Monday, June 6, 2011

Wow...back from the dead. And missing my Bees...

I can't sleep. I laid awake thinking about my queen bee friends. How we used to sit around doing nothing, yet laughing so hard my eyes would spout water. Water of joy. The same eyes that now weep water of wet tears because I miss those times. Those girls. The laughs. The friendship. Of course we are still friends, but all lead different lives now. So here are some lovely memories I was just reminiscing about....

  • Burnt candle on the white carpet in the love shack.

  • Kitchen floors that slant downward at least 15 degrees.

  • Driving under the peach tree on the lawn going mach 10!!!

  • Wishing I had a mega-phone. (still wouldn't mind finding one:)

  • Having only a tank of gas and enough money for a 6 pack of Mikes Lemonade...yet still driving that night time drive down to H town for 48 hours.

  • Sleeping dutch, not because we had too. But because that is what you want to do when you live in a house with your four besties.

  • Having a unlimited supply of Mike and Ikes. (One of the only reasons I made it through church o-so often)

  • Watching movies in the front room on the ugly pink and white plaid couch with next to nothing of the spring left. (Now I think about it what were we thinking allowing that couch in to our home? It was my brothers friend. Haha sick.)

  • Making up poems late in to the wee hours and reciting them through the thin wall Liss and Kel.

  • Rachel keeping a diet coke next to the bed at all times. Waking up at 4 in the morning to the joyous sound of.."psssjjj". A fresh DC opening up. A sound the must be similar to angel wings hovering around. Especially when it is slightly slushy on the top.MMmmm....

Those are just some of the precious times that invade my memory at the moment. I truly love my girl friends. Two with children now, two of us without. I would do anything for these girls.

Love you queen bees,

Love me:)

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Random Shiz-Nat

Tonight I witnessed a bum fight in downtown SLC. Two homeless and one Mal-nutrition female. Obviously drunk. No...obviously obliviated. So sad, yet entertaining. They pretty much danced around the 90 pound hooker and took turns falling down. Not because they were punch with such force it would knock them off their feet. But because gravity and alcohol don't mix very well. It was hilarious. And yes I don't care if that sounds like I am a heartless person. The Truth is the truth.

It is nearly Christmas and I haven't done much. I am very poor. So I apologize if everyone will be getting IOU's in the mail. Seriously. Sorry. I truly love to buy people gifts too. The joy of seeing them admire a thoughtful or useful gift. Or even something so stupid and absurd-the joy that they wouldn't have bought it for their selves but love it none the less. Agh....I love that. Hence the reason I am going crazy due to my George Washington Crisis. He is MIA!!!

I had a diet coke for breakfast this morning and it was heaven.

I had a patient today that had crepeitus. His skin honestly sounded like Rice krispies every time I touched it. The most absurd sensation I have ever felt. I will never look at a rice krispie treat the same ever again.
( Crepitus is a medical term to describe the grating, crackling or popping sounds and sensations experienced under the skin and joints.)

Also it is freezing. I long for beaches and tans. (Or even a sunburn for hell sake!)

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

My Plight with Super Bubble

The sweet smell, the soft, supple texture, and that powdery sugar type coating: it's enough to warrant an obsession. One piece at a time is just not enough, yet the flavor is gone before you can twist the wax wrapper back in place and discard. And the bubbles one can blow? Excellent.

QB and I bought some for a friend who likes bubble gum, and I thought I might need to take home a bag as well. As I prepared my backpack for school later, I packed a few for the inside pocket to chew during my midterm. But, they won't make it to class with me tonight. They will all be consumed, tossing away in my stomach. (I swallow my gum as a matter of habit, But this brings up another point: who would want to spit out a piece of Super Bubble, no matter how flavorless it had become?)

The plight of Super Bubble is this: Will I ever get enough to satiate my need? It's like Diet Coke, but worse because it's cheaper, easier to pack around since it always stays the same temperature, easier to conceal, and the smell is intoxicating. Oh, and it doesn't make you have to go to the restroom 6 times an hour if you so decide that you want to go on a binge after a bad day.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Today I would like to pay tribute to my good friend "Idaho's" deed for the day. This small deed allowed one small step forward for woman around the world.

We have all been in this situation or one similar. Minding our own business, walking into a store, down the street, ect. And then you hear it. "Ma'am...scuse me maaammm. Do you have any spare change?" We see out of our peripheral vision a person, a person who just happens to be a transient. We sigh and take a deep breath in. Wondering if what is running through our heads will filter the madness out before reaching our lips. Most of the time for me it does. I quickly say "no", which is usually the truth, and carry on with my errands. I don't carry cash. Why? Because I will spend it. I will spend my hard earned money on useless items. So why would I spend my hard earned cash on someone that I do not know? Well, I often fall for their story and dig some change out of my pocket. But why do I feel so inclined to do this? I feel like I need a hand out half the time. Wouldn't it be great to spend time outside in the sunshine, having people give you money? Yes, at times it would be. Then I remember I have self respect and don't assume others owe me anything.

So anyways here is the situation that occurred today. (At a wal-mart none the less).

My friend "Idaho" is looking at some items. Man approaches and tells her he is trying to buy diapers for his kid but is a $1.50 short, "they must have changed the prices". Idaho just happens to have some cash and decides to help this stranger out. Mind you Idaho also has a baby of her own to feed and clothe. A few minutes later on another isle she sees this man hustling another lady. Idaho notices and follows him for a few minutes. He is saying the same story to other ladies. Idaho decides to approach this man and confront him. Good for her. She asks for her money back, and the man says no. It wasn't necessarily about the money, but the principle behind it all. Idaho confronts him for lying with this horrible story about his children's diapers to get money from woman who are alone shopping. How awful is that! He had a entire scheme. It is sad, and embarrassing. He pretty much runs out of the store. Hopefully humiliated and realizing that people are on to him and his scheme.

So now I may sound like a b-i-t-c-h. I feel horrible about this. And the song Moments by Emerson Drive comes to mind.

I was coming to the end of a long long walk When a man crawled out of a cardboard box Under the E. Street Bridge Followed me on to it

I went out halfway across With that homeless shadow tagging along,So I dug for some change Wouldn't need it anyway

He took it lookin' just a bit ashamed He said, You know, I haven't always been this way

I've had my moments, days in the sun Moments I was second to none Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do, Like that plane ride coming home from the war

That summer my son was born

And memories like a coat so warm A cold wind can't get through

Lookin' at me now you might not know it But I've had my moments.

When I hear this song it makes me cry. I don't know where these people come from, or what their journey in life has been. They may have been war hero's, are someones true love, had a loved one die and lost it. It is not my place to judge them. But I do. And I hate myself for it. But I also hate that there are people in the world scheming others out of their hard earned wages.
That is all.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Another Strange Day for the Queen Bees....

And so it began...... A somewhat rainy day. Two girls trying to get out and catch up....

But I soon realize that every time I am with Rachel I notice strange things.
Rae introduced me to this hidden little gem of a place. Not exactly sure what or where these bikes came from. When we asked the guy he said, "All over the world". Sounds kinda shady, but whatev. They had some nice vintage rides to choose from. Most of which were way overpriced.....But I did find a purple Vintage Cruiser! I love it. I still need to find a name for it.

After we left we went for a stroll around the Sugar house area. It is so gorgeous up there!

Here are a few strange encounters we had today:

1)Man on motorcycle riding on the sidewalk like a bat out of hell with the most ridiculous/funky helmet I have ever seen. It was strange

2) A very plump lady being man handled by her boyfriend who was 1/3 her size. It was gross.

3)Man with a bou-font hair due at the gateway. He left his house knowing he looked GOOD! O

4) Strange man at the bike shop trying to cut us a deal like we were in Mexico.

5) A house that looked like a shed. In the middle of other houses. I'm not sure who lives there, or how it past inspection. It was strange though. (This picture does NOT do it justice. It must be about 400Sq. ft. Shack on the left side of the pic....)

6) A nice man who we met on our bike ride who found out I was looking for a home. He told me his friend was selling one for $160,000 down from $300,000 bc he was in a bind and had to move. So we went to look at it. No, it was $245.000!!! Thanks a lot Franks friend. Thanks for fooling two Innocent girls into going on this chase for a make believe steal of a deal.

7) And finally a house with a Penis on it. Yes,I mean the anatomical part that is only on males. Worst part is Rae saw it a month ago, and they still haven't covered it up yet. Why? Why oh why would you do this to a very nice looking home Dear Penis House people? It hurts my heart.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Some Random Thoughts.....

Lately on my mind:

*Corn Dogs (I haven't had one in years, but lately I can't stop thinking about them. I even had a dream about a crispy delicious corn dog)
*Akon (love him)
*Cadburry Mini Eggs
*Carmel Macchiato's
*The Gym....ugh....
*Trying to process the fact that I heard a story (through a friend) that his friends mother once adopted a puppy and breast fed it!!! No joke! Regrettably this story is not made up.
*And also....same person who's mother let a puppy suckle her breast, brother whom is 22 still believes in Santa Claus.

Damn Kelly Pickler

So I have always had a huge hang up with Kelly Pickler. The dumb statements she makes, how ditzy she is, and her huge boob job. But in reality she does have talent, and she doesn't help my self conscious body image issues. Damn her.