Monday, July 04, 2005
Flying Undies and a Strange Dream
Exercise: Cleaning house.
What a weekend! Friday night I went out for a walk with Brett and then grocery shopping narrowly making it to Sam's Club. I left his house a little after 8pm thinking I would have plenty of time to get there and I would have had it not been for the fact that I had forgotten the exit ramp I needed off the freeway was closed. I ended up having to drive a couple of miles or so out of my way because I had to go up to the next exit and around. Grrrr! I must have been really wiped out because I remember little from that evening after I got home. I know I had dinner and talked to Steph for a bit on MSN but that's about it. I also ended up sleeping in quite late on Saturday.
On Saturday, we went over to PIB's (aka Puss In Boots - that's my nickname for him) house for a get together. A guy from Florida who missed the party the last time and a woman from Missouri who was there last time (the one that refers to herself as the bad influence...LOL) also attended. It was a great time with a lot of laughs and underwear flying about and no we weren't having some sort of orgy! LOL Missouri chic couldn't believe PIB's wife wore a smaller bra size than her so they both took theirs off under their shirts as women can do and started throwing them at each other then at the guys. They tried to get me to join in but I opted out especially since I had a sports bra on (those are the only kind I will wear in PIB's presence since he managed to undo my bra last Halloween LOL). For some reason, this exchanging of the bras got PIBs on the topic of whether or not someone could take their underpants off without removing their pants. PIB's wife and Florida guy had gone in the house to get another drink and I guess while they were in there, they had this conversation about PIBs attempting to take his underwear off without removing his pants. At the same time, PIBs was doing just that not knowing the conversation that was going on in the house. Amazingly, he managed to do it successfully. Those of us who witnessed it couldn't believe our eyes. When he got them off, he stuffed them in his pocket at which point I called him "Poop Pocket" since the guy had been farting all night to the point where it sounded like he dropped a couple of hershey squirts. He then proceeded to go into the house and throw his undies at his wife causing her to fall on the floor with laughter. Oh the things people do during the wee hours of the morning when in the company of a few others who have minds just as sick and demented as theirs especially when a few of them get some alkihal in them. LOL
I didn't get to bed until something stupid like 5am Sunday morning so as you can imagine, I didn't get up until really late. It was worth it though. I had done a little cleaning (one of the three bathrooms) but not much. Sunday evening was fairly low key. We watched some tv and fireworks. Where we live, we are surrounded by various displays - I think I could count at least four that were easily visible from our windows.
I had also found out that one of the Chevy dealers here had an SS on the lot so around 9:30pm we left to go look at it (I much prefer looking after hours to avoid bastard salespeople who don't want to leave you alone until you either promise them a sale or give "blood"). After a quick drive through the lot, we found it - silver and loaded with the options I would want if I were to choose this car (a sunroof and XM radio). Aside from the chintzy looking interior and ugly alloys (not like you can expect much from those things when the car just breaks $24 grand completely loaded), it's a pretty hot looking little car. Assuming it drives well and it is dependable, all it would need is a good window tinting and I would be all over it. LOL
This morning was kind of crazy. The forecast had said we were supposed to be getting storms later in the day on Sunday but we didn't. As it turned out, we weren't completely forgotten. About 5:30 this morning, it went from completely calm to the wind picking up - it just kept getting stronger and stronger and wouldn't let up. Luckily we woke up and got the windows shut because we got a really heavy rain complete with some badass lightning and I think a little thunder although I don't really remember hearing much. What was really strange is that Ant had gotten up to shut the window in the other bedroom and when he did, I could hear someone talking but I couldn't figure out where it came from. After a little investigation, I found out it was coming from the clock radio even though it was turned off - kinda creepy. The only way I could get it to stop was to switch it over so that the alarm was set. The crazy shit didn't stop there though. I had to most odd dream before I woke up this morning.
When it started out, I was back in my bedroom at my parents' house - not sure why. It then turned into some place I didn't recognize and there was this person who kept kicking a ball at me even though I told them to knock it the hell off and would kick it back as hard as I could. When I finally saw this person is was Ronald Reagan of all people. I'm not sure where the hell that came from. All I can figure out is that had something to do with seeing pictures of him and hearing the media talk about him the other day when Justice O'Connor stepped down. From there, I ended up in some place that looked like a local grocery store or Target but all of a sudden, it was like there was an ER in the place. I was there trying to draw something according to unclear written directions and couldn't figure it out. At that point, one of the women working in the ER came walking by me and I asked her about the drawing and she said, "Oh don't worry about that sweet Georgia it will be ok." I was about to ask her what she meant by that but she went scurrying off and when I looked up, there was a guy I didn't know on a gurney not far from me with a plate of glass in his back screaming in agony which is what woke me up. Too Weird!!!
I'm off now....there are fireworks to be watched and ice cream to eat. :)
Til next time....
Knocked Off By The Fashion Diva
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