We Fear Change

As far back as I can remember I have dated people in "the group". My friends and I have this tight little circle that we have all dated in. Let me try to sum it up. One of my best friends (A) dated my brother for 8 years. When they broke up she started dating my brother's roommate who happens to be my ex-boyfriend. My other best friend (L) was married to one of my other friends(whom I had a fling with in high school) and after they got divorced she dated my brother. Now she is dating another one of our friends. When I was in high school I started dating one of my friend's brother. His best friend and I became good friends and after we broke up, I kept contact with the friend. Later he introduced me to the guy that I ended up marrying. Before I got married I dated the brother of (L). After I got divorced I dated the brother of (A). Are you confused yet? Let's just I can't have all my friends and family together anymore. They have all dated each other. So, having said all that, I decided to start dating outside this horrible circle. Well, Saturday night I met a really nice guy. He is not in "the circle", but he is kinda connected. He went to high school with all of us. He knows some of the same people we know, but he graduated 2 years before me, so he is not directly associated with any of us. I sort of remember him from high school. I think he was in my lunch class or something. Anyhoo, I ran into him at the Plaza Saturday night and we are suppose to hook up sometime after I get back from Florida. As you all know I don't hold relationship info to myself. (Especially if it goes sour) I'll keep ya posted.

We Love to Fly and It Shows

Friday I am flying to Orlando with my son to stay with my dad and his wife. We have a nice vacation planned. My son has never been to Disney World, so we planned to take him there. The rest of the week I'm sure will be spent relaxing in the pool. It all sounds like a great vacation. Free place to stay, free food, free entertainment. So, why am I worried out of my mind? Well as strange as it may sound, I am 27 years old and have never flown. I know, I know, most everyone these days have flown at least once. Yeah well, not me. I have just never had a reason or a want to fly. If I ever had a small feeling that I did, it was snuffed out years ago when I lost my step-brother and his wife to a plane crash. I have heard all the statistics and apparently you have a bigger chance of dying in a car crash than in a plane crash. I'm sorry, if you wreck your car, you have a chance of coming out without a scratch. If you crash a plane, your toast. So, don't give me that crap. Plus, to make matters worse, they are expecting a massive hurricane about the time my plane should arrive. Anyhoo, I'll post when I get there to let you all know how my first plane trip was. We'll see who freaked out more, me or my 3 year old. I'm going to bet it will be me.

What Not to Buy in Bulk

So apparently Cosco, which is another version of Sam's, opened up here in B'ham a few months back. They carry bulk items for those of you that can't have too many cases of Spam. Other items that you might find there are gallon jars of mayo, huge teeth rotting bags of candy, and apparently coffins. Yep, coffins. So, here's my query. Can you get those in bulk? I was planning a mass suicide later tonight and I need to get a lot of coffins at a good bargain. What the hell is this world coming to? "Um honey could you grab a 50 pack of Wrigley's, 5 gallons of pickle chips, and oh yeah, the family pack of coffins?" I'm sorry, when it's my time to go, I don't want to be shoved into something that was sold next to a 500 pack of Depends Undergarments. I mean, call me crazy, but I do have my pride.

ATHF

Every now and then a cartoon comes out that I just can't live without. Through the years there have been alot of winners. The Simpsons, Beavis and Butthead, Family Guy, Futurama, pretty much all of Liquid Television...you get the point. Well I was introduced to a new one a few months ago...Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Let me just say, Bravo. From the first episode I saw I have been hooked. For those of you not fortunate enough to have seen this show, I can only say, find it and watch it. There are 3 main characters..Frylock, Master Shake and Meatwad. Frylock is an order of fries, Shake is a milkshake and Meatwad..well he's a meatwad. Anyhoo, check it out. I'm not even going to try to put into words what the show is all about. This is one you just have to experience for yourself. My brother bought me the dvd set for my birthday and I think it was the best gift I got this year. Go to http://www.tvtome.com/AquaTeenHungerForce/ for a sample of the madness. Hope you enjoy as much as I do.

MY NAME IS...

Shake-Zula, the mic rulah, the old schoolah.
You wanna trip, I'll bring it to ya!
Frylock and I'm on top, rock you like a cop.
Meatwad make the money see. Meatwad get the honeys G.
Drivin in my car, livin' like a star. Ice on my fingers and my toes and I'm a Taurus
Ha, check-check it, yeah
Cuz we are tha Aque Teenz, make the homeys say ho 'n the girlies wanna scream!
Cuz we are tha Aqua Teenz, make the homeys say ho 'n the girlies wanna scream!
Aqua Teen Hunger Force- Numba one in tha hood, G

Baja Blah

So I went to Taco Bell today for lunch. As if that wasn't punishment enough for my body, I decided to try this new Baja Blast drink. It's made by Mountain Dew and only at Taco Bell. Now I have enjoyed some of the other flavors that Mountain Dew has created. For instance the Live Wire is highly addictive and by far one of the tastiest drinks out there, in my opinion. But, this Baja crap is kinda like sucking down floor cleaner. Not that I have tasted floor cleaner, but I can only imagine. Thanks to the house cleaners and disinfectants of the world anything flavored with lime just makes me feel sick. I guess I should have thought of that before I purchased the extra large, extra nasty Baja Blast. If anyone has tried this horrible drink, let me know what you think. But, for the love of God don't try it just to let me know your opinion. In all honesty, I guess there are worse thing out there for you to drink.......like Pinesol.

Look Kids, Big Ben ...Parliment.

Every now and then I get tested by the powers that be. Just a bit of a kick in the ol' patience, to see how far I can be pushed. This weekend just happened to be one of those tests. I had promised a friend of mine that I would pick her and her little boy up from the airport Friday night. I convinced my best friend that she should go with me, and man am I glad she did. I think if she hadn't been there I might have pulled over and cried. The plane was scheduled to arrive at 9:55 pm from Minneapolis. That is all the information I had. We left my friend's house around 9:00 and set out on a 3 hour adventure. First, we went the extremely long way to get to there, which I didn't realize it was the long way until I had driven for 15 minutes before I came to a road that would have gotten us there in 5. Then, the hell continued. We got to the airport and thought we were following the right signs. I entered one parking deck only to figure out it was for rent-a-cars. When I tried to leave the parking deck I realized the road I was on was a one way. We had to drive all the way back around the airport.(Lap 1) Then we went in through the baggage claim and pick up line. Unfortunately you can't stop there unless the party you are picking up is ready. Back around the airport.(Lap 2) Then I thought I could find a parking spot on the side of the road, unfortunately they were reserved for limos and buses. My friend pointed out one that looked like I could park in, but I missed it. Back around the airport.(Lap 3) Yep, it only looked like I could park there. Limos and buses only. Back around the airport. (Lap 4) As we started our next lap my friend noticed the sign for short term parking...as we passed it. Back around the airport.(Lap 5) Finally, we got into the parking lot and found what we thought was the concourse she would be arriving from. It was now 9:55. so, we sat and waited. The plane arrived and everyone started coming off the plane. We waited and watched all the weary travelers being greeted by there loved ones. We waited and watched as the flight crew came off and then there was no one else. It was now 10:15. No Alana. We decided that maybe we were at the wrong concourse after all and walked towards another one. Half way to it I decided that was the only flight from Minneapolis and we were headed back. So, we stood and waited, we sat and waited, we paced and waited. Finally at about 10:40 she emerged from the plane. Time to go! Nope. We still had to go to baggage claim. Apparently her mom had sent half her house home in this girl's suitcase. We had to get some strange guys in the parking deck to carry this thing to the car. It even had a caution tag on it! Then, I guess I didn't consider someone who had been gone for 2 weeks would have luggage, 'cause my trunk was full. We had to cram 2 suitcases in the trunk and 2 suitcases and a box in the backseat. Not to mention my friend and her kid, plus me and my other friend. My plan from there was to take my friend that was kind enough to go there with me home and then take my friend that I picked up, to my house. She had left her car at my house while she was gone, so once we were back there she could drive home. That was the plan. Only, we went the wrong way on the interstate. I ended up driving all the way to my house, dropped Alana and her son off at their car and turned around and drove all the way back past the airport to take my other friend home. Fortunately she was kind enough to let me sleep at her house. By this time it was around 12-ish. From this experience I have decided my "favor " days are over. I have truly been to hell and back.