whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
I hope everyone had a nice holiday or Tuesday, as the case may be. I enjoyed mine.

I don't think I got to watch A Christmas Story enough times, though.

Maybe next year.
whiski_sour: (Better with Teddy)
I survived the week. I went to the Cubs game Monday night, ran sleep deprived for two days, didn't get to bed until after two in the morning two straight nights, and got a reprieve when the kids came down with the pukes so I didn't have to teach Spanish. The trouble is that illness cost me money and I spent more than I thought I would for the game.

The game was a blast. I went with my friend Harry. He met me there and was running a little late because he got out of work later than he wanted and then traffic was a bitch. Meanwhile, I kept walking around to stay awake. Despite a good night's sleep and a little nap and much in the way of caffeine, I was felt exhaustion creeping. Once Harry got there and the game started, I was good to go. Even though the Cubs lost, it was worth the lack of sleep to get one more game in. Can't beat 5 dollar tickets.

I did my second floorset. I had my own shop to do. It was simple enough, but I'm not familiar with the stock and the floor had been changed around so I wasn't sure where things were and I ended up going much slower than I wanted to. I felt dumb. I know it will get better once I get used to how things are done, but I still felt like I was holding up everyone. One of the other girls came over to help me and things went quicker after that. We didn't get out until after 1AM because it was a big set and there weren't enough people scheduled.

The next night it was just windows dressing and accessories. I did jewelry and accessories with another girl. Most of the girls I work with are much younger than I am. They're in college or went to college, most of them are/were in sororities. I cannot relate much, but I do like listening to their stories. They're amusing. And they're all very nice so far. They put up with this old lady beautifully.

I'm hoping to get some new clothes when I get my bills under control. I'm tired of looking like a slob.

That last bit doesn't have much to do with the rest of the post, but it's been on my mind this week, so I think it counts.

Cubs Con

Jan. 17th, 2012 07:43 pm
whiski_sour: (Cubs)
The highlights of my birthday weekend trip to Chicago with [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian are on my blog. In short, I had a fantastic time and I'm looking forward to doing it again next year.

Pictures from the trip will be up on the blog Friday.

If this is how I can celebrate getting older every year, then I can dig it. For sure.
whiski_sour: (Ooh! Shiny!)
Carrie and I went to Mom's yesterday for Hammie's birthday. She's ten, nearly five foot tall, and really into anime. She got a kimono for her birthday. It made Mom and I sing The Vapors.

Hammie asked for a giant cookie for her birthday. It came with violent pink frosting that I did not eat. Mom also got me cupcakes from our favorite bakery, half unfrosted because I'm spoiled like that.

The girls also got me a present (even though I already technically got mine at Christmas since Mom and Mark gave me money for Cubs Con). A new Cubs sweatshirt. Pretty soon, that's going to be the only clothing I own.

Today I ran last minute errands in the blowing snow so I'm as prepared as I can be for my trip to Chicago tomorrow. I don't relish the three hour drive in the snow, but hopefully the wind dies down and the plows can get things clear.

And then [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian and I party Cubs style in Chi-town.

I'm hoping to come home with a player or two stuffed in my bag.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
I'm a little stressed this week.

Had to make an unexpected trip to the hospital on Wednesday. Mom text me early that morning, asking me to call her. Now, since this is my mother, it can be anything from someone's dead to the Howlin' Mad Smurf wants to tell you something completely pointless. So, I called her to find out that Grandma (her mother) is in hospital. Apparently, her glaucoma meds were causing her to go into renal failure and she ended up in ICU. My aunt was on the way up from St. Louis and my mother wanted me to go to the hospital to keep my aunt in check, as she had a fear that my aunt would end up arguing with the doctors and get pitched from the hospital.

Mother also requested me to go because, though she wanted to be there, since her fear of hospitals was so well known, she was afraid that if she showed up, Grandma would think she was dying.

But I went and Grandma cried when she saw me. Yeah, that reassured her, Ma.

In the end, I had a nice visit with her and the rest of the family. She was moved to a regular room yesterday, and was sent home today. She's a tough old lady, for sure, and I'm glad the doctors got her fixed up so quickly.

In other news, I'm going to Cubs Con with [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian a week from today and I've hit my typical traveling IT'S TOO SOON I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME I NEED MORE TIME stress. I'll be fine once I get going, but for the next few days I'm going to feel like I have too much to do, not enough time, and I'm not going to be ready. I think Hammie's birthday and my birthday happening literally the two days before I leave is just adding to that stress.

In further stress news, I realized today that the manuscript I've been working on for the novel contest needs a lot more work than I remembered it needing. There's no way I'm going to get it done. I won't stop rewriting/revising it, but it's not going to work for this contest. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that yet. I'll look at the other manuscripts I have and see if there's anything I've got that's closer to being done, but I'm not very hopeful. I'm thinking this is a lost cause and I'm not going to be able to play. Not happy with myself on that one.

So, yes, by the time I hit Chicago, I'm going to be more than ready to rock and, as my family says, blow the stink off.
whiski_sour: (happy new year bitches)
Spending my New Year's Eve watching the Jaws movie marathon on Spike. The GERD is making it questionable as to whether or not I should indulge in any champagne tonight, but it will not keep me from the cinnamon roll cheesecake, that I promise you.

I'm not in the mood to be reflective. Instead, I look to the future and I hope 2012 is a happy, healthy, productive, and fun-filled year for myself and for all of you.

Be safe as your party hard.

Happy New Year!
whiski_sour: (Happy Thanksgiving)
Happy Thanksgiving to those celebrating it today. Happy Thursday, everyone who isn't.

I have many things to be thankful for and I'm thankful for them every year, but if I may take a moment to be sentimental, I'd just like to say that I'm thankful for all of my LJ friends. You guys are aces and I really appreciate having you in my life.

Now, let's go eat.
whiski_sour: (happy new year bitches)
2010 wasn't all that I hoped it was going to be, but it wasn't too bad.

I had some fun, succeeded a little, failed a lot, endured a little heartbreak, scrounged, flailed, laughed, loved, and learned. Good and bad, I'm ready to put 2010 in the books and move on to the next.

Bring on 2011.

Enjoy your celebrating tonight, babies. Stay safe and have fun.
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
The snow has been coming down since eleven this morning and while it makes things very pretty, the streets better be cleared by tomorrow. I'm just saying.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] katia_247 for the absolutely adorable card and to [livejournal.com profile] one_more_cherry for the fantastic gifts. You two are the best and you totally made my Christmas Eve. <3
whiski_sour: (Winner!)
Imagine my surprise this morning when I received a little package in the mail. I opened it to find a tiny girl zombie, a tiny boy zombie, a wee little T-Rex, and a little pink flamingo.

Thanks so much, [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian! I love them. They are truly fantastic and currently riding on my candy cane sleigh underneath my purple Christmas tree. They are the perfect accent to my holiday decorating.

Tis the season!
whiski_sour: (gibbs smile)
I'm blessed to be related to and friends with some truly great people who served or are serving their country. To them and to the rest of the vets, I say THANK YOU.
whiski_sour: (Busted!)
While my friends out West are roasting, I've turned on my space heater the past two nights because my room got too cold for me to sleep. Of course, I can be cold when I sleep when it's 80 degrees out, too.

But it really has been dipping into the upper 40's at night and that chills me.

In conclusion, I'm sorry you don't have any Fall yet, West Coast. I'll be thinking cool thoughts for you.
whiski_sour: (Busted!)
Carrie and I went over to Haley's last night to play cards with her and Diana. It was supposed to be an early night, but then a friend I haven't seen since probably high school, Amanda, showed up and we ended up staying until almost 2.

Man, it was a good time.

My throat and my ribs hurt from laughing.

Haley handled a bottle of Boone's Farm and then decided we needed to go on a liquor run to get another bottle. Had it not been for Carrie, she would have forgetten that her children were asleep upstairs and best not left alone. I'm sure it would have dawned on her before she left, but it was funnier this way.

During the course of the evening, Amanda ranted about her beer belly ("I earned this twelve ounces at a time!") and her double chin ("I need a hoodie"). Diana kicked our asses at Spit the first time she played it. Carrie and I ate most of the bucket cookies ("You should not have left them between two fat girls. I'm just saying."). Amanda, Diana, and Haley got caught in a downpour on their liquor run. Because it had rained in Amanda's passenger side window, Diana and Haley sat in the back, which led to Haley telling Amanada that she was driving Drunk Daisy.

After they got back, we had a tornado warning. Once it had passed, Haley got into the second bottle of Boone's Farm and started drunk texting and drunk Facebooking. She danced to Justin Bieber and generally made an ass out of herself, but to be fair, a lot of these things she'd have done sober.

In short, the evening achieved levels of hilarity that I've not experienced in a long time. The "hangover" we all have today (in Haley and probably Amanda's case literal) is so worth it.

I can't wait to do it again sometime.
whiski_sour: (Fishy people)
My brain is on one of it's bizarre jags again, and by that I of course mean more bizarre than usual.

Night before last, my dream was inspired by a mash-up of Adventures in Babysitting, Blair Witch 2, and SyFy's Mothman. The latter two I can understand since I watched them right before I went to bed (yeah, I have no fear of nightmares), but I haven't seen the former in years. Not a clue how it got into the mix.

Last night featured Uncle Jesse and Aunt Becky from Full House and [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian staying at my house and [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian unhappy with the prospect of leaving her car at my house because we weren't sure it'd make the drive back home; gargoyles falling from buildings on the square; and Harris, Wojo, and Dietrich from Barney Miller and me trying to blind velociraptors with these bizarre fire extinguisher things in this tiny room with no exit.

Yes, that was one continuous dream.

I'm anticipating more batshit goodness for tonight's sleep, but in the end, I probably won't dream at all.

My brain doesn't like it when I start having fun, too.

ETA: I'm disappointed that LJ's spellcheck doesn't recognize "Wojo", but amused that it wants to replace it with "Woo". Woo, indeed.
whiski_sour: (Busted!)
I have the worst time grilling hamburgers. One outing, all will be well. The next outing, I'm in danger of losing my eyebrows and all the skin on my hand. There's no rhyme or reason to it. I swear, I do everything the same.

I reserve the right to blame [livejournal.com profile] dr_funbags. She mentioned earlier this week that I was channeling her cooking skills and I think she might have jinxed me.

If I set myself on fire next time, you know who to question. I'm just saying.
whiski_sour: (Fiona TCB)
Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjunkie. I hope it was a good one for you.

Speaking of birthdays, my first birthday card rolled in today. Thanks, [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian. I agree that the shortage of shark birthday cards is just scandelous and greeting card companies should get on the stick. Heh. The cupcake was sweet compensation, though.

In other news, my extra user icons are expiring next week (Monday, I think) and I'm trying to decide whether to keep them or let them go. On one hand, I probably don't need to add another ten bucks to my credit card just for pictures. On the other hand, going through my icons and deciding which ones I want to keep sounds like stressful work and I prefer to be mellowly lazy.

I don't know. Someone ask me on Sunday if I've made up my mind because I bet I'll forget about the whole thing before then anyway.
whiski_sour: (porpoise is laughing)
I got the cutest kitty holiday card in the mail from [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian today. Thanks, HF. It really brightened my day. :)

For whatever reason, I am totally drained tonight. Since Castle is a re-run, I'm totally getting into my PJs, making some hot chocolate, and going to bed early tonight instead of writing and making jewelry for my nieces.

Yeah, I say that and I know I will flake out on my obligations, but I bet I still manage to stay up until at least midnight dicking around.

Because that's how I roll.
whiski_sour: (pleased)
Girls night was a blast. We ate. Andi and Diana drank. We sat out on the porch for three hours until we all started complaining about various body parts hurting.

Then Carrie called because some cop cars and a fire truck were down the street and we're all like "FIELD TRIP!" and we piled into two cars and headed to my house to scope it out like you do on a Saturday night in the middle of nowhere. Standing on the corner under the street light, pointing and talking, that kind of hicktown affair.

Turns out, it wasn't that interesting (hell, one of the cops left not too long afer we got there), so I called it a night. The rest of the girls (I found out from Mimzie) cruised the square a couple of times, checked out the old Dave's parking lot (the new cool hangout), and then the party broke up because, hell, it was after 11 and that's late nowadays.

After eight hours of questionable sleep (I had the weirdest dreams...weird even for me), I got up this morning and prettied up so Dad and I could head to the family reunion. I haven't been in a couple of years because I've been going to DragonCon.

I had a good time. The best part about the reunion, aside from tormenting cousins, is the food. It never disappoints. I thought someone was going to have to roll me out of there. So good.

I got to see a bunch of relatives that I haven't seen in awhile, though attendance was down a bit this year (speaking of relatives, someone has unearthed evidence that my great grandmother was third cousins, four times removed, with Zachary Taylor and Robert E. Lee...go figure). Had my picture taken I don't know how many times. It was starting to feel like the paparazzi invaded.

Mimzie brought the girls down and they had fun playing with the distant cousins they never see. I bet Smurf was asleep five minutes into the ride home. They played hard today.

Dad and I were among the last to leave, along with Papa, Aunt Jo, Nancy, Jake, Lucky, Sandy, Shug, Jason, Kelly, and Kelly's son whose name I can never remember. The handful of us were standing around getting ready to go when the sky finally opened up and we all got soaked in a downpour. Kelly had to ride home in it on his Harley. I laughed because he's one of the cousins I torment.

All in all, it was a good weekend.

Tomorrow, I don't plan on doing a damn thing.
whiski_sour: (stuck on stupid)
The sleep I got last night didn't really feel like sleep. I woke up feeling like I hadn't even napped. But I've functioned surprisingly well today.

I know I must have gotten some decent sleep because I did have one dream. It involved [livejournal.com profile] dr_funbags going to Chicago to see the Angels play the Tigers (why they were doing it in Chicago, I do not know) and I invited her to come stay at my house for a day or two to hang out.

Cool, right?

Except I already had like six people staying at my house so I was trying to arrange everyone so no one would have to sleep in the bathtub. Then I was trying to figure out how to get a hold of one of my friends because he was going to Chicago and I wanted to tag along and have him take me to pick up [livejournal.com profile] dr_funbags.

All in all, I kinda came off as a douche in that dream.

And I never made it to Chicago. Sorry about that, Jenn.


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