Thoughts from Babs

One more thing
Thursday, July 17, 2003 01:16 p.m.
I forgot one thing. Ally's latest quiz is the "What animal best portrays your sexual appetite one". (Where do you get this stuff?). Anyway, being a dutiful roomie, I took the quiz. I am a little doubtful of the results, but here they are anyway.

Take the What animal best portrays your sexual appetite?? Quiz

I grounded myself
Thursday, July 17, 2003 01:07 p.m.
On the way out to Elgin to have dinner at Sarah's parents' house, we saw the funniest bumper sticker. It said "Dyslexic devil worshipers sell their souls to Santa". That just totally cracked me up. Maybe because it is a reading joke, but I am not sure. I do know that I laughed for about 10 minutes on that one. Once we got to their house and had dinner, I was once again reminded what a witty and funny group of friends I have. We were just sitting in the living room and talking and we were cracking her parents up. I guess that so often, we are the only ones around us, so we don't notice the sharp wit as often. After that, we went to 6th Street to celebrate some more, and I did a little too much celebrating. I saw the one person who I really was worried about running into, but luckily, my friends are aware of the fact that I am a wimp and hightailed it out of the bar with me. It was an interesting night because it seemed like no one was out, but the Bar Austin guy (who was wearing an ADPi shirt) just informed us that "everyone goes to Coppertank on Wednesday" and asked us why we weren't there. Now, it seems to me that you wouldn't ask people who were in your bar why they weren't at another bar. Anyway, I proceeded to drink too much and the good idea/ bad idea scenario came up once again as it always does, and I once again went with the bad idea. This morning (afternoon) I have decided to ground myself, as Stephanie said, and as such will be the designated driver for at least the next month. I am not getting trashed outside of my home or the home of people that I know well. It has just gotten out of hand. :(

Tight pants are no good!
Tuesday, July 15, 2003 02:10 a.m.
Tonight I finally was able to take full advantage of my freedom from the hooligans (2nd graders) and go out on a Monday night rather than being in bed by 10:30 (sad, isn't it?). Now, normally I wouldn't have a lot to do on a Monday night, but tonight I got to go see Pat Green do an acoustic set at Waterloo for the release of his new cd. I convinced Sarah to go with me since she is less employed than all my other friends right now. We got there around 10:25 and had to wait in line forever, but at least we had some entertainment. There was this guy in line ahead of us who 1) was trashed; 2) had radio station stickers all over his HIGH SCHOOL t-shirt; and 3) had on the tightest jeans I have ever seen on a guy. I mean, there is no way he was comfortable in them. We were discussing the fact that his fertility may have been in jeopardy due to the extreme tightness of the pants. He was even walking really funnily (is that a word?), but that could have been due to the pants, the drunkenness, or a combination of both. Now, he was walking around a lot because he had to get more beer (obviously, duh), and during all this walking, he would stop and talk to random people, who would smile and nod and give him weird looks. He would also stop every once in awhile, look at the crowd, stick his arms up over his head and shout "woo-hoo!" or "hell yeah" or some other random drunk guy slogan. Needless to say, we were entertained. Well, after all the waiting we finally got in and got to listen to Pat, who was super-fun as usual. Afterwards we got our cd's and decided to skip getting them signed and go eat at Katz's instead. There, Sarah and I plotted and planned for the party this weekend. I think after that, I can safely say that it will be an absolute blast!

Frustration!
Monday, July 14, 2003 08:06 a.m.
Alright, number one on my "things to do in order to be a lazy bum this week" list was to sleep in as late as possible. Now, you may have noticed that I am writing this a little after 8:00 on Monday morning. This means not only have I failed to do the first thing on my list, but that I failed on my very first day of trying. However, I am not as hopeless as it might seem at first. I am up for a reason. Now, the reason that I am going to tell you is true, but it may make me sound like a whiny 4-year-old who runs into her parents' room in the middle of the night, dragging a ratty old blanket and begging to sleep with them. But really, don't think that about me, since it is most definitely not the case. The reason that I am up now is because I had a nightmare (see, I told you). Not just any regular nightmare, the worst nightmare that I could have . . . (if you know me well, you know where this is headed) . . . a nightmare about snakes. If you don't know, I absolutely hate snakes. I am terrified of them. On Saturday I went tubing and at one point on the river, there is a sign that warns of snake nests and tells you to keep your legs up. Needless to say, this sign does not comfort me. I think that I must have had a traumatic experience with snakes when I was little because, just about once a month, I seem to have a nightmare about them, after which I have to get out of my bed and calm down for a good 5 minutes. Obviously, this is not very conducive to getting a full night's sleep. Anyway, I am mad at myself now for depriving me of my much-anticipated and much-deserved sleep. On a happier note, I had an absolutely fabulous weekend. Friday night we went to 6th Street for a friend's birthday and got absolutely plowed. Obviously, when this happens, hilarity ensues, and this time was no exception. I won't write what happened here, to protect the innocent, but obviously, if you don't know and you want details, just ask. If I deem you worthy, I will tell you. I should have pictures soon (not of all the funny stuff, just some). Anyway, Friday was just a super-fun night. Then Saturday, like I said, we went tubing and then ate at the world's best Mexican food restaurant. The only problem, with this was that I drank beer the whole time we were floating down the river and then was unsure of the exact location of said restaurant. So, I did the logical thing and called my parents to get directions. Yes, I called my parents while I was pretty freakin' buzzed. Well, you know of course that those directions were a little messed-up so we got lost and I had to call back. I was trying really hard to make it sound like I was sober, but I don't know if I pulled it off. Anyway, Saturday night was Jennifer's B-day party at a karaoke bar. I actually sang. Embarrassing, but fun at the same time. Wow, I am noticing just how many people have July birthdays . . . 2 last week, 1 yesterday, 1 this week, 3 the next week. Now of course I have to count back and see what is about 9-10 months before July that is the cause of all these babies. (Counting). Well, 9 months earlier would be early October. Hmm, maybe people really like Columbus Day. Anyway, back to the weekend. Sunday I had a chill day hanging out downtown with Ebony. We shopped, ate at Z Tejas and I pre-ordered the Pat Green CD so that Sarah and I can go see him play at Waterloo tonight. I am so excited! Anyway, I am off to try to go back to sleep now. Everyone think sleepy thoughts for me. :)

Oops!
Friday, July 11, 2003 03:30 p.m.
Ok, so apparently I have gotten into a little bit of trouble lately for writing stuff about people on here. You see, sometimes I just assume that there are certain people who I know that will never see what I write on this. But then, they come up with some crafty way to find it and they may see less-than-complimentary things about themselves on here. Not because I am a mean person, just because I never really thought that they would see it. I mean, everyone needs a creative outlet, right? So, I meant no harm by any of my comments in earlier entries, I was just kind of re-capping the weekend. I hope that I didn't offend anyone, I wasn't trying to, and I really don't think that anyone I met last weekend was crappy. That said, I am going to get this weekend started and I will try not to upset anyone this time. Oh, and just as an aside, I am really excited because the thermometer on my computer says 99 right now and I have never seen it be over 100, so I am hoping it happens right now so I can see it. Yep, I'm dorky, what can I say? ;)

Are you getting bored with me?
Friday, July 11, 2003 01:36 p.m.
I know, I know, I am being completely uninteresting on here lately. I am not updating as much as I should and it really is bothering me. I swear, my life is much more interesting than what is portrayed on here. However, I am just too tired at the moment to let you in on all the fun stuff that has been going on lately. But, today was my last day of work until August 13 (yay!!) so next week, while I am being a lazy bum, I promise to write witty and fun things. So, next week's to-do list: wear pajamas all day; sleep until noon; eat ice cream in bed; watch The Price is Right; watch Days of Our Lives; update blog with witty and fun things. There. Happy now?

For my adoring fans
Tuesday, July 8, 2003 03:52 p.m.
Well, it seems that I have been so busy living life lately (ooh, alliteration), that I have not had all that much time to write about it. The (long) weekend was full of friends and fun. Following is an incomplete list of the events: got trashed at Cheddar's with the girls, did a wimpy power hour, went out with Sarah, Steph, Matt and company, met one crappy boy, went to visit my fam and Eb's fam on 4th of July and got to watch G-town fireworks over the highway (classy), got pudding all in my purse and acquired the nickname "Pudding Girl" from Matt, went shopping, cleaned the house and put the furniture back in its pre-Club Bounce state, got makeovers with Sarah, went out again to 6th Street and met a cute nice boy, woke up Sunday for the run (and by run, I mean walk) around Town Lake from Hell and then got one roomie tattooed and the other one pierced, got to hang out with an old friend I hadn't seen in a long time. That pretty much sums it up, I guess. Last night I didn't get to catch the finale of For Love or Money, which upsets me since I was watching the whole thing and then had to miss the most important one. It was ok though, because I was out on a date at the time. Sometimes you have to sacrifice the company of your television for the company of a real person (I know, sad but true). Now I feel like all of my weekends up until school starts are full, but that is a nice feeling, An even better one would be the fact that after 1:00 this Friday, I will officially be on summer vacation! Took long enough. Any ideas about how to waste 4 weeks will be accepted.

Fun Quiz
Tuesday, July 1, 2003 04:48 p.m.
So, Ally had this super-fun quiz on her blog and I just had to copy it. Here are my results and you can click on the entry title (or my results) to take it yourself. Have fun! Oh, and by the way, I started to read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix last night, but was so scared after the first chapter that I had to stop. Good stuff!!
With Which Harry Potter Male Are You Most Sexually Compatible?
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Geico's geckos
Monday, June 30, 2003 11:04 p.m.
So, I am going to take a shower today and I turn on the light and open the door to the shower, as usual. On the window of our shower (yes, we have a window in the shower, no you cannot see through it, sorry to disappoint you) there is a gecko. Thankfully, it is on the outside and not the inside. I mean, I like geckos as much as the next person, but I do not particularly want to shower with one. This is one thing that I am thinking during my shower. The other thing that I am thinking is that the Geico advertising and marketing executives who came up with the gecko ad campaign, while clever, have obviously never seen a real gecko up close. I mean, there are several inconsistencies in their portrayals of geckos. It you are wondering about these inconsistencies, don't worry, I will point them out for you. First of all, most of the geckos I have seen are not green. Most of them have skin that is so thin that you can see right through it and they are kind of a transparent beige color with the color of internal organs underneath. Next, the gecko on their commercial is frickin' HUGE!!!!! I mean, they make it look like the thing is about a foot tall when it is standing on its hind legs (another inconsistency, since I have certainly never seen a gecko who could stand on its hind legs, but I digress). Now, the geckos that I am familiar with are only about 3-4 inches long. I would be freaked out if I had walked into my shower to see a foot-long lizard on the window. I would probably still be dirty now. Last, and the thing that probably bothers me the most about these commercials is the fact that geckos are very fragile animals. I went to college with a guy who had one in his hat during class and reached up to feel what it was and smashed the poor thing's head in. If a gecko were to really perform some of the acts that they have him doing on those commercials, either his arms, legs, tail, head, or a combination of the four would be fatally ripped off. I mean, a gecko would last about 1.5 seconds driving a convertible before his head flew off from the force of the wind. Likewise, if a gecko were swung around by his lover (a regular-sized woman, by the way . . . odd, very odd) she would end up just holding little gecko arms because the rest of his poor body would fly off into the ocean. I mean, if little kids see these commercials and think that a gecko can stand up to that kind of activity, we are going to see some gross gecko parts just lying around. (I mean, little kids do things like try to flush their pet fish after watching "Finding Nemo") I don't know why this bothers me so much, but it just does. It is kind of like my roommate, Ally, and the Chik-Fil-A billboards. It doesn't bother her that the cows write billboards, just that they are inconsistent in their mispellings. I argued that, developmentally, the mispellings are actually pretty appropriate for the cows writing level, but still. Anyway, had a great weekend, Segers had a super party at his house, I volunteered on Saturday morning and ran around the lake on Sunday morning (yay me!). Thankfully there are only 3 days of summer school left, then a week of training and then I am free!! (I am counting the seconds.)

You can't do anything but laugh
Wednesday, June 25, 2003 04:29 p.m.
Alright, you know you had a kick-ass party when this happens to you. I was fixing my lunch today and we have Dr. Pepper in one of those “cool fridge packs” in our refrigerator. I take the can and my lunch and go to watch some tv. I am eating and not really paying attention to what I am doing until I get ready to open the can. I look down and realize that I am holding not a can of Dr. Pepper, but rather a can of Miller Lite. Now, I am disappointed that there was a can of Miller Lite left over after the party, but, that is beside the point. I couldn’t do anything but laugh and consider just having it with my lunch for a few seconds. But, I didn’t give into temptation. Instead, I just put the can into our beer fridge where it will wait for me until Friday (or tomorrow, if the day is rough.)

My towing package pays off!!
Wednesday, June 25, 2003 010:52 a.m.
Ok, so yesterday I was being a good, healthy person and was on my way to Steph's to run with her. I am sitting at a stoplight, waiting to turn left, and there are probably a good 10 cars in front of me. The green arrow comes on and, like and normal human being, I know that I have to wait a few seconds before switching from the brake to the accelerator in order to give the carsin front of me a chance to start moving. Apparently, the crazy woman in the minivan behind me was not aware of this fact because she just went and rammed right into me. Now, I had just finished with an important emotional conversation, so I immediately throw my hands up, and then start to bawl. I pull into the parking lot on the side of the road and she follows me. I am sure that the entire back side of my car is wrecked. Amazingly, I get out, go to the back and see . . . a scratch about a centimeter long (like this long: ---, really). I am relieved and then the lady gets out and comes over to me. I am still crying and she looks totally freaked. We determined that my car is ok and go to look at hers. On the way over (like 2 parking spaces, and remember that I am on my way to run so I am attired in a yellow wife-beater, gray gym shorts and running shoes and my hair is up), these 2 guys in a car on the road honk and when I look, they give me a what's up and smile and wave at me. Now, I admit, sometimes this is appreciated, even welcomed. When someone has just been in a wreck is not one of those times when it is. Geez, let the body cool a bit before you come tearin' in there, guys. Anyway, the lady's car had this huge square hole knocked in it and I realized she had really only hit my towing hitch. I know what you are thinking now: "Why on earth does she have a towing hitch? What is she towing?" Well, the answer would be nothing. I have it because it was already on the car when I bought it and I knew that it would come in handy some day. That day, my friends, was yesterday. So, in conclusion, now noone can tell me that I never use my towing package. :)

Mensa: my kids aren't even CLOSE!
Tuesday, June 24, 2003 04:54 p.m.
Ok, so I know that I should not be thinking this, but I still am. It is pretty bad, when you consider what I do all day. I am a teacher and I am supposed to think that all kids are wonderful and that they just rock and can do anything. Well, I have come to the painful realization that the kids in my summer school are class are just, well . . . dumb. Poor things, they don’t know what in the heck they are doing or are supposed to be doing or were doing five minutes ago. It is very frustrating to ask a question which you expect to be answered immediately and just stand there and have 9 little faces stare back at you blankly (those of you who have seen me do the face know what I am talking about, everyone else, just imagine that you have asked your friends what time it is and they all start at you as if they are thinking “Time?!?!? What the f#*% is this guy talking about with this time nonsense?”). It is all that I can do to not start peeling the skin from my face while I wait for someone to tell me what we need to know if we know that Jim’s puppy eats one bone a day and we want to how many bones the puppy will eat in a week. Seriously, that was the problem today. (By the way, you need to know how many days are in a week to figure that one out and it took 6 minutes for someone to say that . . . I timed). Anywho, aside from keeping my fingernails away from my face at work I have been sleeping a lot and running. I am trying to help my body recover from the major party this weekend. There was a club theme, so we had a bounce (complete with velvet rope), some bumpin’ tunes, a very sexy and cool bartender and paper covering the bathroom walls so that people could write on them, just like in a real bar. Genius, sheer genius if I do say so myself. The party in itself was wonderful, here is a rundown: -there was a guy (someone I know) with a digital video camera taping everything that went on; -in response to said guy with video camera, my roommate was warning everyone (loudly) “If anyone says anything about Girls Gone Wild or flashes the camera, I am taking it away! This is not that kind of party!” -at one point I was walking around (at my own party, mind you) saying “Hi, I don’t think I know you. I live here.” It was wild! -the door opened pretty late in the night and in walked about 10 hippies in a row, all carrying beer; -a watermelon got smashed in the back yard; -on Sunday morning, my best friend from high school broke her 16-year record of not puking for any reason; -I almost killed myself trying to be a drunk show-off and attempting to flip on the trampoline; -people I had only heard of in college and who I thought did not really exist showed up at my house. That pretty much covers most of it. No more humongous parties for me for awhile (until Sarah’s b-day), the floor is still sticky/ slimy!

Ok, I know when I'm beat
Tuesday, June 17, 2003 02:16 p.m.
First, click on the title of this entry and check out the voicemails on the link that it takes you to. Alright, now I thought that I had it bad with these guys who I had gone out on all of A date with calling me over and over again. But, this guy definitely has blown me out of the water. His ex-girlfriend is a complete LOONY TOON!!! Not to mention, she made the carnal error of letting her psycho-ness be proved by having it recorded. Dude, no wonder guys always say that girls are crazy. I listen to these messages (all 53 of them) and I can't help but think "Damn, girls are freakin' crazy." I have to remind myself though, that not all girls are this crazy and most are nowhere near this. That makes me feel better about my gender and definitely better about what I thought were my own neuroses (which Ally said are part of my charm). Enjoy! Oh, and thanks to Eb for the link, it brought me hours (literally) of shock, enjoyment, amusement and wonder.

Dumb and Dumberer
Friday, June 13, 2003 01:35 p.m.
Ok, I know I just did an entry, but there is something I left out. Here it is: Oh my gosh! I totally forgot that Dumb and Dumberer comes out this weekend. Well, I will miss it since I will be at the beach, but everyone else should go see it this weekend. It is going to be freakin hilarious! So, in conclusion, everyone go see Dumb and Dumberer this weekend, because that would be so super-cool if it were the number 1 movie in America. Also, if you do see it, don't talk to me about it, I want to experience the masterpiece for myself. :)

The BEACH!!!!!!!!
Friday, June 13, 2003 01:23 p.m.
I am so, so excited!!! Ally's parents rented a house at the beach so this weekend Steph, Ebony, Sarah, Matt (they always go together in my entries, I am finding), Ally, maybe Jennifer, and I are all going to go have some fun in the sun on the Texas coast. Ok, so I realize that saying that my friend's parents rented a house and are letting us come makes me sound like I am about 16 years old and having to take Saturday off from the Gap, but I don't care. Although I am 23 and a 2nd grade teacher, I am definitely NOT above mooching off parents (mine or anyone else's), and don't act like you are either! Anyway . . . Ally's dad told her that the fridge and the cooler are going to be stocked all weekend, so we should be having a rip-roaring good time. I think that it will be a nice chance to bond with the girls (Matt counts as a girl this weekend). Sarah, Steph and I are even packing our running gear so that we can run on the beach, how cool is that? We think that we will be super-cheesy and run at sundown. Ha ha. In other news, today is Friday the 13th. Now, I don't know if it is bad luck, or a psychological thing or what, but I have had some pretty crappy days when it was Friday the 13th in the past. However, I just don't see how today could go bad. I am off work and at home already and it is only 1:30, and in about 2 hours I am headed to the beach. Maybe the bad luck is that if you are reading this and you didn't get to go. Well, if that is the case, sucks for you! I am off to pack so I will be ready to soak up some rays and sip up some drinks!!

Craziness
Thursday, June 12, 2003 01:50 p.m.
Ok, so if you think you have the craziest, suckiest neighbors ever, think again. I have you beat. Yesterday I went to do my good deed and gave blood. After you give blood you are definitely woozy and are instructed not to drink any alcoholic beverages. Well, we already had plans to go to Double Dave's and watch the basketball game (boo Nets!). DD's has a special on Wednesday night where you buy a buffet and your first beer is free. Each beer after that is only 75 cents. Well, of course I can't turn down a deal, so 3 Dos XX later, I am fully trashed. Luckily, I decided to go home and go to bed. I am in bed by 10:00 and you can just imagine the pizza and beer-induced coma that I am in (keep in mind that I am low on blood here, people). At 12:30 in the morning, I am rudely awakened by banging. Now, of course I assume I am dreaming. Then I hear it again and it is just POUNDING (I mean, it had to be loud to wake me up last night). So, I wake up a little and realize that it is someone banging on our front door. I assume this is a dire emergency, so I go out to answer it. I turn the light on first to make sure it is not a crazy killer and look out the peep-hole to see my across-the-street neighbor, who we will just call Psycho. Psycho has woken me up before by banging on the door to complain that he didn't like where a car was parked. Said car was in front of my house and across the street from his but he claimed he couldn't see well enough to back out of his driveway with a car there. Well, we gave Psycho the benefit of the doubt, and asked people not to park there. Whenever we forgot and some poor, unwitting soul would park there he would let 'em know his displeasure, even going so far as to threaten to kick the ass of one guy who I was going on a date with (as you can imagine, that evening went well). Anyway, I open the door last night and he asks me if I know whose car is parked in front of his house. Yes, in a different place than he had warned us not to park in before. I said I didn't know and he informed me that I "had better find out and had better get it moved." Now, I am a rational person (quit laughing) but I don't really enjoy being threatened like this, especially when I have just been woken up and have to be at work at 7:00 in the morning. Of course I couldn't think of anything witty to say, so as he was stalking off, I just called out "Yeah, thanks for waking me up in the middle of the night!" After that, being a girl and al, I of course started to cry, just because I was scared and frustrated and didn't know what I could do. Well, today I called my daddy who told me to file a police report (check) and also 1) asked my uncle how many 1/2-ton pickups they could get parked on my street and 2) asked if the guy was too big for him to "whoop his ass". I love my daddy. I hate Psycho. I hope that all of you have neighbors who are less crazy than that. On a better note, I did do a good deed yesterday (giving blood, yay me!), so now I am officially a good-deed doer, like the tin man in The Wizard of Oz. I am so proud. :)

Summer School
Tuesday, June 10, 2003 10:07 p.m.
Wow, I always dreaded the thought of having to go to summer school when I was a little kid. It seemed like something that only the bad kids had to do, and I thought of it as the ultimate punishment. How odd that now, 15 years later, I am teaching summer school. The funny thing is, the kids don't seem to mind it. Today they told me that they were disappointed that we get out at 12:30 and they wanted to stay all day and learn more. I was shocked, but I guess that is better than them not wanting to be there at all. I am glad that I am doing something during the day, though. I am home for about 4 hours by myself after school is out and I am extremely bored with that. I can only imagine what kind of bad tv I would watch and what sort of trouble I would get into were I left to my own devices all day long. ;) I am trying to be healthy this summer though, and have started running with Stephanie. I was a little worried that she would totally leave me in the dust. But, it seems like we are about on the same level. Either that or she is totally humoring me. Today we were running by IBM and there is a basketball court in back. There were a lot of guys at the court and it seemed like they were maybe warming up for a game but not actually playing yet. I thought I heard them saying stuff to us as we passed, but I didn't mention it. When we were well away from the court, Stephanie said she thought they had "woo-hooed" us but she hadn't wanted to say anything. Alright, 2 comments on this: 1) I really like when you and the person are with are thinking the exact same thing but neither of you says it and then one of you finally does and the other person is just like "Yes, totally!" and 2) what do guys think they will accomplish by woo-hooing at us? Do they think we will turn around and say "Oh my, I have never been woo-hooed at before and I swore I would instantly bed the first man who did it"? I mean, come on. It is like the episode of Friends where Monica woo-hoos the cute guy on the street and he turns around in the street to look and is hit by an ambulance. That is good stuff because it is true to life. Well, I better get to bed since Ally convinced me to let the people at her work suck my blood tomorrow. (don't worry, she works at the Central Texas Blood and Tissue Center, not in Transylvania or on Sesame Street- you know, with the Count and all.)

Its the freakin' weekend
Sunday, June 8, 2003 06:39 p.m.
Well, after my escapades on Thursday night, and due to the fact that I am going to have to start teaching summer school Monday, I decided that I should take it easy this weekend. Friday night Stephanie and I went on a "date" since there seem to be no boys who are worth going out with right now (at least none that are asking us, anyway). Now, I think that the people at Zio's might have actually thought we were on a date, not that there is anything wrong with that, we just found it really funny. After that, we joined Jill and Ally to go see Nick and Beka's band. It was a really good show, and as Ally has said before, Nick is more passionate about his music than I am about oh, anything. Now, we all know that after the show is the after-party, and any kind of party generally occurs at our casa. Now, I took things easily (only 2 drinks), but noone else did, making for a fun and interesting night, which included Cory pushing me into a door and breaking it, people pouring sugar on each other (a la Def Leppard), the demolition of a delicious chocolate cake in celebration of Gabe Vaughn's birthday, a love-fest in the hallway and me taking an unusual attachment to a wooden spoon (nothing gross, I just held it almost all night, for some reason). I ended up playing mommy by putting people to bed and cleaning up and ended up in bed around 5:30. This would have been fine except I had to get up at 9:00 to continue my mommy stint to get everyone up for tubing. We went to the Comal and had a great time floating the day away. There is really nothing more relaxing than floating in a tube down the river with a beer (or water) in your hand and enjoying the company of good friends. It was super-fun, but also somehow exhausting, which is confusing since we were essentially laying down all day. We felt inspired, nonetheless, and claimed we were all set to go downtown. Obviously, this did not happen once we got back on the land and regained sanity. A much better choice was to go hang out at Jackie's. I chose to have just Coke (really) and had many people ask me what was in it. "Ice" was about the only thing I could answer. Well, all in all a good weekend and hopefully this week will spawn some funny 2nd grade stories to share later.

Wow, what a night
Friday, June 6, 2003 01:04 p.m.
Ok, so, I just wanted to give everyone a little warning here. If we are downtown (or anywhere with alcohol, really) and I continue to get glass after glass of “water”, please don’t just assume that it is water. Because last night the people that I was with assumed it was water when, in reality, it was absolut mandarin and sprite which, needless to say, is much more potent than water. Obviously, by the time they realized what I was drinking, I was wasted, and not in a good way. They bought me pizza, which I informed them that I could not eat (this was probably a good decision on my part). So, Sarah took my plate from me and held it and some guy came up to her and touched it. Sarah decided he could just have it at this point, so some guy on 6th Street got free pizza last night due to my extreme drunkenness. After that, I apparently decided I wanted pizza after all and decided to communicate this to Sarah by making munching noises rather than just asking for a bite. She gave me a bite and then I changed my mind again, decided I didn’t want it and spit it out on the ground (I am classy, I know). We got back to the car, where I passed out on Sarah’s lap and went home. But the story doesn’t end there. When we got home I got out of the car and sat down outside because I thought that we were still on 6th Street. Matt tried to tell me repeatedly that we were, in fact, in front of my house, but I just sat there and called him a liar. When I actually thought to look around, I found out we were, in fact, at my house and went inside without any more discussion. So, there are several things we learned from this story: 1) Barbara is very funny when she is drunk; 2) Sarah and Matt are good, good people to put up with me when I am stubborn and drunk and most importantly 3) don’t assume that I am drinking water just because my drink is clear. I hope we have cleared that up. I think I am going to take it a bit easier this weekend. I don’t think my liver or my pride is up to doing that again.

Argh!!!!
Tuesday, June 3, 2003 01:15 a.m.
So, I just wrote this really long entry and tried to add it to the page, but somewhere between me pushing the done button and the entry actually going on the page, something went wrong. I am too frustrated to re-write it right now, but perhaps tomorrow I will try to re-create the hilarity that ran rampant in the entry that is now lost forever.

School's out for summer!
Friday, May 30, 2003 04:27 p.m.
Well, I can hardly believe it, but my first year of teaching is over. My second graders walked out of my room for the last time today and next year only half of them will be at the school I am at since we are refiguring our district. I don't think that it has really hit me yet. I am so used to spending all day every day with them that it doesn't seem real that I won't do that anymore. One of my kids was just crying all day and saying how much she would miss me and that she didn't want to leave. Another one informed everyone (very loudly) that he had failed everything so that he could come back and be in my class next year. Flattering, but still a little weird. :) It has been quite a year, but sitting at my desk after school today I almost felt like it was still August and I had just gotten there and everyone was working to get their rooms set up, not taking them down. I don't have to move rooms so I just got to wander around and gossip and help people. On a totally unrelated note, I was a cheerleader in our "talent" show today. This, I am sure, was quite entertaining to watch. However, we went last and I got to see everyone go before us so I can safely say that we were far from the worst. I was supposed to be the bouncy hyper cheerleader, so I just got to jump around and act freaky. It was pretty fun. Afterwards, SEVERAL people came up to me and asked if I had ever been a cheerleader. When I said no, they acted shocked and informed that I could have been. I am not quite sure what to think of that. Oh, and yay to the Spurs for finally knocking out the Mavs and going to the finals!! :)

Good idea, bad idea
Tuesday, May 27, 2003 06:05 a.m.
Ok, so, many times Ally and I have discussed the phenomena of good idea, bad idea. This is where things that are definitely not good ideas seem like they are when you are drunk. This theory was put into practice last night. Sarah, Matt and I started a power hour around 9:00. I don't know why I did this, both of them are on summer vacation, while I still have a week of work left. Actually, we started out pretty moderate. We said we would do a half hour. Well, by the time that was up, Matt and I were drunk enough to think that another 15 minutes was nothing. (By this time, we already had started to think that it was a good idea to call other people and subject them to our drunkenness, another bad idea). Well, of course when that 15 minutes was up, we decided to go for the full hour. This resulted in Matt and I being completely trashed while Sarah, Kevin and Karen watched (good souls, they are). Ahhhh, yes, nothing like being drunk with your friend's boyfriend. Actually, Sarah was too. But, anyway, the night progressed and more good idea/ bad ideas popped up and luckily were shot down by the more sober people who were here. All in all, it was a good night, and Matt and I (who were the designated drinkers, apparently) were saved from any really stupid ideas (like jumping on the trampoline at 4 in the morning) by our understanding and more comprehending friends. Thanks guys!!

Getting old?
Monday, May 26, 2003 01:15 a.m.
So, I am really feeling kind of old these past few days. Last night one of my pledge sisters got married. It was the second of my friends from college to get married and still, none of my really close friends are married, but it still kind of freaked me out. It is wild to think that people my age are old enough to get married without their parents' permission or whatever one needs to be married. It just felt odd somehow. Then tonight my friend had a party for her boyfriend's 21st birthday. It has been so long since my 21st that I have forgotten most of it (not that I remembered a lot of it the next day anyway). I realized I was one of "the old people" there when Ebony, Sarah and I were standing in the kitchen noticing what was moldy in their pantry and getting rid of it. It was definitely another weird situation to be in. I think, though, that these are both just typical situations that people are put in right after they get out of college due to the in-between feeling that they have. On a brighter note, Spurs won again tonight, making it 3-1. Just one more game and they'll be Western COnference Champs!!! Take that, Gabe. :)

A long few days
Saturday, May 24, 2003 12:38 p.m.
Woah, all I have to say is that bachelorette parties are CRAZY. There are so many interesting things that happened on Thursday night that I don't even know if I can include them all here, but I will try. Well, we started off with a very-interestingly shaped cake, baked by my roomie, which was a huge hit. It is kind of raunchy so I won't share it here, but I am sure you get the picture. We hung out and drank for awhile and then headed to 6th street. It was a blast and we got rounds of drinks bought for us everywhere. It rocked. But then the night took a turn for the worse at Gatsby's. If you want my advice, here it is: Do not, under any circumstances go to Gatsby's on 6th EVER. It is a bad bad place and every time I have been there I have puked either while I was there or directly afterwards. Well, this time it was while I was there. After that, I decided I needed to go home RIGHT THEN. Hilarity ensued with my roommate walking me to her car, which was MILES away (or just seemed like it). I don't remember what happened next, but it involved me getting home and getting in bed (thank god). Friday luckily I was not hung over so I went to lunch with my girls and got my hair cut. Then I went to Stubb's with 3 really cool people and saw the Derailers and Ray Wylie Hubbard. It was super-fun, but one of the kids in my class was there with his mom!! I was thinking "what crazy person brings their kids to a concert at what is essentially a beer joint???" People are weird. Tonight I have to go to a wedding, so we will see how that is. They are having a keg, so that is a good sign, but we'll feel it out as the night progresses.

Chicks Rule!
Wednesday, May 21, 2003 11:41 p.m.
Eb and I went to the Dixie Chicks concert tonight and let me tell you, it was the coolest thing I have done in a LONG time! In addition to the fact that we got to see a group of extremely talented musicians perform really great songs, there was a long list of cool things that happened. Here is that list: 1) There were protesters outside. Now I can tell my children (if I ever have some) that I was at a conert with protestors; 2) The Chicks were totally dressed punk! It was awesome; 3) We got little light-up blinky keychains; 4) We got to be on tv! The Academy of Country Music Awards were tonight and included a live performance from the Dixie Chicks; 5) They released huge things of confetti at the end and it rained down all over us; 6) I got to wear a cowboy hat and dance around; 7) We had really sweet seats . . . thanks Mom! Ok, well, that is all the cool extra stuff I can remember, but it was sweet. Also, very inspirational. I mean, I am even more in favor of everyone's right to free speech than I was before. They had a really good point and the proof and footage to back it up. All in all, these chicks kick some major ass and I was psyched to be able to spend my evening with them. :)

My roomie is so funny
Tuesday, May 20, 2003 05:39 p.m.
OMG!! everyone has to look at my roommate Ally's blog. It has hilarious quotes from the party. Some are from and about me, but luckily, she didn't include names, so as to protect the guilty. Very funny. :) Here it is: http://just_chillin.pitas.com Or click on the link to Just Chillin at the left. Read it! Now! It is funny!

Finally, a smart bachelor
Monday, May 19, 2003 02:07 p.m.
Well, after an hour and 45 minutes of assuming that this bachelor would be as dumb as the other 2 and pick the wrong person, I was shocked and amazed that Andrew picked Jen, the good choice. Not to mention what he said to her: "Jen, I love you. I think that we fit perfectly together and I look forward to a life of adventure, happiness and family," Andrew said. Then he got down on one knee, placed an oval-shaped Harry Winston diamond engagement ring on her finger, and asked, "Jen, will you marry me?" Wow, I mean, isn't that just really what every girl is looking for. Not to mention the fact that he is hott and the heir to the Firestone tire and wine fortunes. Wow, I would have settled for tires or wine, but she gets both. What a lucky girl.

Jet skis
Monday, May 19, 2003 10:54 a.m.
Well, after an extremely succesful 3 party weekend (including 16 hours of debauchery on Saturday afternoon/ night during which I cried aout Ginger leaving, poured apple martini all over myself and all over Matt's stuff, took off my shorts in the middle of everyone- it was ok, I had on bikini bottoms, and insisted on calling people by their full names- Gabe Vaughn, Kevin Jones, Jeff Fowler, etc, etc), I was ready to relax Sunday afternoon. Luckily, Matt had invited Sarah to the lake, and even luckier, Sarah wanted me to go with. We got there and it was HOT. I could only stand sitting in the heat for so long because, for some reason, I was quite dehydrated, so we got in the water. When I got over my fear of the fresh-water octopus, it was really really fun to just sit in this little floatie chair thingie and veg. Then Matt took us on the jet ski. It was so fun and could hold 3 people so we all got to go at the same time. I have never been on a jet ski before, just heard my mom tell me about how people die on them, so needless to say, I was a bit scared when we first started out. But, Sarah and I got the hang of it and before the day was done, we were driving the jet ski and jumping over wakes. It was fun and I totally recommend it to everyone. Hopefully there will be many more afternoons spent at the lake this summer . . . I am finally getting my tan back!!

I am not as stupid as I was a few hours ago
Friday, May 16, 2003 05:37 p.m.
OK, so luckily, my roommate helped me out a little (not before she laughed at me a lot, though) and I found all the old entries. I know that you were feeling anxious and alone when they were gone, but don't worry. Now they are back in all their glory and they will never leave you again. :) That is, until the next time I screw this up. Wow, I am so ready for these parties this weekend. Tonights is going to be sad because one of my most awesome friends got admitted to grad school and she is leaving on Sunday. This will be her farewell party and I just don't think I am ready for her to go. But, I know that she has to move on to bigger and better things. So, we are wishing her bon voyage with a sweet party, Texas-style :), and then a final trip to 6th Street. Tonight should definitely create some good stories.

What I learned
Friday, May 16, 2003 02:35 p.m.
I have learned a lot in the past 24 hours. Beginning with this: If I drive to happy hour at Baby A's 1 margarita is definitely my limit. This would not be what happened yesterday. I drove to happy hour and then drank not only the 2 margaritas I purchased, but also most of Ashlee's 2nd, which she could not finish. Luckily, Ally saved the day and drove us home. The second thing I learned was that trampolines are not outrageously priced. We have wanted one for awhile (and I mean a big huge one, not just a little one) and went to Sam's last night to buy one. I was concerned because I did not know if they let you purchase trampolines while under the influence, but Ashlee informed me that they only care about your mental state when you are buying liquor or getting your body altered (pierced, tattooed). So, we got a trampoline, a very reasonably priced one, might I add. The next thing I learned is that, while very heavy, trampolines are quite easy to put together when you have 6 girls who are determined. Next, I rediscovered something I already knew . . . jumping on a trampoline is one of the most fun things I have ever done. I did discover today though that it is not all that fun when you are jumping at home alone and you try to flip but forget to tuck your head and almost break your neck. I guess the last thing I learned was that my belly button ring was the opposite of every single other one on the face of the earth. I lost the ball and instead of getting to just buy a new ball, I had to buy a whole new ring. But, the new one has just the right amount of bling bling, so I am pretty happy with it. Now I am super-psyched because there are 3 parties that I get to go to this weekend (as opposed to the usual 0 parties). There should be a fair amount of drama to email about on Monday (if the weekend goes well!!)

Happy, happy
Thursday, May 15, 2003 10:53 a.m.
There really is nothing better than good friends and a good margarita. (I am imagining a round of "Here, heres"!) It seems like Thursday happy hour really is the absolute best thing to get you in that weekend frame of mind. Not the one you're in all week because you don't want to do any work, but that one where you know the weekend is really close to being here and you get excited about all the fun possibilities there are for it. It seems like there is such promise in each and every weekend, you never know exactly where you'll go or who you will meet. But, if you are in my circle of friends, you do know that it will be absolutely amazing!!

Goodbye Dawson
Wednesday, May 14, 2003 09:42 p.m.
So, even though I was not a die hard fan of "The Creek", like my roommate Jill, I still felt the urge to watch the last episode EVER. I must admit that there was something satisfying, albeit sad, about watching Joey and Pacey together after all those years. But, I still stand by my opinion that having Jen die was a totaly cop out. I mean, she was one of the original 4, but she was the 4th out of 4. I must stop here and point out to everyone that I do realize that these people are not real, but I still feel a need to see their lives resolved. I do still think that Dawson, even though he does get to finally meet with Spielberg, will lead an unfulfilled life and die alone because his one true love, Joey, was stolen/ borrowed ("you never really steal anything from a friend"- foreshadowing much?) by his best friend. Anyway, I guess since they are not real they will be fine.

A wish come true?
Tuesday, May 13, 2003 05:04 p.m.
So today I got yet ANOTHER crappy email that said I would get anything I wished for as long as I forwarded the dumb thing to like, 15 people. Umm, forgive me if I am wrong but the only thing I am for sure going to get if I forward this stupid thing is 15 people who are mad at me for junking up their email inboxes with something they DON'T WANT OR NEED! Checking email is kind of like opening a present for me. I mean, someone thought of me and wanted to acknowledge that thought and sent me something. Usually I really enjoy it. But, when I open a dumb chain letter that tells me to forward it to 15 of my (former) closest friends, I feel like you do when you open up a Christmas gift and it is socks, or something totally lame like that. I also don't take kindly to taking orders from the computer screen. Maybe that is just me (but I sincerely doubt it). So, in conclusion, what have we learned today? If you have the privelege of having my email address, don't send me stupid crap that I have already read 38 billion times and chosen not to foward each time because I obviously think more highly of my friends than you do. Sorry about going off, but I really hate that!

Hello
Monday, May 12, 2003 09:26 p.m.
Ok,well I feel like sometimes random stuff pops into my head so I wanted to make those things available to the general public (ok, so probably just to Paige, who will be the only person to read this with any dedication. Love you, Paige). :) Anywho . . . I think that some of the stuff is funny/ interesting, but I never actually get to tell it to anyone because it is kind of weird to say something like "So, I was thinking earlier" and then add in your random thought. So, I thought this would be perfect. Things are pretty normal right now, except for every 2nd grade teachers' nightmare happened to me today. Yup, one of the kids in my class puked all over the floor. It was pretty freakin disgusting, especially since those of you who know me realize that I cannot stand to see/ hear/ smell/ taste throw up at all. I got my kids out or the room as soon as possible and called the office without actually having to look at it, but of course they all felt the need to describe it to me. YUCK! All of you should be very happy to have jobs where 1) People you work with on a daily basis realize it is socially unacceptable to throw up in your workspace; 2) your coworkers do not feel the need to describe extremely nasty things to you; and 3) even if a coworker throws up, you are not responsible for getting it cleaned up. But, I guess it is all in a day's work for me and I am just lucky that it hadn't happened before now.

I am retarded
Friday, May 16, 2003 02:54 p.m.
Well, in case you hadn't noticed, I was trying to archive my entries but instead I somehow hid them all (even from myself). I am working on getting them back, but until then just amuse yourself by thinking about how dumb I am!! >:-O