one day - we will be friends again.

So, when we're both through...can we be friends again?

Aw, I miss my MOB. Despite going months without seeing each other, we can still have crazy conversations like we used to. Yes, Mark, give me through the summer and we will be friends again. You take care of your shit, and I will take care of mine. We can then take a ride on your bike and hope we do not get pulled over or die. Thank you for understanding and not giving me crap about being a bad friend. I miss you.

By the way, you looked very "yummy" tonight.

a good season ended in tears.

Not many things make me cry. Tonight I added something to that short list of tear jerkers. The sight of guys crying after losing a hard fought game was unbearable. I could not help but wipe my eyes as I walked my way through the bleachers.

60-65. The Plano Varsity Basketball team lost to Berkner in the Regional Quarterfinal Playoff game this evening. After a terrific season and winning the State Championship last year, the boys were out to seek another championship this year. I went to more games this season than I did the two years I was a student, and I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.

My passion for the game and respect for the players has grown over the years. It is amazing to see all the heart that goes into the game - the players are playing because they love the sport and they want to win. As it is widely noted, the professional leagues are flooded with money hungry players. At times, it seems they lose sight of why they throw/shoot/catch the ball day in and day out. But high school and college sports...those are filled with passion and inspiration.

If you were to make a comparison of Roberson to Jordan, then Skinner is Roberson’s Pippen.

Read that statement above one more time, and you will see two high school seniors who played their hearts out for Plano (Roberson and Skinner) being compared to two future NBA Hall of Famers (Jordan and Pippen). How amazing is that? Amazing enough for me to keep up with Tech basketball next year because that is where Roberson will be making his mark.

*Sniff* Good season, you guys.

Dx: Whooping Cough

As you all know, I have been sick for almost all of 2007. I am grateful to say that I am on the road to recovery. All I have to do now is kick this damn sinus problem. During the course of being ill, I was diagnosed with a cold, the flu, bronchitis, a sinus infection, and...whooping cough.


My latest trip to the doctor's resulted in three prescriptions: a Xopenex inhaler to help me breathe, Levaquin to kill the bacteria, and Prednisone (pictured above) to suppress my Whooping Cough. Do I really have Whooping Cough? Of course not - though I have been known to have some deadly sounding coughs. Marissa decided to play doctor by ad libbing to my directions when typing them up. It was the smiley face that made me feel all better.

And now do you see why I do not fill at my own pharmacy?

i'd rather be angry than dead.

As if taking an "Anger Management" class on a day in which love is celebrated was not bad enough...

Because we service the public, my co-workers and I, along with others, were required to take an Anger Management Training Course. Although the title of the class leads you to believe that I may have anger issues and have been advised to resolve them, the goal of the class was designed to help us to better manage the angry public. Now, I say the goal of the class...was the goal achieved? Hardly.

Turns out the class ended up being more of a how-do-you-see-yourself/behavior corrections class. You see, the instructor's main job outside of the training course is to counsel probationers with anger issues. Unfortunately, he forgot to check those reponsibilities at the door before presenting his knowledge to us. Basically, he treated the class as if we were his unlawful citizens who are required to take his class in hopes that it will correct their angry behavior.

By the end of the class, I had walked out extremely agitated. I did not agree with his teaching methods, nor did I agree with how he proposed we resolve an issue. Case in point:

Situation:

You are walking curbside, and a car drives by and splashes mud and water all over you. What do you do? The car pulls to a 7-11 a block away to fill up gas. What do you do?

My Answer:

Yell and curse profusely. Then, go home and change.

Instructor's Answer:

Walk over to 7-11 and confront the driver. The driver has a right to know what he/she did to you. It is your responsibility to manage the situation and any anger that you may have.

What the hell kind of answer is that?! It is the 21st century - you have lost your mind if you think it is safe to go up to a stranger and point out something he/she did wrong. People carry guns around with them nowadays. Why confront someone when you can just go home, change, and get on with your day while staying alive?

I think I best continue managing angry people the way I know how until shown a better way.

Zyrtec-D(on't take before sleeping).

Common side effects may include: Dry Mouth, Fatigue, Insomnia, Sleepiness.

For the first time in a long time, I seem to have fallen under the category of common people experiencing common side effects. It has been a long time since my body actually reacted to an unknown substance. But here I am at four o'clock in the morning - wide awake.

Four hours ago, at 10pm, a Zyrtec-D was taken. Shortly after, I tried going to bed because it had been a long day for me. Little did I know the damn tablet was going to keep me up all night.

Starbucks, my Savior of Grace.

You wanna go where everyone knows your name. Associate it with the old sitcom, Cheers, if you will. But for me, the catchy tune is referencing Starbucks. That is right - I have become one of those. A Starbucks junkie - someone who pays an inflated price for a green and black crowned mermaid-looking logo. For good reason though...

Today was one of those mornings where everything just does not go your way and is enroute to being a No Good Very Bad Day. Fortunately for me, all the mayhem happened before my Cup 'O Joe. All was right as soon as I pulled into the Starbucks parking lot. I walked through the doors and was greeted by the morning staff. Diana started on my drink, and by the time I walked up to the register it was ready for me at the bar. Megan rang me up for it, less the Vanilla, as she usually does. And just like that my day was better.

Though I may not be able to justify going to Starbucks two to three times a day as I sometimes do, I can say that I do prefer the taste of the Starbucks Americano over other coffees such as Seattle's Best, which gave me diarrhea, and McDonald's, voted cheapest and best by Consumer Reports. I willingly pay $2.40 for my Grande Vanilla Americano simply because I believe it to be the best tasting triple espresso coffee, and because it helps me get through the first few hours of each day.

today is a 7.

Every day at work, I try to read the Quick. It helps me keep up with the worldly news. The death of Anna Nicole Smith. The Maverick's victory over the Rockets. The crazy astronaut's arrest. Sometimes, if I have time, I will attempt the crossword and sudoku and then amuse myself with the horoscopes. Today's horoscope read...

The trouble with your schedule for work is that it's interfering, again, with your schedule for play. Postpone an outing until after the job's done.

Is it saying I work too much?

with a -ph and -ie.

It is a long name, I know. But is it really that hard to spell? Apparently the people at Wingstop think so...


Yet another reason I should just go by my last name.

18 and up.

Last night, I had somewhat of a flashback of freshman year of college. I found myself at an 18+ club.

This was the young crowd. The young Asian Mafia, if you will. Half of the crowd had Xs on their hands. And the other half probably used fake IDs to avoid being marked underage. I think those boys go to my sister's school.


Apparently Uggs are acceptable footwear at a nightclub. Between that and the Abercrombie sweatshirt some boy was wearing, I do not know why I even bothered brushing my hair before going out.


And this, my friend, was my NINE DOLLAR shot. Courvoisier, you say? No. It was a Jagerbomb. I ordered two - one for me and one for David. "That'll be 18 dollars." Good lord. If I did not have a tab open I probably would have told the bartender to take the shots because I was not going to.

The good thing about going to an 18+ club is that there is not a crowd at the bar. The average wait time to be serviced was less than 3 minutes, as compared to 30 minutes at other places. But waiting 3 seconds, let alone 3 minutes, for a nine dollar shot of Jager and Red Bull is outrageous.

cold weather sucks.

There has been more snow/sleet/hail the past few weeks than I have ever witnessed here in Texas. What is going on? It is beginning to be a royal pain in my ass. At least one day out of the week (usually Tuesdays) I go to work at 6 am. I do not mind working that early - in fact, I like it. But when you throw in 20 degree weather and ice, then I hate it!


I have to wake up 10-15 minutes earlier just to defrost my car. It sucks. I would give anything to have a garage to park my car in. Or I could just wait a few more weeks when the Texas heat starts to kick in.