I had completely forgotten about our making plans to go with some friends into South Austin last for dinner and a show. Well, I didn't even make plans, it was more like I was included with out my knowledge. I did have plans to go in service Saturday morning, but called and rescheduled that for the Sunday because I was "tired". I should have kept them.
I was reminded of the evening's arrangements early Saturday afternoon, then was distracted and forgot yet again. Colt came in about 3:30 (I think) and told me to be ready for them (Laytons) to call for us to meet up with everyone. So I got myself together and ate a quick bite. (Yes, we were heading to dinner, but it was in Austin, and I was hungry.) So we waited for the call, waited, waited, and waited. That was fine, though, gave me time to read the study article for Sunday. Then we waited some more. I think it was around 5 or just after when we got the signal to hit the road.
We met the group at the hall and joined into two vehicles to travel to Austin. Car one: Dathan & Amanda Dalton, with Mark & Heather Truelove. Car two: Arthur, Carolyn, & Jessica Layton, and Colt & I. It was a fun ride. Dathan led the way. Our destination: Nutty Brown Cafe. We got there after awhile. It seemed to take forever because we were all hungry and ready to eat before we left town. When we reached the Cafe, our aim was to eat outside and listen to the band, the Eggmen. (Beatles Tribute band). The wait outside was 1.5 hours, so we head inside. They couldn't give us a wait time inside, but it ended up taking about the same amount of time. We sat at 2 separate tables and periodically included each table in conversation despite being divided by a hall way. Food gets to the tables at 9ish. Yes, it was good, but hard to say if it itself was good, or just eating in general.
After eating, we move outside to take in the night's entertainment. We only get to hear about 1.5 hours or so, not much, but they were good. We danced, and laughed, and watched people through out the remainder of the night. Very much a good time.
A long trip back home. All of us trying to keep one another awake. More laughing and interesting conversation. We get home super late, and I'm in bed after 1am this morning. I didn't get up early enough for service, but rescheduled yet again for early afternoon. So I'm stopping here, and head out once again.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
This is something that happened some time last week, I just never really thought about it. Dreams are funny like that. Any way, I don't remember what I ate before going to bed, or what movies or shows I might have watched that would have triggered bad dreams. Last week was a long week, I was having trouble sleeping anyhow, so this most likely added to the problem. It may have been Wednesday or Thursday, I don't really remember. I do remember, however, this nightmare wouldn't end. I would wake myself up, fight going back to sleep, but fall asleep again, and the dream would return. Same vicious circle all night long. You know the dream, you're in a big, dark house. You know the people around you, but can't put their names with them. Walk around, lost. Strange sounds. Then a large monster with teeth and claws comes out of no where and chases after everyone. You can't scream, much less run. It's hopeless, the creature is on you. This repeats all night. I wake up out of breath, sweating, scared out of my wits. By 3am, I'm too tired to fight it anymore. I give up, and go back to sleep, having to get up at 6am. The last time I have the dream that night, it starts as it usually did the countless times before. I go through the same conversations, we end up in the same room, the monster comes from the same shadows and chases us down the same halls. It leaps at me again, I throw my hands up to shield myself again. This time, when my hands came up, I noticed I had something in them. I had a big gun in one hand, and a machete in the other. This is different, unexpected. I remember thinking, "Bring it on, Nightmare, you're mine."
I haven't had the nightmare since!
I haven't had the nightmare since!
Friday, September 18, 2009
I finally made an appointment to get my hair trimmed. It had been looking rough for awhile now. I was scheduled for today after lunch. New place, nice place. I went on the recommendations of several friends. One thing none of them told me, cash only. Good thing I got there 10 minutes early. I used up my "early time" trying to find a working ATM. Cash in hand, I eventually end up in the chair. I got the works. Wash, cut, dry, style. I brought my usual "this do" picture, and my stylist had the same one posted, this is good. We talked, laughed, and laughed some more. By the time she was done, there was so much starch in my hair, the humidity wouldn't dream of touching it . I ran home for a quick touch up and then went and caught a 2:20 showing of Love Happens. Adorable movie, definitely chick flick. Yes, I went alone, I'm weird like that. It was cute, and I cried. It's been so long since I've cried at a movie, and I was thankful I had a napkin stash at the bottom of my purse. It was more funny than sad, but had some scenes that would make anyone mist up a bit. Movie over, I go home and play with my new hair do. I brushed out as much of the starching as I could, but there is plenty left. I used the straightener a little, bring out some of the volume. This is when I noticed it was crooked. Maybe I'm holding my head wrong. Nope, left side is longer, or has less layer, I can't tell. One side is very different from the other. Good thing the theater was dark, hide me crying and my lop sided hair. I called the salon, and have another appointment for tomorrow at noon to get it evened up. So dinner at home tonight and sleep in tomorrow. I get to hide for a little while. That's okay, the laundry has been very neglected this week.
Friday, September 11, 2009
I am now writing while sitting at my new desk. Well, new to me. I've been looking for one for awhile now. I was using a comic book box as a desk. My legs were going numb from sitting on the floor, and it just wasn't comfortable. I had been watching craigslist for a small desk, you know the drill. I would find one, inquire, and either they never got back to me or I was just a few moments too slow and it was gone. This one posted early this morning, I wrote right away. The seller replied quickly, so begins the race. I didn't ask him to hold it, I understand the whole "get it out of my house now" deal. From the pictures, it looked just right, and came with a chair. We wrote back and forth through out the day. We finally arranged for me to see it and/or pick it up. It has been pouring rain all day, and it didn't lighten up for us to close the deal. I waited for Colt to get home so I wouldn't have to go to the stranger's house alone. We were later than I had hoped. First, the fish had babies and that was fun to watch, we're easily distracted. Then I had to go to an ATM and draw some funds. Of course, I had to break a $20 for smaller bills, so that took some time as well. We eventually end up in the correct apartment complex and locate his place. I was not at all cute, I had been walking in the rain, cleaning all afternoon, and frazzled from being so late, so I looked a little on the rough side. Colt still looked nice, wearing his khakis from work, so that helped out a bit, for me anyway. I knocked on the door (second story, naturally) and a man answered the door. Side note: there was a row of shoes outside the front door of the apartment, this should have been a big sign to me, but like I said, I was frazzled. He called himself "Jay", but I'm sure that was short for something he'd rather not of heard me try to pronounce. Right away, we were struck by the smell of a heavy garlic dinner. It was a smaller apartment, very well kept, except for the pile of parts I guessed was the desk. I started to step inside, Jay stopped me, he asked us to remove our shoes. That's cool, I understand, it's been raining, our shoes were pretty wet, no problem. So I unlace my double knotted shoes and go inside. Colt just steps out of his nice shiny work shoes, no effort, so unfair. The man leads us to the pile of parts, and asked if I remember the way it looked in the picture. I told him that I did. The problem, which I didn't tell Jay, was that I've looked at so many pictures of desks, even just today, that I was having trouble "putting it together" in my head. He proceeds to explain that he disassembled it so it could be moved more easily. That's fine, again, I understand, makes sense. So I give him the money, he was firm on his price, no biggie, I like the chair. Here is where the fun begins. Colt and I said we could handle moving it ourselves, he was in the middle of dinner with his wife and little girl. He insisted he'd help. We load up several parts each and step outside. Set the parts down, put on shoes (socks are now wet from walking to my shoes), tie shoes so I don't fall down the flight of stairs. Pick parts back up, judge steps. Go down steps. Trod through the rain with loose fitting shoes. Open tail gate of the Wrangler and fight the back window zipper (those of you who have/have had a Wrangler, you know the fun filled zippers I speak of). I planned far enough ahead to fold the back seat, so we can just slide the parts in. Did I say slide? Climb in the back of the Wrangler, pull parts in. Situate each piece so that it doesn't scratch against another part. Then the wonderful rolling chair that rolls when you don't want it to. Colt and I master the packing of the desk and turn to thank Jay. He was standing in the rain gawking at us loading and climbing all over the Jeep. I jumped out of the back and close it up. He was still staring. I don't know what was up, so I offer my hand and thank him any way. He finally comes back to earth, thanks us as well, and heads back home. As soon as I get in the Jeep, Colt lets me know of all the Asian customs I just threw out. Try to walk in the house with my shoes. Woman speak up as man stands back. Woman lead the task of loading vehicle, and so on. I couldn't help but laugh, because I knew I was awkward and out of place. The thing is, the socks I was wearing were so full of holes, all my toes were hanging out and my left heel stuck out as well. I was so distracted about my soaked, frizzy hair and holey socks, I could think about much of anything else. Any way, we got the desk home, in all it's pieces. I didn't spend too much time putting it back together, I found the picture online and went off that. I have learned, however, that it is much larger than I thought. I'm going to have to rearrange my room a bit, some day, to make it fit a little better. As for now, it's wedged into the corner of my room, smelling of rice and garlic. I'm happy with it, and the rolling chair (if I can keep the cats out of it). I'm all set up, and my Mac looks great on the massive desk top.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
We survived another Jeep Night. It was fun, as usual. We arrived plenty early and got a nice table. We had a good group tonight. It was hot, but cold drinks and great company made it work. More give-aways tonight. I won a recovery strap (I've been needing one, the last went with my old Jeep, full of cactus stickers), and Lynda won a nifty t-shirt. We won more koozies, but gave them away. Justin ordered super hot flavor on his chicken, and almost died. Dillon and Jered goofed around with the Jalapeno peppers, and then Jered ate them. I passed on the peppers, I've had a bad experience. (Lots of pain) As we were leaving, the radar and the sky said it was going to rain, so we attempted to put the top back on Juug, it was funny. The guys gave up, so ended up strapping it on myself, that's okay though. We then went to the new Academy store in Killeen. It was just like every other Academy store, no biggie. The guys all had a blast. Lynda and I tried to stay out of the way, but they were too funny to ignore. Every isle was an adventure. First came the shoes. Second, the camping isle. That's were it started getting loud. Colt found lighters (working) that looked like some kind of a machine gun. Jered picked up a massive spatula for a grill. They got together, and became Academy Mafia. It was fun to watch. Dillon grabbed a little rubber chicken, and Justin joined in too. Moving on to the hat department. Plenty of hats to go around. All kinds of "Guess who I am". Mostly camo hats, so it took a while to go to the next isle. We some how ended up in the fishing or boating department, I don't really remember. It's all a blur because it was scary funny. Jered had picked up squeaky cat toys and was squeezing them with each step along the isle. There were a few other shoppers there, so they had an audience. This empowered Colt. He took the toys, and walked slowly down an isle, squeaking all the way. Then, as he was a little more than half way down the isle, he paused, looked around to be sure everyone was watching, then ran, quickening the squeaks as he went. The shoppers stared in wonder, maybe annoyance, hard to say. Colt disappeared around the corner. I tried catching my breath from laughing so hard and apologized to the innocent by-standers, then Colt ran past the isle, squeaking all the way. I couldn't help but burst out laughing again. I didn't look back at the people left behind, but they sounded entertained. We all moved on through out the store, trying to stay away from the squeaking, but in the end, it caught up to us. It was getting late, so we waited for Jered to by the cat toys (or his toys, we'll see), then we headed home. It rained ever so slightly, so I guess it was good we put the top up.
Tonight is Jeep Night at Plucker's in Killeen. I get off work here in a bit. I plan to run home, take the top off Juug, and absorb as much AC as I can for the ride to Killeen. It's kind of hot out, I hope it cools down a little (of a lot) for dinner. The ride home is usually nice. Less traffic and much cooler with out the sun beating down as viciously.
I'll get back to you with pictures and details.
I'll get back to you with pictures and details.