So happier topics…

The weekend rocked.

Last week as we all know there was some rather shitty feelings going on. When faced with the thought of a weekend at home in bed, I blanched. I’m just not that girl, but I knew that if given half the chance I could become that girl. So I went to the museum, the only quirk being the exhibit I wanted to see was a Pompeii exhibit… in Mobile, AL. But I haven’t had any decent bonding time alone with my car since Gulf Wars so a 7 hour drive to a museum seemed like an excellent idea.

And it was. I got me out of the house early on Saturday, I got to have a great lunch with Mike at a vegetarian/raw bar place he found in his neck of the woods. I reached Spanish Fort, AL mid-afternoon and got some quality shopping time in at one of my favorite shopping centers. A decent dinner where I had given my self permission to cheat, but didn’t feel the “want to”. A decent hotel with really shitty soft water and a good nights sleep. Followed by a museum exhibit about one of the places I’m passionate about, where my only complaint is I wish the exhibit was bigger… but IMHO still worth my drive… not to mention a fairly nifty IMAX film about Greece (it wasn’t “300” on an IMAX screen but not all of us feel the need to one up the other *smirk*). Then I headed home and was safely home and in bed at a more than decent hour.

That makes for an entire weekend of me not being the lazy stressed slug that I could have easily turned into. There were many many highlights… for example –

The Drive? I will fully admit I’m an odd one. I love to drive. I’ll even take it one step further and say I need it. Driving resets my Feng Shui. A long drive alone in a car calms me. It gives me mandatory down time and I’m learning that it actually takes about 3 hours to really turn my brain off the “stuff” and enjoy myself. So about halfway thru a long drive I find myself finally starting to relax… I breathe deeper and I can ponder life’s more important aspects… like finding great shoes instead of dwelling on all the work crap or the life crap.

The Spanish Fort shopping center? I always find the best shoes there. Always. I get excited when I leave Florida and enter Alabama not because I’m finally leaving ThePitOfHell (well maybe that too) but because I know I’m 40 miles away from my next really great pair of shoes. This trip was no different – they are black with the cutest little ankle strap… and Sarah has already said “Oh Look! FuckMe Heels!”

The Sleep? I actually got a really decent night’s sleep. The hotel wasn’t the best and I quite possibly STILL have conditioner in my hair that won’t rinse out. But I slept! Like 7 hours! And woke up rested! With really strange dreams! Yeah, I dreamed what can only be loosely titled as “Winter Wonders: The Musical.” All I will admit is –

- That I play a wicked harmonica.
- That Sarah has some real soul in her to be able to pull off the Christina Aguilera song she did.
- The Bannerman Barbershop Quartet? Nuff said.
- 3 of our favorite Gleann Abhann Knights covering not one but two Papa Roach songs…
- and Big John? Does a spot on perfect Jay-Z impersonation. (which for the record is the second dream I have had in which Big John was playing Jay-Z.)

Maybe I should think twice about letting my Sansa play while I’m asleep.

Speaking of music? I’m going to go ahead and vote that 4 hours into a 7 hour drive on a dark lonely stretch of Florida interstate is not the exactly the best place to discover the newest “sex” song… but it did make the thought processes of the last 3 hours of the journey incredibly interesting… frustrating, but interesting. And for your listening pleasure? I provide you with that song, and tell you that if you haven’t already given the band Finger Eleven a chance… then you, my dear friend, are a slacker.

Finger Eleven – Paralyzer

Ladies? Obviously last time I wasn’t clear enough. So let me reiterate -

Boys? Are not toys. They are human beings with souls, and hearts, and brains that most of the time are capable of full functionality. They aren’t puppets that can be manipulated. They are not bean bags that can be tossed around. And they sure as hell aren’t snow globes that can be thrown against a wall and shattered into a million pieces.

Cause broken snow globes? Break my fucking heart, here peoples… which does nothing for my tough girl exterior. And you know how I am about having to prove myself. So don’t make me show up to kick your fucking ass just so everyone can see that damn exterior.

Treat them with some respect, please? Cause sex just isn’t nearly as entertaining without them and I get awfully pissy when I’m not entertained. It’s bad enough that I have had to teach every man I know how to fold a set of fucking sheets. I shouldn’t have to waste valuable time undoing all your mistakes. That’s time better spent having sex.

Besides there is still a few of us out here looking for a good one and we would prefer to have one without too many of your dents and scars.

kk? Thanks.

Something else I can talk about is my new apparent need to become a rabbit. You wouldn’t believe my current eating habits. I haven’t had any sort of meat in well over 2 weeks, hell I even ordered a pizza this weekend and it was vegetarian. And this week, I took it even one step further, all my food? Raw. I’m not trying to be a rabbit. It just kinda happened. I made a pact with myself a few weeks ago to cut out all drive-thru meals, cause I spend too much time in my car and drive-thru becomes too easy. It just isn’t healthy. Apparently my stomach interpreted that as ALL FOOD MUST COME FROM THE FARMER’S MARKET, but that isn’t really what I had in mind either. So I don’t think I’m doing it to be healthy and if I am, I’m so blaming Sarah and her health kick.

…oh… maybe that is it. Maybe this was all part of the mojo trade off. If so, it looks like I didnt give everything back as promised.

Sarah? You aren’t by chance having dinner at Sonic tonight, are you?

Update: My stomach just remembered that sushi is in fact raw and it’s okay with that. So I’m going to take advantage of that and go have a real meal before it changes it’s mind.

These?

SUCK.ASS.

’nuff said.