Another crappy podcast! It’s been a while so I am crappy AND rusty… Bah. Show notes:
Starts with a fake laugh.
Test? What am I talking about?
Bitchy - holiday complaints.
Update on all the work at work.
Health - fitness - shopping - pretty.
Haircut drama.
Girls night missed again!
More complaining. Eh…
Podcast troubles.
Renaldo Lapuz.
B52’s
I voted.
Podcast guests? Shy?
Being cheery is exhausting.
Online less.
Send me hate mail or love letters!
Brothers Forever REMIX VIDEO!! (via)
Today I did something really bad. I turned on the forbidden air conditioner. Some of you may know that Richard hates the air conditioning. “It’s too expensive!” He says, or “It won’t stay cool!” Blah blah blah… All I know is that being greeted by a home that is stifling hot is not a way I like to end my day, and after more than a week of dealing with it I snapped. I vacuumed my way upstairs (like I do) to the thermostat and switched it on. I didn’t even think about it actually, until I realized I should make sure that all the windows were closed. Heh. It’s down to a delicious 82 degrees in here!
The best part was when Richard got home. He didn’t wilt or get bitchy like we usually do lately. In fact he became quite animated and chipper! I tried to attribute it to the AC but he denied it. Liar! With his tall tale about some sugar he ate making him hyper…
Whatever. All I know is that I am feeling cool, sipping a glass of wine, and got my feet on my foot massager under the desk. Life is good.
It was a long day at the work. I am a bit tired and moody. It is also very hot. I am sweating.
I am hot, moist, tired, and bitchy. Yuck.
We are also having a very embarrassing problem. I almost don’t want to discuss it. But I have too. It is vexing me. We have bugs up in our house. Or had?
Bugs! Fleas actually. Noticed them about a week and a half ago. Actually they were hard to miss as they were eating me alive. Flea bites are ugly too! Here we are in shorts season and my legs are covered in sores. Anyhoo, we properly freaked out and sprayed in the house and outside as well as chemicaled the cats. Seemed to make them fleas angry and a few survivors sought higher ground, namely my bed. So we freaked out some more. I laundered the sheets on the hottest settings possible, vacuumed everything, sprayed everything, and vacuumed again. We wondered where they were coming from… The cats? The outside? work? Couldn’t figure it out. Just as well, as it seemed to have passed. Until tonight. I felt something on my leg, looked down, and saw a flea. Dammit! I have no new bites, thank gawd.
So here I go spraying some more poison about the office. Richard thinks they are pretty much confined to this area right now. I, however, am pretty sure they might come home on my socks from work. Or Richard’s. Or both. We work with the filthy public all day in an enclosed carpeted place. I know that I have seen fleas at work. The brazen little things were on the top of a frequently used desk. Bastards! The bugs hop onboard and commute home with us to their doom. This house has to be pretty toxic to a variety of insects at this point.
Ew. I have to go shower now. And seep. I go back into my bug-infested place of employment at oh five hundred hours yo. (Is that 5 AM? I meant 5 AM...) I am wearing the OFF instead of cologne tomorrow.
Seriously.. I was ENTHRALLED with the song I heard the first time I walked into The Lamplighter. It was a moment in time that I will never forget. The music pumping, the strangely beautiful lesbian shouting and clapping… the cocktails.. *sigh* I had to have that song. I remembered none of it. So tonight we went back to the bar, Betty in tow (who doesn’t even drink) to recreate the experience. I took a dollar and played four songs that *could* have been it, since I had no idea what they were. The first one was a dud. A slow jam, retro even. Ugh. I was so sad. The next song however started off strong. I had chosen Journey, Touchin’, Lovin’, Squeezin’. I was sure it was it! My song! We listened again (on the next 4 plays for a dollar) and I was positive. We also heard some G ‘n R, Carly Simon, and other random faves. But then I got the idea to buy the ring-tone! I mean if I love the song so much… so I found it and downloaded it. Hmm.
It was not the song we were enjoying. But the bartender insisted through all of our jokes about a mislabeled jukebox… that theirs was a-okay. Huh. So at home, confused, and still thinking Journey.. I googled. I iTunes’d. I am now listening to my new favorite song More Than A Feeling by BOSTON.
Damn lying jukebox. But I still love that bar. I guess you’d say that’s one of its quirks.
So first I had to work. Bright and early, well not bright, actually it is still dark as I arrive for the 6-3 shifts I am plagued with this weekend. So work, work, work… Then I went home. My husband, or maybe it was me… someone was bitchy. I changed, realized I should have showered, pouted, and then went to the couch. As I was about to drop off into a deep sleep, Richard suggested a trip to the bookstore. He is obsessed with Hillary Clinton right now and had to get a third book about her… After that we were hungry, so he decided we should go to a Mexican place I heard about on the radio. The crew on the Star morning show are always going on about the perfect night out. Dinner at Jimmy Carters and drinks at The Lamplighter. So we went to Jimmy Carters for take out, and while we waited I INSISTED on a drink at The Lamplighter. It was *just* what I wanted it to be… Old, retro cute, kinda smelly, and filled with characters. I fell in love with the place. I even took a picture, as you can see if you scroll down. Heh. As we walked in this fabulous butch looking lipstick lesbian type was belting out this great song that of course I cannot remember now… It was a perfect song for the place. She was at the bar, singing, bitching about her shots not coming fast enough. The hawt blonde bombshell bartender brought her a regular sized glass of booze and a beer chaser. Did I mention that at 5 on a Sunday afternoon it seemed to be a total drinker’s bar. They made me the strongest margarita I have had in a long time. And I think I had the only fluffy drink in the place! Apparently they do karaoke in the evenings too. Heh. I’d love to see that. Anyhoo, I was drinking my glass of booze and lime too slow so Richard went out to pick up our order. In the meantime these two guys that had come in a while ago began to discuss whether I had been with with Richard, or if I was on my own. I think it was my little comedy vogue routine I had been doing when the jukebox was blaring Tom Jones ‘It’s Not Unusual’ that had gotten their attention in the first place. Did I mention that my drink was strong? Anyway, Richard returned with the food, and we went home and watched Basic Instinct 2. That movie was so damn hot. I don’t care if it flopped. I LOVE Sharon Stone in that role.... Over played or not. It is so damn sexay! Heh. And now I am up waaaay to late for my final 6-3 shift of the 3 day weekend. Then I will sleep Tuesday, celebrate Richard’s birth on Wednesday, a day early… but the best I could do. Then… well, Butch Walker on the 13th! Hollar!! I have to try to sleep now. Gah!
I wonder what I will be doing? Hrm. I don’t know. You see, I managed to get myself into the doghouse during the mother-in-law visit. It happens every time, and always has for the last 9 years. And it doesn’t really matter what I do. I get in trouble if I stay at work too much. I get in trouble if I don’t visit. I get in trouble if I want to stay home. I get in trouble if I get an attitude when we’re out. I get in trouble if I blog about it, I go insane if I don’t.
Last night I apparently came off as rude and bitchy when I gave her trouble about some food she ordered and then didn’t eat, but had everything else. It was no more bitchy than when MY mom was here and tried to print something from my computer and didn’t open the paper tray and caused this big ol’ jam. Boy did I give HER hell. I am clearly just a bitch.
So yeah. Don’t know what I’m doing… Gay Pride is going on, but it’ll be my last two days before I go to work at the new job, and I’d really like to spend it with my man. You know, do something special. Not exhaust myself running around drunk in the heat.
I am feeling romantic. I chilled some champagne, got some fresh strawberries soaking in a vanilla vodka & sugar, and planned a gourmet snack… I hope to surprise my love with all these goodies and a bubble bath. He’ll probably come home bitchy and want none of it. I say I still get an ‘A’ for effort tho.
I should mention that I popped in my Xanadu DVD too… Hot!
rockin' 
