Cruel Jokes, Sleep Deprived, and No Lipstick

When my alarm went off this morning I thought it was a cruel and sick joke. The night passed by much too fast. Plus, I woke up to an itchy throat, watery eyes, head ache and my nose feels like the size of Montana. Not happy.
It is probably because I am sleep deprived and not taking enough care of myself. Meh. That isn't fun though. I am making myself got to bed at a decent hour tonight.

Painting continued yesterday and we are hoping to be finished today. Fingers Crossed!
Last night as I was cleaning brushes and pouring paint back into buckets, I got white paint on my black pants from yesterday. Total heartache. I knew it was time to leave at that point.

On a happy note, I will most likely be traveling to Italy and Greece in the spring. It is one of the perks of the job.

Thursday, August 6----------------------------------------------->

I know I have a fever and no lipstick. I am falling apart.

Black Pants, Manfriend, Paint, and Vitamins.

You know what I love? Short work weeks. They are simple a gift from the Man up stairs. Thanks, Home Slice.


Wednesday, August 5

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Today is a black pants kind of day. Basically, these were the first things I saw when I was already 15 minutes late. I threw on the white under shirt and a hot pink v-neck tee and the first thing that went through my mind was, "I look like a waitress." Over the head that went and I grabbed this little gem, threw on the wedges and watch, and I was out the door. This will hopefully change when I move.

Actually, let's be honest. It won't.

Last night I began painting my apartment. I am not a painter. I might have had more paint on my clothes and in my hair than on the walls. If it weren't for my mother (I am beginning the paperwork for sainthood) and a young fella by the name of Larry (Larry is a freshman at the college I work at as well as from my hometown) I would have given up. Thanks:)

Also, I should give a nod to my manfriend, Chance. Yes, she has a boyfriend. Yes, she loves him dearly. And yes, he helped her pick out paint colors without rolling his eyes or getting snippy. He is a good manfriend. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One last thing, don't leave your

gummie vitamins in the car on a hot day.

They will become goo and slime:(

 

Labor Day Weekend and My Gay Ex-Boyfriend

Well dahlings, a new week is upon us and I am still physical and mentally recovering from my loooooong weekend.

I had every good intention of posting my blog on Thursday, but in true cluster fuck fashion, that didn’t happen. Meetings, students, registrations, obligations, e-mails, and phone calls consumed my short day in the office. So today, much like the rest of the world on the Tuesday after Labor Day, I am playing catch up at work and on my blog. Here is just a snippet of the weekend.

Thursday, August 30

 

 

 

Ryan

I had to sport my NSU green as I was going to be traveling to Tahlequah for the first home football game. My former boss and I met up to enjoy tailgating and catching up on our lives. She is possibly one of the greatest women I have ever met and she was willing to claim me as her daughter to sneak me into the alumni room. (I was then told to get out my check book and join the alumni association by the Alumni Director but that was all in good fun.It was worth it for the air conditioning.) During half-time, I met up with my dear friend and ex-boyfriend, Ryan. Now, some might think our relationship is odd to be so close for having been in a "serious" relationship for close to two years; however, there were certain things I could not offer him... like a penis. Love him dearly and I think of him as one of my true and dear friends.



 Friday, August 31

No pictures were taken because of extreme cases of confusing the Apple Genius and travel (safty first). I can tell you my outfit consisted of an over-sized T-shirt, norts and flops with a narly messy dirty bun. It is probably a good thing pictures were not taken. I got my haircut and then met up with manfriend and enjoyed dinner with some fabulous people.

 

Saturday, September 1

MUTHA EFFIN' GAMEDAY!!!

 

Tyler, Carly, Chance(manfriend), Justin
This really happened.

 

 Holy Mother of Stillwater. Catching up with old friends, drinking, eating, sweating, and cheering on the Oklahoma State Cowboys.
In the land "where the wind comes sweeping down the plains," there was little to no wind during the day. That means it was hot.
 

 This was my koozie for the day----------->
Notice the boby pins on the bottom. I am always prepared.






Below is our view of the game.

Sunday, August 2

Waking up from a hard day of tailgating is rough. Lunch with friends and then a trip to Oklahoma City to do a little shopping and seeing my brother and his family was my Sunday afternoon. The manfriend is always up for an adventure.

Monday, August 3

Total cluster. Between my car and buying paint, I was an emotional mess. Plus, leaving the manfriend is always torture. Made it home just to crawl into bed. Slept like a baby and I mean, waking up every two hours. Horrible.

Tuesday, August 4-------------------------------------------------->
Busy. Wearing Lilly.
Happy Note! My Lilly Pulitzer shipment should be waiting for me at home and volleyball is about to start back up. That means a lot of trash talk and sand in unwanted places.



Moving update. Paint colors were picked out by the manfriend and myself. Painting should start tomorrow and moving on Friday evening or Saturday morning. The sooner, the better.

Andre 3000 and nuetral colors

I was just compared to Andre' 3000.

Compliment accepted.

Wednesday, August 30--------------->

Today I have a meeting about a possible school related trip to Europe in the Spring. Hello Passport Stamps!
I must say and I am loving my job more and more every day. This morning I had to come up with a staff volleyball team name (Spiked Punch was the end result of that brainstorming session) and I am registering for comferences and forums I will be attending in the fall. My day is just peachy as of 10:23am.
Progress was made on my apartment and the fellas working on it will begin taping it off to paint next week. The process of picking out paint colors is making me have a headache but it isn't anything I can't handle. I was told to paint with "nuetral" colors, but as you can see from my outfit today, I can no grasp the idea of a nuetral.

8pm bedtime and Old Man Salinger

Well, dahlings. It is Tuesday.....That is about as far as I have gotten today.

Lows of my life since our last little chat: kindly feeling sickly last night lead me to be in bed by 8pm, room is a disaster, Lilly has not been shipped.

Highs of my life since our last little chat: Kate Spade bag was delivered, went to bed at 8pm, found someone to clean and paint my apartment before I move in and continued to read Holy Mutha of Literary Porn.

All in all, it evened out to be a pretty good day.

Tuesday, August 28-------------------------------------->

Dress has birds on it and the necklace I bought in Italy. NBD

Allentown just came on Old Man Salinger (iPod).
Today, is looking up.

Headaches and the smell of shame

I think I might have ESP. Wanna know why? Of course you do. I think I have ESP because last Friday I predicted a shit show and it happened.

This, my dear readers, was my weekend.

Friday afternoon I felt kind of sickly. This was not going to happen. Twelve thousand milligrams of Vitamin C later, I was good to go.

Friday evening consisted of dinner with some sisters, a little shopping for the outfit I would wear to Bachelorette Party on Saturday night (I failed miserably at packing the night before. Norts, flops, a pair of tights and whatever else was in my car made it in my luggage) and a gift for the bachelorette, then a simple evening of movies, gossip, and mentally and physically preparing for the night ahead.

I was hell bent on sleeping in Saturday morning but at 8:15am my eyes opened and I’m out of bed. Luckily, my friend and sister, Dannie, was already awake and we decided to grab breakfast at a downtown diner and do a little shopping.

I love breakfast and I especially love breakfast when I don’t have to make it or are in a rush. The coffee was hot and the omelet was just what I needed to prepare for my night of tomfoolery.  Dannie and I both looked like we had partied hard the night before but had actually been in bed long before last call. Norts, flops, sweatshirts and a Polo hat was the attire of the day until I was made to get into the shower.

After breakfast and some window shopping, Dannie starts to get ready for her early departure for Fayetteville. I, on the other hand, jump in my car and realize “Hell. I need gas.” I head to Love’s and maneuver my way through the puzzle of cars to wedge my car by and open pump. When I rule the world there will be a universal color of black and navy and all gas tanks on vehicles will be on the same side. Problems solved. World peace.

Then I make my way to Meig’s, a local jewelry store that began my obsession with ToyWatch. I need to get a link fixed in one of my watches and send off another. I never have a bad experience at Meig’s. Shiny things make me happy.



Bree

I head back to nap until it is time to get ready. I usually stay with my friend and sister, Bree, when I am in Tahlequah. Her couch is always on loan to one of us. I get back and Bree is headed to lunch. I curl up on the round chair and start reading “50 Shades of Grey.” Holy Mutha of Literary Porn. I distract myself from the book when Bree comes back and we start watching Star Trek and I avoid taking a shower.

We finally leave for Fayetteville 15 minutes late and my hair in hot rollers. The drive to Fayetteville is full of gossip and catching up.



Limo and popping bottles

We begin the night at Shogun’s for dinner and drinks. I am reminded there is far too much hairspray in my hair to be that close to an open flame so I choose a seat on the side. Dinner was fun and entertaining; however, my cocktails were full of rum. I don’t do rum. It hurts my life. I already know this isn’t going to be pretty. After dinner, another sister, April, and I head to the liquor store for booze to pregame.



Brooke! It is blurry because the rest of the night was...

Back at the hotel, the party is getting underway. Everyone has a drink in hand and Brooke (the bachelorette) is showered with gifts. At 10:40pm, we make our way down stairs to a stretch limo to make our way to Dixon St.

From there, the night is blurry. These are the key words of events I can remember:

shots, tallboys, Dannie crying, too much fucking SEC, condom store, University of Arkansas mascot, hiding from cops, sirens, karaoke, non-Frat, Dannie running away, wedding party, guy in awesome suit, a couch named Courtney with a James Harden beard, Jell-O shots, Army men, underwear, alley, losing the limo, screenshot text, “guys you have 10 more minutes,” and waking up in the middle of the night and scaring myself because I am still wearing my glow bracelet.



Men's underwear x2

The next morning was hell; headaches and the smell of shame. Breakfast at the hotel involved trying to find phones and dignity (I didn’t bring mine to lose).



They got me home:)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We finally leave the hotel and I pop two Tylenol and down a Diet Coke and settle in for the long ride back to Tahlequah where we begin to recover. Lunch is eaten and naps are taken before we are all strong enough to make our way back to our respective homes.

Top Night, Ladies. Top. Fucking. Night.

 

 Monday, August 27             ----------------------------------->

<----I bought this necklace this past weekend. Who doesn't love a crustacian?

Shit Shows and Pistols

Today, just like every day this week, I threw my alarm across the room and pulled the covers over my head in disgust. Morning came too early... again.
On a happy note, it is "Fabulous Fucking Friday" and I couldn't be happier for the upcoming weekend.
After work today, I will travel to Muskogee for a short shopping adventure and then make my way to my sisters and Tahlequah for a weekend sure to be a shit show of sorts. My dear friend, sister, and fomer student emplyee, Brooke, will be getting married in September and this weekend is her bachlorette party in Fayetteville. Hello Dixon Street!
Brooke is possibly one of the sweetest people I have ever met. She is funny and awkward, making this weekend even better. Should she be worried about the gifts from all of her sisters? Probably.

Another upside to today is it is one week until Oklahoma State kicks off the 2012-2013 season. Tailgating, Football, Booze and Blackouts. Can't Wait! Ready to hear those

         PISTOLS FIRING IN STILLWATER!

 

 

 

Friday, August 24--------------------------------->