Saturday Night

I really need to stop watching Big Love

I am so far from that 19 year old who abruptly know that her religion was made up and not what I want. This show is giving me horrible flashbacks to specific moments that I tried really hard to forget.  The dialogue of Mormon-Speak makes me a puddle of anxiety. I feel worse for my husband, since he has to deal with my sudden anxiety attacks or quick storm of tears.  Luckily, I can let the moment pass and then step back and reason that it really doesn't matter and I can move on again and be fabulous me.  To be honest, it can also make me laugh hysterically.

So what's up with you?

I am riding a wave of gratefulness. Last Saturday my most amazing friend, Todd, opened his home to me for my graduation party. Yes, I have finally finished my bachelors. It only took 23 years.  But that's really not what I'm happy for.  You take classes and complete them with a C or better until you collect enough points. BAM a bachelors.

I am grateful for my friends.  I've always been someone who never let anyone in except those that I really truly trusted and really truly loved.  I find it really hard to call someone my friend. I like people but before I put that label "friend" on someone, there is an intense vetting process by a panel of one crazy minded me. So I really was cautious as to who I invited. The more the merrier would be the obvious thing but I got really panicy about who should be on the invitation list.  When a name went on the list, I had to be comfortable that I could call them a friend.  It did pay off in the end because when the evening came, I was with the people that I loved.  You can tell because I hugged everyone. I hate being touched by anyone unless I trust them.  Oh it burns, it burns.

that show on sunday

I got creeped out at the end when Bill recited the prayer over the sacrament, BECAUSE I WAS SAYING IT ALONG WITH HIM AND DIDN'T REALIZE IT! Blech.

So, when is True Blood coming back?

Bullet Points to Catch Up

Bullet points are a cop out, yes, to a real post but I'm trying to add something in here. At least its not a meme. You should see my facebook notes. Its Meme-tastic over there.

• There is a "mean-girl" at work who is discovering that her outbursts directed at others is affecting how people want to work with her. More than a few people have mentioned that they don't understand why she can't be as nice and sunshine-y as me. WOW, I'm doing really well in hiding my evilness
• My request for Academic Renewal was approved. My sucky GPA from 1989 at ASU has been wiped out and I now have a non-loser GPA. yay for me!
• I LOVE http://www.picnik.com/ Because I made this. I found the picture, made it look polaroid-y and added the note. yummy
• I had a very interesting question from the boyfriend before the husband on my facebook. The one thing that I can't stand about typed messages is that I can't decipher the meaning behind the question because I can't hear his voice and I can't type a question to clear up whatever my misunderstanding is. And I don't have his phone number. And I now get the feeling that a phone call wouldn't be welcome from me. But really, its a small thing I'm over it, just this whole Facebook thing is a bit strange, just for reasons like this.
• I can't wait for Big Love this sunday. It's going to show part of the endowment ceremony in the Mormon temple. Yes, I used to be Mormon and this show gives me such joy when I see things in it that most wouldn't see. Things that are SOO Mormon. Also things that I thought were normal, meaning that I didn't see why the pieces of it were out of the ordinay. I mentioned a few of those things to the guy I mentioned above (in 1992, 1993, 1994; not about the show just about the religious teachings of that church) and not only did he tell me that they were strange but why, which started those baby steps to Atheism.
  
• I'm still forging ahead in watching all the seasons of House. I love this show, I love Hugh Laurie.
• The BFF got me to purchase a DVD player without region codes. Region codes only allow the DVD's to be played from certain regions of the globe. My US player won't play UK dvd's, for instance. This one has the region codes removed. I am now catching up on a BBC series that I could only purchase from Amazon.UK
• It looks like we really might be going to Ireland in August. I talked to my sister in law, yesterday about what needs to happen for us to go, news about the nieces boyfriends and what the nephews are up to. I might get to go to a UK wedding. I will need a fabulous hat! Yay!

Ok, I have to go to a birthday party so I'm out of here, but this is a good start.

Catching Up

Well, well, well, it's been a long time hasn't it. Much has really not happened but as always, life is good.

The weekend has been ...relaxing... would be the word. Friday was Happy Hour to bitch with co-workers (I really don't have much to complain about. I love the job)

Saturday morning, Dave and I watched part of the documentary Friends of God. My sweetie was vocal about what freaks he thought the people in the evangelical world were. I bit my tongue until 10pm tonight when I finally said,

Those people! That's your party!

In the week leading up to Super Tuesday, our pact to not speak of politics to each other has been tested abit. We made a few comments under our breathe or as we leave each other's company for another room.

Saturday was dinner out with the best friend, her husband and our mutual friends, Tony and Stan. Dinner at Sierra Bonita, was fabulous. Everyone of us finished every speck of food on our plate. Lots of forks were diving into each others plates (We're not shy, we've all known each other for more than a decade) and the Bread Pudding was soooo delicious. The BFF's husband took the first bite and exclaimed,

OH MY GOD THAT IS FUCKING AMAZING,

and I'm thinking to myself,

Well, that was over the top, calm down, you wierdo...

until I took the next bite and said, after a pause for an enveloping ecstacy,

I would push and trample 5 years olds to eat a bite of this dish

Sunday, Dave and I spent the day perusing Lowe's shelves for the next home project. We are finally going to redo the upstairs bathroom. Me, being the finance person, set up the project budget in a spreadsheet and hope all goes well with the plumbing. That's where it can all go into the pit of hell.

I've had some wonderful times connecting with some high school friends. Blair, desperate for a night out due to extenuating circumstances in her household, her husband, Chris and I met up at Trader Vic's in Scottsdale, a few weeks ago. A plot was launched, which I won't speak of unless it actually comes to fruition, and a few tasty drinks were consumed and some disappointing desserts were had. Dave was at a party without me and couldn't make it.

We then followed it up with a breakfast with me, Blair, Andrew and Erin at Pischke's in Scottsdale (again.). A drive for me but well worth it. I was really happy to see that Andrew made it out to meet us. He dropped out of any contact for a bit but we found "it was him, not us" The follow up, "Thank You" e-mail from Erin hit the nail on the head. She said that it's nice to discover that we all do each have roots; a history shared and it is a comforting thing (paraphrased). As much as I hated High School, I will have to admit that connecting with this group has been very soul comforting.

Unfortunately, I person from my past, an ex-friend, sent an email to catch up. It's actually sitting in my email, has been for two weeks, undeleted, just waiting for a response, which I keep thinking that I might. Dave keeps reminding me why I shouldn't but I still feel like I should accept the invitation to meet up and chat.

I was watching the Superbowl Half Time show with Tom Petty and he was singing my song, American Girl, and he gets to the line,

And for one desperate moment there, He crept back in her memory

and dammit, he did creep back in my memory. Oh well, the memory follows quickly to the memories of what an ass he was.

Memories, like the corner of my mind...

Can it be that it was all so simple then? Or has time re-written every line?...

We also went to our "family" birthday party. (My family is made up of my sisters, their husbands, friends, who are mostly gay men, my BFF and her husband) Some highlights were that we will celebrate on Labor Day of every year the sterilazation of some of the group (including me and my husband), That my BFF was made the hero of Charlie's when she stated that no accidents will happen and if it does, she has a date with a vacuum and the tour of new art pieces in the home of the hosts, that consisted of homoerotic art. Sadly, the hosts removed the tree with the tree house.

Ah, the weekend before the 5 day weekend. On friday I was offered a new position at the job starting MONDAY! Which I did accept, by the way. Much better hours.

For the drive home I was very happy. I called Dave to let him know that he needs to make sure that I wake up earlier, and placed a few calls to confirm the 4th of July fun at my house on Wednesday. I also, finally plugged my ipod into my car and now have a much better soundtrack for the ride home.

I took this picture from my cell phone because Breathe Me by Sia was playing and it reminds me of the last episode of Six Feet Under when Claire drives across the country to her new life in New York as scenes are shown how each of the characters die in the future. Very moving for me since I really loved the show and cared about the characters. Dave? well, as I was tearing up a bit as most of the families ends had shown, he says,

This doesn't make sense. She hasn't even left the desert yet...

I guess that you can say that he doesn't have the same artistic outlook that I have. He is really the best guy I've ever known though. He just left the house with some friends for a night mountain bike ride. He came up to give me a kiss goodbye and I was watching Great Balls of Fire and he starting dancing, white guy twisting would be the best description.