Yesterday I was too tired to get my ass out of bed. So once I was at work I walked over to my local Starbucks. A Venti Mint Mocha Frap with 4 shots and whip cream and a walnut zuccini muffin later, I was wired and laughing at everything. This enabled me to get my work done then I got home and it still hadn’t worn off. I played the piano for I think 5 or 6 hours, took a break for some macaroni and chez and took another break to talk to my mommie. I stopped at 1:30 when Roger Rabbit IM’d me and said “isn’t it past your bedtime?” I didn’t know it had become so late. So I said yes, and went to bed. I lay there til 3pm and realize that I have to wake up in 5 hours and NEEDED to be asleep. Nothing happened. I had 3 to 4 songs stuck in my head and they weren’t going anywhere. I couldn’t get comfy, I was hot then cold, lying on my side, then my stomach then flat on my back and I just gave up. Next thing I remember my alarm had been going off for at least 20 minutes and I was running late. CRAP! I stumble into the shower, stumble out find clean clothes and hall my tired behind to Embassy Su-ites Arcadia. Mentor comes over to play on Tuesdays to make sure I’m holding the fort down fine since I’m only a temp Revenue Mangager and we no longer have a Director of Sales. I didn’t get any “real” work done. We worked on rate strategies, and corporate shtuff but on the whole we chatted about all kinds of stuff. Some work, some not – but I didn’t actually “do” any work. Follow? Then we were hungry and were extatic to find out it was Nugget Tuesday at McD’s $1 6 piece nuggets! So I indulged and dove right in to the opportunity. Had a few pieces of chocolate then came home and Mentor and I made Pasta, Salad, and French Bread for he, husband, and me to share. We watched Ferris Buelers Day off. There was a moment where my leggs were over them on the couch and husband held my legs down and Mentor tickled my feet. NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I some how wigged out enough to land on the floor and the rest of my dinner on the floor. Oh well! I guess we know that I’m ticklish, but careful when I wig out. I now want dessert and can’t afford it. I don’t NEED it either, I just WANT it. I’m excited to come to SLOville this weekend, I’m not excited about getting up at 6 ish to go to the Long Beach airport to pick up my soul sista (kaza’s sister) Well…….wait, I’m excited to see Ter-Bear, and I’m honored that I am a soul sista, but when a flight is arriving before the sun….somethings wrong. BUT it will ALL be worth it. I don’t know if I’m coming back here Sunday or Monday but I know I’ll be back in SLOville the next weekend, might bring Plantboy too. Let him see the greatest Skarie-Okie joint there is and eat the best coffee cake. But that’s only a maybe. (I’ll try to remember to bring a picture so you can see Brighteyes =) ) Allright? Allright. and…..Roger Rabbit I have a present for you, no it’s not another pin- I hate that it got lost…It’s a SIGN!!!!!!!

Catch you Kats Later.

P.S. Kaza leaves 10/8/03 for New York so come say goodbye on 10/5/03 at John & Sandy Cribbs house. Address is on Friendster, but if you need it again, let me know and I’ll email it to you and all that good stuff!

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About Aiy_M

5'9" barefoot

Posted on September 30, 2003, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. 2 more days…
    Until skarioke playday in Cambria…. Seems like the more people I talk to, the more people who want to come and play. You have my cell# right? I only ask because this is my last online night until next Monday…
    Did you take your finding nemo quiz yet?
    Yipee to more pictures… but I think you should bring Plant Boy to play next weekend, pictures or not ;-p
    Yeaaah! 2 more days!!

  2. what’s a sign?
    It’s a sign that the Roger Rabbit pin got lost? Or am I getting a sign? Or is the pin getting lost a sign of my present? Or did you sign something for me? I’m soo confused. . . . .

  3. Can’t wait to see you!
    Can’t wait…you will make me happy, I know you will! Kev and Vicki tried their best last night, and I was fine for awhile…I hate him.

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