Monthly Archives: February 2008

I am an addict

I am an addict
I am an addict. A Coke addict to be exact. A Coca-Cola addict to be exactly exact. Three weeks ago tomorrow I took yet another plunge into Coca-Cola rehab. Four days later I embarked on a 9 ½ hour road trip each way all by myself AND my destination was my grandparent’s house where I am always spoiled with among other things, Coca-Cola. I am very proud to say that I resisted and survived.
 
It hasn’t been easy, what with the mope attitude, all around exhaustion, crazy nightmares, manic shudders and shakes and anger. Yes, withdrawals have been bad to me. It wasn’t until three days ago that I think I finally escaped most of the symptoms of withdrawal. I thought I was totally over it until I absolutely HAD to be in bed last night at 8pm.
 
 
I gave myself Easter. If by Easter I am still off the Coke, I can cross this off of my list of 101 Things.

Highway Thoughts

Highway Thoughts

As I mentioned before, I was on a road trip last week. I set off for the 9 ½ hour each way drive all by myself. Having given up soda pop the week before, I was a little bit worried about the road ahead but I knew that if I could make it there and back without soda, I would be well on the way to quitting my habit. Here are some things that I thought about on the way there and back.

1. Where are all of the gosh darn cinnamon bears! (For some reason when I plan a road trip, I all of a sudden develop a craving for those cinnamon gummy like bears that you USED to be able to find at a drug store or gas station. They are served to you in a clear plastic bag with a red and yellow paper label at the top that says “59 cents each or 2/$1″. Ummm, duh, I’ll take TWO HUNDRED! Sadly I didn’t find ANY Cinnabears on my trip.

2. The gas station attendant at Wilbur Wright parkway exit smells like poop sooo bad. I purchased a bag of Reese’s Pieces and a Mountain Fresh air freshener so that I could inhale and get the smell off of my palate. As soon as I got to my car, I dry heaved for 10 minutes. I also sniffed the tree shaped scented cardboard for a few minutes and then shoved it under the seat in my car. Peach is way better. Still no Cinnabears.

3. Gas station #3 – How am I always so lucky to always stop at the bathroom where they just mopped the floor…with piss!? I almost slipped and fell on the floor which was covered in an even coat of urine by the way. I wonder what kind of grout sealant they use to stand up against that kind of monsoon. I won’t even be looking for Cinnabears here.

4. Gas station #4 and lunch. Never mind on the lunch. My car-tired legs gave out on me and forced me to sit on the toilet seat instead of hover. There is pee dribbling down the back of my thigh and it’s not mine! I won’t bother with looking for Cinnamon Bears in this place either.

5. On the way home: who names things? BIG Savage Mountain, Savage River? Which was named first? Big Blue River, hmm, not as Savage as Savage River but Bigger than Savage River. I wish I had Cinnamon Bears.

6. Gas Station #2 – 1 out of 3 toilets was unusable at this stop! They had more sinks available! No, I did not do the deed in the sink! Cinnamon Bear search: without success.

7. Gas Stop #2 – Who washes their car with the window squeegee at the gas station? That girl with the flannel and Ugg boots. I’ve given up on finding Cinnamon Bears. Abort mission.

Kristin Key

Kristin Key
Well, I’m back; back from Virginia and back from my hiatus of me time. What am I thinking? Every moment is a “me” moment. I’ve been thinking about my friends who have kids and about my parents when I was a kid. I already feel like there is no time in my day for a single additional thing to be added. I like having all of my time for what I want to do and occasionally for what J wants to do and generally for what I HAVE to do.
 
 
If I had a child, all of that would be gone. Forever.
 
No, thanks!
 
 
Last night we went to a local comedy club and watched two people perform for our group and about 10-15 other people. Kristin Key was the headliner and boy is she funny! I really think that her thoughts on public restrooms are right on! See my Twitter for evidence of that! She now lives in Long Beach, California – close to my friends and family and close to where I used to live. After the show I was trying to have a conversation with her because she stood all alone for 4 or 5 minutes. I walked up and we started talking and laughing and she hugged me like a BFF. THEN, this game killer guy walks up and interrupts and takes over my conversation with her, edging me out totally (Yes, I’m the jealous type)! This kid told the first comedian that he had been laid by three different people in his life.
 
 
As I told our table of friends, there is not way on earth that this guy has ever had sex with another person, let alone three!

Hugs and Kisses

Hugs and Kisses

Hello internet friends! I have not forgotten you! I was on a 4 day road trip to Virginia to visit my wonderful grandparents. In case you missed me, you can check out my twitter entries at www.twitter.com/theburbblog or just look to your left. It was a wonderful, much needed weekend of relaxing, eating delicious food, visiting with my grandparents and sleep. I slept about 28 hours in three nights.

 
You can expect to see some of my photos over the next few days. I’m not so sure if I will write anymore today, we’ll see how it goes. I will tell you that 8 years ago today, my 15 year old brother was killed in a car accident. I will also tell you that this significantly altered my life and the lives of my family members and that it seems that not a day goes by that I don’t think of him in some way. I encourage you all to call a family member or friend that you haven’t spoken to in a while. Let them know how much they are loved.

Pizza, Pizza

Pizza, Pizza

 While Jay was in Atlanta, Special Friend and Special Girl-Friend came over and brought pizza making “supplies” for KC and me. Special F and GF made a mushroom pizza (ewwwww) and KC and I made a yummy half herbivore half carnivore pizza.

We texted photos to Jay in Atlanta and he responded with a text photo of his huge meal at a fancy restaurant. I was sad I wasn’t with him but I wasn’t jealous, our pizzas were kick butt!

Ice, Ice Baby Part Two – The Better Part

Ice, Ice Baby Part Two – The Better Part

 This morning I exited the bathroom, turned on the light and saw my puppy curled up on (my side of) the bed, wrapped around a jewelry store bag. Inside there were two earrings (one set/pair) with a diamond on each! Guess who got diamond earrings! It wasn’t the dog!

I’ve wanted a pair ever since I can remember. I wanted diamond earrings even more than I wanted a diamond engagement ring! They are beautiful and so is my husband! He is a handsome fox of a Valentine! Oh, AND I get to cross off #14. Get diamond earrings on my list of 101 Things in 1001 Days. Thank you Jay! I love you and Happy Valentines Day!

Ice, Ice Baby

Ice, Ice Baby

 I remember growing up in Southern California that if the weather was anything other than sunny or overcast, it merited a grand viewing. We used to roll up the garage door and watch the yard flood or climb the ladder to the second floor loft above the garage and watch the hail (once every few years). It may be for that behavior during my upbringing that I am still the first one to make an event out of any sort of weather.

Yesterday, after a much anticipated disappointment (school was not canceled due to snow – we still had to come at the normal time), I arrived at work and then the freezing rain came. In California, freezing rain might be called snow or I would personally refer to it as tiny knives flying through the air. Lucky me, the “freezing rain” blanketed my car and made an icy cover that even Satan himself would have a hard time maneuvering.


Sometimes I slam the car door really hard just to make the ice crack. Weird, I know.

 

 


I mean really, I didn’t want to get into my car after a long, endless day at work anyway.

 

 


Ice-fetti

 

 

 

I am confident that if I had been outside, I would look a lot like this grass. I wish I hadn’t taken this photo with Hell in the background…

 

Honk if you love chicken!

Honk if you love chicken!

One great thing about my part time job for a large company is that sometimes other companies like to share things. For instance, last month I got several $5 off coupons for my favorite Mexican restaurant and this week I scored a stack of coupons for free a free breakfast entrée at Chik-Fil-A, a fast food chain that sells chicken. These coupons are good only on Wednesdays through March so I need to eat there once a week until then to burn through my coupons.

The relationship that the people in this state have with Chik-Fil-A is very complex, they LOVE that place! Since my first day arriving here, people have flooded me with free food offers from this place, every year a television special airs with the story behind Chik-Fil-A and how Christian tradition drives them in their promise to be closed on Sundays. (Note to readers: Having grown up in Southern California, I never had a Chik-Fil-A experience – when I went home a few months ago I saw a Chik-Fil-A!)

The marketing for Chik-Fil-A is wonderful! Cows begging people to eat more “Chikn”, Cow Appreciation Day and as I learned today, “Wonderful Wednesday”!

When I pulled up to the drive-thru, determined to use my coupon, I was greeted with the friendliest sounding, Barbie, cartoon character voice saying: “Welcome to Wonderful Wednesdays where every car gets a free breakfast item, can I take your order?” Every time I said thank you from the order board to the window, I was answered with, “My pleasure”. After all of this time of being so unhappy with my career situation, I am beginning to wonder if fast food is the answer to being fulfilled, happy and pleased to help people. It’s like these people are trained to expect a thank you! They even have an answer for when it happens!

Driving away, feeling fully won over by the Chik-Fil-A cult, I wondered how many other chicken skeptics were won over with Wonderful Wednesday? As I turned down the street to work, I pulled up behind a car with a license plate frame that said: “Honk if you love Chicken – Chick Fil A”. How many of you are out driving around with McDonald’s license plate frames or Taco Bell? See what I mean by weird relationship?
Oh, and now I have an extra coupon. I hope that every Wednesday is not Wonderful Wednesday! I felt privileged to have those coupons.