then and Mikki D told us that her Dad already knew. In fact, he knew before Jennifer and I even got together. I guess he could read us even before we could read ourselves.
So we were driving across the San Mateo bridge and Mikki D was in the back seat of Irving (my car back then) and she was wearing a 49er jersery. I remember us telling her that we were together and I could see her face in the review mirror. She had this look of complete shock and then she started to laugh. She kept saying "No way dude, no way" LMAO. Lot's of giggles and Oh my god dudes later we were out. Good ole Uncle Fred sure was proud of himself. I sure loved Uncle Fred. One day, maybe either Mikki D or I can have an Uncle Fred thread and tell ya'll about some of his funny funny stories.
So anyhow, Mikki D is the first person I ever came out to. *smooch* to Mik.

Happy Anniversary to me

Heh, my coworker just walked in with a bunch of balloons and some eclairs. The balloons say "congratulations". She walked over to me and I started look around for the party. "oooh, what's going on" I said. She said Happy Anniversary. I forgot that today is my 10 year anniversary at my company. They all sang a little song, we all laughed and now it's back to business.
I do get an extra week's vacation now and my own parking spot. Woo Hoo.
Maybe before I celebrate my next 10 year anniversary the company will be making money and I can finally get a raise. *sigh*

Sunday randoms

The 49ers are going to get slaughtered today. Why would the coach put in a rookie QB the week before a bye against one of the strongest teams in the league? Let Rattay get beat up and rest Alex for the next two weeks. How can he play after the bye if he is in a body bag?

Last night I blogged in my private journal about a past relationship. I thought it would be cathartic. I think it returned me to that state of insecurity again. *sigh*

The Blue Angels are in town. Fleet week used to be fun when I was young, single and dating men. Now, it's just a crowd of way too many hussies trying to pick up on sailors.

I want a new car. Either a Hummer or a new Mustang.

I hold Michelle back financially. I feel bad about that.

Orlando Bloom is yummy. I want to nibble on his lower lip.

I think I may be cranky today. I haven't decided yet. I'm sure the football game will help me decide.

did I mention that I want to nibble on Orlando Bloom?

It's cold here. Not East coast cold, but cold none the less.

I'm pretty vigilant about plucking my eyebrows but I think I still may go and get them waxed. Just to clean them up a bit more and shape them better.

Our new light fixture in the downstairs bathroom is very nice but it doesn't give off enough light.

Did I mention Orlando Bloom?

I'm going to Vegas in four weeks. Woo Hoo. I love Vegas. And? I get to hang out with Breezy when we are there. That's a bonus.

That is all for now.

Big mistake

Big big mistake.
Last year they tore down our mall to renovate it. It was pretty old and dreary and outdated.
It was called Tanforan Mall. Tanforan used to be a horse race track and then during WWII it was used as a holding camp for Japanese prisoners. So it has some history to it. Anyhow, they tore it down and rebuilt it. Yesterday (Friday) was the grand reopening and Michelle and I came up with the uber bright idea of going after work. It's been modernized and expanded and it's sooo close to us that we were looking forward to checking it out.
MISTAKE
Let's see if you can figure out why it was a mistake.
1. Grand reopening of a popular mall.
2. On a Friday night.
Can you say "Teen hangout"?

Michelle and I were two of a handful of people over the age of puberty. Two of a handful of people who didn't squeal when we talked, wore our pants up around our waste, didn't once use the phrase "yo, yo", didn't have our cell phone attached to our ear, weren't gathered around in circles blocking walkways, didn't have on a baseball cap (tilted to the side), weren't asking each other what time we had to be home and not once used the phrase "That's hot".
The entire teenage population of the Bay Area was at the mall last night. The only store that we were able to even wiggle our way into was Hot Topic and even once we were in there it was inundated with prepubescent beings giggling and sipping soda and standing around doing nothing else. There was a 20minute wait in line to get one of my coveted Mrs Fields cookies and I had run out of patience by this time. Just to get out of the mall and back to my car it was like rats through a maze.
So with no cookie and nothing to show for our trip to the mall we decided to go to dinner. Red Robin burgers sounded good. So we hop in the car. It takes us 30 minutes to get out of the parking lot and across the street to Red Robin. Once there, parking was hell but we find a spot. YAY. By now I am very hungry. When Carey is hungry we must eat NOW or else I get rather cranky. Well obviously every parent of every teenager at the mall had decided to eat. 20 minutes it would take until we could even be seated. *sigh* "I need to eat NOW and I am not waiting" Michelle knows better at this point than to argue. Back in the car. We drove around the corner to the Hawaiin restaurant where I got the BBQ meat platter. Once home I inhaled my food because I was on the verge of passing out, Michelle popped in her scary movies, I hung out in the bar and we were content being the old farts that we are. I remember when hanging out at the mall on a Friday night was fun. Somebody get me my Geritol please.

Road trip

Augie and I were talking the other day about getting away and touring the country in our motorhome. Does anyone want to come along?

Where's Rose

I think that alien spiders crawled up from under her house and carried her away. They are going to bring her under the house and wrap her in a web and make her one of them. I'm sorry Rose, I can not be friends with you if you are going to be a spider. Now if alien ants or scorpions or snakes or something came and got you, I am okay. So please be a scorpion and not a spider.
Please.

Where do you think she went?

Damn, shit and hell

Over in that other place I had what I thought what a perfect swoop. The "threads that will never be started" thread.
For some reason I didn't think that I had posted in the thread. I was browsing the threads and noticed that it was at 68. My quick little mind immediately thought Swoop because I hadn't come up with anything witty enough that was clean enough to post. And how perfect to post "I love the Swoop" by JV. He hated those so much. I really thought I was quite clever and quick witted and was so proud that I went so far to explain a true swoop and the story of JV to Michelle.
Well fuck me freddy. I had forgotten that I responded to Jen in that thread already. Wiping out my true and perfect swoop post. *pout*
I'm going upstairs to grab the Swoops that Nookie sent me and I'm gonna gobble them all up in protest. Waaaaaaaaaaah.
Yes, I had a couple of peach margaritas (the large ones) at Chevy's tonight. And? I burned the whole living hell out of my mouth. I had the shrimp fajitas, El Diablo style. Then to top it off, Michelle dared me to eat one of the super red hot peppers. DO.NOT.SUCK.THE.SEEDS.OUT.OF.A.RED.HOT.PEPPER.
It is the hottest thing I have ever eaten in my entire life. And I like hot and spicy food. My stomach is still on fire. Beware to the co-workers tomorrow. *quahotpoot*

p.s. Michelle is talking to me right now about her day on the computer. She talks with an embarrassed smile on her face. *giggle*

It's happening

Michelle came home from work tonight all happy and excited with a huge grin on her face.
Me: "Hi honey, are you hungry? I made dinner"
Michelle: "Um, yeah......they were calling me a snake giggle giggle*
Me: "huh? who?"
Michelle: "The people, those computer people at the poker table"
Me: with a big grin "Ohhhhh reallllllly"
Michelle: "shut up. The computer people were really nice to me. Especially after I told them that I was newbie. They were LOLing and N1ing and NHing me and they are really nice people"
Me: "Imagine that, computer people being nice. the next thing you know you will be flying across the country to meet with them and play poker"
Michelle: "One proposed to me. He said if I was that lucky that he wanted to marry me. I was spanking them at poker"
Me: "Some of them probably want you to spank them honey. Be careful"

And then she dropped the big one. the one that stopped me in my tracks. This coming from a woman who did not understand me having little box friends, me wanting to be on the computer at night, me making friends. This is what she said......................................................

I wish I had brought my computer home from work. I want to play poker and chat with my new friends.

Yep. That's what she said. All of a sudden, my little computer life is not so silly and all of sudden my little boxed friends may not all be nerds.
Oh how I have longed for this day. The only day that will be better than this one is when she comes to me with her tail between her legs, her head hanging and she says the words "Do you care if I fly to Whereverville to meet my computer friends?"

As I predicted

I drank way too much on Sunday and spent all of Monday on the couch. Hangovers suck butt.

My weekend so far

Friday night. I spent much of the night on the phone with Jen. Just shooting the shit and giggling. Saturday morning we got up and went to the DeAnza flea market. We went with Michelle's parents, her Aunt, her brother and his girlfriend and one of her cousin's wife. I got some good sun without burning so it will tan nicely. Let's see, what did I buy? I bought these two cool wine bottles. The labels are 49er legends and it has a couple of old timers on them. Very cool find. I bought some kitchen stuff and a new messenger style mini backpack. Michelle bought all sorts of shit.
Today we are meeting my brother in SF for the Castro Street Fair. My brother moved to Boston a couple of months ago and he came home for the fair. Castro is the premier gay neighborhood in SF and they have a cool art festival every year. We'll go and wander around the street fair, eat bad food, drink too much and hang out with my Bro. He leaves tomorrow and I probably won't see him again until Christmas.
Tomorrow we start to eat right and start our daily power walks. We need to get back into shape.
Hope everyone is having a nice weekend.