Abduction is Blind

For the 3rd time since being married for a year, I'm living by myself again. This time only for 4 weeks.

On the nights I don't ease my worries with lots of wine, I get kind of scared at night. I'm not going to lie!

Last night, after trying to sleep for about 3 hours, I just got up and went to the bathroom for something new to do. I didn't bother putting on my glasses.

I started thinking that if there was someone downstairs to get me, the only thing that would suck worse than being abducted is being abducted without your glasses on! Hostages have it bad enough already. To be a legally blind hostage would just be too much to handle.

2 more weeks and I'm out of my dumpy house and my nighttime solitude...and moving in with my parents! I assure you I won't get lonely there!

Heeeeey Dude!

The other day I saw a dead ringer for Kelly Brown, aka Brad from Nickelodeon's first original live action television series "Hey Dude".

I immediately started wondering what ol' Brad had been up to since her days as the foxy horse trainer from 1989-1991.

Because, as you know, most people who have hit shows in their teens or twenties like that go on to have a hilarious string of failed movies and cancelled sitcom Pilots. And usually some sort of drug problem. Thank goodness Zack Morris is the exception.

Not Kelly Brown! Homegirl starred in 61 episodes of "Hey Dude" and never acted again.

She must have really not liked that Mr. Ernst! Either that or she got irreversible chaffing from her chaps and was shunned from Hollywood.

Also MIA since "Hey Dude": Buddy Ernst, aka Josh Tygiel.

Love is not in the air

Without talking too much about my pseudo-rage and dissapointment of yesterday, I have a PSA for my few guy readers out there:

THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN FORGETTING AN ANNIVERSARY IS REMEMBERING IT AND DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING FOR IT.

This is made worse if it is a "milestone" anniversary like your first wedding anniversary.

On a budget? No excuses! Homemade cards are even acceptable and show that you care.

Homemade nothing, however, is not ok.

A Longy but a Goody

Last night/this morning my sister had a horrendous travel experience while trying to fly to London, where she just moved...like an hour ago.

She was supposed to fly direct from Raleigh to London at 6:05pm. Instead she boarded at 5:30pm, got stuck on the tarmac for about 6 hours, and landed at JFK at 1:03am. That's right, I said JFK. They had to switch planes and she didn't make it to London until at least 12 hours after that. Getting stuck on a tarmac for more than an hour is my worst nightmare. When I see those news stories about people being stuck for 6 hours, I think I'd rather swim with sharks than feel that pain.

The only truly plan-changing (and ultimately hilarious) travel disaster I had was right before the millennium. With my hair jewels in tow (they were cool in 2000 right?...Oh, no?) my fam, my friend, my sister's friend, and I were heading down to Key Largo...And then our flight got cancelled. Long story short, we rented not one, but 2 cars to just go ahead and drive there. We had just received awesome Walkie-Talkies for Christmas that boasted a range of 5 mile capabilities, so it was a great opportunity to test them out. It was kind of like something you'd see the Griswolds do.

Oooooh wait, did I forget to mention that my dad saw a girl crying in the airport because she was going to miss her NYE plans with her friends in FL, and that he told her to ride with us?? Perfect stranger. Oooh and did I mention that her name was Shenendoah O'Brien.

Halfway through the trip, one of our whips got a flat tire. So naturally we traded the 2 cars in for an Astro van. Because that's the ideal way to travel to Florida with 6 people and a stowaway named Shenendoah.

As night started to fall, we of course rented hotel rooms and slept with the person we had known for 8 hours, because that's really safe. Thanks M & D!

Highlight of the trip: After whispering behind her back for 2 days about her weird name, Shenendoah finally calls her friends in Fort Lauderdale (that's right, she wasn't even going to the same place as us), and exclaims, "Hey guys, It's Shenny!"

It's one of the most hilarious moments of my life. And the moral of the story is that if you ever pick up a stranger named Shenendoah and drive her to Florida, wondering all the while what to call her, it's Shenny.

I Be Wed for one year

I can't believe it, but I've been married for almost a year! Sunday is the real anniversary.

It's really flown by.

This week is the first week we will have dual incomes since G-money is now gainfully employed. This week is also the last week we will have dual incomes, since I am leaving my job in a week and a half. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted!

Now I need to get myself a new job so we can wipe our butts with $20s have enough for basic necessities.

P.S. I bought my husband a gift and reminded him of the anniversary about 5 times. What do you want to bet that he gets me a 3-pack of nothing?! He may be an up-and-comer in the healthcare industry, but he's a dumbo when it comes to romance.

Sour Grapes

Times sure are tough. I saw this beaut at the mall yesterday. It appears to be a piece of a poster.

I think I'd rather just have hot seats.

Also, the inspection sticker on the windshield expired in 2004.