So many things bouncing around in my head, and instead of choosing one, I'm going to cram a few in here. I think we'll get the bitchiness and nastiness over with first.
It's very enjoyable to call up a friend to check up on them and have them call you a whore and hang up on you. I really wish my friends would do that more often, especially when I'm doing everything I can to help them out. Whatever. I've done my best, and maybe someday they'll fucking figure that out.
Next up: The people who send you forwards about politics, religion, immigrants, gay people, all kinds of stuff without bothering to stop and think about how offended you may be by these e-mails. People, if you aren't 100% sure what someone thinks about certain topics, don't send that crap. Not everyone thinks all immigrants should get the hell out, not everyone thinks that giving gay people THE SAME RIGHTS that straight people have will make the world implode, not everyone wants to get that sappy drivel about the notecards filed in heaven, not everyone thinks that all Muslims are evil. Seriously, WTF?
On a more cheerful note, Tasha and Jeff were in town over the weekend for BGSU's homecoming, and I got to spend most of my Saturday with them. So much fun! I didn't make it up there in time to go to the BGNews tent, but that's OK. Maybe next year. Anyway, the three of us had dinner at Easy Street and then Jeff & I went to Beckett's to shoot pool while Tasha went back to the hotel to take a nap, leaving us without a car.
Not too far into things I took a step back away from the table after a shot and the heel on my left shoe broke. That sucks, of course, but the thing that really pissed me off was that I had bought the shoes less than three hours before! Luckily Dave was up that way watching football, so I called him and he came and took us to the mall so I could buy yet another pair of shoes. Then he dropped us back off at Beckett's, and we waited for Tasha.
When Tasha got there we played some more pool, then we went to Downtown, which was a mistake because there were waaaaaaaaaay too many people there. We did run into our friend Bailey, but we still left after one drink and went to BW3 to eat again. Then we hung out in their hotel room for a little while, and I headed home. I know it doesn't sound too exciting, but we laughed a lot and got to catch up, so it was a good time.
Oh, and Sunday I took the evil broken shoes back and they let me exchange them. I was going to get a different style, but I really liked the ones that broke, so I went with those again. I'll just have to walk verrrrrrrry carefully and not take any steps backwards I guess.
Well, I must go vacuum up the pet dander and spray things down with allergen-reducing Febreze for allergy man, so I'm outta here.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Something to sneeze at
I told MB I'd tell Vegas stories, didn't I? That's funny, because I don't have any wild or crazy ones, or even ones people might find interesting. Oh well, you can skip them if you want.
We stayed at the Imperial Palace, and you know what? They really give you the feeling that they just don't give a damn since the place is being torn down in a year or whatever. If you're going to Vegas before the Palace is torn down, I would recommend that you do not stay there. I can't even give an example of the lack of caring, it was just the whole experience.
The monorail, which wasn't built yet the last time we were out, is great! $15 for a 24-hour pass, it goes up and down the strip, it's air conditioned, you don't have to fight strip traffic or pay an arm and a leg for a taxi ... like I said, it's great!
The wedding went off without a hitch, the bride and groom looked beautiful, the chapel was nice, the minister was jolly, the photographer was kind of wacky, and I got to show my boobs to Las Vegas. I think the word Joy used to describe the bridesmaids' dresses was "boobilicious," and they sure were! But that's OK, it was Vegas!
Dave and I ate dinner at Toby Keith's I Love This Bar & Grill at Harrah's, and I was in heaven. Toby Keith = awesome, and his music was everywhere, and there was a gift shop, and the food was good, so we'll definitely be going there the next time we're in LV.
We also went to the Star Trek Experience at the Hilton, and that was pretty neat. It's kind of expensive, but there's lots of memorabilia to look at and there are two short show kind of things to do. And, of course, a gift shop. Even if you're not a hard-core Trekkie but like the shows, I think it's worth doing.
The last time we were in LV I got a (fake diamond) ring at the Scarab Shop in the Luxor, and I got one this past time, too. I've decided that that's going to be my LV "thing," getting a ring at that shop whenever we're there. How girly!
OK, that was August ... last month Kim, Mom and I went to the Yankee Peddler festival thingy, and that was pretty fun. So many cool crafty things! Pottery, jewelry, metalworks, herbs, candles ... I spent a good chunk of change, but I did actually restrain myself. We've decided to make it an annual outing, but if the bagpiper stalks us again next fall, I'm going to have to take him out.
Also last month Dave finally went to an allergist, which is where the title of this post comes in. He woke up unable to breathe several weeks ago, and thought maybe he should see somebody. (I won't point out that when he got his FULL health coverage a couple years ago I suggested visiting an allergist.) As it turns out, Dave's not just allergic to grass or some plants; he maybe should be living in a bubble. The list is: trees - elm, ash, walnut, pines and cotwood (cottonwood?); weeds - cockelbur, ragweed, pig weed, mugwort, English plantain, marsh elder, Russian thistle, and a couple abbreviated things that I can't figure out; dust mites; and, are you ready for this? Dogs (a little) and cats (a lot)!
How fun is that? (not very) I'm trying to do better at cleaning the house, but it's not working all that well. The animals are no longer allowed in our bedroom, and the cats are PISSED OFF about that one, let me tell you. And Dave now has to take medicine and has to get shots for the next five years. He has to get one in each arm once a week, but I guess the frequency will lessen over time. But then, when it's all done, hopefully he'll be immune to the allergens.
In less interesting news, I won a gourd-decorating contest at work. I may get around to taking a picture of it sometime, and if I do, I'll post it so you can marvel at the pathetic-ness that is my artistic ability.
We stayed at the Imperial Palace, and you know what? They really give you the feeling that they just don't give a damn since the place is being torn down in a year or whatever. If you're going to Vegas before the Palace is torn down, I would recommend that you do not stay there. I can't even give an example of the lack of caring, it was just the whole experience.
The monorail, which wasn't built yet the last time we were out, is great! $15 for a 24-hour pass, it goes up and down the strip, it's air conditioned, you don't have to fight strip traffic or pay an arm and a leg for a taxi ... like I said, it's great!
The wedding went off without a hitch, the bride and groom looked beautiful, the chapel was nice, the minister was jolly, the photographer was kind of wacky, and I got to show my boobs to Las Vegas. I think the word Joy used to describe the bridesmaids' dresses was "boobilicious," and they sure were! But that's OK, it was Vegas!
Dave and I ate dinner at Toby Keith's I Love This Bar & Grill at Harrah's, and I was in heaven. Toby Keith = awesome, and his music was everywhere, and there was a gift shop, and the food was good, so we'll definitely be going there the next time we're in LV.
We also went to the Star Trek Experience at the Hilton, and that was pretty neat. It's kind of expensive, but there's lots of memorabilia to look at and there are two short show kind of things to do. And, of course, a gift shop. Even if you're not a hard-core Trekkie but like the shows, I think it's worth doing.
The last time we were in LV I got a (fake diamond) ring at the Scarab Shop in the Luxor, and I got one this past time, too. I've decided that that's going to be my LV "thing," getting a ring at that shop whenever we're there. How girly!
OK, that was August ... last month Kim, Mom and I went to the Yankee Peddler festival thingy, and that was pretty fun. So many cool crafty things! Pottery, jewelry, metalworks, herbs, candles ... I spent a good chunk of change, but I did actually restrain myself. We've decided to make it an annual outing, but if the bagpiper stalks us again next fall, I'm going to have to take him out.
Also last month Dave finally went to an allergist, which is where the title of this post comes in. He woke up unable to breathe several weeks ago, and thought maybe he should see somebody. (I won't point out that when he got his FULL health coverage a couple years ago I suggested visiting an allergist.) As it turns out, Dave's not just allergic to grass or some plants; he maybe should be living in a bubble. The list is: trees - elm, ash, walnut, pines and cotwood (cottonwood?); weeds - cockelbur, ragweed, pig weed, mugwort, English plantain, marsh elder, Russian thistle, and a couple abbreviated things that I can't figure out; dust mites; and, are you ready for this? Dogs (a little) and cats (a lot)!
How fun is that? (not very) I'm trying to do better at cleaning the house, but it's not working all that well. The animals are no longer allowed in our bedroom, and the cats are PISSED OFF about that one, let me tell you. And Dave now has to take medicine and has to get shots for the next five years. He has to get one in each arm once a week, but I guess the frequency will lessen over time. But then, when it's all done, hopefully he'll be immune to the allergens.
In less interesting news, I won a gourd-decorating contest at work. I may get around to taking a picture of it sometime, and if I do, I'll post it so you can marvel at the pathetic-ness that is my artistic ability.
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