not as cool as you

Strange coincidence;  My ex-best friend’s drug dealer just got off the elevator, and walked into the plastic surgery office across the hall.   I want to hide under my desk until he leaves. He told her a long time ago that he thought I was hot and wanted my number so he could “steal her away from her loser boyfriend.”  He kinda scares me.  Um…please don’t recognize me and come say hi, please please please. I’m no longer associated with her or her nefarious “friends” but I keep bumping into them everywhere, it sucks.  But at work? This is too much.

On a side note, that same ex-friend just recently realized that we never talk any more and has been trying to contact me for the last week or so.  It’s really hard to not fall for it and call her back, text her when I think of something funny, and ignore her when she wants to give me some money (she owes me lots of moolah, I don’t even want it any more, I just want to be done with the whole thing.)  It still hurts a lot, I’m being non-confrontational about it now because I don’t see the point of arguing or trying to save the relationship. It’s all a giant ball of Oof.

My hair turned out…well…okay. The top of my head is a gorgeous color of dark red and it looks really natural.  The rest of my hair didn’t really take the color, so it pretty much looks the same as it did before.  So my head is two-toned, not really in a good way but it could be worse.  I took pictures but left them at home again.

Hello Dolly

Watching the news last night was a trip. Yes, I know there is a hurricane and it’s not that far away from us, but must we insist that the sky is falling?

I knew better than to watch the local news the day before a hurricane will hit land south of us, I knew better but I couldn’t help myself.  Houston will get some rain, it may cool down a teensy tiny bit for about half a day, but other than that, it’s a local nonevent.

Hey weather, call me when you’re in town and we’ll have a real party, like when Rita rolled through. Remember? The supermarket shelves were empty, I had several days off work, everyone and their dog got stuck on the highways trying to evacuate while me, Nathan and my ex-best friend had the whole damn city to ourselves.  That was a party.

gift suggestions...help!

I don’t know how I do it, but somehow I volunteered to take care of buying and shipping a birthday gift to my future mother-in-law.  All Nathan told me is that she likes “bath stuff” and that she’s not very into “girly stuff.”  Um….okay.

Here’s what I know, she is a retired teacher who is now a master gardener who works part-time for a florist because she thinks its fun. And she loves chocolate.

I’d be tempted to get her something garden friendly, but she gets a lot of that stuff from her sons who never know what else to get her. I now know how they feel.

I need suggestions, please help?!   Think good-future-mother-in-law-birthday-gift and get back to me!  Email me at brooklet14 at gmail.

I had the most absolutely terrifying nightmare last night. Seriously, I don’t know if I’ll ever sleep peacefully again.  I cannot stop picturing the scariest scenes, my mind keeps returning to them like it’s burned in my memory.  I can’t remember my dreams 98% of the time, I don’t remember nightmares either; but this one was so off the charts scary, I don’t know if I can forget it.

Wow, if all that stuff about your subconcious working things out while you sleep is true, I am seriously fucked up in the head.