I'm having that weird day-light-savings time confusion thing all over again today. I'm guessing today must be the day that "should have" been the time change?

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On my way home just now, I heard Stone Temple Pilots on the radio. On the local classic rock station.

*hobbles away with walker*

Of the April Fool's jokes online yesterday, I thought g-mail had the best one.

:)

Do any of you read www.dooce.com? Yesterday, it was a friend's answer to the question: What is your favorite website? on a myspace survey. Since she's a real friend, and not just some random myspace wank, I followed the link, and I'm kind of hooked. I've been reading it working really, really hard all day.

I woke up in kind of a foul mood today. I didn't sleep well last night, due to a combination of unpleasant dreams and Ty tossing and turning. I got up late and had to rush to get ready, and then discovered I had a layer of ice to scrape off of my damn car. I was consumed with "woe is me" thoughts of how shitty the long work day ahead was going to be.

Then, on my way to work, I saw a house that had a car driven right into the front of it, and I realized my day would be just peachy!

I think I just made up the word "Sprummer" which is, of course, a mash-up of Spring+Summer. I rule.

I'm all registered for my sprummer classes. I will be taking a Sociology Class (Marriage and Family-figured I could use a lesson, after my, y'know, divorce and all) and Intro to Chemical Dependency, to help me decide if I want to be addicted to drugs an AODA Counselor, which you can totally do with this sham of a prestigious degree, somehow.

After registering for class, I promptly went and bought myself a new back-pack. Did you know they make back-packs that are speshully designed for women, these days? Did you know that I will not buy one until they come in colors other than pink and powder blue?

In other news, Ty's work makes my front porch smell like sawdust, which I kind of love.

tinahasablog has introduced me to the "friend's friends" page, and subsequently cured my current bout of boredom.

I'd had a hankering for some fresh LJs to read, so this is just the ticket!

In other words, if I've just randomly added you, it's because I have awesome LJ friends, and they have awesome LJ friends, too! Y'know, YOU!

If you'd rather not reciprocate, no problem, just say the word and I'll un-do the add-age. But if you'll give me a chance, you'll find that I'm at least occasionally witty and/or silly, if you like that sort of thing. :)

So, um, the red streaked finger prints near the door of my hotel room?

I really hope that's make up, and not like, blood.

Not only is the vending machine at work refusing to dispense product, it is speaking Spanish.

Oy.


In other news, not one single person noticed my stylin' new glasses today. Not even my sister. *pouts*

I want this effing divorce to be OVER. Like, yesterday.

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With the exception of the divorce crap-o-la, I have to say that life is pretty good to me these days, for the most part.

So, on the way home from our vacation last weekend (which I hope to post about, with pictures, soon-ish), we made a pit-stop in Ty's home town so I could meet his mom and step-dad.

They were lovely people, and have a nice home surrounded by GORGEOUS gardens. His step-dad sent us home with a bottle of home-made wine, and a case of home-brewed beer. (Which he described as a stout, but tastes more like a pale ale to me.)

His mom called him yesterday to say that it was nice to meet me, and that I seemed like a very sweet and lovely young lady, but am I old enough for him?


*jaw drops*


I'm 28. Ty's 25. :D

My favorite quote of the weekend came from Carrie (One of Ty's roommates, and also my New Favorite Person Ever) while walking out of the concert on Saturday night:

"Dude. What the fuck. Why does it smell like a bag of dicks and a baby's vagina?"

'Bag of dicks' might just be my new favorite phrase in the whole wide world.

Seriously, this chick cracks me up. A few of us went to Hooters for snacks yesterday, where Carrie was certain I would not escape without being offered a job, but I made it very clear that I would never, in a million years, wear nylons and shorts together, so that's a no-go.

We wondered at length what would happen if we complained about the size of our waitress' breasts. They were itty bitty. Not fair. :p Ty and Adam were unimpressed with their first time at Hooters, but felt fortunate to be sitting at a table with two chicks who were hotter than all the Hooters girls, even though we had way more clothes on. ;)

I'm getting my hair cut after work tonight, and I'm terribly tempted to chop it all the fuck off, for a variety of reasons that I'll spare you. I want an actual hair "style", instead of long ass hair that just kinda hangs there.

( Cut because you don't really care about my hair. )

ETA: You don't suppose that a reference to a baby's vagina in a public post will get my journal canned, do ya? :x

One of my co-workers brought in a magazine today, because it had a Q&A and photo of Adam Levine (the frontman for Maroon 5), who she knows I'm madly in love with.

So, I've got it propped up against my monitor, and whenever I start to feel crabby, or sad, or stressed, I just shift my glance down toward Adam, gazing at me from the pages of Rolling Stone like he wants to bone my brains out.

Please do, Adam. Please do.

;)

hippiecritter : This does not make sense to me whatsoever: 'Emilio's mother, Catarina Gonzales, on the other hand, is fighting to keep her son on the ventilator, allowing him to die "naturally, the way God intended."'
adudeabides : yeah, that makes no sense. lol
hippiecritter : What does a ventilator have to do with dying naturally?
adudeabides: because if you die without a ventilator, you go to hell.
save for jesus, because he has magical powers.
hippiecritter : lmao Of course, I don't know why I didn't think of that!



I'm curious, what are your thoughts on the story this gem of a quote came from?

And some random bits and pieces:

-I discovered last week that I'm losing weight. I had been noticing that my clothes were fitting more loosely, so I stepped on the scale. I was surprised to see I was down 8 pounds from the last time I weighed myself. (I don't recall exactly when that was. Maybe a month or so ago?) I credit a combination of being more active due to the band, physical therapy due to my back, and stress from issues in my personal life. I just wish it were possible to lose weight everywhere except my bodacious ta-tas, but alas, it seems to come off evenly all over.

-Those of you who remember me talking about my friend Lance? Yeah. He's engaged now. He proposed last week (I think they've been together about a year), and are planning on getting married in Vegas THIS AUGUST. I'm biting my tongue except to say "Best of Luck". I'm not the person to come to for excitement over a wedding (or encouragement about marriage in general, really) at the moment. :x

Hrm...I thought I had more than that. Ah well.

Love you guys and gals! :)

Dear Wisconsin,

It is spring now. Enough with the snow already, eh?

None of my love,

Joella

If I had known that I'd be having my back x-rayed today, and that the x-ray tech would be a total hottie, I'd have worn cuter underwear and shaved my legs. :x

Last night, I became belligerent.

On the phone.

With a telemarketer.

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I really need to upgrade from a dial-up internet connection at home so I can get rid of my landline all together.

The other night after rehearsal, Liz, the lead guitar player in Ginger Presley paid me a very nice compliment. It really touched me, probably more than I let on. Now, I'm going from memory, so this isn't a direct quote, but it was something along the lines of:

"If there is a 'next life', I hope I come back in my next life as one of your dogs."


:)








Hrm....not sure how I feel about this mood theme. :/

I think I'm going to give up smoking crack for Lent...






Wow! That was easy! :)