Blowin' in the Wind

...Which one wins for you?

I try very hard to keep a healthy balance of the two, but it's super hard!

I'm talking to a good friend, and the subject comes up. A person she works with asked her on a date last night. They have been good friends as long as they've known each other, and recently she suspected he might want more than that. She made a plan - he asked her out, she said no. Simple plan. Unraveled plan. She voiced her concerns (dating a coworker, having to keep it secret, messing up a friendship), and he just asked her to think about it. So, of course, she has been.

I asked her if she is attracted to him and she said yes. And I know she likes spending time with him. To me, that only makes sense that they should at least try dating out & see what happens. To her, the fact that they work together and it's a "bad idea" outweighs any of that.

I decided it's probably better to be rational all the time than emotional all the time, but obviously neither one is going to be ideal...When should you let one or the other win?

So in celebration of my upcoming RoMO trip, I am going to share some quotes that have been said in that most absurd of towns...

me: Shellie loves the circle flash.
Shel: I do! The only thing I love more is biscuits and gravy.

E Rocka: "How many handles of Congress does it take to kill a baby?"

E Rocka: Wait. I can see you! That seems wrong.
T Pain: You're trying on sunglasses, not a blindfold.

E Rocka: Mickey, what's all this stuff? Dirt? What is this?
Mickey (slurred): I dunno. A weather report?

Anna: "Smoking seeds causes infidelity"

NB: "They're making a new Passion of the Christ..."
E Rocka: "Does he live?"

HC: "Cats are like sixteen year old girls. If you ignore them and treat them badly, then they love you."

E Rocka: "I can't come out today...I'm wearing my math panties."

E Rocka: "That makes me wonder what happened to my brother's friend Crackhead Ted. He got fired because he used to skip work too much to go to Cubs games."
A Cash: "That would be my dream."
E Rocka: "To get fired & become a crackhead?!"

everyone: "We're an imaginary bluegrass band....and we're excellent!!!!"

Mickey: "Well, I don't know! I've never had to call Dysfunctional Family Services before!"

E Rocka: "It doesn't matter what you look like as long as you like to drink beer."

Bob: "Those are all words. ... But when you put them together, they make no sense."

E Rocka: "What does it say?"
Mickey holds up a sign - 'LBC meeting in the bassment'
E Rocka & I: "Bassment?! Mickey that's not how you spell basement!"
Mickey: "That's how it's spelled on BET!"

T Pain: "Was that Braydon or the wind??"

Me: "I just put on the cheese."

T Rumble: "This is your life. Welcome to it. Drink a beer."

me: "Are we riding you home?"

J Howell is ridiculous, and I told her yesterday that I do believe one could find her number on a bathroom wall. I am pretty much okay with that, as I appreciate ridiculous people FAR more than 'normal' ones.

This weekend was the housewarming. Overall, I'd call it a success. I was happy with the turnout, and I think everyone had a good time, for the most part. I was disappointed in myself for passing out early, but can't say I was surprised. My combined total of sleep for Wednesday, Thursday & Friday nights was somewhere around 7 hours. Then with all the boozin' and food in my belly, I passed out at like 2. For the record, though, I woke up at like 5 and drank some more until 7 or so... Slightly less lame.

Party pictures:









Now I am SO ready to be in Rolla to party it up. This will be the first time I've been one of those Rolla-ites who had to cram all of my St. Pat's celebrating into one weekend down there, but I'm determined to milk it for all it's worth! I'm going to party my ass off completely and totally. Here are a few things I've read/gotten re: this years Pat's that make me happy:

text from E Rocka at 8:13 this morning: "815 and I'm 3 beers in :)"

Garth, commenting on a FB status: "Im sitting in your tech writing class with a 64 oz CFM mug full of natty."

...And I bought a ridiculous amount of green things from Target.

WOOOOO!!!!! I'm SO ready.

March Weekend Calendar of Events:
3/7: Housewarming Party! Come one, come all! Unless I don't like you...then go away. This means I have DBert, Gronlicia, CC, Vogelson, & Sass 1 and 2 all coming in town! Hurrah! Plus it should just be a killer time!

3/14: St. Pat's, Rolla Style! Yessss. Leaving Friday, heading to Rolla for one whirlwind taste of my favorite holiday in my favorite town, taking JHowell & perhaps MC, though I'm guessing his money woes will dictate otherwise.

3/21: Bienvenido a Miami Girls & MC, landing in Miami that Thursday for an epic weekend on South Beach. Can NOT wait.

3/28: AMS23 Bachelorette Party! I don't know how I'm going to plan the party of all parties to top the rest of the month alone, but I'm going to try my darndest!

So basically, in April I will be too poor to leave my house. For at least 2 months, I'm guessing...Bummer. Oh well, I'll just chill around my house so it's all good. Occasionally I will allow people the luxury of my company for the small fee of food and/or booze.

So...Rasta is back from the VI. This is where I think things could potentially get messy. I think he and I being friends will work out just peachy, I just don't know what he'll have to say about the Morning situation. And for some reason that matters to me, kind of a lot.

Sister is sick. Not sickly, though. Her face is freakishly swollen on one side along the jaw. She went to the doctor, and they said she had the symptoms of mumps. Really?! So they took blood but we won't know for a couple of days. She's had her shots & whatnot...Very weird. I am thinking it's not mumps, but they didn't even have a single other suggestion...We shall see.

So yesterday was Fat Tuesday (not to be confused with Tisha Tuesday). Of course, when you're me, every Tuesday is Fat Tuesday. :-p ANYWAY... We went to Sherrisa's for a night of "Wii and drinking"...Only somehow there was not a single second of Wii play. A raucous round of Fuck the Dealer, then J Howell & I played Rock the Clock, and then...karaoke. I remember a particularly ridiculous rendition of Me & Bobby McGee, courtesy of Angie...And a LOT of Dixie Chicks with Brandi. Really, I should never be allowed to karaoke. ...But it's so fun!

It's wino night!! ...Don't say you weren't warned.

Morning's phone just died, which makes me sad, but before it did I asked him my default question, which I use to immediately judge people & decide whether or not I like them: You're stranded on a desert island, which 5 albums do you have to have?

The rules: It can't be a mix CD or any of that BS. It CAN be a greatest hits album, or even a multi-disc set, as long as that is how it was released by the recording company. Basically it has to be all one artist per album.

That being said, his answers were: Queens of the Stone Age: self-titled, Eagles of Death Metal, Beatles - Abbey Road or 1...Incubus - either Make Yourself or Morning View...And I can not remember the last one for the life of me. But moral of the story is his answers were legit. And I asked AMS23 hers, which were also spectacular.

Here's the thing, though - I ask people the question all the time, and honestly if they were to ask me mine I would tell each of them a different 5 albums. I am trying to lock it down, but I just can't. So for today, here are my Desert Island Albums:

*Annie Lennox - Medusa

*Band of Horses - Cease to Begin

*Crosby Stills Nash & Young - So Far

*Stevie Wonder - Songs In The Key of Life

*O.A.R. - Stories of A Stranger

And because I have a really really hard time narrowing this down, I am allowing myself 3...make that 4...err, 56... runners-up, which are:

John Butler Trio - Grand National

Supertramp - Breakfast in America

Rusted Root - When I Woke

Citizen Cope - The Clarence Greenwood Recordings

Sublime - self-titled

Talking Heads - Stop Making Sense

....Who am I kidding?! I want to turn this into a list of Angie's 100 favorite albums because they are great from start to finish! But alas, that would be ridiculous. So for now, I shall go boost mi amigo's ego & finish my wine.

What are yours??

One more thing, though, today Sister's friend J decided he could beat me at some sort of music knowledge competition. I was almost insulted by this thought. Is that wrong of me?! Regardless I feel like I might have put the little punk in his place, for now. ;)

And to be ironic (in the Alanis Morissette sense of the word) I am including a song that is in no way, shape, or form on this list:

I don't know who or why, but someone who controls the fates does not like me. Yesterday was a mediocre day, as today seems to be shaping up to be. I spent most of the day working on a cymbal-related project that I should be completely done with this week finally. After that MC & I went to pick up my fridge. Uneventful...Somehow we got it safely to its new home. Then I alphabetized my DVDs (how's that for a mundane detail!) and Dad came to pick me up & take me to the house. Somewhere in all of those things, Morning & I made plans for him to come up and watch a movie, presumably Star Wars.

I was convinced he was going to arrive before us, so I made Father turn the boogie up. Shortly after exiting the interstate, we were truckin' along at somewhere between 50 & 55 mph's, when a GIANT (and I mean GIANT) raccoon came from nowhere and we obliterated it. It was huge - I feel like we might have actually high-centered the Saturn on the raccoon. At this point, hideous sounds start coming from underneath the vehicle; we're dragging something. I'm not sure what, but I'm convinced it's the raccoon, and I have this unearthly horrible mental picture of this. My phone rings. Morning is lost. I try to give him directions, and then one of our phones drops service. Hideous noises still occuring.

Now it starts to sound like small things are falling off of the car, but the dragging sound is still going on. Umm....tiny pieces of raccoon? Ew. Finally the noise stops. Whatever we were dragging (the raccoon) falls off. All is well. Except....Morning calls again. More lost than before, and sounding none too pleased. I think I get him back on track, and then lost reception again. Turning onto the gravel...Okay, the rocks don't usually hit the bottom of the car this loudly. We get home, and the front license plate is missing, part of the grill is busted, and a whole piece of plastic that goes up under the front end is dragging the ground. Nothing to be done but bungee it up and wait for tomorrow to further assess this damage. At this point I call Morning...

I can't get him to answer, but it's not going straight to voicemail. I try a couple more times; eventually he ends up calling me. He is frustrated and going back home. So much for that.

Like any good fat girl, I stress-ate a corn dog & some cheese toast, made myself a Bloody Mary, and passed out. Please, tonight, don't suck. I'm begging you.