Monthly Archive for April, 2006

lil’ bits

I may be in the scooter/moped market in the near future.  For reasons that are an entire blog posts worth on their own, and I’m not going there quite yet.  Anyway…

anyone have one?  do ya like it?

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Is it wrong to use those expensive “e2″ lithium batteries in an electric toothbrush?  My mom puts these batteries in my christmas stocking every year.  I never use them.  Everything I own that’s electronic is rechargabe.  Except my cheapo Crest electric toothbrush.  Which seems a waste of the battieries superior “e2″ power.  However, my teeth are now really REALLY squeaky clean.  Powerfully clean.
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awkward moment at curves.  actually, two awkward moments, both involving the same woman.  I’ve seen her there before.  But I noticed her today because oh my god, her highbeams were on.  Good lord woman, I can SEE that you’re wearing a sports bra.  Those things are supposed to squash everything DOWN.  and it’s NOT cold in here.  Do you have those inserts in there?  Seriously.  Turn those things down.

As I was finishing up my workout, I overheard her talking to one of the employees about the 6-week program, which is that diet I was on earlier.  She’s interested.  So I stopped to chat, letting her know what it was about…carefully keeping my gaze at her face (jeebus, woman, you are working out!  those things must be made of diamond!)  One of the things I told her was that I had difficulty fitting in all the little meals you’re supposed to eat, because I got home from work so late, that by the time I ate dinner, it was too late to squeeze in another snack.  that’s when she came out with this gem:

“Yeah, by the time I get home from work, and then shower…well, I don’t ALWAYS shower.  Because by the time I get home, you know, I’m not really sweaty anymore…so anyway, by the time I get home…”

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA…why on EARTH did she feel the need to share THAT disgusting bit of information???  Now I’m the first to admit, I don’t shower every day - not good for my skin.  But I ALWAYS shower after working out.  Because you’re not washing off the sweat, lady.  You’re washing off the funk that the sweat leaves behind!  Ew ew EW!  However I see that she is not wearing a ring, so I’m guessing the only offense is to her…I’m guessing…three cats at home.  She seems the type.
And another thing, WHY do people feel the need to share these little tidbits of their disgusting lives with me?  I am forever sharing uncomfortable elevator rides with people who have blurted out things like “boy, I’m glad it’s the end of the day, my corns are KILLING me!  Hahaha!”

What do you SAY to that?  “sorry about your nasty ass feet?”  STOP SHARING THESE THINGS WITH ME, ANONYMOUS STRANGERS!

This probably goes along with my dislike of going into the bathroom, and then using the same stall I just saw someone I’m familiar with come out of. 9 times out of 10, it’s OK.  But on that 10th time, I really don’t want to have to pass you in the hallway every day and think “hey, there goes pees-on-the-seat-and-doesn’t-clean-it-up girl.”  Or “leaves-a-floater” woman.

I have issues.

rednekkin’ it

at the aforementioned BBQ place which we enjoyed on Sunday, we decided to take advantage of the nice day and eat out on the patio. There was a large group of people also enjoying the nice day and BBQ together out there with us.
*noises of lip smacking and mmmmm-ing and chewing*

*buzzz*

Kev: damn fly *waves at nuisance fly*

*mmmm..chomp…slurp…mmmm*

*buzz*

Kev: DAMMIT *swats inaffectively at fly*

this goes on for a few minutes.

*buzz…buzz…*

fly lands on table…

*THWACK!*

everyone on porch stops and turns to stare. at ESC. holding her sandal. with a mostly dead, twitchy fly on the far edge of the picnic table.

ESC: uhhh…there was a fly…

other table goes back to eating.

Kev: HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAA! I can’t BELIEVE you!

ESC: whaaaaaaaaaaat? I got the fly! it was annoying!

Kev: you are SUCH A REDNECK NOW!

ESC: no I’m not!

Kev: YES YOU ARE! HAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!

ESC: I didn’t want to use my HAND…and you have to hit it fast and hard to get it….

Kev: HEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEE!

ESC: shut up.

Kev: *snort!*

ESC: I’m leaving it there, too. as a warning to the others.

Kev: HAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAA! REDNECK!

ESC: shutUP!

still here…

I’m still here, hanging on. Thank you for all the hugs and comments.

My prescription for grieving has always been KEEP BUSY. So I kept busy this weekend.

Buying shoes at target:

black and sassy sweet yet sophisticated

Eating.

Going to church and work.

Uhhh…eating. Sunday Kev and I went to a new BBQ place. Mmmmm…tasty BBQ. Kev’s chicken was amazing. The beef brisket was a little dry, but the pulled pork was good. And fried okra…droooool…

I made sure nothing I ate had any nutritional value. It was a rousing success. Then we went home and I fell into a food-induced coma on the couch for two hours.

Spoke with my parents, and then my brother. Who agreed to be Kev’s best man…somewhat grudgingly.

Bro: you AMBUSHED me!!

ESC: did NOT. Mom said she told you a while ago that you might be in the wedding.

Bro: but I didn’t think BEST MAN. I didn’t want to have to DO anything for this.

ESC: you don’t have to do anything. Just don’t lose the rings.

Bro: but I’ll have to give a toast. What do I say? I don’t have anything to say.

ESC: you haven’t been at a loss for words for 10 years, E, I’m sure you’ll come up with SOMETHING.

Because OH BOY, does my brother like to talk. Seriously. Sometimes you just have to tell him “E, shut UP.” It doesn’t help, but it might make you feel better. He actually spent most of the conversation talking about some rat-like pets that he and his girlfriend have and they bought a new cage because the one had babies and then she died and they didn’t really know why it died but then they looked it up and it turns out the food they were eating had molasses and raisins and apparently these things get diabetes real easy and oh I think the wheel on this cage is shitty, and that sucks because the cage was like $90 but I got 20% off and maybe I’ll just stick a pen in it to make it stop rattling and…

OH MY GOD SHUT UP!

see what I mean? And this is my hardcore tattoo artist brother. Talking about little rat like things and how cute they are when they’re babies.

whoa. living with his girlfriend CHANGED him!

Anyway…the engagement pictures are ready. We’re kind of “meh” about them. But neither of us enjoy getting out pictures taken, so that’s to be expected. Do not bug me to see the pictures. If you have access to the wedding site, the link is there. If not, you’ll just have to wait until we pick out the ones we like and get the files. Suck it.

still miss you

me and aaron

It’s been 7 years today. I still can’t believe you’re gone. I think about you every day, little brother.

What would you have been doing today? Would you and Courtney still be together? Would you have gotten your art degree? Would you be putting out your own comics books? You loved to draw. Would you be happy?
I miss you every day. I love you.

Intro

Beginning

The fight begins

fighting the good fight

Losing

Immediate aftermath

And then there were four

FEEEEL the love!

ESC: where are we going for dinner tonight?

Kev: I thought you were making bison burgers.

ESC: nah. I’m wearing a good bra. I hate to waste it on a night in.

later

ESC: where are those dinner coupons? weren’t they in your car?

Kev: I think they’re still out there. you can get them.

ESC: *sad eyes* But I don’t FEEL well…

Kev: uh HUH. dammit. *starts to get his shoes on*

ESC: OH! and you can take Sadie out when you go out.

Kev: godDAMNit. fuck. you are DEFINATELY going to be on top tonight. *pause* Does she need to just pee, or poop, too.

ESC: *big grin*

Kev: godDAMMIT. stupid question.

ESC: I loooooooove yoooooooooou