Mike Myers Or....
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: Fun Boy Three

Well, I hate to be an un-PC beotch....well, not really and yet....

 

But is it just me or does Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, India’s President, look like the ultimate Mike Myers character?

 

Which one is the President of India??  I know....I'm evile....but you totally lurve it!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Speaking of Inner Freak....
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: The Jam

Ever go into work or to a meeting where someone is wearing something so a) totally inappropriate for a business office and so b) closet whore that your mind goes places it never had before into the endless possibilities of just what is her inner freak exactly?

 

I walk into work and one of our customers, a borderline 50 yr old, is wearing her typical day gear. A rather severe and uninspired wool suit from what I swear must be the Barbara Walters collection—you know, subdued plaid jacket and straight black skirt that ends just a tad above the knees. And at her knees is where everything changes and I mean everything!

 

Below the tres serious and boring work skirt lay a pair of smoking hot black leather boots fit for a high class call girl! Grrrrrr baby! Seriously! Stunning whorish style there! To say 'Dominatrix spending the weekend in Nantucket' would be a classic understatement! Serious wow factor boots!

 

So, you know me, I have to say something. I SO can not let it go! It’s like seeing your mother in a leather garter and matching thong. It’s absolutely horrific and appalling and yet you just can’t look away because it is just a total waste!

 

So I say “Hey suh-weet boots hot mama! Way to work it! Ya! Ya!” She must have blushed 12 shades of pink right to the top of her overly shiny forehead. She kind of giggled and thanked me. I have to push it so I said “Seriously—nice! I don’t even want to know where those boots were last night!”

 

Ok, can I just tell you? I'm jokingly teasing her (the boots were way hot although beyond wasted on her and her outfit and SO totally wrong for the office) when I notice that she has this rather self satisfied 'don't you wish you knew' smirk on her face. It was funny and yet again, like seeing dear old mum, just all shades of icky.

 

I quickly moved away from her lest I catch something a little dirty and disturbing....like whatever old broad inner freak visions that were dancing like sugarplums in her botched brassy blonde highlighted head….

 

And you wonder why I try to avoid shaking hands with people.....Shudder!

5 Things I Realized Over the Long Weekend
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: Justin Timberlake-SexyBack

• That ‘The Covenant’ could have been, hands down, the best movie ever made if they had just added in 2 more shower/locker room scenes.

 

• Apparently I have become the kind of old perve that I despised in college drooling over smoking hot nekkid 20-something ‘boymen’.

 

• My profanity filled version of ‘Working 9 to 5’ is very popular at karaoke night. (Just liberally sprinkle f-bombers throughout the song and you get the idea).

 

• After a crappy conference in DC, it would appear that I am unable to restrain my imbibing so that I don’t get so tanked that I end up getting dragged to karaoke night in the first place, let alone on stage and not in a traditional back up singer position.

 

• That after being divorced for 4 years I have decided to take back my hard to pronounce foreign sounding maiden name rather than carry on with my ex husband’s easy to pronounce cool sounding moniker. Yeah. I’m not bitter. Seriously.

Quackery Factory
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: Eve Six-Inside Out

So I was channel surfing the other night and stopped on QVC to see them selling this: The Glory of Jesus tunic by Quacker Factory. Yes, quacker---like a duck. My first thought was it had to be a typo—Quaker not Quacker, but I was tres wrong!

 

The horror!

The only reason I stopped was the vision of the ginormous broad in the sparkly headband hocking the schlocky clothing line! OH DEAR GOD! It was like seeing Rip Torn in bad drag! As opposed to good drag which we likey…I mean who doesn’t? But just what is that in her head anyway? It looks like a LaToya Jackson headband on sparkly steroids! Or a Harry Potter hat that was ripped asunder or eaten away by her ginormous cranium! Shudder!

At first glance, at a distance, I thought it was South Park threads!!! Then I realized it was HIDEOUS glittery embroidered Jesus wear!!! I was already expecting the coming of the horsemen of the Apocalypse what with Madgepie, AKA Madonna with the faux British accent, hocking her anklebiter books on HSN! Has no one any shame anymore but I digress….

So just what everyone one needs--another stumpy matron clothing line! The Midwesterners must be moist in anticipation! All of those bratwurst sucking heinamackafrau (housekeepers see Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid) weeping with joy over a sweater embellished with appliqués, beaded stars, embroidery, and sequins that celebrates the birth of Jesus. <shudder!>

Yeah cuz nothing says ‘I love Jesus’ like a Quacker Factory Glory of Jesus Tunic Sweater! It would be hysterical and priceless if I bought one to wear but everyone who knows me would NEVER believe that I would wear something like this unless all the nativity scene folks were mimes or handcuffed!

Besides, I think I would break out in hives and weeping sores if I put it on! I haven’t had something like that close to my skin since I was too young to argue against it! Appliques and Glitter! UGH!!! Just say NO!!!! The horror!

Even more interesting, size 4/5 is considered extra small and 3x is a fricking 28W!!!!! Talk about your large girl vanity sizing! Oy!

The Freaks Come Out at Night
Mood:  surprised
Now Playing: Ministry (Every day is Halloween)
So I had my first Halloween in the new pad. WAHOO! I got all shades of into it! Skeletons decorated the front of the house, flickering candles, etc.  Below are the pics of me getting ready to become the 'dead' cowgirl (I was hung.…hmmmm, perhaps I should have been a dead cowboy then?) I think I look pretty darn creepy although in one of the pics I look eerily like a more butch version of Boy George....I was told the 'getting ready' pic should be entitled "Cocaine meets Heroin". I always have out a little 'treat' for the adults--this year it was ice cold Stella Artois beer--hence why my house was REALLY popular last night. Word of free booze apparently spreads like wildfire in the suburbs! On a random note—a note I do well-- Do you have any idea how many folks have emailed me to tell me how smoking hot I look dead? WTF!?! It’s a compliment and yet....not so much! 

Getting Ready AKA 'Cocaine Meets Heroin'

 

Hung Cowgirl

Beer me dead cowgirl! Beer me!

What's Your Freak?
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Willie Nelson

Once again I present some of the searches that brought folks to Meg-O-Rama...the blog. These never fail to amuse and/or freak me out. 

• Saran Wrap condom
• Arizona Hotties (courtesy of McGee Homes)
• Pam Dawber naked
• Butterfly Mall (40^th search I swear)
• Statler & Waldorf
• Cute butt
• Tijuana donkey show
• Mauve bathroom
• Cocaine on cock
• Heeless Shoes
• Girl orgy
• Supposibly
• Poem ovaries (I don’t even want to know let alone address this)
• Rub benzocaine on nipples
• Gwyneth Paltrow panties Great Expectations

So speaking of freak, do you notice the heavy propensity towards what I consider ‘freak’ searches? The more I see what random and kind of um 'interesting' shit folks are looking for over the anonymous world of the Internet, the more I am rethinking every person I know wondering what their freak is. This in mind, I am avoiding complete strangers all together. 

I don't know why I am surprised by some of these searches. The truth is I can't fault folks for them. We all have a little freak inside of us (and no, I’m not talking about pregnant broads). I have a friend who loves to show off her stainless steel nipple clamps. I have another friend who likes to have sex in public, a lot. And a friend who enjoys feet…to the point that most folks would consider abnormal obsession/fetish.

Knowing this I don't eschew their company. But, I must say I am a little more particular about drinking from their glasses. Kidding! If the vodka was top shelf say Grey Goose, chances are I'd swallow after a leper. But, in all honesty, it has given me pause now and then. I mean do I really want to shake your hand?

However, seeing some of these searches make me rethink my own freak and my freaky friends. Suddenly they just don't seem so out there anymore. I mean when compared to say a woman screwing a donkey in Mexico, they are relatively normal.

The Great Ladder Debacle of 2006
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: Emerson, Lake & Palmer

So I told you that I took a header off the top of a ladder. Yeah, I wasn't kidding. Accident-prone moi on a ladder. Accident prone but not real bright is more like it as I should know betterby now.

 

My big ‘ol yard umbrella had executed an attempt to go AWOL from the yard but only managed to make it to what it thought was the relative safety of the roof. My mission? To mount a rescue mission and bring that bad boy home!

 

Out comes by ‘big boy’ ladder (as opposed to my usual ladder AKA a small fold over step ladder) all 6 impressive feet of it. The better to reach the roof with and all that jazz. I roll my sleeves up (no clean muscle shirts available for the project), start climbing (although I use that word loosely as most folks would have interpreted my movements as a seizure or a series of small strokes with my innate total lack of nimbleness and grace) and then CUT!

 

Forward to a montage of semi-action shots of me hurtling alarmingly quickly to the ground. I did, in fact, execute a rather fabulous triple firkin if I do say so myself and BAM! SO did not stick the landing! I crashed to the ground in the classic swan dirt dive formation bouncing a few times before skidding to an ugly, ugly stop.

 

First things first—check status/damage review. I managed to slam into the only patch of rocks in my backyard. Many of which are now imbedded into my shredded elbow. Otherwise, I’m ok. My hips and lower back hurt, but nothing’s broken and I didn’t lose conscience. I also haven’t knocked out my teeth for an unprecedented 3^rd time.

 

I gingerly get up and trudge slowly into the house. I have the skills of a seasoned first responder when it comes to common and not so common household injuries. I have an immediate Meg-O-Rama response plan and full on urban triage kit. Yes, I am extremely accident prone.

 

• Strip off clothes. Bend over to pick them up and toss in hamper. WHOA! That’s not good! Moan loudly. Opt to leave them on the floor until the houseboy can get to them (hallucinating and yet, no concussion).
• Run scalding, peel your skin off in sheets like a leper, bath chock full of Epson salts
• Hobble back out to kitchen while tub running to gather other supplies
• Gather other supplies: frozen peas (ice packs), tweezers (nothing like excavating for gravel in flesh!); large bottle of water (hydration important whilst sweating like a straight man in a leather bar); 2 Stella Artois (hey, it’s a cheap and natural pain killer and I deserved one..or two!)
• Stumble back to tub.
• Insert self in tub. MOTHER TRUCKER!!!!! BAD! Moan again.
• Self-medicate/treat
• Try to get the blood off of the white cat who rubbed on the gravel infested elbow as I was sweeping it for imbedded bits.
• Dunk elbow in tub. OH HOLY MOTHER OF ASS! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Moan yet again.
• Alternate bloody hot tub ‘juice’ and frozen pea ice packs to treat rapidly swelling elbow.
• Soak in tub until water is cool
• Hey! I feel hella good better!
• Wander slowly, but happily, to bedroom
• Take (2) 600 MG anti-inflammatories (I do not suggest beer & anti-inflamatories on a regular basis)
• Pass out naked onto the bed
• Wake up freezing my fricking twippy off!!!

So it’s Saturday morning. I wake up. I’m naked. I’m cold. I hurt like FUCK ALL! The body that seemed better last night seized as I blissfully slept. WOW! I feel like ass! You could bounce a quarter, or for that matter a Russian Kopek coin, off my back it was so tight! Seriously.

 

I am a toughie. I am used to being injured and I can tough out most pain decently and I do. I tooled around with a freshly broken arm. I have hobbled around with sprained ankles for years. I have sliced the top of my thumb off cutting limes for tequila shots. Cutting limes. Do you have ANY earthly concept of how much that burned?

TO BE CONTINUED... (give me a break. It's late--I'm beat!)

Now Those Are Contractors!
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: Earth, Wind & Fire

My new neighbor is completely remodeling her home prior to her eventual move in using...totally hot contractor guys. And when I say totally hot contractor guys I mean SUH-WEET! On any given day, from 5am until I get home from work for the eventual peep show, there are at least 3 hottie contractors at a minimum, wandering all over the place. A virtual cornucopia of yummyness. Seriously. Hot twins and a smolderingly hot blonde on a regular basis. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I come home yesterday and the twins are in the front yard rinsing off under the hose as it apparently was drywall day or it was paint yourself to look like a Zulu warrior day. OH! They are soaking wet. OH MY! The next thing I know, they are pulling off their tank tops and rinsing off each other's backs, laughing and punching each other. OH MY GOD! My head snapped around faster than Nicole Ritchie can purge a Twinkie. My first reaction? To look around and try to spot the cameras-this fantasy SO has to be gay porn! Barring that, I'm dead and have gone to Heaven...or South Beach.

Regrets, I've had a few...
Mood:  surprised
Now Playing: Barenaked Ladies

I submit the following story for your consideration in the 'WTF was I thinking' otherwise known as I regret this tattoo category.

One of my friends from high school, Darrin AKA Sweet D, was a Marine and part of President Reagan's Honor Guard. One of his good buddies, Tony, was a Marine in President Reagan's Color Guard. Tony was a good ol' boy from Alabama--a very simple and brutally strong big dude--‘6'7" and burly to say the least.

Back in the day, Georgetown was a pretty wild place-the American equivalent of a 'red light' district (hookers, drugs, tattoo joints, etc.). So Tony and some of his other platoon cronies got all shades of liquored up and his buddies convinced him that he needed to get a tattoo.

When he finally managed to drunkenly wander back to the barracks many hours later, he was so bloody the MPs on duty thought that he'd been mugged or shot and raced to help him.  And when I say bloody, he was covered in blood and literally dripping as he walked.

He woke up the next morning in the barracks with his chest bandaged and he had no idea what was going on. He stumbled into the bathroom and pulled the bandage away from his chest to see what the Hell happened to him and sees the Schlitz Malt Liquor bull (yeah, the big blue one) staring back at him in the mirror. As in a blue bull that covered his entire ginormous chest. The nose and horns of the bull actually showed whenever he wore any shirt with a v-neck.

The tattoo was so big that he missed two days of work/service because it bled and scabbed so much. The Marine Corps actually tried to court martial him for destruction of government property.

 Definitely fits into that category of tattoos to regret later in life...

Things a Man Should Just Never Do....
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: Basia

• Coin his own nickname
• Use a wallet that is fastened with Velcro
• Play hacky sack
• Name his penis his name plus ‘junior and the twins’
• Still own a Nagle print
• Wear platform shoes or shoes with lifts (only Prince can carry this off—think Kim Jong Il)
• Shave his entire body
• Take a camera to a nude beach
• Actually shout out a response to "Are you ready to rock?"
• Name pets after Lord of the Rings characters
• Jokingly flash gang signs while posing for wedding photos
• Hug amusement-park characters
• Choose 69 as his jersey number
• Get his belly button pierced
• Publicly greet friends by shouting, "What's up douchebag?"
• Wear Converse All Stars with a tuxedo
• Whine
• Weep during any Bon Jovi song
• Google the word vagina
• Sport a pencil moustache
• Say "and it’s all net” every time he throws something in the trash
• Attempt to dance like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever or Pulp Fiction
• Say goodbye to anyone by even so much as whispering, "Peace out”
• Use a finger skateboard
• Say ‘Oh my God!’ about ANYTHING!
• Collect ‘bobble head’ dolls
• Wear colored contact lenses
• Drive a chick car like a convertible Rabbit or Audi TiTi

Rolling with the Homies
Mood:  party time!
Now Playing: ABBA

The other night I was at a ‘gathering’ where I proceeded to consume 5 or so (heavy emphasis on the ‘or so’) Manhattans which totally leveled me. Reducing me to feeling like the muck left at the bottom of the plastic cup (that originally held the drink I laughingly called ‘pussy juice’ due to the maraschino cherries contained within) that at some point during the course of the overly long evening, turned into an ashtray for the drunken mongrel hordes.  

After many hours of dancing, drinking and tambourine playing (it’s my thang now) I rolled home around 2am. By 5am, I was stumbling blindly around my house in search of the Demi-God of North America AKA caffeine. I was in the office, looking rather perky if I do say so, by 7am. Looking perky, but feeling like 12 shades of total ass! If history has taught me anything, it’s that on days like this it's just better to go back to bed. Unless you have a speaking engagement at a major conference….yeah. Once again, I raise my voice in a fervent prayer of thanks to the Gods of Excedrin and Red Bull. Boo-ya!

Men - you can't live with them and if you kill them it's one more mess you gotta clean.
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Killing Joke

Why is it that whenever someone tells you “Don’t worry—I won’t be a stalker” that’s exactly what happens? Can they just disappear? No. Instead? Total freak out, meltdown, drooling like an animal, checking your blog & MySpace page daily, flinging feces at unsuspecting pedestrians…

Two Things
Mood:  silly
Now Playing: UB40
So what can I say? I am totally addicted to these damn MySpace bulletins! You know I can never be serious unless faced with a required adult serious situation. So here's another random one for you...


Two Names You Go By:
1. Nutmeg
2. Ruby

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. Pasties
2. Wolverine pelt

Two Things You Would Want in a Relationship:
1. A midget
2. Shadow puppets

Two of Your Favorite Things to do:
1. Collecting belly button lint
2. Playing bloody knuckles

Two Things You Want Very Badly At The Moment:
1. A pony
2. For a totally nekkid Jensen Ackles to appear under my desk

Two pets you had/have:
1. A rock
2. Mr. Jingles the sock puppet

Two people who will fill this out:
1. Heather, because she already did
2. Deirdre because she’s funny as all get out with snarky answers

Two things you did last night:
1. Greco-Roman wrestled
2. Established an ant farm

Two People that you talk to everyday:
1. Myself
2. The other voices in my head

Two things you ate today:
1. Head cheese
2. Real menudo (is there any other kind?)

Two people you last spoke to in person
1. The tranny at the Starbucks drive through
2. My ventriloquist doll

Two Things You're doing tomorrow:
1. Camel trekking in Nepal
2. Building a suspension bridge using only Chiclets and Red Vines

Two longest car rides:
1. Any with my mother
2. Any with my mother

Two favorite Alcoholic beverages:
1. Rubbing alcohol
2. Only 2? I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings for being left out, so I won’t answer this

Two favorite people right now:
1. Kim Jong Il if he were tits up
2. Mr. Goodbar

Two favorite sayings:
1. I’m all shades of________ (fill in the blank)
2. Jeezy Creezy!

Two people you want to visit:
1. The Dali Lama
2. Santa Claus

Two times you've cried recently:
1. During an international coffee commercial last night
2. When I executed a triple firkin from the top of a 6 ft ladder and so did not stick my landing

Two things you're worrying about:
1. Will the Coyote ever catch the Roadrunner
2. The rising cost of okra

Two songs you've listened to recently:
1. The Gregorian chant version of Rod Stewart’s ‘If You Think I’m Sexy”
2. Eddie Murphy 'Party All the Time'

It's a Family Reunion Thang
Mood:  party time!
Now Playing: America
So a few weekends ago, I went to the Spatchmo family reunion (dad’s relatives)….in Yuma! The cousins were flying in from around the country—Hawaii, Michigan, etc. so I had to be there even though it meant cancelling pre-existing plans that I am still trying to kiss up and make better. Oy! My feet were a wreck so I headed over and got a pedicure. The minute I arrive at the hotel and see my parents, my mom looks down and says “Your toenails are sooo long!” and I say “I like them that way mom—the better to decimate termite mounds.” She sniffs and says “Must be nice to be able to afford a pedicure. I buy all my jeans at Good Will.” (NOTE: This is the woman who claimed that she and pop were “destitute” while they were in the middle of a $40,000 kitchen remodel—yeah, I wanna be that kind of destitute!) I totally lie and say “Mom, I didn’t get a pedicure, I did it myself” and she replies “Well, it does look like a monkey painted them.” OH YEAH!!! You just can’t win! 

Nutshell recap of the remainder of my weekend?

-Went to Mexico --the cousins and I bought a lot of cheap booze (or should I say bought a lot of booze cheap) Tried to barter to buy an underage cabana boy but his mother wanted far too many pesos for him

 

-Sandrailed

-Did a semi-polar bear swim by hopping into the canal in order to wash off the dirt and sand (from sandrailing) It was filty and probably contaminated by God knows what, but as buzzed as we all were, I think we were pretty impervious to disease

-Played a mean tambourine for the family sing a long (my sister & I the only ones on my dad's side of the family that don't play an actual musical instrument as apparently my air drums don't count)

-drank, drank, drank, drunk

-Went to Chretins for Mexican food (gramps dropped dead in the parking lot there after dinner one night almost 20 years ago) Watched my cousin Timmy pull a pair of chaps down from the display on the wall and proceed to do his best John Wayne impression (as Sheriff John T. Chance in Rio Bravo) Mind you, cousin Tim is a serious triathelete and owns an organic coffee company in Hawaii--says a lot about what Padron can do to you

 

-Went to Karaokes at a local bar (quelle horror)
-Sang a duet with my cousin Andy's wife, Meredith. It was 38 Special "Hold on Loosely". My cousins Tim and Zach accompanied us on their 4 ft Didgeridoos. I 'played' my trusty tambourine. Can I say the bar patrons were impressed to say the least!

-Went swimming at the hotel until 4 am playing silent Marco Polo-don’t ask it’s a Spatchmo thing involving lots of underwater flatulence and hand signals

-Got up at 6am to have coffee with my dad, realized that my hand were beyond sore and my hips were covered in bruises from my apparently far too overenthusiastic tambourine playing

-Made bananas foster crepes for 20 for breakfast

 

-Had a whip cream war with my namesake second cousin, she’s 12 and she won

-Drove home but not before getting lost in Yuma trying to find the freeway after I disregarded pop’s directions to stop in at the local Big Lots

Mind you, these are just the salient 'high' points of the trip... 

Questions Asked and Answered
Mood:  silly
Now Playing: Johnny Cash

I got this bulletin from a friend of mine on MySpace--so here ya' go--enjoy! 

1. In two words, explain what ended your last relationship?
Anal leakage

2. When was the last time you shaved your legs?
This morning I had Paco, my Venezuelan house boy/butler/bodyguard, shave them and trim the hedge for me….soooo dirty

3. What were you doing this morning at 8am?
Coming up with a viable action plan for world peace

4. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?
Fine tuning it

5. Are you good at math?
I had a 790 verbal and a 460 math score on the SATs—so needless to say—I suck at math

6. Your prom night?
Which one? They all kind of blur together into a blinding montage of tacky dresses and Mexican pimp style tuxedos

7. Do you have any famous ancestors?
President McKinley and the dude who invented Post It Notes—just kidding just President McKinley

8. Have you ever taken out a loan to pay for sex?
I haven’t had to pay for sex, but will keep that option in mind in case that situation ever rears its ugly head

9. Do you know the words to the song on your myspace profile?
It’s not so much a song, but a farting contest between Peter Griffin and Michael Moore

10. Last thing received in the mail?
Alas, it wasn’t porn

11. How many different beverages have you consumed today?
Coffee, water, wine, milk, vodka and Acai juice-they make a potent aphrodisiac

12. Do you ever leave messages on people's answering machines?
Uh yeah—otherwise they see on caller ID that I called and hung up and I become what I most loathe—a stalker!

13. First Concert?
The Cars and The Motels in 8^th grade. I was sleeping over at Nicky Castleberry’s house and we went with her skank whore groupie of an older sister. I wasn’t allowed to go and got busted by my parents resulting in being grounded for 6 weeks but I got the super cool baseball-style concert tshirt (like my parents wouldn’t have noticed that item!)

14. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach?
No, I much prefer to build rude sand sculptures and freak out small children and their parents

15. What's the most painful dental procedure you've had?
The unexpected free pelvis exam I received while getting a root canal 

16. What is out your back door?
My ass cheeks and a tattoo that says ‘No entry’

17. Any plans for Friday night?
I fell off of a ladder—can’t plan any worse than that

18. Do you like the ocean?
What’s not to like? It’s wet and salty....kind of like other things

19. Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different kinds of popcorn?
It's called the gift that totally sucks ass but makes you popular with your coworkers when you share

20. Have you ever been to a planetarium?
Gotta love those Pink Floyd laser light shows while under the influence

21. Something you are excited about?
I heard from this guy, who knows this girl, who has a cousin, whose second cousin is related to that 5th dentist I bitch about....well rumor has it, he will break down and finally recommend Trident

22. What is your favorite flavor of JELLO?
Vodka

23. Are any of your great-grandparents still alive?
Not for years. I still miss the Yatzee and the Sunkist fruit gels

24. Describe your keychain
A giant carabiner in case I ever need to repel to safety

25. Where do you keep your change?
On my bedroom floor, in my couch and ironically my prom dress from 1984

26. When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people?
My AA group is pretty large

27. What kind of winter coat do you have?
I think the more appropriate question is what kind of winter coat don’t I own

28. What was the weather like on your graduation?
It was raining mice--seriously

Of Lippizzaners and AssCrack....Part II
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: Yes

So I’m sure some of you were wondering what exactly was behind the title of ‘Of Lippizzaners and Ass Crack’….well here is the condensed version.

 

So that Sunday, I went to see the Lippizzaner stallion show. Way cool. Being a horse fanatic it makes sense that I would want to check this out. Especially seeing that I have never gone to see them perform before. Something about a bunch of studs, complete with junk, dancing and jumping around makes for good entertainment. Horses that is….

 

I go to sit down and VOILA! I see crack. Not just crack—ginormous Krakatoa crack! Who the Hell goes to a public event and wears low rider pants so that when you sit down, the unfortunate bitch behind you has to see the full moon for the 3 hours? Apparently the nasty 50-something hag sitting in front of me dressed as if she was heading to Dos Gringos at ASU for Happy Hour. As if someone could get drunk enough to mistake her for a 20-something. 40 is the new 20—not 50!

 

I just could not look away from her own personal Grand Canyon all the while fervently wishing for a giant container of spackle! I was beyond tempted to try to see if another one of my Lee Press On Toenails would fling off into the abyss that was this woman’s ass crack!

I Believe AKA Celebrity Gossip
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: Elizium

I believe that George Clooney is not actively gay but is in fact a closet case and has sex with so many women in the attempt to try to convince himself otherwise. That he is so inept in bed he never sleeps with the same woman more than a few times. That he told Celine Balitran that they should "save it for marriage" and she finally got frustrated and left. That he was in love with Mark Wahlberg who didn't return his affection.

Just Who is 'But Rash'?
Mood:  quizzical
Now Playing: Hank Williams Jr

Some of you may have noticed an unexplained posting under 'Of Lippazanners & Ass Crack Part I'. Just who is this mysterious 'But Rash' and why does he want to fuck my couch? The entire comment is:

"fuck you and yur couch bitch" Puzzling to say the least!

Could it be this guy? Hmmmm....doubtful as the 'Shocker' would be rather hard to perform on a couch as most of them are orifice free unless an asshole happens to be sitting on one.

Or could it be this guy?

In which case what's with the hate Mr. Poopy? Sounds like someone needs a hug! And how can you harsh on your namesake couch little man?

MySpace Baby!
Mood:  surprised
Now Playing: Rise Against

I am finding that MySpace is proving even more amusing than Craig’s List. I finally broke down under duress from Deb (who else?) and created a profile on MySpace. I really have to learn how to buck peer pressure! 

So if you want to check out my profile on MySpace, look for AZ Cool Chick or go to:

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseactionfiltered=user.viewprofile&friendid=7429016  

Feel free to add me as a friend although I warn you now that most of the folks listed as my friends I know in ‘real’ life. If your handle is “I Want a Real Woman” (yes, he’s on there and has emailed me) or “Pirate Booty Call” or something else of that ilk, I warn you now I may not add you unless you are hilariously funny or smokingly hot. Looks and personality can sometimes overcome uber creepiness. Sometimes. Besides, I just don’t need the potential for stalking ya’ know? 

Surgeon General's Warning: The major portion of the content on my MySpace page may not be suitable for work, blue-haired little old ladies, the rabidly politically-correct, chronic morons, the religious right, small children, small furry quadrupeds from Alpha Centauri, or your sanity. Oxygen may be required. Have the paramedics on speed dial.    

 

Just consider yourself warned 'cuz as G.I. Joe always says, "Knowing is half the battle!"

Jail Bait and Other Sorts of Sushi....
Mood:  flirty
Now Playing: Diamond Rio

So my college sorority pledge mom and I went out Saturday and hit RA, formerly owned by friends of mine who went into rehab and then sold the brand to Beni-Hana for quite the wad of moola, but as usual I digress.

 

Lena and I have been friends for a fuck all long time—since I was 17 and still wet between the ears amongst other places. I haven’t seen her lately, since buying casa de Megster as she is busy with her new real estate career and her own move.

 

I whined and whined (not!) until we figured out a mutually cool plan. Well almost. She said Fox Sports Grill for babes, beers and burgers. As only college football was on, I just wanted to chill patioside sucking tuna of the restaurant variety, I won-go figure. If you have ever dated me, you know how persuasive I can be.

 

So we are hanging at RA. Unfortunately, we are seated next to amateur hour—you know the kind--screaming as they do saki bombers, etc. As I am laughing and telling Lena a story I catch the glance of a little hottie at the amateur hour table. Now he’s sitting with a cute girl so I figure, it’s a party foul at the least—yellow flag penalty and all that. But it keeps happening and happening. Odd. I mention it to Lena who promptly encourages me to “hit it”. I’m all shades of HELLO, he’s like 12.…or I guess 21 as he’s doing saki bombers, but same difference to me—smells like jail bait! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Just say no! Look away from the way too young boy!

 

It’s like a multi car pileup on the expressway--I can’t look away and pretty soon I realize, neither can he. He and his little stud buds go outside for a smoke (ick!) and dudester is just STARING! Lena turns around and says “Oh my, a fan club of one”.

 

Soon after the boys came in from cancer sticking it, Lena and I make to leave. She has smalls to return to and I was, per the norm, getting up to ride first thing in the morning and it just isn’t quite the same trail riding with the bonus buzz. It loses something super cool in the translation when all I can hear is my ears whooshing and my eyes are tracking like I sucked down a pound of mushrooms all schismy and such. No thanks!

 

We get up to bail and Captain Jail Bait is making hot, fierce eye contact and I start giggling uncontrollably. Too funny mang! I feel like I am about to attend an 8^th grade dance-a-thon! Lena and I stop out front to briefly say our goodnights and Lena tried coaxing me into going over to Maestro’s for a drink…by myself…as if! Nothing says ‘lonely whore out on the prowl’ like going to an upscale bar alone after saki bombers! I don’t need or want that kind of action!

 

I notice while we are chatting, that Captain Jail Bait has come outside….again. As Lena and I part, I walk past him and he almost shouts at me “I really like your hair!” HUH!?! I whip around and give him the come hither look, drop my voice into my best Kathleen Turner impression and say “Well thanks sugar”, throw some swing into my walk and keep going. When I reach the end of the sidewalk to step onto the parking lot, I look back and he is still staring at me—looking like he is about to poop his pants (or worse). I smile and just sashay away into the night.

 

Yeah, I walk away until I run to my car to call Lena and tell her what happened! She gave me all kinds of shit for not yanking the boy out to play. “You should have at least dragged him to your car and mashed!” she cried! Oh yeah! I am going to have a make out session in my car, in the parking lot of a majorly popular mall with some 21 year old who will probably squirt in his pants and I will have to spend $100 detailing my car! NOT!!!!

 

I explained that it is impossible for her to live vicariously through my life as it is far too random and insane for a mother of 3 and she should just leave it at that….but that if the opportunity presented itself with someone who was at least 30, I would feel obligated to at least video tape it for her viewing pleasure!

 

Yet another episode in 'The Call of the Cougar!"