watermelon memories
Saturday, July 31, 2004
  repeat offender
being a freak magnet is one of my many traits. although on occasions, i do manage to run into rather decent guys. while few of these DG have ever toyed with taking yours truly off the market, they do always seem to return at some point or other. usually after significant lapses in time...i assume when they've hit a dating slump. it's not uncommon for me to get an email or phone call a year or two after i've given one of these DGs what i thought was the final brush off.

what brings this up today? well, an email from the columbian that's what. now the columbian and i were never serious. not by a long shot. unless you call being mauled in the bathroom at one of our co-workers christmas parties and then a couple of movie watching pizza eating dates at his house serious.

i'm not the least bit upset that the columbian has reappeared. he's smart, easy on the eyes, loads of fun, and gainfully employed. the problem is he's columbian. well not so much that he's columbian as his accent. i have a thing about being able to converse with my dating interests. damn me and my standards.

ah well. we'll see how it goes. i'll keep you posted.
In 28 day's i'll be 3...wait that's not right...in 3 days i'll be 28 or something like that anyway. in all those years i've been called a lot of different things but never jaded. not to my knowledge. that is until last week when some guy that would like to be more than just some guy (SG) let it slip. maybe it was the tightening of my jaw or maybe he just realized that might not be the best thing to tell the girl you're wanting to be more than friends with. whatever it was, he did try to recover quickly after those fateful words were uttered. albeit a sad attempt at recovery..."well, i mean everyone's jaded to some extent...blah...blah...blah..." HEH! not so fast SG, ole buddy, ole pal. the comment has been made, logged, noted, cross referenced and sent to the committee to determine your fate. and considering their lack of guinness these days, it's not looking good for the likes of you.

i've received my share of pokes, jabs, and stabs in my lifetime from various individuals. some valid, some not. however, this particular comment did make my short list of comments/critiques that cause me to reflect on myself and question am i really...in this case jaded?

before i could answer that, i had to relive a bit of history. i've been dumped by three long term BF's that all promptly (less than 12 months) married someone named angie. I attract more freaks than a website advertising leather clad, bondage loving teen girls getting there freak on with lassie, benji, toto, and spuds mckenzie. the times i've been told i'm charming, beautiful, exotic, intelligent, etc. by men that would pause if you asked if i had eyes but would not miss a beat to an inquiry of my bra size are innumerable. i've been lied to, cheated on, stalked, ignored, smothered, and used all by men that claimed to love me. and yet i still try and think i manage pretty well to give every new applicant a fair shake. but if the signs say cleveland X number of miles, even if you're standing in utah, you can bet that's where the road is going to take you. if learning from past experiences and following my instinct means i'm jaded. fine. jaded i'll be. but by god, i'm not going to cleveland just to appease you.

*signing out humming a bit from aerosmith's just push play album... "and i'm the one jaded you..."
  blog hopping
it's 3am and as per usual (at least of late) i'm still awake. i grew tired of answering messages of the few online "friends" i've acquired and started clicking random blog links off of the silver fox's list. next thing i knew i was clicking random links off of those blogs as well. until i ran upon the fish...she reminds me a bit of heather. i realized after poking around her site for an hour or so that the one or two people that happen onto my obscure site might enjoy her's as well...so off you go to check out this fish needs a bicycle.

one of my favorite bits from the fish:

FISH: Conventional dating is really just a waste of time. You go through intense pageant-like auditions, and even if you win, it's only to discover that the sash is itchy, the crown is heavy and the prize pack sucks SO bad that you wish you'd just stayed home in your PJs.
Friday, July 30, 2004
  P.S. Send Prozac
my lack of inspiration these days is enough to boggle the mind. i mean i am after all in the capital of all things bizarre. one would think the posts would be rolling like jack daniels at the local nudie bar. and yet that is not the case. i'm concerned the humidity might have caused my brain to mildew. although it's more likely i'm just in a funk. normally i'd toss back a guinness or twelve and be back in business before the second one had time to settle. sadly, there's not a pint of guinness to be found around here for miles. so here i sit...me and my funk and nothing but bud light to ease the fog. yes it's true, i am in purgatory. which is odd considering i'm not catholic.
Friday, July 23, 2004
  in the interest of killing time
i'm in the process if writing something to post.  until it's finished, i thought i'd post this.

Matchbox Twenty - Rest Stop
Just three miles from the rest stop
And she slams on the brakes
She said I tried to be but I'm not
And could you please collect your things
I don't wanna be coldI don't wanna be cruel
But I gotta find more
Than what's happening with you
If you'd, open up the door
She said, while you were sleeping
I was listening to the radio
And wondering what you're dreaming when
It came to mind that I didn't care
So I thought, hell if it's over
I had better end it quick
Or I could lose my nerve
Are you listening, can you hear me
Have you forgotten
Just three miles from the rest stop
And my mouth's too dry to rage
The light was shining from the radio
I could barely see her face
But she knew all the words that
I never had said
She knew the crumpled-up promise of this
Broken down man, and as I opened up the door
She said, while you were sleeping
I was listening to the radio
And wondering what you're dreaming when
It came to mind that I didn't care
So I thought, hell if it's over
I had better end it quick
Or I could lose my nerve
Are you listening, can you hear me

Can you hear me
Can you hear me
While you were sleeping
I was listening to the radio
And wondering what you're dreaming when
It came to mind that I didn't care
So I thought, hell if it's over
I had better end it quick
Or I could lose all my nerve
Are you listening, can you hear me
ahhh...the magic that is rob thomas.

  blogger VS haloscan
for the last day or so, i've been hacking away at my template trying, in vain mostly, to  replace my comment provider to haloscan.  blogger is however putting up one heck of a fight.  i've cut and pasted and read and re-read the directions.  i've sought advice from friends and visited haloscan's help mailbox multiple times.  the outcome?  i've been linked to haloscan once...note i did say once.  after i finished my dance of joy which included sending emails of my triumph, i tried it again just to be on the safe side.   was i shocked when i saw my comments had reverted to blogger?  nope.  i've come to realize they enjoy watching my eyes bleed. 

jeevan (lovely chap) at haloscan just finished a new code to auto install haloscan to blogger.  i've followed the auto installer steps to completion.   so, maybe you'll be sent to haloscan.  maybe you won't.   it's out of my hands. 

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
  cult of personality
i found this site on the silver fox's page who found it on red's page and thus the cycle continues.  my results?

You are a WECF--Wacky Emotional Constructive Follower. This makes you a candle burning at both ends. You work until you drop, and you play until you can stand to work again. You have so much enthusiasm that you can find it hard to control on your own, and you appreciate the guidance that channels your energy and lets you be your best.In a relationship, you require lots of attention and support. You often over-contribute and end up feeling depleted and cheated. You may benefit from more time alone than you grant yourself.Your driving force is the emotional support of others--especially affection. You can run on empty for miles if you have positive energy behind you. Without it--as it occasionally must run dry--you are depressive, listless, and difficult to motivate.You need a lot of affection. Get it any way you can, but never at the cost of your self-respect or well-being.

is there any truth to this?  bits i suppose.  whatever, it's an internet quiz. 

Monday, July 19, 2004
  green grass and such
i just finished reading a post by uncle shoe.  in this he made a comment about the grass looking greener and such.  this is something that i've never truly understood.  yet,  have fallen prey too many times. 
not so very long ago, before punkin's arrival, i had what most of my friends would call the perfect life.  by perfect i mean that i had a well paying job that allowed me to flit about the country on someone else's dime.  i had no ties, few responsibilities, and most importantly could  date anyone  i wanted.  or so the story goes.
what my friends failed to see was that this well paying job i had kept me in the office (so to speak) 60 to 80 hours a week.  leaving time for little else.  i did make the most of what time i did have...so don't feel too sorry for me just yet.
and while my dating prospects were many...quantity and quality are two very different things.  take for example the scots man that was training to be  doctor of some variety.  lots of fun, great smile, lovely accent, seemed like the perfect catch (note that i said seemed).  things were great.  we'd gone out a few times for drinks.  he'd cooked dinner for me atleast once.  work hadn't gotten weird.  (key stage left:  drop bomb)  in the middle of what was our first intimate session, he asked me to urinate on him...might i add that turned out to be our only intimate session of any variety.  and for the record, yes work was a smidge weird afterwards.  another example, the seemingly nice young man that bought me a few rounds, engaged in some interesting conversation, and then unzipped...pulled out the unit and asked what i thought.  who does that?  freaks...that's who.

enough about me...
i have this friend.  i'll call her neuro.  short for neurotic cause, well, she is a bit.  now neuro has a husband with a kid or two thrown in for good measure. now if you ask me, her life's not all that bad.  nice house.  nice car that she upgrades every other year or so.  great kids.  job that doesn't require her to live there.  not to mention her husband is a fireman...and not one of those fat ugly one's either.  she is also the first of my friends to verbally abuse me for not...ummm...test driving every car i see.  why?  because she can't.  now the way my mind works, i would think after dozens upon dozens of stories like and worse than the ones listed above she would cut me some slack.  not neuro...nope...uh uh....  somehow she always manages to twist things around so that it is my fault that a) the guy was a freak and b) that i didn't have a more appealing story to tell her.  don't get me wrong, it's a trait i find very endearing in her.  in fact, i'm  waiting for her to come up with a reason or two on how i started the war in iraq.
have we managed to overcome this you're life is better than mine chess match?  not even close.  do i really think the grass is greener in her yard?  not really.  i'm just glad i don't have to mow it.

Saturday, July 17, 2004
  the local
in my travels i've been known to consume a beverage or 10.  i've found that being a single girl on the road it helps if you make yourself known to the bartender.  since i'm a habitual creature by nature, i don't find this a hard task to accomplish.  as my repeated appearance and my standard order renders me unforgettable (unforgettable that is as long as i keep visiting regularly or manage to stay in a place longer than 3 months) after a few weeks.  i feel obliged to share a few of these locals (being as i was a local at one point or time) in the hopes that someone out there might find them as comforting/entertaining as i did/do.
once again these are in no specific order.
local #1  huey's downtown.  lovely spot to grab a bite to eat (see menu for the masses post) and enjoy a few cold ones.  they don't serve guinness to my knowledge but they serve a nice bottle of red stripe.  don't go looking for margaritas or anything else that requires a blender...as far as i know the kitchen doesn't even have a blender.  no milkshakes either.  if you're going to complain about the music...i didn't send you...you stumbled in on your own.  can't be associated with trouble makers since i still pop in from time to time.  if you're lucky enough for one of the dave's to be behind the bar...well, i expect you to take full advantage of the opportunity to see a real bartender at work.  if it happens to be dave hooper...you'll know him by his slightly uncombed hair...ask him to throw rock n' roll mcdonald's into the cd changer.
local #2  well i can't give you this one...i was sworn to secrecy and since i plan on visiting soon...i'm not spilling the beans so that i can face the wrath of dan, heather, and bunny...no sir.  not i.  however if you end up in quincy, MA and stumble upon it yourself, you'll be glad you did.  the lilt of irish accents abound.  albeit most are owned by LHMF's.  what is a LHMF you may ask...once again i was sworn to secrecy...just know it's not a thing you'd like to be called yourself.  more than likely the music renderings of tara hill will fill the joint with at the least background noise.  admittedly they're not the best in the world but  they grow on you.  be sure to have at least 2 forms of picture ID...Siobhan's a stickler.
local #3  Sarsfield's not a far crawl from the previous local but leagues different in atmosphere.  the words irish meat market come to mind.  however pints of guinness are $2 and drinks are usually generous and not so pricey as one would expect being in the hotbed known as Q-town.   there's usually a live band.  one of my favorite acts no longer plays there but you if you're in town you can catch him here.  on the nights there is no band or the band quits early DJ Kevin will be on the stage spinning a variety of music. 
there will be more posts like this...drink responsibly.


  punkin live and in color

Friday, July 16, 2004
  menu for the masses
i've lived and dined in several cities across the continental united states. while it has given me a wealth of experiences to draw upon, it can be very troubling when the stomach requests tacos from tucson and i'm in say boston. however, i thought i would share a list of my favorites for those of you that might be hungry and in the area.
i list these in no order other than that in which they recall themselves to my memory.

1. chicken wings from dimitri's rendezvous
36217 S Gratiot Ave
Clinton Township MI
(outside of detroit)
(586) 792-2200

2. pizza rolls from old chicago
2960 N Campbell Ave
Tucson, AZ 85719-2813
Phone: (520) 327-6200

3. club sandwich from risky's
6866 E Sunrise Dr
Tucson, AZ 85750-0838
Phone: (520) 577-0021

4. chicken tacos from chuey's
(not to be confused with the chuey's in texas)
4239 N Campbell Ave
Tucson, AZ 85719-1117
Phone: (520) 881-6623

5. chipolte chicken salad from not your average joes
31 West St.
Randolph, MA 02368
(781) 986-2900

6. hot wings from huey's
Memphis, TN 38103

7. chicken philly from huey's
Memphis, TN 38103

8. chowder from the no name
15 Fish Pier Rd
Boston, MA 02210-2009
Phone: (617) 338-7539

9. BBQ brisket from the county line
(you can have this express mailed to your door)
6500 Bee Caves Rd
Austin, TX 78746-5002
Phone: (512) 327-1742

10. rueben sandwich from Mc Guire's Irish Pub
33 Highway 98 E
Destin, FL 32541
(850) 650-0000

11. soup and 1/2 turkey sandwich from shady grove
(all their soups are great but my favorite is the green chile chicken)
1624 Barton Springs Rd
Austin, TX 78704-1035
Phone: (512) 474-9991

12. ararat just for the atmosphere...call for reservations
(middle eastern)
( 512 ) 419 - 1692

13. gyro from zorba greek restaurant
2601 S IH 35
( 512 ) 716 - 0100

14. hummus and goat cheese salad at gordon biersh
(901) 543-3330

15. sub sandwiches from jersey mikes
for a store near you click here

and that concludes my list for today. i would have included weblinks but for some reason blogger has made my tool bar vanish...if i find it i'll apply those later. enjoy.
finally got my tool bar back.  so the restaurants with web pages have links now ;)

  hi-ho hi-ho it's off to jail you go
it seems miss martha is going to do a little time. as well she should i say. oddly enough not everyone agrees with my opinion. caught a bit on the radio of some unkown woman saying "oh woe is martha"...not only does she have to spend 5 months in a fedral prison, she has to pick one of her 5 houses to spend five months on house arrest. and she can't have caller ID!!...well boo f'n hoo.
Monday, July 12, 2004
  michigan or bust
it's finally time. well honestly, a little past time for me and punkin to start out on our trip to the artic, more commonly known as detroit. we'll be making a pit stop in memphis to see the gang and then off through illinois. brutal stretch of interstate they have there in illinois...not quite as bad as driving across west texas but close. so those i rely on to entertain me on my roadtrips beware...i'll be calling.

any offers to help with the unpacking?
Thursday, July 08, 2004
  simple math
i went through a drive thru today. i know these places don't pay that well and i can't remember ever hearing anyone say,"when i grow up i'm going to work at taco bell/mc donalds/burger king...." keeping this in mind i realize their hiring pool isn't exactly the cream of the crop. what gets me though is the lack of work ethic and common sense. if i decide i want extra ketchup with my fries, i shouldn't get a look like i've just requested them to do my laundry and wash my car. if you work at a restaurant, IT'S YOUR FRICKIN JOB!! i don't care if you hate it or if you've just had a bad day. I JUST WANT SOME KETCHUP FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!! and i don't think i should feel guilty about asking you for it. hell, i shouldn't have to ask for it at all...fries require ketchup. the other thing that makes my blood boil...change. where do these people come from??? they have a frickin machine to tell them how much change i should get based on the amount of money i gave them. you'd think i'd learned not to screw them up by giving them an odd amount of change so that i won't end up driving a car full of pennies around. yet, i still do it, and more often then not, i get the dear in the head light look. you know the look that means that no matter what is said or how many times they count it, the change that comes back will not be right. so, yes, i am driving around a car full of pennies.

I'M GOING ON STRIKE.take that fast food corps...i'm through with you and your crappy service. now where did i pack my magic skillet?
some guy from canada sent this to me. it's been a while since i've laughed that hard.
Monday, July 05, 2004
  monet in the making

the wee-one's (aka punkin) latest masterpeice. quite talented for his age i think.
  and there you have it
i'm happy with my newly learned skills, at least for the time being. the tales of insanity shall start soon. now if i could just get the footer to work....
  now for the quiz
gi joe
You're GI Joe with the Kung Fu Grip!! You're
strong, tough, and know how to kick some ass.
Don't forget though, no matter how manly you
think you are, you're still just a doll. God
Bless America.

What childhood toy from the 80s are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

thank god it wasn't malibu barbie...shudder


now with pictures!! thanks to photobucket. and my weblink works too. color me happy. next mission: rustle up some readers.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
  few hours of sleep and....
alright i've had some sleep and am ready to take on this blog shite. it may take a week or two but never fear i will rise to the challenge. the gloves are coming off....
  oh man
i like to think i'm not a stupid girl but this blog is making me wonder. it's as easy as 1,2,3...yeah...right. that's why i'm going blind with frustration. enough of this for tonight...maybe i'll bash my head against the computer screen some more tomorrow.
Saturday, July 03, 2004
  this might not be a good sign
yep...it's official i've had a blog for no more than 10 minutes and the technical difficulties have already started. SHEESH!!!
  all aboard
so yeah, i had to get me one too. i mean with the weirdness i attract...this could be very interesting. so if you're up for the ride, fasten your seatbelt and we'll see how things turn out.
tales of my nomadic lifestyle and other meandering thoughts.

Location: a stone's throw from detroit, United States
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