Santa is not the only one wearing a red suit this year. With the economy sporting a deep crimson cloak, I find the ads for Black Friday a little ironic.
I personally wanted to do my part and help out with a little shopping but after my surprise from the men in blue, I won't be wearing designer black any time soon.
I was out first thing this morning to empty my green on a brand new yellow traffic ticket for no inspection, no registration, no seat belt, and a warning for no address change to my license.
To spare myself an extra present from the peace officers bag of goodies, I skipped Neimans and went directly to the courthouse bypassing the 'Go directly to jail' square (Monopoly not included) to share my weekend with a cellmate name Lola who has a penchant for cracking her knuckles and snapping her gum.
I am pleased as leftover apple pie that Lola and I will not meet. Like many Americans, I couldn't afford an extra gift this season, anyway.
Blondes are looking for a brighter future!!
11.28.2008
11.27.2008
11.26.2008
Fast Food is Dangerous
I planned a trip from Lubbock to Austin with Boo and Jesus with a DQ themed road trip. We were to stop at every DQ we saw on the way back home and take pictures with the DQ lips at each venue with our chosen item from the menu in hand for the photo ops.
We stopped at exactly ONE!
That was all I needed for my digestive system jerk me aside and have my stomach grumble at me for more than an hour.
After the stomach pummeling died down, the sugar crash, from the strawberry malt, hit me at 90 miles an hour.
No seriously, I was driving ninety miles an hour when I nodded off at the wheel and crossed two lanes and hit the gravel side before everyone in the car woke up!
There should be a Blonde disclaimer on junk food.
Do not operate heavy machinery or drive while consuming more than your strict dietary guidelines of carbohydrates.
I am only too grateful that I was on a back road and no one was hurt. Needless to say, Boo and Jesus took turns driving while I watched DVD's in the back of the car.
Sometimes it pays to screw up!!!
Blondes should not Drive With Indigestion
We stopped at exactly ONE!
That was all I needed for my digestive system jerk me aside and have my stomach grumble at me for more than an hour.
After the stomach pummeling died down, the sugar crash, from the strawberry malt, hit me at 90 miles an hour.
No seriously, I was driving ninety miles an hour when I nodded off at the wheel and crossed two lanes and hit the gravel side before everyone in the car woke up!
There should be a Blonde disclaimer on junk food.
Do not operate heavy machinery or drive while consuming more than your strict dietary guidelines of carbohydrates.
I am only too grateful that I was on a back road and no one was hurt. Needless to say, Boo and Jesus took turns driving while I watched DVD's in the back of the car.
Sometimes it pays to screw up!!!
Blondes should not Drive With Indigestion
11.25.2008
I Am Not Without Faults
I have asthma and at this time of year, my focus is on the air that I breathe.
And because of a certain beau that I have been seeing, it became clear to me that love and breath go hand in hand.
You have know idea how precious air and love are until you struggle to have it.
For me:
I choke.
I can not think straight.
Thoughts are difficult to speak.
And a weight settles on my chest and I am afraid I can not keep it.
Love, like breathing should not be taken for granted.
I do not curse the air because it denied me the previous night.
I do not curse new love because old ones faded.
I can not understand a world that restricts me of both but I know with each passing season, my breath will catch the air and my heart will find new love.
Blondes will not let their heart fail!!
And because of a certain beau that I have been seeing, it became clear to me that love and breath go hand in hand.
You have know idea how precious air and love are until you struggle to have it.
For me:
I choke.
I can not think straight.
Thoughts are difficult to speak.
And a weight settles on my chest and I am afraid I can not keep it.
Love, like breathing should not be taken for granted.
I do not curse the air because it denied me the previous night.
I do not curse new love because old ones faded.
I can not understand a world that restricts me of both but I know with each passing season, my breath will catch the air and my heart will find new love.
Blondes will not let their heart fail!!
11.24.2008
Blonde Moment 373
Who would have thought that Dallas has a worse allergy season than Austin. In D-town, my eyes would puff up to the size of a golf ball and they were fuzzy and dry like the skin of a kiwi.
I woke up in the middle of the night to see Quazimoto staring back at me. Being a bit vain, I could not stand the thought of waking up hideously mutated in the morning.
Plus I was scaring my friend's dogs.
I looked for hydrocortisone cream to bring down my alien sized eyeballs but being in a new house and it was the middle of the night, I was only able to find a tube labeled 'anti-itch' cream.
I just assumed it was hydrocortisone.
I rubbed the cream on my eyes and stumbled back to bed. I awoke a little later with my eyes feeling like they had been an extra in 'Clockwork Orange'. My eyes were stinging and they felt like an unauthorized eye lift was performed in my sleep.
I teetered into the bathroom and washed my eyes.
I no longer cared about the puffiness, I just wanted the burning to stop. By the time I had washed and rubbed all the cream off and out of my eyes, I looked like I was hit with tear gas.
In the morning I was finally able to open my eyes just enough to read that the tube I used as a beauty product for my eyes contained cream for foot fungus.
Being Blonde is not easy!!
I woke up in the middle of the night to see Quazimoto staring back at me. Being a bit vain, I could not stand the thought of waking up hideously mutated in the morning.
Plus I was scaring my friend's dogs.
I looked for hydrocortisone cream to bring down my alien sized eyeballs but being in a new house and it was the middle of the night, I was only able to find a tube labeled 'anti-itch' cream.
I just assumed it was hydrocortisone.
I rubbed the cream on my eyes and stumbled back to bed. I awoke a little later with my eyes feeling like they had been an extra in 'Clockwork Orange'. My eyes were stinging and they felt like an unauthorized eye lift was performed in my sleep.
I teetered into the bathroom and washed my eyes.
I no longer cared about the puffiness, I just wanted the burning to stop. By the time I had washed and rubbed all the cream off and out of my eyes, I looked like I was hit with tear gas.
In the morning I was finally able to open my eyes just enough to read that the tube I used as a beauty product for my eyes contained cream for foot fungus.
Being Blonde is not easy!!
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