New Year, New Me, Same Bullshit!

It has been almost a year since I've posted an entry on here. It's been a year of the same bullshit. Working on bettering myself as a human, watching way too much reality tv, geocaching, going to concerts, wanting to fall in love with my prince charming.

Captain's log:
Height: Still 5'11"
Weight: 215 pounds (I'm the heaviest I've ever been. I know I said the same thing the last time I posted)
Mental Status: Comfortable in my own skin! Finally!
Wine: Still acquiring a taste for it
Relationship Status: Single
Health: Sinus infection....on antibitotics.... trying not to shit myself....side effects are awesome!

Resolutions this year:
1. Keep a detailed budget.
2. Go on an adventure every weekend!
3. Geocache more.
4. Drink Shakeology everyday.
5. Have a year where the good outweighs the bad.
6. Blog/journal more

Today's mood: satisfied
Today's rating: 8/10

Amusing Happenings for the MLK Weekend

Went to Metalhead on Sunday, was absolutely fabulous!

The aforementioned amusing happenings:

1. Man looks at my cleavage (for which there is alot) looks at me and with a slackjawed expression states "Holy MACARONI!"

2. Got stage honked by Sexy Drummer.... hate to tell him that his hands are probably not large enough to handle these joyous, jubilant, J-cups. But I'll let him try anyways! ;)

3. Got caught shaking my boobies at the drummer. Turned 50 shades of RED!

4. Almost boob slapped a short chick coming around a corner on the way to the bathroom.

5. Saw my friend James' Lesbian Twin....no joke!

6. Cheers! with Lucky.

7. Last but not least: Hot Bassist almost took me out with his bass.... if his bass wasn't there I'm pretty sure I would have been teabagged.

What will the four day work week bring?

New Revelations

In the past year I have conquered some demons that have haunted me most of my life. I've confronted those demons and squashed their existence in my life. By doing this I have been doing some deep self analyzing. For years I looked for the answers in other people. By surrounding myself with people that I wanted to be like I found myself pacifying the demon. Ultimately, how can I be happy with someone else if I'm not happy by myself. It's taken me 4 years to finally be happy with myself.

No more Hot Bassist, he was helping pacify the demon. I saw in him confidence and charisma that I wanted in myself.I think most of all I needed the fantasy of someone encompassing those characteristics wanting me.

I'm ready to put myself out there and see what happens.

What will the future hold?

Que Sera, Sera!

S-A-TUR-DAY Night!

Started the night off with the Rock 'N Roller Derby concert/derby bout. Saw a man in a Tuxedo Speedo... for those times you want to wear a speedo but need to be classy. I can't forget the cowboy boots either.

Went to Rock Lobster... hot bassist saw me in the crowd and tried to tell me something. I couldn't hear him nor could I read his lips. Danced and sang my booty off! During the break, we beelined to the bathroom. No paper towels. Ugh so annoying. Came out trying not to dry my hands on my skirt. Hot Bassist came out of some hallway and caught me walking all cautiously. He smiled/giggled at me and we went to the bar. He went inside, made a loop and then came back and talked to us. The convo went a little something like this... Him- Hey! I was trying to tell you inside that we aren't playing Blue Martini anymore."(oh my god he's talking to me). (Stay calm. He's just talking.) (His eyes are so pretty.) (Snap out of it, you have to answer him) Me- I figured it out when I was checking to see if you were playing Blue Martini for my birthday. Him- When is it? Me- On a Thursday. Him- Yeah, but when. Me- Oh, Oct. 13th. Him- We'll be at the Canyon Club. Me-I'm probably going to make it but it's a school night. Him- My sister's a teacher and she's way older than you. If she can hang you can too! Me- Yeah, we'll be there. Then I confessed to him how long I've been going to his concerts.... 6 years.... more small talk. Then he headed back to get ready for the next set.

During the sets we made eye contact periodically. Before the first set ended they played Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" and all these drunk chicks bum rushed the stage. I opted to stay in the crowd. He fell back to let them have room to dance. I have a crush on him, yes. Girls were all around him and it didn't bother me. I could have jumped on stage and danced on him, but that's not my style. I don't want to be one of the girls that rubs on his legs while he's playing or lust over him because he's in a band. It seems to work because he talks to me. Slow and steady wins the race. :)

Poker I hardly knew her!

Last night I went with Fanibanani to poker at a dive bar. It was one of her friend's birthdays and she didn't want to go alone. It was amusing people watching, a lot of characters in that bar. Bartender did the "don't I know you from somewhere?" line... he was weird needless to say. The highlight of the night: My other friend's baby daddy started hitting on Fanibanani and didn't remember who I was or what I know about him. *Evil laugh* He's a douche to put it simply. Maybe he's changed but any man that gets his wife passed out drunk and then inserts things into her vagina and takes pictures of it and has one of his friends help him... is a douche in my book.

Intolerant to Intolerance

Last night I went to a friend's house for a bbq. His nephew showed up after playing softball and we were all hanging out. Everything was fine and dandy until the racial slurs started rolling off his tongue like it was the ABC's. I know for a fact this guy has friends that are of different races... yet he's still dropping the words like it's nothing. I couldn't take it anymore. I told him that those words are offensive and to please stop. No one ever tells this guy no...or to stop. He kept going trying to prove his word choice but it was just making him look slimier and slimier. I just told him to stop it and not say it. I was done with it. He shut up for the rest of the night. I'm some what shocked how racist people can be and not think they are racist.

Cojones

I grew a set of balls last night... momentarily... and figuratively for that matter. I actually walked up to "Hot Bassist" and talked to him! I asked him why they don't play an 80's Aerosmith. He said they are actually going to start. They are in the process of learning Dude Looks Like a Lady and Livin' on the Edge (even though it's 90's). The highlight, I stood close enough to him to touch my arm to his. My friend Brooks knows him from college. He used to call "Hot Bassist" to set up gigs for his fraternity in college. "Hot Bassist" came to our table to say hi to Brooks. I think last week, was a fluke. I think he was just being nice. But at least I've talked to him. It's a start....

The other highlight of the night that was pee your pants funny. Was the cougar that kept trying to get the guys to dance. She focused in on Craig, since I grabbed Brooks' arm. Had to take one for the team. Oh darn! She was a stage 5 clinger...she kinda looked like a female version of the "The Twins" in Matrix Reloaded minus the dreadlocks...ROTFLMFAO!