pseudo celebrity

this year the academy meeting was in new orleans and being the good girlfriend i am, i tagged along. (aaron really had to twist my arm *wink *wink) basically, it's residents attending classes all day and partying all night. literally, there was a party or two every night we were down there. everything paid for by drug companies, including alcohol, entertainment, food, beads... i mean everything!

the first night we were there, we went to a party that was in a club/bar on bourbon st. i can't recall the name, but i know it had a balcony where we spent most of the evening. it's amazing how it's mardi gras any time you're down there. well, i went back in to get a bite to eat and i look over and i see this guy talking to a small group of people. somehow his face is ringing a bell, and it finally dawns on me that it's the guy from the reality show, big brother. season 2 to be exact. (it's the only season i ever watched, i swear!) i run up to aaron, and of course he sorta knows what i'm talking about, but not really. and i send him over to get a closer look. he walks over, looks at him and comes back and tells me its not him. there's no way this guy isn't who i think he is. and mark's wife, laurie, is totally in agreement with me. apparently she's the only one in our whole group that watched the show. so i send aaron back over to ask the guy his name. (like the way i send aaron to do all the dirty work, he's gotta buzz so he doesn't mind) aaron head's back over and starts talking to the guy. guess what? it's him, will kirby, the winner from big brother 2. apparently he's a d.o. in southern california.

while aaron is talking to will, kristi, aaron's coworker, comes up and i tell her who aaron's talking to. she heads over, and this is literally their conversation, kristi: "you have nice hair." will: "i'm doing a poll on the hottest residents here, and you're definetly in the running." apparently that gets the ball rolling. we soon leave the bar, jill, jamie and i head for the male strip club across the street. while the rest of the gang heads to the dance club next door. will and kristi apparently make out for a while on the dance floor. he soon tells her that he has a girlfried. kristi ends the make out session. and that's the end of that. he called her 20 times over the next few days. but she had moved on from the pseudo celebrity. i did have brian, another one of aaron's coworkers, take our picture with him. but brian thought he was a tool and promptly erased the photo when we got home. the end.

knock-down, drag-out

eat lunch or post....hmmm.

6 hours later...

so far so good. two days, no tv. i've actually practiced the guitar both nights. (*gives pat on back*) i'm basically starting over from scratch. learning notes, reading music. chords are hard, especially anything more then three strings. i think i need 4 eyeballs. one to watch the music, one to watch what strings i strum, one to make sure i'm on the right frets/string and one to make sure my burrito doesn't burn. ha! technically i can use an ear for that. i ordered a dvd to help me along. i need to know if i'm playing it right, i could be playing it all wrong but think i sound marvelous.

gotta get some bootcamp in.

hear me roar

the person who invented the yank method of starting up a lawn mower should be shot. don't they realize half the population have short arms. (i'm sure there's some statistic somewhere that says that) it must have been a funny site, lil me yanking over and over and over again to no avail. i finally got it started on the hundreth pull. i got my workout for the week, maybe even the year! ha!

no guitar this weekend, rachel's wedding invite took more time than i expected. last time i print, cut and sew 125 cards. it's worth it in the end. it looks fab-u-lous! and the money i make won't hurt either.

12 guage

aaron took his inservice on thursday and he and his coworkers went to cecils afterwards for a few drinks. i met up with them after work and got to see jamie and laurie. jamie told me she was taking guitar lessons at the house of music but it turned out to be a waste of time and money. what happened to her is what happened to me two years ago. you'd go there ready to learn something new and you'd be learning what you learned the week before. nothing ever progressed. i quit going. she did the same. i told myself that i'd start learning on my own. but with me, it takes a little more umph. i'm gonna dust my guitar off and start over this weekend. i'm inspired again!

if you leave your earrings out for a month i don't recommend trying to put 12 guages back in. it hurts.

talk 30 to me

so i have this lock box full of letters from a very long time ago. i haven't even opened it in almost 7 years. i'm not sure what to do with them. i'm tempted to have a small bonfire as a means to signify an official end. at the same time, i want to keep them as a record of that part of my life. i never kept a journal, so this would be the equivalent. i'm sure i'll like the person in there, unfortunately that person is long gone. funny how life happens.

tree city, usa

new addiction: playing poker online. ugh. i don't have the time, yet i can't stop playing. what's wrong with me?

i got the final proof for rachel's wedding invite done tonight. hopefully, there won't be any more changes. i gotta get them done this weekend when aaron's in st. louis and i'll have the whole house to myself. i've gotta get started on the bachlorette invites as well. at least i'll get some cash when it's all done and over with. that's something to look forward to. kate's family is slowly becoming my little cash cow.

gotta start thinking of some ideas for 2 logos i've been asked to help create. having a full time job and doing freelance is getting hard. especially when it's so beautiful outside. i love seeing something i planted last year sprout back to life. it's awesome. okay, i'm a nerd, but that's okay!

i just heard that the parents of the infamous menedez brothers went to siu. crazy.

brother for sale

unfortunately, this song has been embedded in my head all morning. if you saw the true hollywood story on mary kate and ashley olsen this weekend, you'll know what song i'm talking about.

bathroom brawl

those who know me, know that i don't deal with confrontation all too well. why create something out of nothing, which is the case about 99% of the time. but last night, i was ready to throw down in the women's bathroom. here's the story: it's about 1:30a, i've had a few. literally 2 all evening. i go to the bathroom, push the door and accidently hit a girl on the other side. she proceeds to use her foot as a doorstop when i try to get in. for some reason this pisses me off so i push as hard as i can, (all the working out has paid off) and bust in. then this girl starts cussing at me calling me a bitch. a nonstop barrage of profanities ensue. the whole time i'm thinking, "is this really happening?" some girls jump in the middle to try and calm the situation down. i could care less. this girl is obviously drunk and under the impression that the public bathroom is her own personal one. she could have stepped a foot over and prevented the whole situation. but no, she didn't. a stall opens up, she's says "if you need to go to the bathroom so bad, then go." so i go, i mean this is going nowhere. out of sight, out of mind. apparently. she'd forgotten the whole incident by the time we left the bathroom. i hate drunk biatches!