Oh, so vintage?

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

There's a fine line between what you find obscene and what turns me on...

Reality is starting to hit me. I had an amazing night with that pretty boy and now I know I'm going to be absolutely lost when he goes back to work tomorrow. Then the lecture from my mother about all the things that are wrong with the scenario didn't help. His smell on my pillow is only going to last so long. We hung out with his sister and her fiancee (which I grew up with) last night and I swear she and I share a brain. Everything just clicks so beautifully...well excpet all those unmentionables I refuse to discuss at this point. But I think we both realized last night this might go somewhere and we might need to start discussing the future instead of just 'hanging out'. I feel like totally shutting down about it right now becuase I think everyone all of the sudden is finding fault in all of it. I'm my own worst enemy in situations like this I really don't need discouragement from those who are supposed to support me.

♥Oh, so vintage... 4:15 PM

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

The Downward Spiral

Act 2
Scene 1 Work
So today I get up still upset because I'm having to wear one of my old unsupportive bras to work. I talked to Jess this morning and we still had no leads as to the where abouts of my intimates. Well about noon it struck me that maybe since Paul was with them at dinner last night he might have some info for me. Well I hit the jackpot with Vegas Paul because he had the exact info I needed. He responded in typical incoherent Paul fashion with
"O ya there hangn up n Trigger's"
translation: Oh Yeah, they are hanging up in Trigger's
I said Bullshit!
To which he replied:
"Swear. he just calld & told me"
Now my co-workers all got a real kick out of this. I however, did not find it the least bit amusing that my private undergarmets were strewn about my local bar.

Act 2
Scene 2 Triggers
I get to the bar, walk in and ask Mr. Files if there was anything at the bar that belonged to me. He got an odd look on his face and said he didn't think so. I questioned him and said that Jim might have left it there. That one was coral, one was torquoise, and the other was white. He got a shocked look on his face, pointed across the bar to the racecar hood on the wall and said "are those yours?" To which I responded yes that they had been stolen out of my yard by Mr. Ferguson the previous evening. I must say they were tastefully displayed with one hanging from each of the corners of the hood. Mr. Files retrieved them for me and I asked if he knew where the white one was. The repsonse I got was priceless, "Last time I saw the white one I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want it back" I asked why and was told that I wouldn't want it back because it was "stretched across the grill of Jim's Truck"

At the moment I have nothing further to say. So laugh it up while I think of the sweet revenge that will be dealt.

p.s. Pedro...don't think I haven't noticed how quiet you've been about this.

♥Oh, so vintage... 4:21 PM

Monday, November 28, 2005

Jim Fucking Ferguson...
better not EVER let me catch his ass.
Act 1
Scene 1 "Trinity Palace" (home of the queen)

11pm and all in the house are quiet as a mouse. Till some loud-ass, no-driving, yelling, crazy mother fucker named Jim Ferguson came hauling in the driveway. I was so startled I actually jumped out of my bed to look out the window. Then I tried to quietly pretend I was asleep as I prayed Amy was doing the same at the opposite end of the house. Jim and his partner in crime who remains anonymous at this point began loudly beating on the walls of Amy's bedroom in an attempt to wake her. This is what you get when you tell a man a hundred times you'll get naked with him and then DON'T! So, needless to say they got the hint when no one answered the door and decided we were asleep. They paused at the driveway in their loud ass truck and yelled a few times before making their final departure.

Act 1
Scene 2 "The Queen's bedroom"

As soon as they left I immediately went to check on Amy. We were both laughing hysterically. I left a few irrate messages for a few people who were obviously still peacefully sleeping. As we sat laughing about the nonsense that had just ensued it violently struck me that I had early in the evening washed my bras and left them to dry on my front 'porch'. Now I have expensive nice bras that I spent my hard earned money on and I love them dearly. Especially my torquoise and coral colored ones. So I jumped out of bed absolutely horrified at what I was about to find. Because at this time I knew deep down that sorry fucker had stolen my bras. There was no doubt in my mind because anyone who knows Jim knows what a sneaky little shit he is. Lo and Behold I open my front door and there are three wet spots on the porch where my precious bras had once been. At this point Amy is laughing so hard she can't even talk to me. I'm so mad I can hardly stand myself. Although the situation is ridiculously funny, it's not because now I don't have my very best favorite bras, and those bitches aren't cheap! I told Amy I couldn't believe they did that, to which she replied with "Well Lacy, the front porch light is on and those things are pretty vivid." Thanks Amy...I even called the bar looking for that sorry bitch.

I've lost panties, and Jess has lost pants, but I've NEVER lost bras before, much less had them stolen right out of my own yard. That bitch is going DOWN! It's on now. Hell hath no fury like the Queens of the Trinity.

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:40 PM

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	8.3
Mind:	7.2
Body:	8
Spirit:	10
Friends/Family:	5.3
Love:	4.3
Finance:	9
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

♥Oh, so vintage... 12:55 PM

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but looking outward together in the same direction.
-- Antoine De Saint Exupery

What beautiful thing has happened to me to make me look for such beautiful words? I suppose you could say it's him. But I really don't think it is. I think it's the fact that I feel alive again. Granted he has something to do with that, but he's not the full reason. I think life is a series of movements that fall into place and back out of place. Like a rubix cube. Sometimes all the colors are mixed up, sometimes all of one color is in place and every once in a great while ALL of the colors match. Right now not all of my colors match, but most of them do. I'm not set on any expectations. I know he's going back offshore, but I can't seem to get enough of him right now. And although he's just an accessory, he's the prettiest accessory I've ever had and I think we wear each other well.
It's staying up till 4 am every morning talking about anything that comes to mind.
It's listening to techno and taking shots of Jager when you have to get up in two hours and go to work.
It's taking long trips down short dirt roads
It's standing around a fire and kissing in the shadows of the flames
It's turning the lights back on just so you can lose yourself in each others gaze
It's holding hands and meeting "uncle Bob"
It's watching 50 first dates like it's the first time
It's making coffee and laying in bed while it's pouring down rain outside
It's watching a beautiful man walk through your house naked
It's not being able to sleep without his arms around you
It's not spending the night alone since you've met
It's rolling over in the middle of the night and having someone tell you how beautiful you are
It's hearing 100 times a day how sexy you are
It's waking up and opening your first beer at 9am
It's meeting someone fabulous 15 minutes before closing time

Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.-- Brian Andreas

♥Oh, so vintage... 8:12 AM

"We lay there & looked up at the night sky & she told me about stars called blue squares & red swirls & I told her I'd never heard of them. Of course not, she said, the really important stuff they never tell you. You have to imagine it on your own."
-- Brian Andreas, Blue Squares

♥Oh, so vintage... 8:10 AM

Friday, November 25, 2005

AMAZING...
My night was simply amazing...

I woke up next to the most beautiful man on earth today. A man who has the prettiest blue eyes, (second only to mine he insists). Hands down the sexiest man I have ever had the privlege of sleeping with without 'sleeping with' him. He is absolutely amazing and I spent hours with the lights on getting lost in his eyes last night.

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:20 AM

Monday, November 21, 2005

Can't Stop Won't Stop
and it just keeps gettin better

The Trinity Trifecta
that's ALL I can say.

♥Oh, so vintage... 3:17 PM

The Rules...
Revisited and soon to be revised.

Never influence your partner to do something they don’t want to do
Never buy your own beer
Codeword is still limp bizkit rules
Never leave your partner hanging
Be supportive of your partner
No married Men!!!
No cousins closer than 6th
No Turkey, Buffalo Trace, Canadian Club, Or JACK DANIELS
No men who went to school with your mother
No men who are employed at the bar
No leaving the bar and coming back with anyone other than who you originally
Stick with the old men, they’ve got your back
*Never go anywhere with a guy that drives a red truck
*Never go sit in the deer stand at midnight
*ALWAYS keep a supply of contraceptives handy* (this should be rule #1)
*Always have a gameplan to guard your bed from any unwanted boys
*Never date a guy that wears lip gloss

♥Oh, so vintage... 1:04 PM

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar...
What the hell am I talking about? I am a Rockstar!
I don't even know where to begin on my weekend. It was relatively uneventful until about 4:30 Sunday evening. I can't do the night justice with an essay, so I'm going with a list
*Jim Ferguson and Robey Condra knocking on my front door
*Deer Scrapes+Chupacabra+Hogs+"The Forest"=Amy being scared
*"Can't Get Right" aka Jason
*"Can't Get Right Niether" aka Amy
*"Can't Get Worse" Ferguson
*Bonfires during a burn ban
*Broom handles, Paper sacks and Snipe Hunting
*Taking a 'short' ride up the dirt road
*Shots of Jack Daniels
*Robey being my 'Housewarming gift'
*2 Hours of Sleep
*Amy telling me to get that "stupid fucker Jim" out of her bed so she can sleep
*Amy getting NO sleep
*Not remembering just a whole hell of a lot of my evening
*Putting Keri's bacheleorette party favor to good use
* Waking up at 4am and cleaning house
*Hitting my thumb with a hammer at 6am
*Last but definately NOT least...Jessica and I ascending the thrones as the "Trinity River Queens" God Save the Queen(s)
Jessica if you have anything to add, let me know...

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny With her bleach blond hair
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

♥Oh, so vintage... 7:42 AM

I know I know!!!
I changed the name again! But life has been changing frequently and so have I. This just fits at the moment.

♥Oh, so vintage... 7:40 AM

Friday, November 18, 2005

Hmmmm....
Where:Borski's
Who:Opie Hendrix

I'm intruiged...

♥Oh, so vintage... 2:33 PM

Living the Single life in a Single Wide...
That should really be the name of this blog, haha.
Amy and I moved into our new residence last Saturday night and we've since experienced
*trauma with a lizard and a roach
*the breaker on the heater going out
*not enough pots and pans to cook a meal
*no cable tv
*no phone
*no internet
*a scary "attack sprinkler" on our aerobic septic system
*some random wild animals in the yard
*a back door that doesn't close
*and Amy INSISTS that her pumpkin pie had the face of the scream mask on it (she even woke me up to show me)

All in all I must say that life in the back country has been pretty nice. I enjoy the peace and quiet. And monday we'll have a phone and internet, YAY!!!

♥Oh, so vintage... 9:37 AM

Monday, November 14, 2005

VANITY...
Because it's really all about ME right? I don't know what's been going on in my head lately. I know that those of you who didn't experience hurricanes Katrina and Rita in the same way as those directly affected are probably sick and tired of hearing about it. I know that I could give two shits personally if New Orleans fell of the face of the god-forsaken planet. However I'm sure not everyone one feels the same way. I for one can't explain the ways I've been transformed and distorted by this experience. I'm one of those who lives by the rule that you take the good and you leave the bad. But, I find myself months later still unable to discuss the magnitude of the situation without being overcome with emotion and breaking down into tears. We live in such a false reality that we never truly comprehend it's delicacy until it's threatened. You never understand what it's like for someone to tell you
"take everything you ever want to see again because it won't be here when you come back"
until they say it to your face at 6:30 in the morning after 3 hours of fitful sleep.

How do you place a value on 25 years of your life, 35 of your parents, and every hope and dream you've ever held in a few hours and throw it in the backseat of your car?

How do you drive a quarter of a mile in 15 minutes and wait for 45 and have your life threatened by disgusting human filth, dehydration, exhaustion, and pure delirium?

How do you stay strong for the strongest two people in your life as you watch them crumble under the stress?

How do you keep praying constantly for 16 hours and beg God to let you survive this, making him every promise and vow you can think of if he'll just guide you through this safely?

How do you look at those hundreds of thousands of other people in the same situation that you are in?

How do you feel for the mother in the car in front of you with a 6 month old infant in 100 degree heat with no air conditioning and little way to get out of the sun.

How do pass burned spots in the road where cars have caught on fire?

How do you pass people on the side of the road with tears streaming down their faces, holding signs begging for help?

How do you ever compare those tears of relief you cried when you finally knew that you were going to reach your destination?

How do you deal with the fact that your neighbor wasn't as lucky as you were and they lost their life due to this stupid storm?

How do you sit in a hospital emergency room crying with a woman who can't find her husband, found out her house was destroyed, and can't find half of her family still in Port Arthor?

How do you have an experience like that and not have an AMAZINGLY different outlook on life?

How can such an experience keep you from re-evaluating EVERYTHING you hold precious in your heart and how you want to live every single day for the rest of your life?

Therefore, I will make no excuses whatsoever for my transformation as a person. I've become so disgusted by humanity that I have lost hope in all but a precious few. I'm not watching the news anymore, I'm not paying attention to politics. I'm never running again.
Don't mistake my feelings as ungrateful because I truly know what it is to be grateful now.
Life is just too Damned short for the petty bullshit people.
Life ain't always beautiful, but it's a beautiful ride...

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:20 AM

But you cant stop nothing
If you got no control
Of the thoughts in your mind
That you kept in, you know

I need this old Train to Breakdown...

♥Oh, so vintage... 7:55 AM

Friday, November 11, 2005

I guess I didn't knock hard enough on all that wood this week while I was bragging about having not been sick yet. Today I'm miserable. I certainly don't want to be at work but since we've got 9 teachers out and only 8 subs. I couldn't miss. I think next week I'm taking a personal day and I'm going to kidnap my mother and take her somewhere special because she needs and deserves it.

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:23 AM

Thursday, November 10, 2005

It's good to know...
That even though I'm 25 I'm still in better shape than all the little twerps on my Auxiliary Line. I whooped their asses today at tae bo and I haven't even done it in a year. YAY ME!!!

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:12 AM

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Trust...
(*daily rant*)
A very important dire need in a friendship of any kind. I've read that if you demonstrate distrust of people in general, you are actually distrusting of yourself because we are all one. However, in my spiritual quests I've found this to be one of the only things I really diagree with. I trust myself fully, but I severely distrust most people. Maybe I don't distrust them, but I am never ever the slightest bit suprised when they show disloyalty or poor character. It's not so much that I expect it, but it never comes as a suprise when I experience it. Therefore, if it's not a suprise then it never really hurts or bothers me at this point. I've had people in my life whom I thought were permanent and dear fixtures disregard me without the slightest thought and left me having no real clue as to why. I guess that in my 25 years of having this happen numerous times it has left me caloused and hard because in truth I'm not the easiest person to get to know and I rarely have any interest in getting to know other people. Or keeping them around if I do get to know them. Now that's not to say all people, because I do have a very dear circle of friends that I treasure. Having said all this I want to say that it breaks my heart more to watch one of those precious people in my circle get hurt by others because they are more trusting and unassuming than I am. I am vehemently disgusted by it. It leaves me angry and I just don't have time for it in my life and neither do they. I'm never going to be one of those bleeding heart compassionate people because in my experience 99.99999% of people deserve everything they get and usually bring it on themselves because of sheer stupidity on their part or a desire to take the easy way out.
With that out, I'm glad that I have both of my Amys and Jessica in my life, and of Course Jenn too (even though she should live closer!).

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:18 AM

Sunday, November 06, 2005

If I could take this Boy and put him in my pocket, I'd be the happiest girl!

♥Oh, so vintage... 2:47 AM

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Civil Suit Goes To Court: A Scorned Lover, Glue And A Naked Man

100% worth the read! Hands down one of the funniest most bizzare things I've ever in my life heard of! No Super Glue will be allowed in my bedroom exploits...

♥Oh, so vintage... 8:47 PM

Shit or get off the pot...
*daily rant*

What is it about guys? Why is it they either can't make their mind up and spend all of their time pulling this wishy washy "I just don't know what to do" bullshit? Or, they are madly in love with you after the first date and their attentions border on stalking? I mean honestly, don't you think I'd call you if I wanted to talk to you, or at least return one of your 15 calls? I swore I'd never use the "it's me not you" line, but I think I'm about to. Because honestly Bryan is the most amazingly nice guy on the face of the earth and he will make someone incredibly happy one day. If I knew a wonderful girl that he'd get along with I'd introduce them in half a heart beat. However, I need more than that. I need not only an amazingly nice guy, but someone who is fun, intelligent, and that can at least find something other to say than "Hmmm". I'm not asking for the moon, I'm simply asking for a little star gazing. So Mr. Right if you are reading this please answer my question; Why is it all or nothing with you bozos?

Sincerely,
lost in translation

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:34 AM

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

I've found myself lately becoming more intrigued with returning some missed phone calls to a certain ex-bullrider down the road from me. And no I don't mean the toothless wonder ;) I find myself once again and a crossroads. The straight and narrow leading me to do nothing I might later regret, yet being infinately boring. Or the left or right either way leading me towards interesting encounters in undiscovered territory. What is a girl to do???

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:00 PM

My scary little pirates!!!

♥Oh, so vintage... 2:32 PM

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