I Am Drawn To Places That Have An Animal in Their Name

Great weekend! I got to hang out with two of my besties from high school. On Saturday night I drove into Baytown to go out on the town with Xavier, my best friend since 9th grade. We met in freshman algebra and clicked right away. He's an awesome friend! Becasue he always comes to Houston, I decided to go to his neck of the woods (my old neck...I've since had a neck transplant). However, upon arrival in the Dirty Bay, as it is called, we immeditaely headed to Clear Lake to hit up some hot spots out there. I've never been out in Clear Lake, but I can now check that off my Bucket List. The first stop was a place called Turtle Club, which really isn't a club at all nor is it shapped like a turtle. It's a bar. On a boat. There's nothing like taking a sip of beer and then realizing you're whole body is swaying to make you think you're drink has been drugged. I was like Holy Balls! What is in this Bud Light 'cause I am trippin'. I soon discovered that everyone felt the same sudden dizziness I did and that there was logic to it all. The boat was rocking back and forth. Whew. That was a relief. For a moment I was sure I was going to wake up in a black F150 with 3 tats that said 'I heart Ray-Ray.' After Turtle Club we headed to Bucks Bar, which is a club, and you will be surprised to note that there were no male deer inside. Disappointment, quite frankly. The club played hip hop music with the occasional country and salsa song thrown in the mix. At 2am they closed up shop, and I was more than ready to head home. I don't have the stamina of my college days anymore.

On Sunday I spent the afternoon with Miss Carrie, my bestie since jr. high. She and I went to brunch at Buffalo Grill...Hold on. Does anyone else see a pattern emerging? Turtle Club. Bucks Bar. Buffalo Grill. The animal kingdom calls to me. Anyway, Buffalo Grill was very yum. I will return. Then Carrie introduced me to a store called Francesca's. A store that I will now have to go to over and over again. They had such cute clothes, purses, jewelry, knick knacks, patty whacks, give the dog a bone. I loved it! There was only one mishap, but I have since uncovered the reason for it. I had a dress and a pair of earrings at checkout. The cashier said Do you want these? Meaning the earrings. And I said Yes, I do. Silly me didn't realize that June 21 was Opposite Day. Missed that on the calendar. When I replied with a yes to her question she must have thought Yes means no, so she doesn't want the earrings...(giggle) I love Opposite Day. It's so much fun! If I had been using my telepathic power that day (I turn it off on Sundays) I could have made my thoughts respond to her thoughts with Um no, heffer. Today's Father's Day not Opposite Day. Now give me my damn earrings. Then she would have totally thought she was crazy because someone else's voice was speaking in her head and cried out OMG! I'm Sybil! So it was a good thing that I didn't have my powers on. The sad part is that I didn't get those freaking earrings.

When I got home Adam was making a pot roast, and holy cow it turned out AMAZING! The roast was so tender, the potatos and carrots soft and flavorful and the juice delicious. My favorite meal of his hands down. Had round 2 for lunch today. OK, it's 10pm. My bedtime. Catch ya on the flip side.

Rinse Cycle

OK. So...no life changing event took place on Friday. Unless you call washing, drying and folding every sheet, blanket, robe and article of clothing (in the hamper) you own in one night life changing. I guess that could be it. I mean, I did learn that I could never work at a cleaners. That's called self discovery. Life changing, my friend. Plain and simple.

I woke up Saturday ready to conquer the quest of getting Lola, Dax & Harley to doggie daycare all by my lonesome. I mapped out a plan the night before. Got my blueprints out and outlined the perimeter of primary focus, the place where leashes meet collars--the kitchen. When my dogs see me go for the leash bowl that go ape shit. Just crazy. Lola knows she supposed to sit, but it's like she's so excited that her ass wont connect with the floor for more than half a second. She sits then jumps, sits then jumps. Meanwhile, the boys are dancing around me on their hind legs. It's a mad house! So this time I devised a plan. I put the boys outside and locked the back door. That left just me and Lola in the kitchen. A standoff. I reached for the leash bowl, and her club-like tail went flappin'. And the tourette's began. Sit. Jump. Sit. Jump. I put the boys' leashes in my purse, got Lola ready and headed out the door. Apparently she didn't care if the front door got locked. She was ready to hit the pavement. (She didn't make it to the pavement, but she did hit the stairs. Face first. Haha! I can laugh because I'm her mother). I said Lola! If I don't lock this door someone might come in and steal your rope bone (had to use something she'd care about. The flat screen means nothing to her). If that happens, what will we play tug-o-war with? So, she let me lock the door. I got her into the back seat, all the while the boys are flipping out in the backyard watching me and Lola runaway to paradise (that's what they think is happening). I then go over to the side fence, lean down and pick up one boy at a time, pull him over the fence and put his leash on. Sweating? Yes. Yes, I am.

We all get into the car, and as expected, both boys get in my lap. I roll Lola's window down, and we're off. Things are going fine...until Lola decides she wants to ride shotgun. She hops up front, and then proceeds to stand up. Her front two feet slip off the seat and onto the floor board, which propels her face into the dash. She's a bit stunned and quickly sits her ass down and stays still. I later see that there is blood on my dash (just a tiny bit), and now I feel bad. I check her mouth, give her some love and we're good. My little trooper.

What a relief it was to get them checked in. Whew! And I am happy to report that no poops were taken on the lobby floor. Score! I will say that as glad as I was to drop them off at daycare, I hated being back home without them. The house feels so empty and lonely (sentimental moment). 

On to a different topic. I am happy, no thrilled, to report that Silas is gone. That's right. He finally checked out...witout paying his room service bill, I might add. But I didn't care. He is gone, and that's all that matters. Yay! I have my face back!

Now we are into mid week, and I am anxiously awaiting the weekend. Until next time.

Do I Just Wriggle My Nose, Nod My Head & Blink or What?

So, I know I said in yesterday's post that my life would change today, but nothing yet...However, this day ain't over. I still have 7 hours to experience something life-altering.

As for an update on Silas (my annoying pimple), he is still hanging around. He even had the nerve to invite some friends over for a party last night, and though they thankfully weren't around this morning, they did leave a couple of their kids behind (tiny pimples). I said, Silas, I'm not a freaking babysitter! You need to tell your friends to come get their kids. And you know what he said? Well, you're babysittin' today, trick. He has no idea how close I came to jabbing him in his face with a safety pin, the bastard. Thin ice. Thin. Ice.

No filming this weekend. Kinda nice to have a weekend off...although not totally relaxing. Terminix is coming tomorrow, so I have to clean the heck out of the house this evening and then take the dogs to daycare in the morning. No one (of the human or animal kingdom) is allowed to be in the house for 4 hours after they spray...unless they have a death wish. Loading up those 3 rascals and driving is quite an adventure. They all love the ride, of course, but both boys (Harley and Dax) want to be in my lap, and they usually find some way to make that happen. Cool for them. Not for me. Lola hangs in the back seat with her head out the window, but she does like to test the water and see if she can get up front before I have time to push her back. By the time I get to doggie daycare, I'm always a bit flushered and usually flaunt a chest covered in claw marks from the boys fighting over who gets to be closest to mommy. Then I have to use my ninja-like skills to grab both boys and close the door before Lola gets out. I can't take all 3 in at once. I get the boys checked in and then go back for Lola, who I'm always worried will take a huge dump on the lobby floor as she has done so many times. Something about walking into that place just loosens her bowels. It's so embarrassing because once it starts coming there's no stopping it. I just have to apologize and clean it up...but when an 80lb dog takes a shit, that smell does not just disappear. It lingers. I cut out of there after that. See ya!

So that's what I have to look forward to this evening and tomorrow. Yay! Sunday, though, will be a day of PJs and laziness. Take that back. I have to go to the grocery store. Dammit!...I'm ready for my awesome, amazing, wondeful life-changing event whenever you are, God.

OK, so I may have over exaggerated

OK, I just looked at Silas in the mirror, and he's not as big as the pimple in that picture. He's half that...but feels that big.

Just Close Your Eyes & Visualize

Tomorrow my life will change. How do I know that? I just do. I have a gut feeling that it will. And in a good, no GREAT & AMAZING way! I even wrote it on my calendar.

I made a visualization board yesterday. A what? I said, a vis-u-a-li-zation board. Geeze! Listen next time. (Like how I have mock conversations? It makes me feel less crazy to write them out instead of keeping the voices in my head). Anyway, a visualization board is a cork board where you put pictures, phrases, magazine cutouts, fortune cookie fortunes, etc. that portray your desires in life. You post up the things you want in your life and look at the board everyday and visualize that those things up there are already yours or are already happening at this very moment. On my board, I have pictures I got online, a fortune cookie fortune I got with last night's dinner, some favorite quotes, Bible phrases, and so forth. It's pretty cool if I do say so myself...other than the fact that when it comes to cutting things out I still cut like a 2nd grader. How they let me move on to 3rd grade without mastering that skill is a mystery. So yeah, the things on my board are uneven-looking, but I think it adds character and says to the world, "Hey, I'm not perfect." I look at my board 2-3 times a day, and it makes me smile. I recommend everyone make one.

Oh, with a simple wriggle of my nose, I am reminded to tell you about Silas. Silas is the mountain-like pimple right next to my nose. He was just like hey yesterday, but I guess I neglected him so today he's like LOOK AT ME! You're a bastard, Silas, and you hurt like hell too. And he's one of those pimples that's under the skin, so you can't get to it. His location alone makes him hard to tackle (we all know who hard it is to go after a pimple on or right beside the nose). After several unsuccessful minutes of bending your nose are far as you can, you starting thinking Maybe if I just cut my nose off for like 30 seconds I can get to this stubborn ass pimple and reattach my nose without much blood loss. And then just when you have the knife ready you realize Crap! I don't know how to sow. I would never be able to get it to stay on. And even if I did it would most certainly be crooked. So, you opt not to cut your nose off after all. Instead, Silas and I are forced to get along until he decides he's ready to leave. And he's not even a good guest. I can't tell you how many wet towels I've had to pick up off the bathroom floor. It just takes a second to hang it up, Silas. So, I got that going for me. Maybe I should put a picture of Silas on my visualization board with an X over him.

(The below image is not me, but her friend there on the left is a great representation of Silas)

Just Give Me Some H2O & Put Me to Bed

Hmm...haven't posted in a while and feel like I should, but what to say? What awesome, hilarious or embarrassing thing happened recently? I'm too drained to think right now. Why am I drained, I heard you ask? Well, because I'm hot. No, not like Megan Fox in a bikini hot. Like clothes sticking to me 'cause I'm sweating hot. It's amazing how being hot can deplete your energy level. And the kicker is that I wasn't doing any sort of physical activity that would cause one to be hot and sweaty. In fact, I was sitting at my desk putting stamps on post cards for a client. It's just that Houston is so dang humid that it becomes possible to be sitting indoors with the AC on and sweat. I'm such a visualizer that I thought maybe I visualized myself exercising and did it so well that I actually started sweating...but then I remembered that I would NEVER visualize exercise. Exercise is the thing of nightmares. So, now that I am finally cooling down, I seem to be exhausted. PJs and a book, please.

Oh, I know! Me, me! Call on me! Yes, Sarah. Go ahead. OK, so Monday afternoon a headache started. Nothing too bad, just annoying more than anything. Well, as the day bled into night, the pain intensified, so much so that I thought about going to the hospital. I'd never had such a headache in my life. Nothing I did helped. I decided to get online and see what could be causing it. Not a good idea in this case. All this stuff popped up about fatigue, dizziness, swollen tongue, trouble speaking, brain aneurysms...GET TO THE HOSPITAL. Suddenly I was like, "I think I'm having trouble swallowing. OMG! My tongue must be swollen! Am I speaking clearly? A-B-C-D-E-F-G..." Then I felt dizzy. Another sign. After a few minutes of freaking myself out, I just walked away from the computer, drank lots of water and got my head pain down to a point that I could fall asleep. Low and behold, I didn't die in my sleep! Yay! The headache didn't completely go away until last night, though. Lesson: Hydration. My shoot on Sunday was outdoors, and it was an all day thing. When you're as pale as I am, you shouldn't just soak up hours and hours of sun without sunscreen and lots of water. So, root cause of my horrible headache: Sun poisoning (or so I speculate).

Well, it's about that time. Time for me to head home, relax and watch So You Think You Can Dance : ) Love that show! Until next time... 

If the Lord be willin'

Lots of thoughts spinning around in this head of mine today...Well, not really lots, but it's just been one of those days where I'm more conscious of my thoughts today than I am most days. I wont go into it all here because that's what my journal is for, but I will share a little.

Here in the past few months I've really delved into the philosophy that your thoughts create your reality, which I summarized in a pervious post. The basic premise is to think, visualize and imagine that what you want in life is not just a want but a reality. Saying, "I hope I get the job," isn't enough. It has to be, "I will get the job." You have to see yourself going in for the interview, kicking butt and impressing the hell out of the boss. The moment I decided to audition for Shut Your Blog Off, that's exactly what I did. Every day I said that I would get the female lead. I imagined myself in that audition room making a lasting impression. I did this over and over until the audition day had passed, and then, well, if you're an avid reader, my family or a co-worker then you know, I got the part I wanted. That really convinced me to pay attention to my thoughts and had a huge impact on the way I see things. Things that I used to believe impossible and out of my reach are now just a thought away. It's pretty incredible.

Some people might say, "So you're saying that God has nothing to do with what happens in our life?" No, I am absolutely not saying that. For me, this belief in the power of thought and my belief in God go hand-in-hand. Everything we accomplish and strive for starts with a thought. Before God created the world he thought it up first. He thought about what He wanted to be real, to exist and made it happen. So when I place my "order" so to speak, I do so and then hand the keys over to God. I don't ever want to be in the driver's seat of my life. That's where God belongs. His will is the only will I want to follow. Sure, I have my own wants and dreams and aspirations, but ultimately I want to walk the path designed for me by God.

I am not hear to talk about religion and what's right and wrong to believe in. Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs. I can only speak for myself. I know there are people who believe God to be an angry, jealous God, but I personally don't see Him that way. My God is a loving God who wants me to be happy and loved. He wants me to excel in life and enjoy the pleasures of the world, not run from them. He loves everyone equally, and I do mean EVERYONE. And because he wants me to be happy and to live my dream, then that becomes His will. He knows what my dreams are, what my heart wants, and if those exact dreams and desires are not where He wants my life to go then He'll take me where I am supposed to be and show me why I am supposed to be there. I may not be shown the reason right away and may be angry that I didn't get what I wanted, but in time I will see how important it was that I be there on that path rather than the one I hoped to be on...because after all, there are no coincidences.

Every decision you've made in life has led you to where you are now. If you changed just one little thing it would have led you somewhere totally different. Different in a good way? Different in a bad way? That we can never know, and it's not worth pondering because if you choose (and you do have to choose because God gave us free will) to follow the path God made for you then all you need to know is that where you are is where you're supposed to be because it's going to take you to where you're going next. That's what I believe anyway, and what a blessing it is to have such a belief because I never have to worry about drowning in any situation. I've got the biggest and most reliable floatation device.