I forgot how much I love Texas. Until this weekend.

In a matter of 34 hours I managed to do the following:

1. Catch up with an old flame who picked me up from the airport. We had a great time, and he took me to an AWESOME Irish pub on McKinney, to boot! (for those of you who don't know, the actual surname of my ancestors way back when was O'Lane) Great night! :)

2. Had a nice long visit with my roommate and best friend from Southwestern, who I haven't been able to spend quality time with for almost two years. That lag in visiting will NEVER happen again. This woman and I have been through hell and back, and still love the hell out of each other. So there you go! Genny, you rock my face off! :)

3. Had lunch with my best friend of 20 years and her first born, Zachariah, all of two months old. He's a great kid, though he has a bobblehead and I was really apprehensive about handling him. I have to admit though, once I did have him in my arms, that biological clock started to tick... and I'm okay with that. At least right now it's a somewhat muted ticking!

4. I was an attendant for a HS volleyball teammate's wedding. I got to briefly visit the bride, and though she was a bit flustered, she was holding up pretty damn well. She told me to mentally-douche her mom, though, which was no surprise to me, as CK's mom has always been a handful. I had to re-live some crazy memories of being shipped to a tournament in a freakin' taxi because CK's mom lost her keys. LOL - GREAT times!

I did my best to fulfill my duties as the almost-bridesmaid. Though it would have been an honor to be her bridesmaid, I'm glad I could at least take care of her guests, as I saved the day at the sign-in, as well as the candlelight cermony. \m/

I don't think I've had a quality visit with Cassie since I left DFW to move to STL. Regardless, we kept in touch, though only occasionally, so I was honored to be a part of her wedding. There were a few hiccups, as in all weddings I'm sure, but she could not have picked a better setting or better weather for that matter! Pictures to follow. Freakin' GORGEOUS.

I caught up with some more HS volleyball buddies, and it was awesome to see them at the reception. Megan, Kristin, and Heather are some spectacular women with whom I am more than pleased to affiliate myself, and I look forward to spending more time with them on my next visit. :)

We all need to read this one over and over until it becomes part of who we are!

HOW TO STAY YOUNG

1. Try everything twice. On Madams tombstone (of Whelan's and Madam) she said she wanted this epitaph: Tried everything twice...loved it both times!

2. Keep only cheerful friends.
The grouches pull you down. (keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches;)

3. Keep learning : Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain get idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER.

6. The tears happen: Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. LIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love: Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge. Dance around the house naked.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

11. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.

Leap Day 2008.

I never gave much thought to leap years in the past, but this one is strange to me. Perhaps because of all the changes going on in my life. Maybe because I'm having to rediscover who I am and what I want out of life. I honestly feel like I'm at a crossroads. Lights flashing. The train has already hit me, but here I am.. still breathing. The possibilities may be endless, but how do I figure out which direction to take?

Suck it up and pick something, damnit. I'm so tired of waivering in my decisions. I basically floated through college, and though I had a blast, I didn't plan for the future... at all. And that's why, ladies and gentlemen, even with two college degrees from highly respected schools, they don't mean jack unless you have a plan for how to use them.

It's time to grow the F--- up. I've only got a little more than three years left of my twenties, and I'm gonna make every single waking hour count for something.

Three months into the new year, I've finally found a resolution worth fighting for. So thank you, weirdass Leap Year, for giving me that extra day to finally say 'F--- this, I'm going to Law School!'

You wanna know what's fun?

Jumping face first into snow piles.

The 'True Texan' came out of me this afternoon when I took a long walk, and then became infatuated with a roll of pristinely monumental snow/sleet rolls.

They were so perfect.

I just couldn't help myself.

The head-first sensation of the ice smothering my face was more than refreshing. It made me giddy. I felt like a kid again.

Now I want a sno-cone.

Reflection Abets
Equilibration Pending
The Lunar Eclipse.

Cliché lyrics to follow:


Oh I'm newly calibrated
All shiny and clean
I'm your recent adaptation
Time to redefine me

Let the word out I've got to get out
Oh I'm feeling better now
Break the news out I've got to get out
Oh I'm feeling better now

Oh I'm happy as Christmas
All wrapped to be seen
I'm your recent acquisition
Time to celebrate me

Let the word out I've got to get out
Oh I'm feeling better now
Break the news out I've got to get out
Oh I'm feeling better now . . .

Big Momma laughs in my face once again.

Everybody knows I am constantly having car trouble, but haven't been in a position to buy a new car, not even moving toward that goal until my recent career move. But this was so so so like, the last straw. Big Momma has to go.

So I haven't been able to start my car since last Saturday, the coldest night of the winter season thus far. After speaking with Daddy, the self professed mechanic, we figured it was a frozen fuel line after getting some water logged bad gas.. no biggie, just had to wait it out until today, when we hit a balmy 52 degrees.

I would've spent my time AND money better at the driving range.

After some poking, prodding, bouncing and lots of cursing, BM finally gave in and started up for me. I was stoked. So much so that I drove to QT, filled her up, and bought lottery tickets (as i was feeling LUCKY. Ha).

Forty-five bucks of gas and a soda later, the bitch was back. I had a full tank of gas, a frosty beverage, even some road snacks ready, but I couldn't start my car. Irony. Still trying to get it started, I watched a Tiburon coast past me, the same color and year as my Rice Rocket (RIP). WTF dude. That's not funny.



At least I can thank you, God, for providing me with Cingular's roadside assistance feature. I have used it to its full potential in the past year, and it is DEFINITELY worth the extra $2.99 a month in my case.

So my car will magically appear to the mechanics at Danmark Auto on Monday. And I will pray that they tell me it's a stupid clogged fuel filter, or spark plugs, something. Just please God make it something CHEAP!

In the meantime, pointers on car shopping are welcome.

Where the hell have I been?

After reading a few blogs of friends and friends' friends, I felt compelled to at least drop a line letting the few that actually follow my intermittent ramblings know that I am going to get wired to fill this baby up again.

Peace out homies.

OH MY SHIT!

The Stars pulled off an amazing comeback tonight -- had I been in a better mood, I would've been boozed up and bouncing off the walls. They were down 4-0 to the LA Kings after the first period, and then came back over the next two periods to WIN 5-4!! A big shout out to Zubov, Guerin, Arnott, Robidas, and Boucher.

Now if that damn captain of ours would turn on the jets, we'll be set.

On the other hand.. the poor Blues got turned over Detroit's lap and spanked like a red headed stepchild. Better luck tomorrow at home!

Oh, boy. Fourth post and STILL I have nothing really to tell. Eh, I'll try it anyway.

Okay, so had I not been offered the chance to interview with BrainLAB last Monday, I'd probably be in St. Louis by now, havin' me some good Bud Light, and soaking in some major hockey action over the course of the weekend, but NOOOOOOOO. I'm still waiting to hear about this j-o-b I so desperately need.

If I don't hear anything by Friday, I'm gonna suck it up and call the area manager I interviewed with, and be like, "Aight biyatch, this is how it's gonna go down . . . "

Should they choose not to hire me for lack of clinical experience, I shall laugh in their faces in light of the $150 million lawsuit filed against them by Medtronic, the GODZILLA of the medical device industry.

Then I'll go kiss some ass at Medtronic and pray my networking skills can do the job.

Aaaanywho, hockey action starts tonight, and Mom's got Center Ice, so I'm gonna get sucked into the abyss that will be the living room.

GO STARS! :)

I've never hated waiting so much in my life. I could still have NINE DAYS to burn before I find anything out about the job I interviewed for on Monday. Nine, 9, nueve . . . no me gusta.

It's bad enough my mom has always said my middle name was "instant gratification", but to throw this into the mix . . . my dreams get weirder and weirder.

So, dudes and dudettes located in or near St. Louis, if you know anyone looking to hire a biomedical engineer, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, contact me. I don't know how much longer I can go without something productive to do everyday, without money coming in, and without getting laid. :( haha.. I love you, Jose. :-*

Oh man. Oh man.

Out of the frickin' blue, I get a call on Friday from a company I have not applied to in THREE MONTHS, and they want to fly me to Chicago to interview.

Hells jeah.

I gotta make this interview count, though. It's the position in St. Louis that I've been praying for, and the work is right up my alley. Money's not bad, either, as far as I know

I'll write more after I finish memorizing the company slogan and merchandise.

Okay, since I accidentally created like five blogs due to technical difficulties, I'll make this one a sort of status-of-my-life update page, and the other will be a rants page.

This one = probably boring.

Rants page = pretty frickin' bitchy.

Check up later, tater.