The Beard

OK, I have a confession to make.

I think that I'm afraid of body hair on a man.

Chest hair, facial hair, back hair (gag).

Luckily, Aaron doesn't have any of this! Something to do with his American Indian background or something of the sort, either way it works for me!

What brought this about you might ask?

I've been reading Fourth Comings by Megan Mccafferty and she has this entire description about a guy's beard. She refers to it as "The Beard" as if it's its own entity. Isn't that weird? So the entire time that I'm reading this part ... I'm really thinking about my dislike of hair. And it starts to gross me out.

Then I start thinking about how a few years ago I was hanging out with Jessica and her boyfriend at the time, and his friend and his friend's girlfriend. His friend had a bread. Like a massive beard. And his girlfriend always talked about how it smelled like a sweaty vagina. A SWEATY VAGINA ON HIS FACE! Isn't that disgusting?

So, I start thinking about how I used to date Michael and how he had facial hair and chest hair ... how did I live with that for such a long time? Ew Ew Ew.

Facial Hair even makes Ryan Gosling look less hot.

I think that all of this is the benadryl talking. But as for now, I'm thankful that the hubby does not have "the beard."

Sick

In more than one sense of the word.

I'm actually sick. With a cold. I think. I mean, if it's a cold that makes me want to take off my nose and suck all of the yucky stuff out and then somehow remove my throat so that I can't feel it being itchy, then yeah ... that's what I have.

In other news, I've been looking for really good blogs to read lately. I've found a couple that are hilarious and family friendly. Sometimes I read their exploits aloud to the hubby and we both get a huge kick out of others misfortune. I've also found some more "raunchy" blogs. One "AlwaysArousedGirl" catches me fancy. She discusses her sexual exploits, toys, and even the occasional blog about her divorce and her little girl.

One post that I found extremely interesting was the post about a "SaSI." Apparently, it's a small egg shaped vibrator that can "remember" things. That's right ... it knows what you like! And repeats it for you the more that you use it!! So, the naughty, I'm sick and have drugged myself with Benadryl, side of me peeks at the website just to see how much this thing costs ... 185.00!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT?!?!?!

$185.00 for plastic pleasure? I think not.

Although, now that I am considering it ... maybe showing this little bad boy to Aaron will make him to do the deed far more often. I KNOW he won't be paying 185 for my pleasing needs ... which can only mean that he'll try harder to not have to pay anything!

Chopped off the hair

New picture of the lovers

I Will NOT Be Walked All Over!

As I've mentioned before ... I'm sick of older people thinking that just because of my age they can walk all over me. Or any one else my age for that matter.

I went to get gas today and found a great one! The gas everywhere else was 3.99 but this one was 3.85! I was like "Sweet Sweet!" Well of course there was a lot of people there so I pulled in behind an SUV that was getting gas behind another SUV. The one that was in front eventually pulled out and I was going to pull in to their spot but another SUV pulled in facing the SUV that I was behind.

No biggie right? Well, the SUV that I was behind finally pulled out so I went to pull into the spot behind her and start getting gas. Unfortunately, the older lady in the other SUV pulled ALL THE WAY UP into BOTH spots to get gas.

OK, well she wouldn't have done that if I were a man. She wouldn't have done that if I were an older woman like her. She would have somehow made it work so that both of us could get gas. But she didn't ... she was a bitch.

I got out of my car and was like "Maam, I need to get gas too!" She was like "Well, I've been here longer." I was like "Well, you need to move your car back a little ... there are TWO pumps and we both need to get gas." She was like "It won't REACH." So I was like "Well, then you either need to learn how to drive that huge gas guzzler of yours, or you need to get a smaller car so that you can fit into tight spots and not have to get gas as much." And then I got back in my car.

Well, as I get into my car, she starts running her mouth. I got BACK out of my car and said "WHAT did you say!? What did you say!?!?" Well, she just turned her back to me and so I was like "That's what I thought ... TURN around." And then I got back in my car.

The people that were on the opposite side of the pump finally pulled out and so I moved around and got gas on that side. The entire time that I was out of my car, she had nothing to say to me. It wasn't until she was leaving that she rolled down her window and yelled "You better hope your MOMMA doesn't know that you are out this late ... Wouldn't want you to go off and get PREGNANT." (It was 7:30 btw.)

I start SCREAMING after her car, "I DON'T NEED MY FUCKING MOMMA TELLING ME WHERE I CAN AND CAN'T GO YOU FUCKING COWARD. GET OUT OF YOUR CAR AND SAY SOMETHING TO ME."

But no ... she just drove away.

I was LIVID!

I think that my cheeks are STILL flushed and that was an hour ago!!!! But I'm just so freaking tired of people thinking that they can walk all over other people! SERIOUSLY. I don't think that! I'm courteous when I drive, I'm courteous when I'm in stores. I'm always courteous! I don't see why people just think that they can be selfish and rude and a bitch. I'm tired of all that crap! I'm not taking it anymore!! I AM NOT A DOOR MAT!

In other news:

My grandpa is having an arterial-gram tomorrow, so please pray that he won't need surgery.

Crappy Service

Well, I'm back from Nederland! The wedding that I went to was great! I wish that Aaron would have been able to make it because weddings are always so romantic! I love dancing at weddings! But it's cool, the next wedding that we are going to Aaron WILL be able to go! FOR SURE!!!

Funny story: I was going to be going to the rehearsal dinner for the wedding because I was a reader. So, I was going to be bringing two dresses with me right. Come to find out ... I didn't bring ANY! Yeah, I completely just packed my bags, pulled my dresses out of the closet and then didn't bring them downstairs to the car. IDIOT, right?! So, I ended up having to borrow clothes from two people. It worked out pretty good ... but still!

So, before I left today, I went to go and eat with my friend Amanda. We originally were going to be going to Tokeyo to eat. Which is basically the best place to get sushi EVER! It's freaking awesome. I haven't found a better place in Houston. But, apparently neither of them were open. Something about plumbing issues? So we ended up going to Olive Garden.

I think that I'm about done with that place. Seriously. Earlier in the week, Paula and I went to eat at the Olive Garden up here. It took 20 minutes before someone came to our table and then basically everything about the meal was wrong. So, I tipped the girl a dollar. Now, I'm normally one to tip a lot more because I've been a waitress and I know how difficult it can be, but I'm starting to get freaking sick of it. Well, today was worse. It took 20 minutes for someone to come to our table and it wasn't even our waitress. It was another girl who was going to take our drink orders. She brings back the drinks and I'm like "Well, when is OUR waitress going to be here, because we are pretty freaking hungry." The girl was like "Oh, she's on the way." If on the way is 10 minutes later ... then okay. So, she takes our order (I ordered Spaghetti with meat sauce on whole wheat pasta) and then I tell her that I'd like the salad dressing on the side because I don't like the Italian dressing. When she finally gets around to bringing us the salad ... she's like "oh, they put the dressing on your salad." I'm pretty sure that the waitress should be the one to make the salad, so she was either making excuses, or she's too "in the weeds" to even make our salads. We had to ask every time that we needed something to drink, one time I noticed that there was a water pitcher by our table, so I ended up getting up and getting it myself. When we FINALLY got our food, another person brought it to us and my pasta was NOT whole wheat. So, that guy was like "Oh, sorry, she messed up." I was like "Well, she's messed up a lot." So he was like, "Ohh ... I'll get the manager." So the manager comes and takes back my plate and brings back the whole wheat pasta. Etc. etc. etc.

I was pissed! The lady barely came over to us ... she never would check to see if we needed anything else. We weren't asked if we wanted more Salad. Nothing. So it finally got down to bill time ... and I had had ENOUGH.

I didn't leave a tip.
And I left reasons why.
This is what I put on the back of the receipt.

"Dear Waitress,

The reason that you are not receiving a tip is because I'm not sure who it give it to:
1) The girl that brought us the drinks
2) The guy that brought us the food
3) Or the manager that had to fix all of the mistakes that you made.

Next time, try to be more ATTENTIVE!

Amanda couldn't believe that I'd done that. But seriously!!! I'm so freaking sick of that crap. First of all, I hate when Aaron and I don't get waited on very well because we are seated next to an older couple and so the waiters seem to fawn over them the entire time. HELLO, we are probably going to tip you way better than they are because we understand where you come from!!

So, if you are a waiter ... pay attention to EVERYONE. Who knows what might come out of it.

A perfect size What??

Remember these Sweet Valley books from our youth? I can remember the library having every single one of them and me being able to read them all in succession. I think that I might have enjoyed the college years better ... but whatever.

Anyway, these were first published in 1983 and are now being re-vamped.

Notice anything different about the covers?

Instead of newspapers, there will now be cellphones and blogs.

And those skinny little twins have gone on a diet. From an original "perfect size 6" to a now "perfect size 4."

Maybe this is just vanity sizes and they actually still mean a perfect size 6. Granted, I haven't ever found a vanity pair of jeans ... maybe that's because I'm not spending hundreds of dollars on them. Who knows. All I do know is that I still go in and come out just as disappointed.

Some people are saying that actually a perfect size 6 from way back then would probably be more of a 1-2 by now. So does this mean that the twins have gained weight? No way. Not these perfect specimens of blonde goddess beauty.

Are they going to remake these again in another 20-30 years or so? I guess then they will have to re-invent the twins again. "Perfect size -2 anyone?"