So here is where me and my twin differ. My twin sis,OxygenGirl, recently wrote a post about how she went on an outdoor extravaganza with her boyfriend. I like the outdoors a lot. I enjoy being in the sun (although you'd think I was a vampire with my pale skin), playing in lakes, camping, hiking. My sis did this with her boytoy and they fished and hunted a little bit. His uncle said he's had some hogs making a mess of his property so he allowed Mr.Buck to shoot them if he saw any. So Buck and my sis climb on up into a feeder and he's waiting with his gun and no hogs are coming. You know, they are getting a little discouraged. Fair enough. Well Buck is not one to give up. No, he cups his hands around his mouth and lets out a hog call. Yes, a Hog Call. If that isn't red neck, I don't know what is.
The absurdity doesn't end there. Not only does this crazy gun-weilding cowboy call hogs...my sister is rather turned on by it.
My boyfriend likes to fish. Ok, that's cool. He likes to go dove-hunting. Ok. Sure, why not? I hate birds. I'd enjoy shooting them too. I wouldn't care if he hunted deer either. It's actually pretty tastey. But I draw the line there. I'm not about to go sit up in a feeder and call hogs. If he wants to do that, well you go on ahead, honey, but I'll stay home and make the moonshine and slaughter a few yard-birds to fry up and serve with taters and greens. And maybe after dinner, we can ride the tractor through town and go cow-tippin'. Then we'll go on home and strip them over-alls off you and we'll shot-gun some beer naked until we're three sheets to the wind, then we'll call up grandma and she'll shot gun some beer and then we'll all go wrestle alligators...
ok i'm done. I believe my point is made.
Dear annoying lady sitting next to me in the otherwise silent computer lab,
Have you noticed yet that it is perfectly quiet in here? You and I are the only ones in here and it is nice and quiet and my brain is absorbing some important information. Just like a sponge. You know what happens everytime you say something? Yeah. That sponge just gets the devil squeezed out of it and now I can't remember what I just read. It would be one thing if you answered an important phone call. I also wouldn't mind if a classmate of yours sat down and talked to you. However, that is not the case. No, ma'am, you are talking to yourself. Do you know what kind of people talk to themselves? Well, lets see. Theres crazy people, crazy homeless people, crazy old people, and crazy attention whore people. Now if you were just mumbling I wouldn't mind so much. Instead, I heard "When are they going to fix my door? These people never do anything right." Yes, that's verbatim. Let me ask you, do I know you? Do I care to know you? Do I care about your door? Do I know what you talking about? The answer is "no" and I figure you know this because you didn't address your little whiny complaints to me, you addressed them to your computer screen...who also doesn't care.
So, annoying lady sitting next to me in the otherwise silent computer lab, kindly keep your complaints to yourself because in all actuality, not many people care. In fact, there are always going to be those few people who are glad you are having a hard time. So stop whining out loud, to yourself, in a quiet computer lab.
Sincerely,
the grouchy blonde in frumpy scrubs studying for her 16 chapter exam
HELLO 16 CHAPTER EXAM!
thanks, Prof.. Thanks a lot.
I got to my micro lab early this morning to take all my special babies out of the incubator!
First, I have Staph. aureus and Staph. epi. S.epi is hot pink and fabulous while S. aureus is sporting a bright and happy shade of yellow because it ferments mannitol and the agar these babies are growing on just happens to be Mannitol Salt Agar!
- that nails should be short unless they're fake then they should be a modest length
- smoking is bad for you
- you should hold the door for someone walking behind you, regardless of their gender
- you should eat only until you are satisfied
- chocolate is essential
- God is good
- you get what you deserve and everything happens for a reason
- you should always forgive
- "Better to be quiet and be thought a moron than to speak and remove all doubt"
- in drinking lots of water
- in being organized
- in being kind
- that we can do anything we put our mind to
- in wearing actual clothes to school...not pajamas
- that there is a time and place for skimpy dresses but daytime is not one of them
- showering in high heels makes a day better
- make up is not vain...it's a confidence booster.
- in working hard
- in being healthy
- that morning is the best time of the day
- girls may need to make the first move sometimes
- You meet your Prince Charming when you think that all men are absolute morons and you're ready to turn lesbian.
- You should be as kind as possible, yet cautious, especially to vulgar, rude people
- a relationship is a mutualist host and parasite interaction
- in being who you are and doing what you like, no matter how unpopular it is
- in taking long walks and longer bubble baths
and big muscles
and tight shirts
and ripped jeans
and a swagger...
HAVE NO F*CKING CLUE WHAT CHIVALRY IS!!!
I was just crowded off a curb by one of these popped-collar boys. I'm sorry, Is my shirt not tight enough, my hair not bleached enough for you? Do I need to lift my skirt to be respected?
My boyfriend has courtesy down pat. He should sooo teach a class.
Yes, I'm calling him Mr.Darcy. He picks up on the tiniest hint of emotion from me. He reads into everything I say (not always the best thing...but I can deal with it). He wants to have heartfelt conversations with me. He is proud. My opinions of him matter. He looks good in a suit. I'm out of statements. Oh! And he has dark hair, dark eyes and great, gentle hands.
Never the less, my weekend with him was magical. It all started on Friday when he got off work early to receive a new couch and love seat being delivered to his house. I met him at his house and made him lunch and cookies because he had had a very tough, crappy week and I was on a mission to make his weekend wonderful. I then helped him move some furniture and dust and reorganize so that there wasn't a huge mess once the new furniture arrived. I was just glad to be busy and helping him.
The next day we both got up early. I had to go volunteer and he had to go do work-type stuff. We met up later, had some dinner with a friend (Oh by the way, the Wendys in town sucks and the manager openly yells at her employees in front of the customers.) and then we got ready for the night. Another friend girl of his came over and then eventually Dan (angry man) came over. Dan had just got off of work and he looked like a stripper in his drill sargeant uniform. Apparently, Mr.Darcy thinks I use to have a thing for him but he couldn't be more wrong. If I wanted a 28 year old angry drill sargeant who quoted movies then by God I might go after him, but, on the contrary, people like that tend to annoy me more than anything.
We took a shot called the apple pie shot and it was AMAZING! Sprinkle cinnamon on your hand and lick that off first. Take a shot of Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum, take a shot of Apple juice, then someone sprays whipped cream in your mouth. It's freakin awesome. We all got pretty drizzy and I switched to water and decided I needed to throw up so that the room would stop spinning. I was in the bathroom for like 3 minutes before Darcy knocks on the door.
Knock Knock "Baby? Can I come in?"
"yeah sure!" It was more of a groan really.
Darcy walks in, gives me a hug and sits on the tile floor next to me and the toilet and proceeds to have a deep, meaningful conversation and I'm beginning to see that it's really pretty cute and not annoying. He genuinely cares about me and he wants to know whats going on in this crazy head of mine at all times. With other guys, I could actually see their confusion when I did something trademark of me...but with this guy it's different. There's the confusion and then there's his "ok, let's think about this" look and it's uber cute.
Our Sunday was uneventful and amazing. I've had a very unhealthy weekend and I plan to eat nothing but healthy, non-fat food the entire week. I feel like grease is seeping from my pores.
Did I mention my weekend was amazing? It was absolutely wonderful.
HE SAID HE LOVES ME!!! And I made it totally hard for him lol. He took me out on a hot date last night ( I chose Olive Garden cuz I loove it. He said he was going to take me some place nicer but is glad I'm easily pleased) and he started talking about why he likes me and he does this a lot so I wasn't surprised and I thought he might want feedback and of course it was all so serious, I had to liven it up a bit, so I said something funny and he was like "I'm...trying to say positive things here. Like...this is leading up to something." And I begged him to continue and then he said "And...I love you." and i said "I KWEW IT!!"... And then I said "I love you too" of course but I was totally embarrassed!!!
Anyway, it doesn't change things very much. I still want to be with him every night and I love spending time with him and figuring him out (he's a complicated man...yes they do exist.) He's a pleasure to be around.
Something else that's pretty humorous: My ex-roomy/wifey/partner in crime sent me an e-mail like we often do and she told me about one of her nursing classes. Now in this nursing program of hers there are these 2 cute boys, Josh and Robin Hood ( he looks a bit like the character, she says, "devilishy" grin and all). So here is what she sent me:
"so today when i walked into my nurisng class they had changed the
tables around so instead of rows, there were groups of tables (you know
like 3rd grade) well so anyways i walked in and the only ppl that i
kinda knew were the 2 guys (josh and robin hood) and i didnt wanna
just sit next to some random ppl. so i sat down with them hoping that
when one of my new nursing girl friends walked in they would sit with
me, so i wouldnt be the only girl. yeah no, i tried to get their
attention and say hi and those girls said hi but they went to another
table. so there i was with 1 super hottie, a cutie, and some other guy.
i felt like the skank of the classroom ha ha. i mean it was so
embarrassing. but then when we were talking and found out which clinical
groups we were in, (josh was in mine) and he was like "yes at least i
know one person, i know its sad but yall are the only ppl that i
know." so i didnt feel so bad after that, bc it turns out that we kinda
only know this like little group. so didnt feel such like a skank
anymore, but at least i got to sit with hotties and besides they are
really fun too! so i am a freakin amazon!"
And I found this intriguing because there is some weird socially accepted rule that you sit with your own sex when you walk into a room full of people. It just happens is most situations. I'm more timid so I try to sit by the meekest of the group or I just don't give a rat's a$$ and I just sit where ever I want but it's usually not next to a man. Anyway, I replied to her:
"So about this class. I think it's totally Amazon of you to sit at the
boy table! I bet they like that. What guy doesn't want a girl with big
boobs and cute shoes to sit next to him? You don't deserve a table full
of catty girls anyway. You deserve a table with a white table cloth,
Red roses and big silver dishes with a bunch of hot men lying down on
them with nothing but a dinner napkin on. And then you deserve for them
to say "Bon appetit mademoiselle". THAT'S the kind of table YOU deserve."
So I know a couple people from down in Orange, TX. I met them through LeftOvers a couple of weeks ago when we went to visit them...then turned right back around to evacuate away from Gustav. Anyway, they recently evacuated to get out of the path of Ike and this time they didn't get so lucky. As far as I know they are not allowed back into Orange and I don't know how long they'll be waiting. Bless their hearts, they are just a couple of really nice people with 2 dogs, 2 cats, and 2 rats. Each day I see a few more pictures of Orange and I just hate to think about how they are feeling at this point. If you havn't seen the pictures, it's pretty much what you would imagine...a lot of water.
Well, now that the waters are beginning to recede, Orange has another big problem...
And if you havn't seen the pictures of Houston yet...
Telling someone you're not that interested is tricky. The fact is...i was a little interested but I had just brainwashed myself into thinking that I didn't want to be in a relationship right now. I believe I told him that I didn't want to date. I just wanted to be single for a while, which was a complete and utter lie. Ok I admit, at the time I wasn't attracted to him but he was nice and I was enjoying myself. I just didn't feel that way about him because I kinda blocked it from my mind.
He told me atleast I was being honest and it wasn't brought up again. He walked me to my car that night and said he'll be on call all next week so he won't be able to go out and do much. I drove home that night, thinking I dodged a bullet. It was flattering, though, and I liked the feeling, but I hated having to tell LO that I wasn't interested.
The next day, I drove to Houston to visit my parents. On the way home, I kept reviewing the night before in my mind. I had soo much fun with LO and his friends, he respected me, he was nice and opened doors, and he didn't change around his guy friends. By the time I got into Houston, I was set on seeing LO again.
But that's not the end. Oh no. While I was sitting in Houston traffic, I texted LO. "Hey if you want company next week, I'd love to come by :)"
LO: "I would like that a lot"
me: "My mom is making ribs, would you want me to bring you a few? We can have a good dinner when I get back?"
LO: "That sounds amazing!"
And that was how it all started. We texted each other constantly and when I got back home, I set my bags down and drove right on up to his house. He was very happy to see me and we had a great dinner. He wrapped some greenbeans in bacon and baked it with some brownsugar and made the best greenbean side ever! Not the healthiest, but still...amazing!
We've been hanging out ever since. We've had a few quarrels and but we only stay mad for a few minutes. He soo loves me but he doesnt want to say so because it hasn't been very long.
So I have to come up with a new nickname for him and I don't know what.
Hmm, well I have a whole hurrican-filled weekend to ponder it. Oh joy.
