Venting to My Online Audience, Counting Your Blessings, and the Personal Choice and Commitment of Being a Meatatarian

Intellectual, witty conversation.... that is what I am in dire need of. I was the phone the other night with Chi Chi and it was so good to talk to her, the four hours I talked to her just flew by. It was so refreshing. *sigh* I swear I don't talk to enough people who are interesting. I mean Harley is and a couple other people, but I don't see them enough. I just need a good face-to-face conversation that can keep me on my toes where the time just flies by... Me and Chi Chi would have that every night when we were roomies in college, I guess I just miss her alot and all our wonderful nightly conversations! *double sigh* Venting on here helps and is a decent substitute for intellectual conversation. I mean no was is responding to me, but it helps to just get my emotions and thought out in writing and not think about anything else. *triple sigh* So in any event, thanks for listening or not listening, reading or not reading, it's a good form of therapy for me.

Me and Harley were walking last night and we ran into a girl who asked if we knew where a pay phone was, those have gone by the wayside in this world thanks to cell phones. I said no I didn't know where one was, but she could use my cell phone. I checked in my purse and realized I left it my car, but I told the girl my car wasn't that far and if she didn't mind walking we could go and get it. She said thanks and followed me and Harley to my car. On our walk to my car, we discovered that the girl was a drug addict and had just signed herself out of rehab, she had been working since the age of ten in a kitchen and her husband had committed suicide and she was only 25. She lived in a town about an hour away and when we got to my car, she called her grandma to pick her up. She argued with her for about 5 minutes and then hung up and said thanks and started walking. I wished her luck and Harley and I continued walking in the other direction, about 5 minutes later my phone rang and it was the girl's grandma, she asked to talk to the girl, but I said I was sorry she was no longer with us, she started walking the other direction. Her grandma asked if I was in rehab with the girl and I said no! I don't drink or do drugs, I was just letting her use my phone, she said okay and hung up. Me and Harley continued walking and it made us think, man are we lucky. I get frustrated with my life sometimes, but I am really lucky, I have wonderful friends, parents, and family who love me and have helped me a lot threw my life. I have a roof over my head, clothes on back, and food in my belly. I may not always enjoy working my "pay the bills" job, but I have a job and it's a flexible job that works around my dance schedule and I get to do what I absolutely love which is dance. I have my faith and God has blessed me in many, many ways. Talking to this girl made me come home and thank God for all the blessings in my life. I don't know what happened to that girl, but I pray she's okay.

On a completely different and lighter note, I'm sitting here watching tv and a Wendy's commercial has come on. It's advertising their sandwich the baconator. The guy in the commercial says he won't try the girls salad because he is a meatatarian and it's a personal choice. It makes me laugh, it sounds like me. I eat very few veggies (I know, I know, not a good things), but whenever I go to Timmy Ho's and order their BLT sandwich, I always say I don't want the lettuce and tomato on the sandwich, just bacon, cheese, and a little mayo. Basically, the more the sandwich is going to clog my arterties, the better it will taste. That Wendy's baconator sandwich looked really, really good. I'm really hungry right now at 10:33 at night, I'm craving a Wendy's baconator or some kind of bacon. I'm going to go search my house for bacon now, maybe I have some in the frig....

People Holding More Regard for Their Food than Priceless Antique Belongings, My Love of Seasickness, and Having a Big Heart for Charity

I'm back! It's been a week since I've been on here and what a busy week it's been. I was on vacation for most of it and now I'm back to the same old grind. I just received a mean text message from Harley about how I'm slacking with blogging, so basically to throw it in her face, here I am blogging. All I have to say is Bite Me, Harley! In any event, my vacation was fun, relaxing, but I'm glad to be home. I was in Hartford, CT for part volunteering at the Antiques Roadshow. It was fun and different experience and I met a lot of nice people and a few of the famous ie the Keno Twins. I must say I dealt with 6,000 people that day and no one was mean to me. Odd. I know. Considering the fact that for the 6-7 years I waitressed and hostessed through High School and College, I couldn't have one single day dealing with 250 people at the most (and it was usually was less than that) where someone wasn't a complete a** to me. Maybe because when I worked as a waitress/hostess, I was dealing with their food, where at the Antiques Roadshow, I was just the line keeper in triage sending them to table with their priceless family heirlooms and garage sale finds. It just comes to show you that people care more about their Friday Night Fish or Hamburger and Fries then their Antique Valuables. No argument there, I get very cranky if I miss a meal. I consider eating a top priority.

I also spent some of vacation visiting my aunt and uncle in CT. It was fun we bonded while watching Jeff Dunham DVDs (can't go wrong there) and then we went and saw their boat. I didn't think this was the smartest idea, because when I was 13 and was visiting them, they took me on their boat. In any event, I get motion sickness very easy as well as seasick, and my uncle thought I was being rude when I asked to go lay down on the coach below (I don't know the technical boat terms, but I'm sure you can figure it out). Seriously, I was a green as Oscar the Grouch around the gills, and I''m being rude 'cus I want to lay down for a second, seriously wouldn't it be ruder if I puked in your lap??? Oi! Anyway, even though it's a decade or more since that incident, I still haven't changed with how seasick I get. It's not like I choose to be seasick, really,  I would give it up in a heartbeat, but my family all knows this and they still decide let's go sea the boat. Grant it, it's a nice boat and all but I didn't really take much note of that, from the minute I stepped foot on the boat, I was trying to keep my cinnamon raison bagel and applesauce down from breakfast. We were only on the boat for about an hour and half, but man did it seem like 8 hours. I could not wait to get on land again. A few minutes after my feet touched land, I was fine and actually realized I was hungry. So, note to my family, no more boat trips, I just can't stomach it. I also vowed to myself after that day, I'm not marrying a guy who wants a boat, unless he wants to sail by himself, because there is no way my Buffalo booty is getting on it. It's better for everyone that way.

It was a good vacation, but I'm glad to be home and on land. I've also checked all my favorite websites that I've neglected for the past week and I'm happy to report that I now know that Jason Pominville is a Kayne West, Jay-Z and 50 Cent fan and that Andrew Peters was celebrity bar tending at the Pearl Street Grill. I do have to give Peters props because he is doing it for a very worthy cause, the National Center of Missing and Exploited Children (NCMEC). He's giving all his tips to it. So, I have to give him an "A" for effort, he does seem to have a big place in his heart for charitable organizations, but I've also seen him at one of these charity events, I was a waitress at one of them. I think the best advice I could give him after that would be the old college motto "Know Your Limit and Stay In It" and a personal one of mine "Just Because the Alcohol is Free Doesn't Mean You Have to Drink as Much as Possible". But the whole time he was inebriated, he did try to keep raising more money for the charity the event was for, so he gets a kudo for that. I hope they raised a lot of money for the NCMEC and everyone had a great time in the process, Peters included.

So, I just got another text message from Harley as I'm typing this and it's the end of 1st period of the Bills game and they are losing 5-3! Poop! Not what I wanted to hear, well it's only the end of the first and they're only 2 points down, one field goal and we can win this. C'Mon Buffalo, I know it's only the off-season, but this is the year the Bills are gonna win the Super Bowl and the Sabres are gonna win the Stanley Cup, I just have a really good gut feeling.

Falling Asleep in the Dentist Chair, *Kiss Kiss! Hug Hug!*, and Debating with Dr.Oz

I leave for vacation tomorrow at 9:30am and as usual, I'm right on top of things, which if you actually know me, this is a lie because I haven't even begun packing yet. And I don't plan on starting til probably about midnight. I'm not driving and it's a nine hour car drive to where I'm going so, they way I see it, I might as well stay up all night and then crash for the entire car ride, only to wake up and use the little girls room and eat some fattening fast food that will go straight to my hips. This was the plan until I got a phone call from my dentist's office right before I left for work saying that I have a check-up at 8:45am, poo! I forgot about! I'm not gonna lie, I really feel like I just went to the dentist a month ago, but apparently it was more like eight months ago. Where in the world did that time go? In any event, I can fit my appointment in, but I'm going to have to drive myself, which means I probably should get some sleep tonight, so I don't fall asleep behind the wheel or in the dentist chair. Not that I haven't fallen asleep in the dentist chair before, it's no biggie, me and my dentist are on a first name basis. He can see me passed out in the dentist chair. It can't be any worst than a bunch of strangers in my liberal studies classes who witnessed me sleeping and almost falling out of the desk almost every other day, the only difference is they weren't sticking their fingers in my mouth and nor did they have the permission to do so. The way I see it is, I can still stay up all night to pack, go to my dentist appointment fall asleep in the chair if I need to (again my dentist knows me, and actually he knows me better than I know him, because he was a member at the county club I used to waitress for and during one Friday Night Fish Fry, I was fortunate enough to serve his family. Except, I didn't realize he was my dentist until I gave him his check and said "Hey, your my dentist"... he gave me a look like DUH? and said "I know.".... oops, my bad.... I responded with "I have an appointment next week, see ya then!"... so clearly after that, he shouldn't be shocked with what I do, even passing out in his ol' dentist chair.) In any event, I'm going to be staying up til 9:30am tomorrow morning and then passing out like a drunken hooker on cheap drugs.

I was delighted today, when Harley e-mailed me and told me that she really enjoys reading my blog and was glad she suggested that I do it. Well, Harley, here's a shout out for you and thank you for taking the time to read this, even though you should because you're one of my bff's and I personally know you and you have nothing better to do. But I am glad that someone reads this, but I have a feeling she is the only one who reads this, so thank you Harley for that. *Kiss Kiss* *Hug Hug*

So, yesterday afternoon, after my three hour nap (I got up early to assist my high school cheerleading coach with her squad this year, to critique them and teach them a new cheer, so after getting up at 8am and being up for 5 hours, it was time for a three hour nap, I need extra sleep n my old  age.), I curled up on the couch and watched Oprah (yes, Oprah, judge me all you want, but sometimes she has some really good shows, and besides who else would give their entire audience a school and a humpback whale? No one, but Oprah my friends!). Dr.Oz was and the audience was taking a health quiz, I'm proud to say that I got 90% of the questions right. I can't lie, it was sheer luck, I was just guessing, even though I got the right answer for some of them, the reason I chose that answer was wrong... for example....

Question 8: Impotence could be a sign of what health problem?
A) Liver problems
B) Heart disease
C) Iron deficiency
D) Underactive thymus

I said the answer was B, because he was probably broken hearted or not truly in love with the girl. So, since his heart wasn't into the girl or he was broken hearted about something, he couldn't get a hard-on, but the real reason is this....

Erections happen when arteries in the penis dilate and blood flows in. This dilation is caused by the release of a gas called nitric oxide. "If you don't have enough of that gas [to have an erection], it's not present in other places either—including your heart. It's one of the first signs that the heart is having hardened arteries."

In fact, Dr. Oz says that drugs that treat erectile dysfunction stimulate chemicals that ultimately release nitric oxide. "That stated," Dr. Oz says, "the best solution is to keep your nitric oxide levels healthy. And the way for us to do that is to keep our arteries healthy."

Science, Sch-mience, I like my reason better. I think there is some logic in my response, but I guess my reasoning truly isn't heart disease. I bet you Dr.Oz couldn't get it up one time, because of a broken heart or he truly wasn't into the girl. Love is a disease Dr.Oz! A disease of the heart! So, I think you need to re-think your scientific answer and look at all the gentlemen's love problems first. I think Oprah needs to have Dr.Oz and myself on one time for debate, we can hash this out on national television. Harpo would be thanking me for the boost in ratings...

Letting Fate do its Job, Revisting a College Lesson, and Lindy Ruff and His Special Homemade Recipe of Whoop Ass

"Did you know that you have a personal romance cycle that kicks off on you birthday?"

That's the line that grabbed my attention right before I read this article. Really? Does your body have a cycle that it prefers to date by? I mean, my body won't me to be a big couch potato the first three months after my birthday, but three to six months after my birthday, my body will be demanding that I do that? Seriously? I think this is more of a theory, than actually scientific proof. Now, I'm all for theories, I have quite a few of my own, but this seems a little far fetched doesn't it? If this is the case shouldn't people only date people who are close to having the same birthday as them, so they are on the same cycle? I mean if I'm in my second cycle and want to be a big old couch potato on Friday night and the guy I'm dating is in his first cycle and wants to go out all the time? Isn't that going to create friction in the relationship? But if I date a guy who's in the same cycle as me (ie cycle two) then we will both want to be couch potatoes together and when were are both in cycle one together, we will want to go out and knock the world on its ass together. Personally, I think this theory is bogus, but hey, it's a free country people can believe any theories they want. This just proves that are culture is in fear of dying alone, so they will believe any crack-pot theory, that says in the past they were doing things wrong and if they believe this theory and follow it religiously, everything will change and you will find "the one". People let fate do it's job, it's getting ticked that others are trying to usurp it.

On a personal note, I really need to get to bed much earlier. This 3:30am crap, is not cutting it. Grant it, I was working on contracts and paperwork last night, so it wasn't like I was just being irresponsible, I had a lot of work due today, but seriously, I need to get to bed earlier, even if I have to get up early and do the work. Except, if my college career has taught me anything, is that this theory only works in my mind. I tried saving my work for morning and going to bed early, but I discovered all I do is fight with the alarm clock when I should actually be doing work. Nothing actually gets accomplished when I leave it til morning, so I always go back to square one, which is finishing all my work before I go to bed. *sigh* The is a vicious cycle which hasn't changed since college. When will I ever learn?

The Sabres announced their television schedule for this season and I'm glad to see only eight games are on Versus. Grant it that is eight games too many, but at least it's not a lot. I hate when Sabres games are broadcasted on Versus, it always seems that the announcer is favoring the other team. Can't he be impartial? It was really bad last year when the Sabres played the Caps and you couldn't even understand the announcer because his lips were attached to Ovechkin's booty. Apparently he can do no wrong *rolls eyes and gags*.

I love when the games are on MSG! I get excited when I hear "Rock You Like a Hurricane 2000 (with the Berlin Phil. Harmonic)" by the Scorpions. You see the Sabres skating around and Ryan Miller doing the death stare. You see Lindy watching his players and seeing whose ass he may have to stick his foot up because they are slacking. Then you see James Patrick next to Lindy with a microphone in his ear, and you feel as if Jeep belongs to the CIA, the way he whispers things into Lindy's ear. Ahhh..... yes.... I can not wait for hockey season. I also love when Rick Jeanerette is calling the game. He is impartial and he has the BEST sayings ever! "These guys are good, scary good", "May Day! May Day!", "Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-FONTAINE!".... I have been quoting Rick since I was six years old. Someone would mention the Sabres and I would burst out with "La-la-la-la-la-FONTAINE!". I think I truly believed LaFontaine was the only player on the team. I was only six, I've grown into a much bigger fan of hockey. But, I miss all of that when the games are on Versus. They're just not as fun to watch. Oh, well, it's only eight games this year. What is this with eight games though. The Bills are only going to play eight games in Toronto in the next five years, the Sabres will only play eight games on Versus this season, what's next? The Bisons will only win eight games this season? Okk, that was mean... but I think there is something to this eight game theory.

Lindy Ruff checking out whose slacking and needs to receive a special can of his whoop ass.

1:21am, People Who Shouldn't Be Allowed to Talk on National Television, and Eye Candy

The time is now 1:21am and I can't seem to sleep just yet. I should admit that I haven't even tried, if I did, knowing my track record I would probably be asleep within 5 minutes of head hitting the pillow, but since I don't feel tired yet, I feel I must stay up and pa rouse the late night television. Since, I'm just trying to kill time before I feel my body is ready to rest for the night, why not post a blog? As I sit here typing and eating a slice of Kraft American cheese at what now is 1:24am., I look up at the television and I really wish I had cable. I mean I get 27 channels with a set of rabbit ears because I live on a high hill and the television signals bounce off Lake Erie, so not only get American stations, as I stated in my last post I get Canadian stations as well. So, I'm currently watching the movie "Stripes" on Global. I was flipping through the channels and saw that John Candy, Bill Murray, Harold Ramis, and John Larroquette were all in one movie and figured they're all funny actors that I like, why not give this a shot? I had to go to one of faithful websites of movie info (www.imdb.com) and figure out what in the world I watching. I discovered the movie was "Stripes" made in 1981. A 27 year old war comedy at 1:00am.... why the heck not? There is seriously nothing better on television. Since I only caught the last half hour, I had no idea what was going on. At one point I thought this movie was Dumbo Drop, but then I realized Danny Glover wasn't in this movie and none of the actors I previously named are in that movie, ix nay that theory!

But as I continue typing away, it's now 1:30am and ET has just come on. YES! Celebrity Gossip! Seriously the only joy I get out of watching this stuff is that most of them are so crazy and lack morals and self respect that it makes me feel better about myself as a human being. For example, the first interview is with the sister of the girl who had an affair with John Edwards. Really? Did we as American citizens need to know the opinion of the lady who is the sister of the girl who was sleeping with John Edwards as he cheats on his wife who has cancer? The situation is sad enough, especially for Elizabeth Edwards, the poor woman has cancer, you think that her husband would have the decency to keep it in his pants and not cheat on her, but now we as Americans can not sleep at night without knowing what the John Edwards' other woman's sister thinks. She says that her sister's baby has John Edwards' eyes, jaw line, and lips, clearly the baby must be his.... how about they try something a little more scientific like, I don't know, a paternity test? Was the sister so desperate for attention that she had to go on national television to talk about her sister's affair with a politician? And who at ET seriously thought that her opinion actually mattered? Or she was of any importance? The only thing more pathetic at the moment is that I actually listened to a minute of it, I sorta hate myself at the moment for actually listening to it.

All right, time to turn this off. Joan Collins is talking about sex after 70. I actually rather listen to the sister of John Edwards' other woman. *shivers* all right, now the thought of Joan Collins and sex after 70 is in my head. Great. Not only do I need to burn that out, I'm definitely not sleeping tonight. Maybe I'll pop in a movie, something with some eye candy that I can have sweet dreams about if I actually fall asleep tonight. OOOOO.... maybe the "Devil Wears Prada"... even though I watched it last night, I can never get enough of Simon Baker and Adrian Grenier in one movie... especially Simon Baker....