Those days when you get a sick, sinking feeling and want to vomit. This is one of those days.

Sad. Very sad today.

Feeling horrible. This is one of my worst days.

N.O. Virgin

I am trying to recover from this crap I still have. It is not making getting ready for a trip fun at all. But I am looking forward to a mini-break.

Lookout New Orleans here I come!! I can't wait to get back to such a great city--it's been too long. Although, I am a little afraid of what the city will look like post-Katrina. Not just what it will look like, but the city's "spirit", its "vibe" if you will. For me, it always was a funky, rough-around-the-edges, but not-scary-at-all kind of city. I hope that it hasn't lost that thing it has that allowes one to strike up a conversation with anyone, anywhere and get a great story. New Orleans is full of great stories. Everyone has one. Some are funny. Some are heart-warming. Some heart-wrenching. And some just plain bullshit. Taking someone who has never been is going to be great. I hope that he enjoys it as much as I always have.

Cliff Diving

I wish that I felt better today. Just generally pretty funky. I can't put my finger on it exactly but I know it's a funkiness. Work is going very well, I hate to say it out loud but almost too busy. I also have a very promising job opportunity on the horizon but it's a scary proposition at the same time. It's disconcerting for me to think about giving up everything that I've worked so hard for even if the possibility of something truly big is there. Oh, standing on the edge of that big cliff--do I have what it takes to jump?

What the hell?

Being blocked from someone's blog makes a girl feel pretty special.

Gym-dandy

My fat ass joined a gym. That's really all you need to know.

Jesus, my family is cool.

I know everyone has missed me. But please rest easy - I am still alive. Feeling punier than ever but alive. Who knew that a body could hold so much stuff? Geez.

My sister is getting married tomorrow (yes, Thursday.) and even though her and the groom-to-be have been shacked up for about six months, they don't want to ruin their chances of a happy, successful marriage by seeing one another on the actual wedding day. So, my sister and neice are spending the night with my sick ass tonight. Makes perfect sense to me. I can only wait to see what a train-wreck of a wedding this thing turns out to be. The up note of the whole thing is that she is walking down the aisle to a Journey song. Yup, folks, Journey.

Pain in the Head

Killer headache today. I've been trying to shake it to no avail. I hope that I can get rid of it before this weekend. I've been told that the World's Greatest Hamburger awaits me on Friday.
And everyone knows you can't enjoy that with a headache.

Death Balls

Paula's Fried Butter Balls
Recipe courtesy Paula Deen

Ingredients
2 sticks butter
2 ounces cream cheese
Salt and pepper
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 egg, beaten
1 cup seasoned bread crumbs
Peanut oil, for frying

Baby names 2007

Pretty nice day here today, finally, some sustained sunshine and 65 degree weather. Yum.

I've been reading other blogs lately and laughing my ass off at some of the things written there. Most recently, fucked up parents who will name their kids anything:

• Sir Carring
• Sexiana
• Casanova
• Prinscessa
• Bambolina
• Hennessey Courvoisier
• Cobra (my personal favorite)