so you got jokes.

Pool and darts are my latest pastimes. Though my game could use much improvement, I thoroughly enjoy playing. Maybe it is the atmosphere. Maybe it is the beer.

People who have no sense of humor annoy the hell out of me. Life is depressing enough as it is, with war between countries, people dying of cancer, gas prices rising. For everyone's sake, please, try to laugh a little.

Growing up, I always had a little bully inside of me. Grown up, I apparently still have it in me. I will make a conscious effort to be nice.

C. Parker is amazing...



Someone please explain to me the logic behind blister-packing migraine medications. Between my Zyrtec D and my Amerge, my headaches triple in severity. When my head is throbbing, the last thing I want to do is try to break about a plastic seal to get to a tablet that may or may not help soothe my pain.

Guitar Hero owns me.

The countdown to The Olympics and Football Season has begun! The Olympics have not been the same since the Dream Team days; hopefully this year will be exciting. Football season, on the otherhand, is always exciting. I cannot wait!

I will no longer take my health for granted. The past month has been hell. I feared permanently losing vision in one eye. Talk of surgery scared the shit out of me. Hundreds of dollars were spent trying to find a treatment. Headaches were suffered each day, as contacts could no longer be worn and glasses were the only option. Bottles and bottles of eye drops prescribed. Daily activities (work and play) were put on hold - I have taken off more days from work the past few weeks than I have the past few years. Hopefully my appointment tomorrow will bring good news and send me on my way to being back to normal. I cannot even begin to describe how awful the past month has been...scared, alone, feel of hopelessness...

what the hell is wrong with me?

I have been up since 4 am. I worked practically 15 hours straight. I have to be up in less than 4 hours. I am wide awake. It is like my body is on crack. I cannot even thinking straight. I keep thinking about the $4.99/lb rib-eye steaks I am going to buy tomorrow. Fuck it. I am going to watch TV.

stay strong.

I understand what you are going through. More than you will ever know. Though it may seem like night and day, the same stars shine upon us. I wish, with all my heart, I could take away all the pain, frustration, and uncertainty which now consumes you. Stay strong, as you are every bit deserving of happiness.

I love this game.

Such a close game! Romo's team won by 3, but Tommy's team played a good game. They were never down by more than 9 and even pulled ahead the second half. It came down to a fouling game at the end.

My favorite fan quote of the game, "Don't foul him too hard! He's our quarterback!!"

fuck the domestics.

Is it fair to criticize a manager's ways when you, yourself, are not of managerial standing? Being a manager is no easy task, but how does one go about giving him/her constructive criticism? Or do you not?

The Race for the Cure kicked my butt, once again. It snuck up on me, and I was forced to move my legs in a back and forth motion resembling that of running for almost the entire 5k. My legs saw more exercise in that 37 minute period than it has in the past year.

Everyone is raising their prices. The cost of living is going up! Restaurants are charging additionally for bowls of rice. My gym membership went up 30%. Le Madelines is now serving their bread in halves.

Uncle Sam's allowance was spent before it was even received. A Wii was posted on the swap meet and within an hour I replied and purchased it. Somehow it ended up a Father's Day gift and is no longer within my possession.

Somewhere along the way, I turned into a bully. I do not mean to treat him as an inferior. I do not mean to belittle. I do not even realize how I am.

"Nothing exciting going on here. Some dumb kid just stepped in the mouse trap over by the vending machines." Ha. Only at my place of work. Stupid kid.

The NBA season has ended. It will be months until football season begins. What the hell am I going to do until then?

Mexican beers are my new love. Lime or no lime.

"You don't return my phone calls, texts, Facebook messages, or phone calls..." Take a hint! Do I really need to spell it out to you?

Hopefully business picks up at the pharmacy so that my favorite pharmacist can come back to work. Monday nights are going to be dreadful without her. She only worked 4 hours once a week, but I looked forward to working each of those hours with her.

missing from my life.

There is something that I want more and more each day. I fear that if I do not ever attain this, then my life will be incomplete. I will not consider my life full without this. Each and every day a certain aspect of this makes it more desirable. Consider it a challenge. Consider it a blessing. Consider it not a part of my life.

Living vicariously only makes it harder. If I was more grounded in religion, I would think maybe it was not meant to be. Maybe this is how it is supposed to be. But as a non-believer, I wonder if maybe I am just not as fortunate as others.

Why do I want it so bad? Why am I forced to face what I do not have day in and day out? Why is it not a part of my life?

I had a dream.

I did not know it was possible to have a vivid dream about a person you have not seen in...over 10 years. Why in the world would this person be in my dream? Why would this person play such a role in my dream? I do not dream often, so a dream like this definitely leaves me pondering...

I do not dream often. I am no Martin Luther King, Jr. I think I will leave the dreaming up to others.

no work, all play.

So my lack of posts the month of May either reflects a super busy or super boring and thoughtless month. Whatever the reason, I am pleased to present recaps of two consecutive weekends off from work. Weekends that mainly consisted of alcohol and people who's company I enjoy. Oh, and alcohol.

I have officially been tagged a member of the "rowdy" table. You know, the one you seat at the back of the wedding, near the bar. I am honored.

Please note that an open bar wedding is the best kind of wedding. It really should be the only kind of wedding.

Several attempts later, I finally found myself at Ghost Bar. Though it did not have the same ooh-ahh effect as Las Vegas, it definitely felt like home. Well, in that the music was good, the drinks were not unreasonably priced, and the company was great.

Wearing a dress is one of the most stressful and uncomfortable things ever!

According to my weight scale, I gained almost 5 pounds this past weekend. I wonder why - alcohol, korean food, burgers, fries, frozen custard, late night meals...

Just call me old. First my knee, now my foot. I am falling apart.

I am a ninja. I like to take pictures when nobody is looking. Now if only I could "turn down the flash."

Note: Do not order the Crazy Roll at Blue Fish. Though it is quite crazy, it hardly allows for an enjoyable taste. Between fighting the watery eyes and hoping there is not another bite of wasabi, the roll leaves you wishing you had settled for another Yellowtail Roll.

I love Dallas, and I love Plano, but I hate the pretentiousness that comprises 98% of the area. Is it really necessary to throw down $600 dollars to have a good time at a lounge? Do you not think there is something wrong with dressing your 5 year old daughter in an outfit that costs as much as your Gucci sunglasses?

'til death do us part.

Having gone to two weddings in the past 10 days, I cannot help but think...

My friends are now approaching the age at which marriage is not uncommon, and is very much accepted, if not expected. I, in turn, am also nearing that age.

I am at a point in my life where growing old may soon become a reality, and no longer a fear.

People are building families; I want that. I want to be a part of a family in which I actively build so that I can put to rest the one in which I play a passive role in.

I want kids. I feel like the more I say it, the less likely I am to have any. But let it be known, that I love children. I see my co-workers' children grow, and hear about their antics each and every day, and it never ceases to amaze me what they are capable of and the joy they bring to their parents' lives.

Love is out there. I have no earthly idea what it is and what it feels like, but I have witnessed it in others.

Boom Tho.

I somehow managed to sprain my pinky while popping my knuckles. Grown-ups always tell you not to pop your knuckles because it could cause arthritis when you are older, but did they ever warn you about sprains? Fingers take forever to heal, too!

Having black friends sure does have its advantages. They keep you in the know and give you soul. How else would I know about the new Movement...Boom Tho!



How are you supposed to react when someone asks you, "Are you shrinking?" Mind you, this was not a friend or family member asking...but rather a customer. Maybe I have lost an inch or two. Do you really need to point it out?

Food makes me so happy. My latest homeade indulgence...



Congratulations to Cate and Brent - probably the purest couple to wed that I will ever know. The ceremony was beautiful, and I wish you two nothing but happiness for years to come.

Congratulations to the other happy couple that just wedded this weekend. The ceremony and reception were both gorgeous. The crab cakes were delicious, and the open bar was the shit.

Hurray for Whitney - America's Next Top Model Winner:



I found my first gray hair. I was, and still am, devastated.

How many pairs of basketball shorts can one girl own? Apparently not too many, as I just purchased three more this past weekend. I could not help it - the Nike outlet had a sale!

I do not mean to always play devil's advocate; it just seems to always play out that way.

10 superstitions, traditions, personality quirks.

1. I eat my sides first, then the main course.
2. I eat french fries with mustard, not ketchup.
3. I do not do drive-thrus.
4. All my athletic shoes are Nike.
5. I write checks to pay all my bills.
6. I put a period after my name when I type emails and leave online comments on websites/blogs.
7. The only time I drink sodas are with alcohol, as a cocktail.
8. I bounce the basketball three times and then spin it in my hands before shooting each free throw.
9. I always ask for two straws with my drinks at restaurants.
10. I always have chapstick on me; usually in my right jean's pocket.

10 things you love about your life.

1. My DVR. Cable would be worthless to me without my DVR.
2. My work attire. I can wear tennis shoes and jeans every day. Hell, I can even wear my Tevas so long as my toes are painted.
3. My sister. She is the only person in this world I can truly say I love.
4. My health. Despite my headaches, I am grateful for my health. Namely, my mental health, as I have never met so many people with mental illnesses until this past year.
5. My alma mater. I bleed burnt orange. Hook 'em!
6. Not having college loans. I am grateful to my parents for this.
7. My co-workers. I love going to work each day.
8. The luxury of having Starbucks twice, if not three times, daily.
9. My apartment. Living on my own has been quite the pleasant experience, bills aside.
10. The memories. I cherish everyone of them.

...in no particular order.

all I can hear are my head and my heart.

It is not always about me, I know. But is it better to sit and watch as the person I know and love become someone I do not know but will always love? Was I being selfish or did I really have her best interest at heart? I feel alone in this matter, and for the first time in a long time, my emotions are getting the best of me everywhere I go and with everything I do. I fear this will not pass until I know she will be okay.

because you are my manager.

And this is what I would have said to my manager...

You're too quick to doubt, instead of giving the benefit of the doubt.

You play favorites.

Kim can do no wrong. And Connie and Ameer can get away with anything.

What I admire about you is your patience, but sometimes you have to take a stand. You shouldn't have to wait for another pharmacy manager to tell you to do something that has been a long time coming.

It wasn't what you said. It was how you handled the situation.

I wouldn't get mad over such a petty thing. I would be the first to banter back with you. But like I said, it wasn't the words, but rather the actions.

Enraged and frustrated, I have decided to take the so-called high road. I will show up to work to do my job the only way I know how. It is not in my nature to sabatoge my work ethics in order to prove a point. I will continue to put 110% in everything I do. I am responsible for my actions, and my actions alone.

footlong turkey on wheat, please.

Do you know anyone else that would do their nails, and then two hours later go and play basketball?

Upgrades are only done to secure the jobs of programmers and IT people. I will never understand the need to upgrade softwares that work perfectly fine.

Being "socially sober" during a work-related happy hour is incredibly enlightening. The things people say...and the things you learn...

At the rate in which I am eating $5 footlongs, I will soon become a footlong turkey on wheat with american cheese. Eat me.

Ever notice how quick girls are to compliment other girls when their hair looks nice? Sometimes they even make it a point to say it several times throughout the day.

I will admit it, I am an Idol junkie this season. I cannot help it. I love the guys, D. Archuleta and D. Cook, and I think C. Smithson is absolutely amazing! This week's performances gave me goosebumps...





I can only hope that you know I am always here for you.

Uncle Sam can kiss my ass. Each year I dread doing my taxes. This year was no exception. I am being punished for working hard and having two jobs.

I have a little crush. It probably will not develop into anything more than a little crush. It will never be a full blown crush. I do not think I will ever get to know him well enough to take a liking to him. The crush will probably only last a few weeks. But it is a crush, nonetheless. And I get to see him several times a week.

Texas weather is fucking crazy. Car ports falling on cars. Trees getting split in half. Traffic lights being blown down. Fences falling down. Roof shingles flying all over the place. When it storms, it really storms.

not on your time.

My whole damn life you dictate the idea of planning and drill it into our heads. And now that you have had a sudden change in lifestyle everything is on YOUR time? Please tell me how the hell that works. I knew that once my sister went off to college my already shitty relationship was going to turn shittier, if not non-existant. I knew that. So why the hell do I still seem to care?

The Last Minute Filler.

80% of my shifts are closing shifts. Do not get me wrong, I am not complaining. In fact, I am extremely grateful for a job that works around my not-so-normal 40 hour week. But along with closing shifts come closing duties, and a whole bunch of shit that always seems to happen the last hour of work. Shit caused by people who choose to wait until the very last minute to drop off their prescriptions. Let us call these people...Last Minute Fillers [name taken from a pharmacy blog].

The Last Minute Filler...

Comes to the counter 10 minutes before closing wanting hospital discharge medications filled. There is no physician's name printed on the papers, and the signature is illegible.

Has a transfer from another pharmacy, which is closed for the day.

Has been out of cholesterol medicine for the past two days and is just now requesting a refill on an out-of-refill Lipitor. This cannot wait one more day, and a loan is insisted.

Drops off a Solodyn prescription and waits until after the $75 rings up at the register to bring to our attention a discount card that should be applied.

Has never filled at your pharmacy before and does not have any insurance information on them. Oh, but wait, they have a medical card on them, is that not all you need?

Just recently acquired changes in their insurance plans. Though kind enough to print 'temporary' cards off the internet, it does not have the sufficient information needed.

Oh, and do not bother asking the Last Minute Filler when he/she drops off the prescription if he/she would like to wait. Of course they do. You just slap a label on it, right?


The Last Minute Filler...makes you want to go home and drink.

I remember.

I remember more from my six years in elementary school than I do the past...eight years of my life.

Those years were, believe it or not, some of the best years of my life. Family aside, I felt like I was on top of the world some days. My head was on straight, and I had direction in my life. As much direction as an eight or nine year old could have.

It is rare that one ends up working where he or she grew up. Most people move on to bigger and better things several thousands of miles away. I came back. And by being back, I run into familiar faces on occasion.

The other day, I ran into one of the librarians from my elementary school. She looked exactly the same...actually, younger because her hair was dyed. But aside from the colored hair, she was exactly how I remembered her to be. Now before you go on calling me out and saying I was born a nerd who spent countless hours at the library, keep in mind that in grade school library time was shared equally amongst all the classrooms. Noone was allowed to venture into the library on their own.

I remember the red light, green light discipline program. I remember paying several tributes to the "thinking mat" in kindergarten. I remember not being allowed to recess because I was actively participating in a spit wad fight during lunch. The spit wads were laced with mashed potatoes. I remember playing wall ball with the boys during recess. I remember getting chocolate milk every lunch. I remember the name posters we had in 5th grade. I remember choir concerts and the choir teacher. I remember each of the PE coaches, and all the 1st place ribbons I won on Field Days. I remember my principal. I remember the STOP students opening the doors for the carpool lane. I remember the King Tut project we did in PACE. I remember the pencil machine and spending (wasting) quarters on it every morning.

You would not believe how many more things I remember...

eureka!

This is going on my next Christmas list...

bless me.

Ever since I can remember, I have always been taught to say "bless you" when someone sneezes. Why I deemed it necessary to bless myself, I do not know, but I do. Whenever I sneeze, I immediately say, "bless me." I do so self-consciously and do not even realize it. Maybe I do it just it case noone else blesses me...