Scooters

It was a VERY eventful weekend. Lets start at the beginning, shall we?

I got out of work early on Friday (yay) and went home to help everyone prepare for the open house for Chris Owen (the artist whose work is all over the house). I basically just hung out with Chloe, which is just fine with me. Soooo once 4 o'clock came around.. the bottles of wine started coming out (which is also just fine with me). I hung out/ met a bunch of old people who live by us.. and were basically just curious about how the house looked inside. After a couple glasses of wine, it was time to smoke. So I had to watch out for the grandparents, smoke really fast, then try to act like I didn't smell like smoke (wine makes me think I can do anything. It also give me an intense perma grin... for a while). 9:30 came around... Aunt Caron had tripped up the stairs in front of granny and granddad, we had taken a tour of my boss' GORGEOUS house down the road, ate a lot of food.. and drank more wine. I talked to some lady for like 30 minutes. She was prolly the greatest person I have even seen be able to carry a conversation with someone.. without ever having that awkward silence. Ya know, the one where your wondering why your still standing there saying "yeah..okay. So.. the weathers nice, huh?" I hate doing that. But this woman just kept asking me questions.. and talking about things that were actually interesting. I found myself actually caring about what she had to say... and interested in her stories. Which is weird when your talking to someone you've never seen before.. at least for me.

So after we took the tour of my boss, Jim's, house we walked back to my house and left with Casey and Rat, who had come to pick us up (while we were waiting outside for Caron who was taking forever to come outside.. My Granddad came out.. bringing a bag of cigarette butts to throw away. He O so nicely commented on how it smelled like cigarettes, then told us that anyone who smoked should die. hmmm. That's nice. Thanks, Granddad. Of course we all laughed... because there are prolly about six of us smoking.. then here I am hacking up a lung because.. .well... I smoke. Chris.. oh so nicely.. commented on my cough saying "that's a pretty bad cough you've got there" after my granddad mentioned his ideas on people who smoke.. so that was very nice of him. So I guess my granddad does not approve of my habits. who'd a thunk?!

Once we got back to Caron's (and Casey got Chloe to sleep) we went outside to drink some beer and sit by a GREAT fire that Rat prepared. Tammy and Joy deiced to come back with us.. so we got to enjoy their company as well (I have found that Joy and I have a lot in common in terms of parents and interests.) Aunt Caron danced for us a couple times.. she also cried.. but she had some wine, so you can't blame her. I sooo wish everyone.. everywhere.. could have seen her dance. It was so funny.. he long brown hair was down over her face and she looked like she was high, dancing at wood stock '69. Then Casey started pole dancing on the porch... good times were had. Paw Steve went to bed early, which was prolly a good thing... he was supposed to go to the lake so we could have a girls night.. but he decided against it. That's fine, we all love Paw Steve.

Saturday...
My AMAZING cousins woke up at 6 in the morning to come here.. to drive three hours.. to get my stuff from St. Louis. How great is that?!?!?!
They called me... I didn't realize how big U-Hauls were. I couldn't get insurance on it... because I didn't bring enough money.. soooo i had to write down.. on two one inch lines, EVERYTHING that was wrong with this U-Haul.. there were like a million things wrong with it.. Hopefully they don't try to tell me something is my fault.. because I can't afford to fix a damn U-Haul. So I go the biggest one they had. It was the size of a small state. You could have a party for three hundred people in it (which is exactly what I wanted to do.. but the fire ended up being the place everyone hung out around). Sooo we drove to St. Louis.. the whole way there.. my stomach was gradually becoming more and more uneasy... I walked in the door, which was unlocked.. and looked around. We saw a pipe on the group with some pot.. hmmm interesting. Then Brady and Jon got to work taking the couches down stairs. Meanwhile, the new roommate (Tony) had seen them loading the couch into the giant sized U-Haul and called psycho Italian ass hole. He told Tony to call the cops. Tony told us that he had no desire to call the cops. "Daniel" had told him the furniture was his and if "Daniel" wanted him to call the cops, he would. Tony did not realize that I was still on the lease.. and could take anything I wanted.. and those were my intentions. So.. in the meantime, Jon and Brady had come up with a fabulous plan: Jon was okay with Tony about calling the cops and asked "Hey man, do you have any weed?" and Tony said "Yeah man, you wanna smoke some?" and Jon said "No dude, thanks. But now I know what to tell the cops when they show up." Sooo then you see Tony on his phone.. texting. Then he informs us that Dan doesn't want to call the cops. Apparently Tony and Dan are two dumb ass peas in a pod. Aside from all of that.. my once cute, clean apartment.. was so disgusting. It smelled like dog piss... and had shit (not literally) EVERYWHERE. I tend to be a clean person. kinda too clean sometimes... but this was bad, even for two guys with dogs. Dogs, I got to see Daisy Mae!!! She was sooo cute. I was bummed that I really wont ever be able to see her again... but I know that Psycho Italian ass hole will take car of her...

So while I'm having a nervous breakdown.. shoving everything into garbage bags.. Jon and Brady worked their asses off loading my stuff into the state of U-Haul (thanks so much guys, I couldn't ask for better people to be there for me). We got everything done in a very short amount of time. I was surprised. pIah doesn't have furniture, a bed or a TV... ha. ha. ha. fucker. I don't feel bad for him at all.

On the way back Cory and I looked for Mariah Carey for 3 1/2 hours. We were looking for the song "Always be my baby" on Pandora... we never heard it. It was really upsetting. That is our song. We sing the high notes, we move our arms.. we sing off key.. and really loud. I love it. Riding home, listening... no, singing obnoxiously to 90's love songs was good therapy. Cory said he was going to contact Pandora for not playing our song when we asked for it... You go, girl!!

The only real bad thing that happened.. We accidentally took Tony's bag and I left my keys there. But that is all figured out. We eventually got back to Caron's. Ate some Stromboli and started drinking beer (wonderful). Aunt Caron rode around in the wheel-barrow, pushed by Brady, a couple of times. She also fell out a couple of times. I helped Aiden draw some roads, houses and Grasey, Paw Steve and Tater on his cardboard boxes... We all got drunk and had a great time. When it was time to go to bed we ate some left over pizza.. and then I laughed more in a thirty minute time frame than I have ever laughed in my entire life. Casey was dancing around.. stripping.. while she was changing into her pajamas... and talking to Cory and I about every random thing she could think of. I don't think Cory and I stopped laughing for longer than ten seconds.

Sunday was tiring.. I unpacked everything.. and said good bye to my cousins. Watched the Wizard of Oz twice.. and this morning I am exhausted.. and Jim is getting on my nerves.

pIah has gone from super ass hole to oddly nice. He loooves me.. and always will (like I give a shit). And he doesn't want to take me to court anymore.. (he wanted to for a while.. the dumb ass finally realized there was nothing he could do). Jim is driving me nuts... He tries to talk to me through three door ways and a hall.. and gets mad when I don't hear him. then he asks me to come into his office so he can tell me something... that doesn't matter. I'm tired and in a good mood. I want to take a shower, get my nails done.. and read my book.. maybe open my Cosmo.. that I have had for two weeks... and have not gotten a chance to look at (even though.. I wont be using their sex tips... that really do work.. for a while). hahaha oooo pooor mee I know!!!

Also, I think I should mention the weather and how much it sucks. gross. I hate rain.

Also.. I have decided that my decision to quit smoking.. its gonna be a while.. sorry lungs.

O and sorry I don't have any pictures.. I will in a couple of days when I can steal them from someones facebook.

something that made me laugh just now.. when writing these.. you can put labels on them.. so you know what they are about. One of the examples is "scooters." Who the hell writes about scooters!?!?! I mean really?!?! that's so common, its under the examples?!?! NO. I'm using it.. because now, I guess mine is about scooters too.