Meat and Potatoes
I hope there’s a photo album, or video footage of sorts, that’s produced when one’s in a state of incoherence that can be reviewed once they’ve passed on. Incoherent in such a way that, for example, when I was in Vegas last I drank so much I forgot that I’d eaten dinner that night at McDonald’s. I’d like to know the conversations I had at that dinner. Perhaps know if I enjoyed the #2 I’d ordered. I’d also like to know if I accidentally threw my wallet and my $200 away with my left over French fries or if someone, in fact, DID steal it.
I bring this up because I was in this state Sunday night and I’d like to remember certain things regarding the evening. Like, why was my purse in the corner on the landing at my home when I woke up. Was I in a hurry to get downstairs? Did I drop it there? Did I throw it there? Why could I barely walk because my hip hurt so badly? Did I sleep on it wrong? Did I fall?
I’d just like to see what it is I do when I don’t remember what I did, you know? And it’s not as if these occurrences happen often. If there IS, in fact, a photo album or video footage taken for later review, my album to now would probably be a few pages. My movie: only a few hours.
I ran out of body lotion that I actually like the smell of this weekend past. I moisturize each day and, because of this, I normally have several scents stock piled in my closet. Also I usually have a stock pile because, thanks to Bath & Body Works, scented lotions have become the default gift for any female 7 years and older since 1993. Moral of the story is, I found this “Love Spell Luminous Body Lotion” that I purchased at Victoria Secret’s Semi-Annual SALE this last winter and have yet to use. Excitement overcame me at it’s discovery because I’d been using generic SUAVE lotion for the past few days that I don’t care much for the scent of. Still, I just looked down at my arms and realized that the “Luminous” in the name of the utilized lo-lo might as well be switched to “Sparkly as Hell”: “Love Spell Sparkly as Hell Body Lotion.” Then I would’ve never minded the wondrous scent and used the generic Suave so to avoid looking as though I rolled around in a box of homemade Christmas Ornaments before work this morning.
There are worse things to be than sparkly, though, I suppose.
I had a real weekend this weekend. As in, I didn’t speak to Michael either day. I don’t mind hearing from him, though. He’s a rather entertaining converser, in fact. Like yesterday when he called me from New York to tell me where I can buy replacement rims for his Bentley he said, “C.E….(some other letter I couldn’t understand.)” And I said, “Michael. Are you saying Charlie, Echo, Charlie? Or Charlie, Echo, Tango?” And he said, “That’s a big 10:4 good buddy. Charlie, Echo, Charlie’s affirmative there Goose-Doggy. This is Big Johnson, over-and-out.”
I went to see ICE AGE: THE MELTDOWN Saturday evening. Tiny was out of town at a concert so I went by myself as I assumed no other peers of mine would enjoy viewing an animated picture of the sort. Me and the 80 toddlers in attendance loved every second of the movie, though. I was a fan of the first ICE AGE.
Sunday I ran a few errands for work. Casey met me for breakfast before he drove down to Carlsbad for the week. I got him some R&R jeans that he wanted for his trip home. Sunday night was the first night I’d gone out in a while so, as my aforementioned story tells, I really unleashed my inner party-animal. I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t spent time with my friends in a while. I hung out with Trev and we caught up most of the evening (I think). I know I miss those guys when I don’t see them. But when I DO see them after having not done so in a while, I realize just how much I do. Same goes for my family and Wisconsin, in general. I swear I cry each time I see Devil’s Lake from the East Bluff.
Speaking of crying, I was in nervous tears yesterday while driving in my car. I was following a UHAUL that did an abrupt turn before a longer-than-legal stoplight, in which I was then waiting directly behind a Pool Maintenance Pick-Up truck. Do you know what Pool Maintenance Pick-Up trucks carry on them? Poles: hundreds of poles of different shapes and sizes all pointing out the back of the vehicle directly towards me.
Re…re…re…re…re…
I have goose bumps now at the mere thought…
I bring this up because I was in this state Sunday night and I’d like to remember certain things regarding the evening. Like, why was my purse in the corner on the landing at my home when I woke up. Was I in a hurry to get downstairs? Did I drop it there? Did I throw it there? Why could I barely walk because my hip hurt so badly? Did I sleep on it wrong? Did I fall?
I’d just like to see what it is I do when I don’t remember what I did, you know? And it’s not as if these occurrences happen often. If there IS, in fact, a photo album or video footage taken for later review, my album to now would probably be a few pages. My movie: only a few hours.
I ran out of body lotion that I actually like the smell of this weekend past. I moisturize each day and, because of this, I normally have several scents stock piled in my closet. Also I usually have a stock pile because, thanks to Bath & Body Works, scented lotions have become the default gift for any female 7 years and older since 1993. Moral of the story is, I found this “Love Spell Luminous Body Lotion” that I purchased at Victoria Secret’s Semi-Annual SALE this last winter and have yet to use. Excitement overcame me at it’s discovery because I’d been using generic SUAVE lotion for the past few days that I don’t care much for the scent of. Still, I just looked down at my arms and realized that the “Luminous” in the name of the utilized lo-lo might as well be switched to “Sparkly as Hell”: “Love Spell Sparkly as Hell Body Lotion.” Then I would’ve never minded the wondrous scent and used the generic Suave so to avoid looking as though I rolled around in a box of homemade Christmas Ornaments before work this morning.
There are worse things to be than sparkly, though, I suppose.
I had a real weekend this weekend. As in, I didn’t speak to Michael either day. I don’t mind hearing from him, though. He’s a rather entertaining converser, in fact. Like yesterday when he called me from New York to tell me where I can buy replacement rims for his Bentley he said, “C.E….(some other letter I couldn’t understand.)” And I said, “Michael. Are you saying Charlie, Echo, Charlie? Or Charlie, Echo, Tango?” And he said, “That’s a big 10:4 good buddy. Charlie, Echo, Charlie’s affirmative there Goose-Doggy. This is Big Johnson, over-and-out.”
I went to see ICE AGE: THE MELTDOWN Saturday evening. Tiny was out of town at a concert so I went by myself as I assumed no other peers of mine would enjoy viewing an animated picture of the sort. Me and the 80 toddlers in attendance loved every second of the movie, though. I was a fan of the first ICE AGE.
Sunday I ran a few errands for work. Casey met me for breakfast before he drove down to Carlsbad for the week. I got him some R&R jeans that he wanted for his trip home. Sunday night was the first night I’d gone out in a while so, as my aforementioned story tells, I really unleashed my inner party-animal. I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t spent time with my friends in a while. I hung out with Trev and we caught up most of the evening (I think). I know I miss those guys when I don’t see them. But when I DO see them after having not done so in a while, I realize just how much I do. Same goes for my family and Wisconsin, in general. I swear I cry each time I see Devil’s Lake from the East Bluff.
Speaking of crying, I was in nervous tears yesterday while driving in my car. I was following a UHAUL that did an abrupt turn before a longer-than-legal stoplight, in which I was then waiting directly behind a Pool Maintenance Pick-Up truck. Do you know what Pool Maintenance Pick-Up trucks carry on them? Poles: hundreds of poles of different shapes and sizes all pointing out the back of the vehicle directly towards me.
Re…re…re…re…re…
I have goose bumps now at the mere thought…