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Friday, January 27, 2006 JUST SIT BACK AND RELAX. THIS WON'T HURT A BIT  :::sigh::: posted by me | 7:15 PM | 6 comments Wednesday, January 25, 2006 THE RULES OF LAS VEGAS  I know! I’ve been back for 5 days and haven’t posted about Vegas. I’ve been having a hard time with it. See, once you land in Vegas and they have the money vacuums securely attached to your pockets, there are all these unspoken rules that you need to know. Actually you need to break the rules in order to know they’re rules, because nobody is going to tell you the rules. It takes the fun out of yelling at you. For example: Don’t lean against the glass surrounding the roulette table, don’t answer your cell phone or touch the cards at the black jack table, don’t set your water/beer on the edge of any table, and do not under any circumstances use both hands to do anything, especially reach into the craps table to pick up the dice. Do not shake the dice just throw them. They must hit the end of the table and not the people working the table. You can hit the other players at the table. That’s o.k. AND THE MOTHER OF ALL RULES You are not allowed to take pictures of the interior or exterior of any building while on the building premises, nor can you take pictures of the entertainment. Which is really sad because we saw some really neat things. And I guess I can’t give my rave review of one of our more favorite restaurants. Which is also too bad because they had some of the best spinach and artichoke soup ever, and the presentation of the dishes were superb. The wait staff was so cute and did such a great job I think we gave them like a 35% tip. Apparently “NO PICTURES OF ANYTHING” rule only applies to me. As I was the only person singled out of a vat of 70 people taking pictures, who was told so, threatened confiscation, and escorted back to my room. So I guess you’ll just have to be satisfied with my pics of our outing to Hoover Dam.   I found this statue particularly creepy. His eyes followed you {{{shiver}}}.  We also hiked Red Rock Canyon. Very pretty.   Oh and this is a pic of our house from the airplane!  We did meet some really nice people. Mostly residence of Vegas, which I cannot understand how they can be so nice when so many of them just get crapped on by tourists. Oh and Bob and Laura, which I really wish we would have had more time to hang out with because they were really neat people, I wish I would have given them our email or something. And we did catch a couple shows. Unfortunately I found that a majority of our time was spent around tourists who were very rude. I walked away from Vegas with more bruises from people slamming into me than I can count. And it was really hard to watch how the people in the service industry were treated. I’ve gotta hand it to them, to be able to sit there at 4 am (or any time for that matter) and get berated by tourists the way they were. In summary, the city of Vegas itself just ain’t my kinda town. posted by me | 11:19 AM | 6 comments Friday, January 13, 2006 JUST ONE MORE POST BEFORE I LEAVE. So, I was tagged by Hizzle (thanks for that). I don’t play tag well, I have a tendency to trip over my own feet and bump into things. Plus I never holler “no tags back” fast enough.But here goes. 5 weird habits about me. 1. I do not care if my undergarments do not match, nor am I a fashion plate. But I need my mostly unseen navel ring to match my shirt. I do not know why. 2. I need everything in my house to align. Parallel/Perpendicular. Except that round room, for some reason it doesn’t bother me that the furniture doesn’t align in the round room. 3. I will take a shower in the morning even if I know I will be doing nothing but dirty work all day long, not see another person all day long, and have to take a shower at the end of the day anyway. 4. I “face” the products in my pantry just like a supermarket. Sometimes alphabetically. And I teach my kids to rotate stock. I’ve never worked in a grocery store. 5. I, like Hizzle, have only one way to fold a towel. My way. As much as I would like towels that match every bathroom’s individuality, all my towels are white as we ordered bulk stock of towels to embroider and hand out to clients and kept half for ourselves. So I just pretend. Sorry blogger pals, I can’t tag anyone, mom said it’s time to come in. posted by me | 9:06 PM | 7 comments Thursday, January 12, 2006 JUST IN CASE So we leave on Saturday for Vegas. And the world of concrete.This is news to me, our seat assignment will occur once we check in, and we may not end up sitting together. I feel so sorry for the person (or people) who may end up sitting next to me as I will puke on their laps. I hope they read my blog and check in tonight, so they can come to the conclusion "hey! I might want to think about changing seats with her husband so they can sit together and she can puke on his lap." See what a wonderful benefit blogworld can be?! So just in case we end up crashing into an island thousands of miles off course with creepy black smoke ghosts, Anna Maria and "others", I just wanted to tell my blog world that you're all fantastic people with great wit that make me laugh every day and I love you all. And once the plane lands safe and secure and I can find a wifi connection I will once again be lurking on your blogs. adiós mis amigos! P.S. dear creepy people with mischevious ideas, the house is still occupied with major league security and video surveillance. FYI. See how blogworld isn't be so wonerful? posted by me | 9:34 PM | 3 comments Saturday, January 07, 2006 I HAVE ISSUES...MANY MANY ISSUES Rough times ahead. Beaner will have to face many phobias over the next 3 weeks.1. Germophobia. I will have to be around more people in one week than I am normally around in a year. I will have to use public restrooms. I will survive. Right? Right? 2. Fear of flying. I know flying is pretty safe. I know I'll be o.k. I think. Probably I'll be o.k. Somebody please tell me I will be o.k. 3. Social anxiety disorder. Pretty sure I've got it. Pretty sure I'll make a complete ass of myself at the convention. Or look like an ass. Yeah, I'll make a complete ass of myself. It's what I do. 4. Is there a phobia word for fear of leaving your children for a week? They will be in the best of hands, but still, who will hug me goodbye in the morning? Who will kiss me hello when they get home, who will look at me and think "mom needs a hug" and give me the bestest hugs in the world? WHO?! Seriously having severe anxiety issues about this one. 5. A monumental birthday. All I can add to this one is "CRAP!" and "CRAPITY CRAP CRAP CRAP!" :::sigh::: I need a hug. posted by me | 11:09 PM | 8 comments Friday, January 06, 2006 WTF? PART DEUX O.K. I get it already. I live in the outskirts of town. The air will smell of cow pooh, there will be horse crap on my street, there will be creepy spiders and weird wasp nests in my yard, bats in my garage, bugs in my house, crickets in my bathroom, but seriously TREE FROGS IN MY BASEMENT IN DECEMBER? WTF?!
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Sunday, January 01, 2006 WTF? It’s very common for me to open the door to the garage only to be presented with this scene. You: “What is it?” Me: “I don’t know. He was gesturing wildly when he explained it to me and it has something to do with storing sheets of plywood, planing, catching, routers, saws and some other stuff. Oh, and it has moving parts.” You: “huh?” Me: “Just smile, nod and say ‘cool’.” John is beyond talented. He gets an idea of what he needs/wants, then wanders around town trying to find it. Thing is, nothing ever meets his exact specifications. So typically he buys the closest thing and modifies it. If he can’t find something close to modify, he simply builds it himself. Yes it drives me crazy, but just look at the twinkle in his eyes.  And yes, this is a 3 car garage you cannot park a car in. But the twinkle.... posted by me | 6:58 PM | 12 comments |
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