Going to the Chapel...

And, I'm gonna get meh-re-rare-ied!  Yes, I am!

I'm getting married.  Mr. Jody got down on one knee and proposed to me this evening.  Well, I guess it was yesterday evening.  And, I said yes!  Well, I guess you figured that out or else I wouldn't be writing this.

I'm so excited!  Married!  Like real live people do.  I can't wait.  I'm a be Mrs. Suarez.  Ah!!  I'm so happy!

Please ignore the unpainted nails.  He caught me off guard. I was actually in my undies watching Dateline or some such nonsense.  I was looking ultra fabulous.  But, that must mean he really loves me!  I am so excited.  Just wait for all the annoying wedding blogging that will come!  Yay!

I Actually Thought Today was Monday...

Why Did End This Way?

Right this minute Jody is giving me dreadlocks whilst I am listening to "On My Own" by Patti LaBelle and Michael McDonald.  It's a fun night.

Cheeseballs From the Dollar Store Gave Me a Tummy Ache

Serves me right.  I shoulda passed them up.  But, dang they are good.  I wish Cheetos still made them.  Remember Cheese Balls.  I hate the ones from Mr. Peanut or whoever has that blue canister with Mr. Peanut on them.  They are greasy, gross, and make you have to go.  And, this from a fat girl.  That means they are doing something wrong because I should be their main clientele. But, the old Cheetos ones where so good!  I can remember the blue bag now...

Wow, I am trying to find a picture of them on google, and I am coming up with nothing. I didn't make these up in my head, did I?  My sister would know.  She loved the damn things.  By the way, it's Planters that makes the bad ones, not Mr. Peanut.  I mean, he is on the can, but it wasn't him personally who made the yucky balls.  Sorry, Mr. Peanut, for blaming you.  It's actually your company.

Well, now I am on the hunt for Cheetos Brand Cheese Balls.  Even Wikipedia (say it like Mosby) isn't helping me.  I swear, this product existed.  Of course, I think if I can't find it in a 8 second google search, I am wrong.  Dang this Internet fad!  You're making me doubt myself.

Okay, off to research Cheese Balls.  Balls....hahaha.

Good Lord!

I can't sleep, as per usual.  So, I am watching church on TV.  Good lord, it's boring.  And they keep misspelling the words they are typing at the bottom of the screen.  Maybe this is why I am not religious.  Bad spelling and boring speeches.  I'm going to bed.

Man, I'm a Drag!

I sure do poop out on this blog a lot, don't I?  Am I bored, boring, or lazy?  I am sure it is all three.  Well, lots has happened in a month.  I will tell you all about it at some other time.  For now, you just get a couple of pictures of my past month.  I would have more, but one such thing that happened was the loss of a laptop and my camera charger!  Hurray!

I shall bring more to the party when I get a bit more time.  But, isn't that a pretty picture right there?  Walking has been fun!

It's Lucy's Birthday, and All She is Getting is Hot

Oh, the lazy blogger.  One can never build an audience when they are too lazy to write anything.  But, alas, here I am. 

Oh, what a week.  I have spent all week on farm duty.  Well, chicken, duck, ferret, fish duty.  Don't giggle at that even though you can.  If I spelled it a different way, it would have been really funny! 

That was a lot of fun.  Except, man, it was  a lot of work out there in this death fire hot mess of a weather situation we have ourselves in.  Nope, no global warming going on.  A huge snow storm in March and a giant 4 month long drought to follow with temperatures daily of 107 degrees.  Nope, weather isn't changing for the worst.

Anyway, it was fun.  Lots of sweating, I must say.  And who knew I could wrangle a chicken like I can.  They think they are quick.  But not for this fat yet spry old Austinite!  It was pretty fun.  Even when that roach crawled up my leg when I picked up the water feeder thing.  Even though I screamed a bit, it made me feel more like a man!  And that is just what ever woman needs to feel like...a man.


I went to a couple of Jody shows.  One at Uncle Billy's Brew and Que.  So not my type of place.  It was like a mall of restaurants.  It was a huge monstrosity that can't possibly make the people who pay millions for their lake homes happy.  Good band, of course.  But, just not my cup of tea or brew.  And, it was all outside.  Now, I am not sure about any of you, but sitting outside in 106 (which it was that day) heat just ain't for me (or any of the fatties on the Earth).  But, I got a good view of a hot drummer in front of pretty empty Lake Travis.  So, there was that!

Then we went on to show number 2 of the night at Poodie's Hilltop Bar and Grill.  Different band, this time.  But, still the same drummer - mine!  Anyway, I love me some Poodie's.  It is the most comfortable, redneck, small, dark, awesome bar of all times.  Well, maybe not of all times.  But, it's pretty cool.

Also playing was James Hand. He's awesome.  He's like a movie character, but I can't think of the movie.  He's kinda like a drunk, funny Don Knotts but not as dingy and far more depressed.  Pretty awesome in my book.  I think I shall try to make it back out to see him.  Though, Poodie's is way the fuck out there.  Man, it was far!  But, I'd go back anytime!

All in all, that and work have kept me busy.  Oh, and Project Runway.  My reason for living is finally back on!  Hurray!  This season is going to be awesome!

Oh, and Happy Birthday, Lucy.  I love you.  So do many.  Thanks for being the funny lady that probably inspired a lot of my personality. I  appreciate it!  

Later

Arry Pooootttter!

I loved Harry Potter.  It made me cry.  I was so sad that it was the end.  Of course, this is America.  Things do not end here.  We run them into the ground until every single last cent can be squeezed out of it.  So, I suspect we will get a whole lot more Harry Potter at some point.  And, Yay!  Maybe.  Wait, those Star Wars things went so badly.  Nevermind.  Non-Yay!

All Alone in My Nerdness

Sometimes a Saturday night at home alone is all a girls needs to clear her head.

My Guy is Red Hot

Most fun ever!

Sometimes You Just Gotta Be a Little Kid inTexas

This dang song is in my head.  I kinda like it.  It's not my favorite song in all the world.  And, no one would ever accuse me of being a country fan.  But, it reminds me of my dad, so I don't mind it so much.  I guess, too, it is a little burned into my upbringing since I was raised in Gilley's loving era of Houston.  So, I can't be to blame (however, Mandy can).  

Anyway, it's a bit dorky.  But, I can remember riding around in my dad's truck at the lake where my granddad lived.  I would be sitting in the middle with this playing on the 8-track.  Not such a bad memory if you ask me.  So, I present to you the song that is going through my head!

Somtimes Killer Children Makes Your Night Complete

I got to see Bloody Birthday yesterday on the big screen.  It was awesome.  Sure, the movie is dorky as shit.  But, I love it.  I have always loved it.  I saw it many, many years ago. I am guessing I probably saw it around the time it came out.  I love that my mother let me watch whatever I wanted.  It probably had something to do with my sister being 6 years older than me and letting me hang out with her and her friends at slumber parties (which was pretty cool of her, if you ask ask me). 

Anyway, seeing at the theater was so awesome.  And for only $1.  Man, I love Alamo. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrCZRblvmy8

Jumpin Jack Flash has Some Gas, Gas, Gas

So, I'm sitting in my office (actually cubicle) all alone.  Not a soul in here but me.  I have headphones on because I am super jamming out to The Shins (please forgive me, Jody).  Well, not necessarily jamming as it is hard to jam to The Shins.  Anyway, it's just me in  my headphones.

A minute ago, a sudden smell wafted across my nose.  It was fart smell.  It was.  No doubt.  Big old fart smell.  And, I didn't do it! 

Do you know how creepy it is to suddenly smell a big fart when no one is in the building.  Really, me and like two people two floors away.  Do we have ghosts that poot?  It's a new building.  We can't have ghosts.  And before this building was just an airport runway.  No respectful ghost will haunt a runway where no airplane crashes happened.

So, now I am all weirded out.  I guess security might have come in and done it.  But, that doesn't seem like something they would do.  And they would have hollered until I heard them.  Unless that tried to holler, tooted instead, and ran away.  Or maybe they saw a ghost of runways part, and that scared an air biscuit out of their booty. 

I have no idea.  It was creepy thought.  Rogue farts are coming to get me.  I am not sure that is okay with me.

If I never write in this again, it is because I was ax (or is it axe?  And why are their two spellings of it?  I may have to look this up.) murdered by crazy lunatic murder with gas.  Just my luck.  The last thing I smell is a fart.