Guess who's home!

Sweet, sweet weenie.

This was the longest I've been away from my little wiener dog since I've had her. My parents took her on Easter Sunday, and I just got her back today. She switched between three different people to get back to me today. A big thanks to everyone who helped transport my punkin home. It must have been an exhausting trip, because she is sooooo tired tonight. I also think she is a little pissed because she hates the camera. When I got it out to take this photo, she ran downstairs. Little shit. She's snuggled up under the covers at my feet now.

She wanted to send out a great big HEY-AY to Grandma Linda and Grandpa Larry and Grandma Alice and Grandpa Roger for letting her stay with them this past month.

Hey-ay for letting me stay.

Hey-ay for letting me chase "those god damn cats."

Hey-ay for taking me for my heartworm check.

Hey-ay for letting me under your shirt.

Hey-ay for not letting a giant hawk or mountain lion eat me.

Hey-ay for not letting "those god damn cats" eat me (they have claws).

Hey-ay for giving me treats.

Hey-ay for not killing me when you stepped in my pooh.

Hey-ay for respecting that I'm afraid of the rain and wind (I'm tiny).

Hey-ay for letting me play with Taya and Kayley.

Hey-ay for not letting me eat Kayley's throw-up (I apparently tried).

Hey-ay for letting me talk to mommy on the phone.

Hey-ay for playing the phone messages mommy left for me and not you (I'm really spoiled).

Hey-ay for teaching me the trick with the basket.

Hey-ay for taking such good care of me.

*A little side note for anyone who doesn't know me very well...I'm overly attached to my dog.*

Wait...what?

i have nothing to say today

myspace.com/thebiggtasty

Um...tonight I went to Mary's Place for the first time...ever. I'd have to say, it was quite an experience. It is a great place to raise one's self esteem. Above is a list I made while I was there so I wouldn't forget what all I had seen. That's right: 3 Mulletts (two were she-mulletts), a dude wearing sandalls with white socks (even I know better), and some chick wearing see-through heels that would light up every time she took a step. A regular f-ing cinderella.

Speaking of the dentist, I missed my appointment today. I'd like to blame it on the fact that I gave my reminder card away, but I can't. I just slept through my alarm. Oh well...I figure even if I miss my dentist appointments for the next 10 or so years, I'll probably still have more teeth than the crowd at Mary's Place. Go Mary!

"She had red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes."

I heart the Chesney

Do you think it's sexy? Do you, do you?

If she thinks his tractor is sexy, imagine what she thinks about his sleeveless t-shirts.

I went to open mic at Crescent Moon again tonight. It was radical, smooth, and cool...all at the same time. There were songs of hugs (grrrrrr!), cocaine, bad days, and belly flops. The main theme however, seemed to be Kenny Chesney. I'm thankful that I'm not alone in thinking he is a douche (sorry roommate). Not that being a douche is all bad (it kinda is). Don't get me wrong, I like tractors as much as the next girl, they come in handy for moving trees and things. It's just that a tractor has never made me want to take my clothes off (it did once). I'm just saying.....

It is nice to know that I'm not alone in the war against the Chesney. We will prevail.

You know, it does kind of piss me off that I had a nice night of music and conversation and all I can think to write about is the Chesney. That douche just had a whole blog dedicated to him...douche. Douche is a fun word to say.

Alright, I'm about ready to fall asleep in the middle of doing this again (that's what she said). So I'm going to go to sleep.

I almost forgot. The hands from last Thursday belong to Tyler. According to Tyler they were sent down or blessed by Jesus or something. I'm not really sure...something about a sweatshop.

Dig

Pokey

I cut my arm on this fence when I was 12. It wasn't in this exact spot,but close enough. I was petting a cow. Well, trying to pet a cow.

Fiddle update: I can play a wicked Scarborough Fair. I skipped right over Twinkle Twinkle. I'm thinking that this may have been some bad timing on my part. I am due to graduate in 5 weeks and now all I do when I get home is play guitar and violin. I should be studying for boards...right? Eh...I'll see how I do on the practice boards and I'll go from there.

"I do not play no rock-n-roll."

Say hello everyone...

I accidentially bought a fiddle today. Her name is Yolanda. She has a best friend. I guess you could say he is her...(wait for it)..."bow". His name is Engelbert. Sarah named the violin and Michael named the bow. Way to go guys. I have a strick rule about naming things. I can't name my things. Any plants of mine that I have personally named in the past have died. Because of this I make Sarah name most of my things. Michael, you got lucky.

I went to an outstanding show last night. Andrew Bird was at the Sokol Underground. There was not a lot of room, lots of teens, funky smells, and it was totally worth it. I just love him. I think that's pretty much all there is to it. You should check him out. I recommend "The Mysterious Production of Eggs" as a great start. I'm just saying... Did I mention I love him? He may be the size of my right leg, but I think we could work past that. That is if I didn't lose him in my belly button or something.

I'm going to go to sleep. I haven't tuned a fiddle for about 9 years. I'm exhausted.

Congrats.

This is Lane. He looks a little mean, but he is actually quite a kitten. By kitten I mean he's a huge pussy. HA! That's for giving up your all-time quarterback position. Lane was just named the Nebraska AP Photographer of the year. He has a little trophy-type thingy to prove it. Way to go Lane, way to go.

Lane happened to marry Sarah, so he gets to put up with me. I remember the first night we met him. He had just come in from the field or from messing with cows or something. Anyway, he was looking pretty farm-like. He wouldn't stop staring at Sarah apparently. (creepy) He introduced himself and the rest is history. He cleaned up nice for their first date.

So here's to you Lane, an outstanding photographer and an ever-improving Bond player. (N64)

I'm going to encourage all to check out Lanes website. It kicks the crap out of my little generic blog. It also just celebrated its five year anniversary. Woo-hoo!

lanehickenbottom.com

fisties

I was all set to ramble on tonight about how it makes me sick to hear young parents using shitty grammar in front of their children. No wonder this country produces massive amounts of idiots. I mean, it like, ain't no big deal. I just don't think we need no more dipshits in this world.

(i'm clever)

Instead of going off on that issue, I'm going to ramble about the person who likes to point out all of my spelling errors on my new little page. Of course, as she was so nice to point out, no one else is probably looking at this page anyway so it really doesn't matter. Fisties Sarah. Instead of giving you the online bashing I promised you earlier today, I'm going to give you a big online "HEY-AY!"

"Hey-ay" to all the martini's you've made me and put up with me spilling and dribbling them on you (see above photo).

"Hey-ay" to riding donkey's down the Grand F-ing Canyon.

"Hey-ay" for letting me be myself and never pressuring me to be anybody else or believe any differently.

"Hey-ay" for sitting back with your perfect little boyfriend (you ended up marrying) and letting me follow some dude to Casper Wy-f*$#ing-oming. Wait, what?

"Hey-ay" for telling me I have a cute butt. Fluffy, "butt" still cute.

"Hey-ay" for putting up with my love of puns and bean jokes.

"Hey-ay" for adding up the amount of money I'd have...if I had a nickle. (Today it was $2.85)

"Hey-ay" for putting up with my weiner dog.

"Hey-ay" for co-writing "Pockets". (They're over-estimated.)

"Hey-ay" for putting a 7ft. by 7ft. photo of Sally on my living room and bedroom wall. I threw up in my mouth a little.

"Hey-ay" for not laughing at me when I express an interest in something different. At least not out loud anyway.

"Hey-ay" for never making fun of my only being 5'4" tall. Wait, what?

"Hey-ay" for being the only one to look at my page.

Where's Kenny?

*photo courtesy of roommate*


I have to work in 5 hours....ugh! Not cool. I am finding that after a long day of work, with a little bit of sleep, if given the opportunity for booze and a "hint" of after hours...I'll take the bait. A few years after the fact and I still slip into the same old habits. I have no excuse excapt-----------I think I just fell asleep for a little while. (i spelled except wrong) I am going to take that as a hint and get a little shut-eye before my f-ing alarm decides to go crazy. Screw you alarm...screw you!

"Answer me babe, 'Yes I would.'"

Wait, what?

ah-thank you abe

Today was the last day of the 2007 NSCLS State meeting. We were required to go for school. It was at Harrah's casino in Council Bluffs. As the first session ended I was faced with a delima. Attend another session right away? Or wander off (accidentally, of course) in the direction of the casino. Guess which one I picked. I should say, it really wasn't much of a delima. Here's my shout-out to the quarter slots! Hey-ay quarter slots! I'm going out tonight! Pretty sure that $25.95 makes me a high-roller. Maybe I'll go some placed fancy, like Kelly's Pub.

It was weird to be at the "professional" meeting. I'm sitting there eating my salad (not a great "free" lunch--where's the steak people? come on!) thinking...I don't see myself in this field for very long. Long enough to pay some bills and get out of Nebraska. I wonder if I've made a mistake? Eh, I already have one useless degree, what's one more...right? Right? Speaking of graduation, everyone keep your calendars clear June 9th. I'll be hosting a little get together to celebrate. There will be booze, bar-b-cue, and...more booze.

If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go spend my winnings. Maybe I'll buy some more friends. One can't have enough of those. More friends equal more presents for graduation...wait, what?

where'd it go?

I was very excited about this gentleman's hair. It always made me smile. It was poofy and fun. Tonight, it was gone. Ah hell. Not to worry because his music still makes me smile. No doubt, one of my favorites. Since the hair was all gone, I'll stick with his hands for this photo. Hands are worth smiling about too. *smile* I would tell you his name, but I don't know it. He left before I could get it. I'll let you know next Thursday hopefully.

Tonight I skipped out on the state meeting for Clinical Laboratory Science to take in the music. Given the chance again would I do the same? Of course! Science is interesting, but you don't get a new pair of earrings (I picked the beads out myself) at a science thingy.

I was asked tonight if my new little blog was creative. *shrug* Maybe? I will probably throw some writing or whatnot on here from time to time. I'll always try to put a photo so it is hopefully aesthetically pleasing. We'll see. I'll end with a poem. Tonight is the coming out of my shell and letting others read my stuff night. Sarah's read some but until now she was the only one. (fisties Sarah, fisties)

Maybe

Whirlwinds blow the thorns of time against my mind recalls the scent of the moment when I first saw the eyes on the porch of awkward mornings after the time I wish I could relive the moments you asked for a story from me meeting you was an accidental happy time has created a gap in the momentum of me and you need to give me a chance to make up for the bossy night of bliss in this memory of my body feeling the need to rewind the hour of who cares because life is too short and even though distance is far my memory remains close to the parameter of maybe.

My new favorite thing

It is Thursday again which has turned out to be my favorite night of the week. Gray's Anatomy? Heck no! Thursday is the night that the Crescent Moon coffee shop in the Haymarket has open mic. It is open to any and all who would like to share some original songs. I love it. In the month or so that I've been going I've seen quite a variety of artists. Some are okay and a few are what I like to call...spectacular. I'm not brave enough to brave the crowd that gathers (about 8-12 people). Give me some time out of school and maybe that will change. It has managed to inspire me enough to break Ophelia (my little 6-string) out of the closet after a 2 year hiatus. For that I thank everyone I've seen play. I'm going to take my camera tonight and am hoping that I can get some good photo's. For the sake of good art of course, not for the pretty boys....

Virgin

I don't usually like to talk of such things (yeah right) but this is my first time. Until this moment I was a blogging-virgin. I have to admitt that I was a little nervous about the whole situation, but the software is so welcoming and let me be myself. I guess I just knew what to do...let it happen.

So I am going to try this out for awhile and see how I like it. Or rather, see how often I'll update it. I imagine my little blog will be filed with mispellings, pictures of weiner dogs,...and maybe not much else to be honest. We'll just have to wait and see.

I am going to take this opportunity, on my virgin post, to do something I've always wanted to do. I'd like to send a shout-out! I'm going to give a big shout-out to Scooters on 120th and Blondo for having free wifi. They are not yet corporate enough to make me pay for it. For that...I solute you! (and your lovely chi-type-smoothie thingy...of course I want whip-cream!)

HEY-AY!!