Thanks!
summer’s here. i know this not because it finally stopped raining, but because flyboy and i made our beginning of summer trek to the drum circle today. it wasn’t as entertaining as last years first trek, but there’s an entire summer worth of sundays left. iguana guy was there with the iguana wrapped in a baby blanket. the only other item of interest was the guy serenading a tree. seriously.
this is not where i wanted my last bottle of two buck chuck to end up! i’m such a klutz. the worst part is that was the last of the case chady-bear brought back from cali. now that he’s on a mission i don’t think he’s going to rush home to smuggle cheap wine back into utah. damn.
‘tis the festival season! today’s venue was paddlefest then pride. oddly, i had to get my paddle pre-pride, and surprisingly i was a powerhouse at steering the canoe. at least that’s what my female partner-in-crime told me. perhaps she was placating me enough to make it to shore. either way i love her more for it! both events were a good time thanks to good friends and beer coupons! and both are going on again tomorrow. paddle or pride, people.
i went to a friend’s house last night for a bbq. in her invite she told me to bring someone who made me happy, and since there’s nobody filling that part at the moment i took ben. ben who doesn’t know the difference between trees and weeds. seriously this kid is nuts, which makes me look normal and that’s always a plus.
the hostess with the mostess mentioned a friend of hers thought she knew me. when she mentioned the name it took me a few minutes to think of how this girl could possibly know me. she mentioned where in slc she grew up and the fact her family had ten kids. bingo! that was enough to dig into the deep sarah memories and come up with where she knows me from. her parents used to babysit me before we moved to the country. she had to have been six or so at the time, i was eight. the only thing i could remember was lots and lots of kids and a constant supply of oranges. oh, and i think i may have been in love with one of her brothers.
i couldn’t believe she would remember me from just a name and not seeing me. it’s not like my name is distinct in any way. that kind of memory is only something i dream of having. as it is, i can barely remember to get dressed before leaving the house.
as i’ve mentioned before, i totally heart maverick gas stations. i claim their fountain drinks taste better but today i realized why it is i really go. no, not the hot dogs, but goodies like this:
clerk: “how’s your day?”
customer: “well i just got laid and it was the worst sex i’ve ever had. in other words, i just got screwed.”
the customer, i might add, was as old as dirt and wearing dirty cargo shorts. not that they don’t deserve to get laid too, but…
1) watching a football movie.
2) cleaning car with armor all wipes twice in one day.
3) refusing to meet friends for coffee because it requires putting pants on.
not to mention, my apartment is MUCH cleaner when i’m not home all day.
i’m always amazed when someone hands me a tool of any kind. i can’t get out of my house without hurting myself, how can i be trusted with a dangerous tool? my favorite canadian, carmen, still won’t let me live down the time i cut an extension cord with a saw–and i won’t let him live down the fact he was dumb enough to let me handle one.
i went to meet a friend for coffee and found him in his back yard digging trenches. (he claims it’s for sprinklers, but i have my suspicions otherwise. it looks like prime dead body real-estate.) despite being in pretty shoes that don’t mix well with dirt i had to dig for a minute. suprisingly, no one was harmed, including myself.
i received the following text message from him last night:
“i think i’m going to give up (current profession) & become a philematologist. care to be my research assistant?”
“does that come with dental?”, was my reply. i feel it’s important to have nice teeth if you’re going to spend your days making out.
the yuppie gave me this book this morning. i can’t decide if he thinks i’m someone else, or is encouraging my judgemental side.
i’m a sucker for a man who buys me books– ice cream and books, oh, and maybe shoes, but i digress.
you’ll notice i assigned a “the yuppie” label on my blog. i’ve got commitment issues as messy as my closet, but i think it’s a step in the right direction. i bet if i had a life coach or a therapist, they’d be proud.
baby-steps…
“it’s ok, i plan to see you naked at some point.”
“am i in the right place? i have raw meat.”
“when you’re half as funny as colbert i’ll make you ice cream myself–out of the garage.”