Friday, February 17, 2012


Happy Friday, kittens!

Man, I am getting old.  I went out last night with a girlfriend and didn't get home til around 12.  Got home, cuddled on my kitties, and passed out ... then 6:40am came along and two misters decided it was time for me to wake up.  Hello, boys, it is way too early AND Mama is a little hungover.  Oh the joys of motherhood.

Here are a few things that I'm thankful for today:
  • Yesterday was beyond stressful/tiring at work (lots of grueling work + bad weather = yuck), so I am very thankful that today is not yesterday
  • Had a delish dinner last night with my girl AC ... and leftovers for lunch today!
  • Kitten cats, even though they were jerks for waking me up too early
  • Presidents Day holiday on Monday ... thanks, presidents!  I can't wait to sleep in and be lazy (shocking, I know)
  • I get to see my bestie from preschool, Hillwee, this weekend
  • My bro and sister-in-law are coming to town to have dinner with my parents on Saturday, and I hopefully get to see them at some point this weekend
  • My meditation has been coming along really well.  It's annoying at times to have to remember to do it nightly, but it is a really good way of focusing on the positive and asking for some guidance on releasing the negative
Have a great weekend, ya'll!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

RIP Whitney

I'm not even going to lie ... finding out about the tragic death of my ultimate favorite 80's singer, Whitney Houson, was devastating.  I will never forget how I found out ... I was working at the bar last night, preparing for what ended up being the busiest night of my bartending life.  Someone mentioned the name Whitney Houston (which, of course, cued me to give my perfected impression of Whitney shouting "BOBBAYYY" (circa 2005: Being Bobby Brown).  Then I heard that this was not typical beautiful, wonderful, exciting Whitney news ... Whitney, my beautiful songstress, had passed away.  I immediately felt terrible for speaking ill of the deceased (however, my impersonation of "BOBBAYYY" is spot on and will never cease to amuse me) ... too soon, self, too soon.

As I said, the bar was exceptionally busy, which was a welcomed distraction.  However, as soon as I found out the crushing news, I threw some money at a customer, and asked her to play some Whitney hits.  Unfortunately for my customers, I frequently play Whitney hits and delight the masses with my beautiful voice.  And by frequently, I mean nearly every night that I work.  And by my beautiful voice, I mean my beautiful voice.  I refuse to admit that I don't sound exactly like Whitney.

I've never seen the bar so swamped before.  The customers, while rough and tumble looking (it was an after-party for a local motorcycle show), were amazing and super fun.  And even more important, they were pretty good tippers.

Last night, I learned 3 major things:
  1. Women are disgusting.  Utterly disgusting.  The ladies room at the bar literally made me dry heave when I attempted to clean the disgusting, disgusting mess (sorry for the visual, but I feel as though others should suffer along with me)
  2. Tattoos on men will always reve my engine a little.  Young skinny little drunk scuzballs with tats everywhere ... thank you for giving me a nice visual while I was running around like chicken with her head cut off.  Yum.
  3. Not everyone has the same passion that I feel for Whitney.  But I already knew this due to the moans and groans I would hear after playing a setlist of Whitney during an average work night.  But drunk people can be pretty cruel about her, and come on folks, someone died here.  And honestly, not just someone ... WHITNEY freaking HOUSTON!!  Ugh, my heart.
I finally got home around 3am (after the disgusting, disgusting cleaning).  After I eased my aching old body into bed, I flipped on the tv and what do I come across?  Non-stop Whitney music videos on VH1.  Sure, I was exhausted from serving hundreds of people solo at the bar and being on my feet for 10+ hours, but I had to mourn the only way I know how ... by singing Whitney at the top of my lungs at 4am.  Sorry, neighbors, it's part of the grieving process and I am entitled to it.

Thankfully, today I have no major plans, as I need to grieve, stuff my face, and watch the classic film Waiting to Exhale.  Whitney, in all seriousness, you were a beautiful, talented, powerful woman who was obviously in a lot of emotional pain.  I hope that you are in a better place and can sing with the angels.  While you do that, I will sing like an angel down here and torture the masses.

RIP Whitney Houston :(

Friday, February 10, 2012


Happy Friday, kittens!  Just a few notes about what fills my heart up today:
  • Mustacho and Carlton, the two most wonderful kitcats in the world.
  • The Skype date I had last night with one of my fav sorority sisters ... hilarious, per usual.
  • Tomorrow night at the bar should be super busy ... which (hopefully) equals lots of tip $$ in my pocket.
  • I've been keeping up with my daily meditation (per my psychic ... yes, I'm turning into one of those people), and while tedious at times, it really has focused me on prayer which I was a huge slacker on for quite some time.
  • I sent away for a lot of our old home movies to be transferred into DVDs ... finally got them back last week and they are so funny and cute.  Lots of them are of my grandfather, and I am so thankful that we were able to capture so many memories with him--acting exactly as I remembered when we were kids, so funny and charming.  And, most importantly, my favorite video ever of my brother when he was in preschool was found (after years of teasing him, the VHS mysteriously was "lost" but I discovered one with the label peeled off and whammo, there it is!).  Can't wait to share with my brother and sister-in-law!
Have a T-riffic weekend!

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Mmm ... Mustachos

Do my friends know me, or do they know me?!
Mustacho wine opener + glass
= amazing.
 After a long-ish day, I decided to pop open a bottle of my favorite white wine.  Possibly the most tragic part of the fight I had with a boy recently was the fact that I left my wine opener over there.  Never fear, I remembered that I had an amazing mustacho wine opener that my buddies Squash and Pumpkin gave me for Christmas.  Combined with one of my gorgeous mustacho wine glasses (from Mr. and Mrs. Lauren C), and I had myself a mini party! 

Carlton has mustacho

Mustacho's double

Catlady (and Carlton & Mustacho)

Found the Fart Scene

Yes, I am 25 going on 5.  And yes, I think this is hilarious.  If you don't, you need to seriously re-evaluate life.