Posted tagged ‘Houston’

The Latest Chapter

July 21, 2011

So I quit my internship to go back to RAFA earlier than planned to help with Willy Wonka. The internship people were not pleased, to say the least, but its one of those things where I had to ask myself: in ten years, will this matter? Its been less than a week and I have yet to see it negatively impact my life. The internship was not a waste, however, because it taught me a lot of things about myself.

  1. I cannot commute to a job or anywhere for that matter. I hate it and it makes me so cranky I can’t function. If its more than like 20 minutes away from where I live, forget it.
  2. I must have variety. I cannot do the same thing day in and day out because I am easily bored and then with the cranky again.
  3. I like to work with or around people. I am capable of working alone, but I prefer to work directly with someone or for someone.
  4. I cannot stand ineffective communication. I will not tolerate it.
So, Wonka is going well, it’s a lot of fun to be basically teaching again and going back to RAFA is seriously like going home. And there’s rarely a dull moment, which is why I thrive. I would much rather be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big pond. Although I would love to be a big fish in a big pond, ideally, I would not be have to be fish at all.
Anyway, in more exciting news. I got a puppy.
Introducing Foxy
AKA Sexy Foxy
I adopted her from BARC (the city of Houston animal shelter located in a legit ghetto). BARC had so many animals that they lowered their adoption fee to only $20 two weekends ago. So, basically I got her on sale, but then we took her home and the poor darling has so many aliments and illnesses that I have spent more than $500 at the vet so far. But look how cute she is.
She is four months and even our vet will admit that she has quite the prima donna personality, which is hilarious because I picked out a dog just like me. She is hell to give medicine to (which we have had to do a lot), she refuses to use the dog door to go outside, she doesn’t sleep at night and she is a little piggy with food, but I love her all the same. My parents love for her is debatable, especially since they do so much babysitting for me while I work and parade about the town. But look how cute she is.
Speaking of babysitting, Aaron, Kate and I are heading to New Braunfels this weekend for a trip to Schlitterbahn and Greene. Our own end of summer bash. We will be having way too much fun in the sun. I will probably come back the color of a tomato, but….
WORTH IT!
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I See You Baby – Shakin’ That Ass

July 9, 2011

So, Aaron Kate and myself spontaneously decided to go to a club last night. This was quite the decision, considering the fact that none of us had ever actually been to a club before.

After the Gaga concert in April, Aaron and I met his bf at a rave, but raves are not really clubs. Although (pulling a Stephon here) the rave had everything: light shows by guys with glow stick gloves, girls wearing boots with the fur and baby skirts, the guy with a spiderman mask and a gas mask on, strobe lights, pool tables and an underground level. I swear I laughed the entire 45 minutes we were at the rave and worried about how many drugs I unintentionally inhaled the rest of the night.

Anyway, last night we decided to go to Southbeach, a gay club, and the only thing it had in common with the rave was the hilarity factor. Thank God. But, it still wasn’t the best night of my life.

First of all, no offense, but it was kind of full of losers. Like older queerbos were literally dancing by themselves and there was hardly a crowd (and it was a Friday night). Then the music was mega techno, which would have been fine, except they played the same song for what seemed like hours on end. We were there for over an hour and we only knew a handful of songs; they didn’t  play any Gaga or even any  like Brittany Spears or Madonna or Cher. It’s a gay club for christ’s sake, what were they thinking? The DJ was sitting behind a glass booth and I was really tempted to knock on his window and tell him to switch it up a bit. There was also this male stripper, who was basically just a body builder guy in his undies doing hip rolls, not even touching the pole. Yet, he probs made more money in the time we were there than I make in a week cause guys were sticking all kinds of dollar dollar bill yos in his undies. Also some strange characters ( again its a gay club – leave us alone) were trying to dance all up on me and Kate, so we had a great time making  freaked out faces and literally hopping away to avoid their grinding male parts.

The funniest thing of my life, however, was that I ran into a guy that I work with at TUTS. It was super-mega-akward because it was when we first got there and were trying to scope out the scene (cause we had never been to a club), so I was on like sensory overload and here the buster comes strolling up with his bf. Then he felt the need to introduce everyone to everyone, which I so didn’t understand because (a) the techno was blaring so loud you couldn’t hear shit – according to Kate and Aaron I even heard his bf’s name wrong and (b) we were so not going to hang out with him, I mean that’s just weird.

I just thought it was completely ironic that of all the gays Aaron knows, I ran into somebody. Lord knows that would happen to me.

One song they certainly didn’t play, which is now one of my top faves is the YouTube sensation I See You Baby (Shakin’ That Ass). So here it is for your listening pleasure.

A New Best Friend

July 7, 2011

My dearly beloved husband of 34 years, Aaron, will be trapezing off to the Big Apple next month and leaving me here all alone. This is mega roles reversed because I left him for Disney and he was miserable here and now he’s leaving me for NYC leaving me miserable.

So I am going to do what everyone does when left alone in despair. I am going to get a puppy.

I had a dog a few years ago who had to be put down and it just about broke my heart. After that, I swore I would never want to get a dog again.

I would just like to publicly take that back. I want a dog now, guys.

I am looking for a female puppy, preferably under three months old, so that I can train her to adapt to the ways of our crazy household and develop that strong puppy bond. I also don’t want a big dog because I hope I might be able to take her with me when I finally do leave. She has to get along with other dogs, since we have two and she can’t be mean.

I am looking at all the local animal shelters, but puppies go faster than older dogs since everyone wants a puppy (until they realize how much work they are and take them back – which is why all the older dogs are in the shelters). But, I just thought I’d put the word out in case anybody knows anybody who has puppies they are tying to give away.

I have seen a few potential puppy candidates that I hope to meet this weekend.

Kourtney - 2 months old

 

Lady Bug - 2 months old - but she has another adoption offer

 

June Bug - 6 weeks old

Oh Say Can You See

July 4, 2011

Happy Independence Day!

According to the awful, fake, sensationalized,  biased news-wanna-be (NEWS-FIX on CW39), one in four Americans do not even know the meaning of Independence day. While I don’t believe much that NEWS-FIX says, I do believe that, because let’s face it:  Americans just keep getting dumber and dumber. We have the best technology right now in the history of the world. We have all kinds of laws, bills and programs to educate the youth and help more people earn college degrees. We have all the tools and means to live as well-educated and informed citizens, but we deliberately choose not to. So I thought I would just go ahead and refresh everyone’s memory on why we celebrate Independence Day.

July 4th marks our separation from the Soviet Union.

I’m kidding. Although according to NEWS-FIX’s poll, that’s what about 40% of Americans thought. Pretty Sad.

Independence Day commemorates the birthday of the United States and the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776. And we celebrate by eating barbecue, watching fireworks and generally forgetting what the holiday means.

But here are a few fun facts about the 4th of July  (courtesy of USA.gov).

  • Texas produced 6.8 billion pounds of cattle and calves in 2010, so it’s a good possibility that you are eating home-grown meat today.
  • The U.S. imported $197.3 million in fireworks last year, with the majority of that coming from China. The U.S. exported only $37 million worth of fireworks, with Japan buying most of ours. So enjoy celebrating your American holiday in true American style:using stuff somebody else made.
  • Thirty-five places have “eagle” in their names. The most populated one is Eagle Pass, Texas with more than 26,000 people.
  • 81 million people reported taking part in a barbecue last year. I was really worried about that one.
Nonetheless, God Bless the U.S.A and have a happy 4th of July however you choose to celebrate.

It’s been a long a time, but I’m back in town

June 30, 2011

So after returning from my stay at the kingdom, my life was in shambles. Not complete shambles, as I wasn’t a staving child or homeless or pregnant, but very large chunks of not-so-good.

Everyday I was picking a different profession to be or a different grad school major to study and I literally came this close to joining the air force. Yep, I started training for the physical fitness test by running (that was just entirely bizarre) and contacted a recruiter via online chat (also weird, but not as much as the running).

I did a little soul searching, which is why I haven’t written, because for the past month I have been nothing but irritable and whiney. Because of this my mom has also become my best friend, but thats besides today’s point.

As corny as that sounds, I really did have to come up with a new life plan. I had hoped to stay in the kingdom, but did not get either of the two jobs I interviewed for and being the person that I am, I live off my back-up plans so I didn’t have any back-back-up plans.

So after much deliberation and weighing of various options, I have decided to go to law school. My reasons are solid; it seems like the best and most profitable idea I’ve had yet, so why not? Of course, because I can never make up my mind, I am not going to be going to law school until next fall because of applications and the LSAT and all that jazz, which means I will be here in Houston for the next year.

Furthermore, I will also be returning to RAFA as the receptionist and gluestick to try and save some dollars for this very expensive endeavor I am undertaking.

I also am planning several other things to do this year, but details have been not confirmed so far.

So I just thought I’d make my decision official, because as we all know, nothing makes facts more true than when you find them online. Especially when found on Facebook. That information is always a 100% guarantee.

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