Sprizee :: A simple girl replete with complications

Good times, good times.

Scottish Lakes was fabulous. It reminded me that life is best when you're admiring the simple things. The sun, the trees, the birds... the company of your friends. I'd write more but I'b sick. I'b been sick all weekend. But still, I had a fabulous time. More later.

[Picks up Nyquil bottle and passes out]

P.S. Illuminate the ramp!

When you said "roughing it"...

...I thought you meant w/out room service.

Things I have to look forward to this weekend:
1) A trip up to The Scottish Lakes with 30+ of my closest friends. And by 30+ I mean 8 people I actually know, tops and then about 20+ other people I've never met, all friends of friends.
2) Seeing Ms. Sally's bright, sunshiny face in the car on the way up to The Scottish Lakes. She. Is. Such. A. Morning. Person. (Not.)
3) Snowshoes! Sledding! A wood fired hot tub!

Thing I choose not to look forward to this weekend:
1) Packing.
2) Shopping for groceries.
3) Laundry.
4) Packing.
5) Letting the cold that has been having it's way with The Dude for the last two months get a hold of me. I'm going thru the non-stop sneezing right now and my throat is starting to get sore. Back, cold from hell, back, back!
6) Packing.
7) Not being able to order out for food. Whaaa? They don't deliver.
8) Did I mention packing?

The hotness continues.

Hot Hot Heat tickets for Vancouver go on sale at 10am. Sure I could have bought them two days ago with the InternetS pre-sale code they sent me, but I procrastinated and then when I went to get them this morning I realized the pre-sale was over. Now I'm going to have to elbow, shove and push my fellow HHH fans for my fair share of tickets. If you're thinking about going to the show, better hop on it. I predict this show is going to sell out fast.

P.S. Yippee! It's Friday.

S-O-S

Okay, here's the thing. The Hot Hot Heat show? The one in Seattle? The one I had tickets for? That show last Monday? I ended up with an extra ticket because The Dude was too sick to go. So what did I do? Did I call my friends and invite them out with me?

No way. Too much work. Instead my lazy ass sent an email to a select group of friends 2 hours before the show started and then I went to take a nap. I was out cold by 8 something and missed the whole show. File that one under reasons I need more sleep. Or reasons why I'm lame.

Wait, it gets better. They're playing up in Vancouver, BC on April 9th and I'm totally going to get tickets.

Except this time I plan on actually going.

Through the storm, we reach the shore.

He started it, but I should have ended it. But once it started, I couldn't stop it. And once he realized what he had started, he couldn't finish it. I couldn't give in when he wouldn't let go. He wouldn't give in when I couldn't let go. It was a no win situation really.

So now we don't talk, don't write, don't communicate. And they say that the amount of time it takes you to get over a relationship is equal to half the amount of time you were together. But we were only in that situation for a few brief months.

Yet it took me over more than half a year to get over the sting of no closure. I take that back. I knew him for over 5 years, so maybe that equation is close enough to the truth. You know...

Sometimes you stare at something for so long you lose all perspective. But eventually you stop staring and you just get over it already.

I'm not going to lie and say I don't stop and wonder about him every now and then. But at a certain point you realize that you can't have it both ways. That some things in life are mutually exclusive.

Like being a nice guy or being a jerk. The jerk has been written off and the nice guy that never was has long since vanished from my memory.

Almost.

Welcome to my own personal hell.

The SR 520 Bridge

At the heart of Seattle’s traffic congestion is SR 520 – one of Puget Sound’s major arteries for transporting people and goods. One of the oldest floating bridges in the world, the SR 520 Evergreen Point Bridge is at the end of its useful life and needs to be replaced for the safety of the traveling public. If this bridge were to suffer a seismic failure, travel time between downtown and Seattle and Redmond would nearly double from an average of 33 minutes to 55 minutes.

Um, we must have had a seismic failure like 2 plus years ago because my commute takes a hell of a lot longer than 33 minutes. Hell, it takes more than 55 minutes. 55 minutes? Where the hell do I sign up for that? I'll take a 55 minute commute any day of the week because it still beats my hour plus commute, each way on a daily basis.

And don't get confused. When they said "at the end of its useful life" they were referring to the life in which the bridge served as a means to get from point A to point B. Because let’s not mince words. It’s still got a full time life devoted solely to the purpose of sucking the soul of each and every person that has to sit on it, in traffic, the non-moving variety. Oh joy! I can't wait until they built that Monorail, you know, so I can continue to sit and traffic.

Just in case you're not from Seattle and don't know what I'm talking about, let me break it down like this...

In a world.

Tagline: Hell wants him. Heaven won't take him. Earth needs him. Um, no.

Let me clarify that for you. Picture this guy who can fly around, is all about fighting bad demony thingys, and says whoa way more than anyone should ever say whoa in all the movies ever made, combined.

Sound familiar? It should. My vote would have been for Matrix: The Heaven n' Hell Chronicles. But what do I know?

I mean, besides the fact that I plan on never seeing this movie.

How you like dem apples?

I have a tendency to eat whatever's lying around in my apartment, or on my desk at work, or what's been left in my car for that matter. I also, however, have a tendency to buy fresh fruit and vegetables at the grocery store only to bring them home and let them rot in my fridge or in a fruit bowl on the counter, without ever eating any of them. Not to mention I eat at restaurants. A LOT.

What's my point? Earlier this week The Dude must have gone to the store and picked up some groceries because yesterday there was an apple sitting on the counter that wasn't rotten and didn't need to be thrown away and I hadn't been to the grocery store in over 3 weeks so clearly I didn't buy it. Unless, perhaps, a gremlin put it there? Well, at any rate, there is was sitting there all fresh and unrotten. So I took it with me to work and I ate it with my lunch.

I'm pretty sure it was the best damn apple I've ever had. Now it's not like I keep a running list of my top 10 favorite apple varieties or anything. But still, I wanted to know what kind it was, you know, for future reference. Like when I get all high maintenance at a restaurant and ask for this special variety in my apple tart.

And as luck would have it the apple was marked with a sticker. And folks, you can't make shit like this up. The name of the variety was pink lady. I repeat, Pink! Lady. Yep, that sounds about right.

P.S. I'm currently wearing a Pink! sweater.

P.P.S. And a shirt with Pink! flowers.

P.P.P.S. And Pink! earings.

This has been your monthly Pink! update. Signing out.

[signs out]

Gizmo & Co.

This weekend, courtesy of Netflix, I re-lived my childhood and watched Gremlins. Except, this time, unlike the first time I watched it, I didn't have to leave the lights on all night after viewing it. And this time, what I once found frighteningly scary, I found pretty damn funny.

First of all, the gremlins are running around in these cute little outfits. Which makes you wonder, where the hell did they get these outfits? Second of all, the stuff they are using is all scaled down to their size. I'd like to know where I can get me a gun the approximate dimensions of a bite size snickers? And third of all, WHERE THE HELL DID THEY GET THESE OUTFITS?

Let alone have time to get their ears pierced?

Also, I defy anyone to hear this song once and not have it stuck in their head for the next 20 years.

Happy Valentine's Day, my soft furry creatures with bat like ears. You can whine all you want, but I'm not feeding you after midnight.

Is that so wrong?

I have this love hate relationship with Tom Jones. I hate that Tom Jones thinks he's God's gift to women. On the other hand, I love that Tom Jones thinks he's God's gift to women. And I'm seriously considering the possibility of seeing him live in concert. Probably, I think... maybe.