I got a little secret, that I can't tell anyone, not even you guys. It is making my stomach all a flutter and nervous as all can be. But I can't tell you yet, because I don't want to jinx myself. But just know that if it does turn out and comes to be, I will be doing the "Happy Dance."
Apparently I've had my head so far up Big Brother's and the Olympic's Ass', that I have become down right unsociable. I've turned into a TV addict, looking everywhere I can to get me some more of these shows. I can't seem to hold a normal conversation with you unless you, yourself are watching these shows with as much vigor as I am. "What, you don't watch BB5? Be gone fool, I got nothing for you!" "If you can't tell me which twin has the mole or which houseguest won a role on The Young and the Restless this week, just who do you think you are? I can't be seen with you!" Just give me some more of that sweet BB or let me get just one more glimpse of these guys... I'll be fine, I promise, just a little more...
It's gotten so bad, that even TL said to me the other day, "What will you do when all your friends are gone, and not on TV anymore? Who will you play with then?" I think a feeling of terror came over me and I began to have the shakes... I retorted, "Shut the hell up and go away, you are not in my club anymore and poop on you, you big meanie!" Then I remembered the greatest invention of all time... "Thank God for TiVo," I said. "Neener Neener, Neenerrrr!"
We're quite the well adjusted couple, as you can clearly see. Well, at least I am.
You all can't even imagine how much I look forward to Fridays as of late. I won't sit here and blab off a bunch of reason why I hate my job, (I work with a bunch of crazy ass ladies who all sit around and gossip about each other and then complain that no one gets along, hypocrite-city up in here... We got a lot of, Nit-pick, nit-pick, bitch-moan, bitch-moan, gripe-gripe-gripe. Ghaaaw, it's so fucking annoying. Just grow-up, grow-up and while you're at it, Shut-up, Shut-up already!) because I know, you already know that I hate my job. I also know that you know I had a chance to get out a few months ago and chose not to. So I am now living with this choice, no matter how bad it is. And believe me, it's bad. I got a serious case of the "I shoulda-woulda-coulda's."
So, here's to FRIDAY'S!! I love you, you sweet little day that comes at the end of the long week. You seem to me, to be very popular, very sexy, and I just want to get all up in your presence. I think I even wrote about this once before... Apparently this isn't the first time I have wanted to "Sex You Up," Friday...
The Olympics have not disappointed me at all this year. I have been glued! I just love to watch competition and have found myself wishing I was there to root them all in person. And how about that Greece? Sign me up! I love me some blue skies, blue waters and white molded buildings. I could live with a year long tan, endless supply of Moussaka and Ouzo. It always seems like it would be so cool to go to the Olympics when they are actually going on, in the current city where they are; L.A.,Atlanta, Sydney, Athens. But looking ahead makes it hard to know if that would actually be a city I would want to visit... But as usual, I end up with a case of the "I shoulda-woulda-coulda's..."
Usually the summer's here in Texas, are hot. Fucking hot. I remember the summer of 2000, we had something like 40+ days in a row of 100+ temps. And we went 90+ days with no rain, not one single drop. It was hell. I hated it and cried every night. I cried Big Ass Pansy Ass Tears. Tears that only made it worse.
But this summer? This summer has been heaven. Who knows why we've been so lucky... why the skies have graced us with big white puffy clouds and cooler temps. Again with the tears, but this time, they're Big Ass Happy Ass Tears. Tears of joy, that have only made it better...
Just 2 more days till the Olympics begin. I just love me some Olympics. I usually keep up with a chosen few sports and athletes and like to follow them all the way through the 2 weeks of games. Gosh, I am just so excited this year... I mean, with all the history, being Athens, Greece and all... I'm thinking it's just what we need to perk this summer up!
Here is a rundown of what I'll be watching and who I will be rooting for (You can be so glad you all don't live in the apartment next to or below ours, as I tend to do a lot of jumping up and down and hoop-n-hollerin'... Oh and when something reeeallly good happens, I get out the big dinner bell that I inherited from my gramma, Bert. We're talking, hellaicious-noisy neighbor here. But hey, it's all in the spirit of the USA people, get over it )
Aquatics: Mens & Womens
If you haven't heard of Michael Phelps III, where've you been hiding? Climb out of that rock you's been living in... You must root for this boy! Besides, he's a bit quirky; he has to have a can of "Clam Chowdha" in his room for good luck! Gotta love quirky.
I will also be watching for the "no goggle wearing," Amanda Beard. It kills me that she doesn't even wear goggles when she swims and she can swim like she swims... Again with the quirky...
Beach Volleyball: Mens & Womens
When TL and I used to live in California, we used to love to go to the beach whenever they had the AVP tournaments. Where else can you go and watch competition where both of you get to see half naked people walking around? He likes the girls and I like the boys... Hmmm, go figure. I will be watching all of the men, but of course will root for Team USA. (Yum, tan skin, sand, blonde locks, cute swim trunks, hellooo) Of the girls teams, watch out for this pair, Misty May and Kerri Walsh. They're a couple of skinny bitches who will be doing some damage! Love them.
I see that I have been absent all of this month, so far. I don't really know what the deal is, other than I don't have much going on. Life is just a little ho-hum, if you get my drift... Although, I seem to be caught up in a series of addictions lately... These things have been keeping me pre-occupied, or otherwise glued to. It seems the past few weeks I've found myself addicted to Big Brother (most embarrassing, but true) I don't know why this show intrigues me so, other than the fact that I love to watch human dynamics and strategy play out on the screen. I am a very competitive person and always have been. I love to see people play off of each other, try and scheme, figure out and win. I know this show is nothing but a bunch of egotistical lab rats running around making promises they all have no intention on ever keeping, but still, I'm hooked.
I've also kept myself busy by being just a tad addicted to making these little dolls (via one of my favorite reads, Liquid-Blog) I dare you to go in and make just one. Don't even come back here and tell me that you didn't want to make a second and even a third... Who do you think you're kidding? I know better!
And lastly, I'm definitely addicted to these little purses (via another one of my favorite reads, ugc) I've sewn up about 15 of them so far... My favorite part is shopping for the fabrics. I've hit all the low budget fabric shops and hit a couple of nicer quilt fabric shops this weekend. It's a sickness, I tell ya. I wonder if there is a meeting for people like me... "Hi my name is jill and I'm a Big-CandyBar-Brother-Doll-Purse-Maker-aholic."
Here is a week's worth of just jill's... (geez, I need a life!)