What a Weekend!

So this weekend was pretty good. Friday night I went to Stomp, the Plaza and then to The Station. Stomp was great, the Plaza was...well the Plaza, and the Station was actually really cool. Saturday started off badly(hangover and fight with the ex) but progressed into a really fun night. It was Meet the Bloggers part 3. Everyone showed up at some point during the evening, some left before others, but we all had fun I think. I won 5 games of pool, 4 of which were in a row. That never happens! Then about 2 in the morning I'm sitting at the bar looking around and realized the only people left from our group was me, Frenchy, and Noodle Spiller. At that point I called it an evening and went home...alone. Seems to be the norm for me lately. I guess it's better than going home with someone that turns out to be a lying psycho. Anyhoo, as for the quotes of the evening, really only one stands out in my head:
"I am not poop."

P.S. Thanks for all the great advise Kenn. Revenge is a beautiful thing.

The Noodle Spiller

One of my ex-boyfriends called this morning as I was getting ready for work. He's the one that I went out with after I left my husband. The so-called friend turned boyfriend, turned ex-boyfriend. Anyway, he has this talent for sniffing out my happiness and trying to cash in on it. He wanted me to know that he and his woman were not doing so well. The one he left me for. What does he want me to say to that? "Sorry to hear it,guy." "Sorry you dumped me for her and it's not what you thought it was going to be." "You shouldn't be such an over dramatic prick." So he is telling me this like I care and then asks how my life is going. I could have been the better person and told him that my life was going shitty too, so he would feel better about his life...but I didn't. I told him I was so happy and things were going so well right now.hehehe. I know it sounds mean, but oh well. He's a web weaver and it's time he realizes it.

Shoot Me Now

I had another one of my "where's my gun" migraines yesterday. I use to only get them 2 to 3 times a year. Now I can set my clock by them. Over the last year I have gotten 2 to 3 a month. What sucks about them is I am out for the rest of the day. I take just under a lethal amount of medicine and curl up in a ball in the dark. The one yesterday was the worst one in a long time. I had to call my mom to pick me up from work, but I made her sit in the waiting room of my office for 30 minutes before I could leave. I was curled up in an exam chair with the lights off and my head in my hands. If you have ever had one, you feel my pain. If you haven't, just imagine someone opening up the top off your head and scraping a fork across your brain for 3 or 4 hours, only pausing to stab it in your temples every few seconds. Yep...that just about sums it up.

Back By Popular Demand

My brother insists on me writing another post, so here goes. I had a really good night last night. I went to The Comedy Club with Hemisphere to see some lady from Last Comic Standing. She didn't show because of a freak accident with the rotating doors at the airport, but we were entertained by the comic stylings of Moo Moo. There were other comics, but I could only remember Moo Moo's name. (for obvious reasons) Anyhoo, they were all really funny.
This weekend I am going to my Granny's house for my nephew's birthday party. She called last night to inform me her ghosts were acting up, so that should be interesting. I'll keep you posted on any ghostly behavior. Other than that, not much to report. No new cheese flavors to admire. No new coffee drinks to let me loose. Just another day.

Crappuccino

I never have been a fan of coffee. I love the way it smells, but always hated the taste. Today a friend of mine stopped by and gave me a Frappuccino. I loved the taste of it, but the after taste was horrible. Plus, it made my ass scream like banshee. They should serve that crap with a side of Imodium. Anyhoo, just wanted to share that little tid bit with ya.

Valentine's Day

It sucks. Enough said.

Bloggers: Take Two

Well, the 2nd blogger meeting went off without a hitch. Same great taste, none of the drama. I drank way too much, got felt up by several people and went home alone. Good times.

Shame On You

Player has been a naughty boy. Apparently his games are coming to an end. He has this wild idea that I tried to hook up with his roommate and I guess he is trying to get back at me by dating my best friend. Here lies the problem. First of all,I really liked Player, alot. I was starting to have major feelings for him and he just stopped talking to me. I took that as being dumped. So, I ran into his roommate one night after the fact and being a tad bit intoxicated, I flirted. I flirt with everyone, but it doesn't mean I want to hook up. I have known his roommate for 10 years and we have always been flirty, but I just don't like him that way. Anyway, he assumes I am trying to hook up and gets mad. Then, he got over it until he saw me with Minnesota. He thinks Minnesota looks just like him and apparently I only dated him because of that. Shortly after I hook up with Minnesota, he starts dating Irish. I found it strange that he would go for my best friend, but oh well, it wasn't my place to stop it, we were in fact broken up. Now, it all comes out that he was trying to get back at me for something I didn't even do. How messed up is that? So, not only did he try to hurt me, but he could have hurt my best friend in the process. Thank God Irish is a strong person, otherwise I would have to kick his ass. I just don't understand his reasoning. If he liked me, why the hell did he stop talking to me? If he didn't, why is he trying to get back at me for something he thinks I did? I guess me and Player need to have a little talk about life.

No Mommy it's A.T.

So this morning my son pulls out my E.T. dvd and asks me if he can watch it. This started a 15 minutes war over how you pronounce "E.T". He had watched it over at my mom's house a few days before and apparently picked up her southern accent. He was calling it "A.T".( Say it with a thick southern accent and see what you get.) Anyway, he goes on to say,"That little fellar's name is A.T." Yep, "that little fellar". I could feel my skin crawling at the very words. I never have been able to stand hearing kids talk in this manner. Ya know, southern. I know I have a southern accent because I grew up here, but I try to tame if possible. Instead of "ya'll" I say "you guys". Instead of "coke" I say "soda". He has picked up on those things, but obviously not enough. I don't know why it bothers me so bad, but it really does.

Hello, my name is Tori and I am anal.(Man, that's gonna cause some comments.) Notice I said I am anal, not I do anal.

Strange Creatures

Why is it when you really like a guy and you give them all your attention, they treat you like shit. But, when you act like you could care less and don't spend much time with them, they act like love sick dogs? Why can't you guys just be normal? Example: When Minnesota and I started hanging out, he acted all cool and gave me the "I don't care what you do. I don't want a relationship." But, now that he screwed up and I haven't been giving him all my attention, he is a drooling fool. I guess it's the whole thrill of the chase thing. I am guilty of the same thing.....when I was in high school. Now, being an adult, I like a little honesty in my men. I know, that's never going to happen, but it would be nice. Ok. I feel better. I just needed to rant for a minute. Back to my love of cheese.
I am forever grateful to my brother for introducing me to Havarti. It is the God of cheese. This is the creamiest, most yummy cheese I have ever tried. Heaven on bread!