Today I received the Sharing The Love Award from the fabulous Dette over at Muthahood Crib, who got it from Stay at Home Mom, who got it from Spice World, who got it from Memoirs of a Mommy. Good Lord, that’s a lot of mommy blogs. By the way- if you are someone I’ve shared the love with, you don’t have to re-post all these links. I did it just because I felt like it.
Now here’s the 411 on my new award:
“The rules of this award are: SHARE THE LOVE!!! Share this award with all those blogs out there that you love. All the people who make you smile. All those that make you laugh. All those that make your day. All those that leave uplifting comments on your blog. **All I ask, is that you include a link to this post with the award and ask your recipient to do the same**
As you may have recently seen on my side bar, I have finally created a custom blog award!! I have wanted to do this for a long time but never came up with something that “fit”. I didn’t want just anything. It had to be something that meant something to me. And what could mean more than Sharing the Love by giving you pieces of my heart??
So I created this award in Honor Of The Donor That Saved Noah’s Life. I share this award with those of you whose love and friendship have enriched my life and made my world a better place.
I hope by passing this award around the blogging world we can all help raise awareness of the need for Organ Donation.”
Thank you so very much, Dette, for sharing the love with me!
And now I’d like to pass on the love to a few bloggers who make even my hangover days better.
Fashion Paramedic
We Sleep for Dreaming
An Alien Mind
Thinking Out Loud
I Do Things
Drowsey Monkey
Thoughtprints
Peace and free love.
I don’t usually go out on Saturday nights, but last night at work was brutal and I needed a beer and a shot (or several). Luckily, BFF was available to join me. So late last night we headed to our local restaurant/bar and had at it. Several other friends joined us and we ended up having a lot of fun. Yay us.
I saw Vanilla Ice and Scrubs, but didn’t pay attention to either of them. Vanilla bailed as soon as I hit the patio, which I thought was interesting. I feel kind of bad about the way I treated Scrubs, being that he’s so ridiculously nice, but I wasn’t in the mood. He said hello as I was moving to another patio and I barely acknowledged him and kept walking. Rude. Oh well, I can’t blow butterflies up everyone’s ass all the time.
Surprisingly, Vanilla Ice thought booty calling me at 4 a.m. was a good idea. Luckily, I was super asleep and didn’t hear the call. When I woke up this morning, however, I promptly sent him a text telling him that his number was deleted and he should do the same with mine. He wasn’t pleased with that and called me immediately, but I sent him to voice mail. Then he started texting me asking why and what was wrong. I simply told him that my “booty call” days were over. Which isn’t exactly true, as I’m sure I’ll end up in the apartment of Stupid Cuteness again someday, but it’s true for him. He then insisted that being friends was a better option than mutual number deletion- so that’s where we left it. I don’t see the point, really, but evidently he has his reasons. If they include calling me at 4 a.m. again, he’s getting my foot up his ass.
Now I’m off to get ready for work. I’ll be heading out again tonight with BFF. Hopefully I’ll feel this good tomorrow, but somehow I doubt it.
Peace and adult beverages.
Today I feel like total and utter shit, but I don’t care because last night was fabulous.
I had some beers with friends, then came home like a good girl. Then Stupid Cuteness and I started a text-a-thon, which ended with me at his apartment. My squishy spot for him over-rode my otherwise questionable judgment. I suspect that will happen again in the future.
It’s unfortunate that he lives like a bachelor pig because his place ate my shirt. Then we couldn’t locate my shoes. I had to do the walk of shame, to my car this afternoon, in bare feet and a Hooters t-shirt. Classy. Hopefully his apartment will
throw up soon and I can get my shit back. Last time, I left my socks there. They have never resurfaced.
The potential revival of Vanilla Ice was a bad idea and I’m keeping him in the past. I’ve deleted his number from my phone and that’s the end of that. Until the next time he gets my voice mail at 3 a.m., anyway. I’m sure eventually he will give up. I’m too over it to bother explaining things to him.
I wish Stupid Cuteness wasn’t such a flake, but at least he can distract me until someone comes along who is actually worth dating.
Peace and crushes that remain.
EDIT: I thought I’d take a pic of that classy shirt and post it. Sexy, right?
I gotta work soon, but wanted to throw a post up first. BFF gets cranky when she doesn’t have something to read.
Well I don’t think I’ll be hooking up with Scrubs again after all. I have recently discovered that a friend of mine likes him and, although she knows about us, I don’t think I want to continue to infringe on that. After all, I’m not going to “date” him or pursue a future with him, so I’m gonna bow out of that situation. Plus, it seems my options are wide open as of late.
I got a call from Stupid Cuteness the other night, late. I was asleep, so it was a missed call, but it’s good to know that he’s still around if I “need” him. I’m not sure how I feel about that, being that I really liked him and his flaky behavior frustrated me to death. Although I did enjoy our naked time, I still have a squishy spot for him and that’s dangerous for me. He’s proven to be the complete opposite of relationship material.
And I know that I swore off Vanilla Ice, but we talked for a while last night and I think he might deserve another shot. (I hate that he’s so cute.) We went through a kind of back-off phase after the Scrubs incident, but he’s been calling me more regularly lately. I think I might see him tonight after work, but I’m not sure yet. Hopefully BFF will be available after softball because I’d like to have a buffer.
Then there remains Future Doctor. We still text, exchange interesting photos and email each other every other day, but with him still out of state, I’m not exactly sitting around holding my breath and polishing my chastity belt.
Off to get ready for work now… And I think I’ll shave my legs again.
Peace and choices.
They have finally redeemed themselves. I got a call back from a nice man, in the 404 area code, informing me that all was right in my BlackBerry world. I can once again, send and receive pictures. Hallelujah!
I was so fucking thrilled that I almost screamed into the phone. THAT’S how ridiculously long I’ve been without picture messaging. I was, however, so overjoyed that he started laughing and said he wished he were here. I’m guessing he wanted a celebratory hug or something. I would have totally given him one.
Oh happy day!
Peace and multimedia.
So I recently had a meltdown over Bakersfield refusing to perform wedding ceremonies for gay couples. You would think that once the Supreme Court had it’s say, this would be decided and final. Unfortunately I share a state with narrow-minded assholes who think they know what’s best for people they don’t even know. Because of them, we Californians will be voting on this issue in November.
My fave bloggy friend has published a post about this issue herself, as well as a link to the Equality for All Web site. It is there that I went and vowed to vote NO. Specifically:
I Vow To Vote No on a statewide ballot initiative that is intending to amend the California constitution to ban marriage for gay and lesbian couples. Gay and lesbian couples deserve the same fundamental freedoms that all Californians enjoy. I hereby Vow To Vote No on any constitutional amendment that stands in the way of equality for all.
I realize that this may not be a passionate issue for everyone, but as someone who has friends and family members who are gay and lesbian, this is a big fucking deal to me. And people who strive to take basic rights away from my friends and family piss me off.
Everybody matters. God loves ALL of us. And we all deserve the same basic rights of life. Period.
Peace and Equality.
If it’s possible to die from a hangover then it will happen today. It doesn’t help that it’s a thousand degrees outside. Even my dogs look hungover.
Have you ever had Tuaca? Here’s the thing: I love to shoot it chilled. And I either consume it sparingly, or I drink it like I’m going down on a plane. Last night was not a “sparingly” night. Last night I was on a Cessna headed for a mountain.
I met up with my girl Becca after work and we were soon joined by several other girlfriends. Some of whom had been drinking since like 3 in the afternoon. I was in good company. We laughed, we drank and we laughed some more. Everything is funny when you’re drunk.
I ran into Scrubs and we bullshitted a little bit. Every time I see him I get flashbacks of our night together and I then have to get the hell away from him. I’m 85% sure that I’ll end up hooking up with him again at some point, though. I rarely deny myself good stuff in general, so I don’t see why I should put a ban on the goodness that is Scrubs. The guy’s got skills where it counts and I think I should benefit from that. Again. But for now, I’m behaving myself.
I never did make it home to hang out with my neighbor and his Cute Friend. I fully intended to, but I was having too much fun being out in the world. By the time I was done with that, it was very late and Neighbor was in bed. Maybe they’ll hang out again soon. I’m really hoping so.
I must go now and catch up on my blog reading, asprin taking and water drinking.
Peace and high quality H20.
