GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!

Do you ever get songs stuck in your head? This happens to me ALL the time, and I end up singing all day long. And, you know what, it wouldn't bother me so much if I knew all the words to the songs that get stuck in my cranium. Sadly, all I can ever remember is the damn chorus. It reminds me of my friend, Laura, when we were in high school she had On the Road Again stuck in her head all four years. We would be sitting at my house and she would look at one of us and she would sing, "On the road again." The she would say, "Why won't that song get out of my head?" And I totally feel the pain that she was going through. And, the songs that get stuck in my head are not normal songs. The one that gets stuck the most is Cabaret. And all I end up singing is, "Life is a cabaret, old chum. Come to the cabaret!" because those are the only words I know. Well, today, I woke up with Don't it Make My Brown Eyes Blue by Crystal Gale going through my head. But all I know is...

Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes...BLUE

And then I hear the piano.

I have no idea why this song is stuck up there, but it's driving me nuts. And, I want all of you to go insane also...

Don't it Make My Brown Eyes Blue - Crystal Gayle

Don't know when I've been so blue
Don't know what's come over you
You've found someone new
And don't it make my brown eyes blue

I'll be fine when you're gone
I'll just cry all night long
Say it isn't true
And don't it make my brown eyes blue

Tell me no secrets, tell me some lies
Give me no reasons, give me alibis
Tell me you love me and don't make me cry
Say anything but don't say goodbye

I didn't mean to treat you bad
Didn't know just what I had
But, honey, now I do

And don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue

Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue

Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue

Until next time...

Mandy

Why does my hair fight me?

I have extremely thick and curly hair. Thank God someone invented the Chi iron! Last night I took a shower and decided that it would be OK to go to sleep with my hair wet...REALLY BAD DECISION. When I woke up this morning I looked like the Wild Woman from Borneo. (Total Nannyism.) Seriously, the right side of my bangs were standing straight up and the rest of my hair was LARGE! I thought to my self, "Oh well, I flat iron it and all will be good again." And all was good again, except for one piece of hair...

I ran the flat iron over this one strand of hair at least 10 times. I finally got sick of messing with it, so I just tucked it under another piece of hair. If you have any suggestions on how to fix this in the future, please send them my way!

Until next time...

Mandy

And to top it all off, I have total man hands in this picture.

Sending a Big Happy Birthday to...

The Sister!!!

Yes, this will make Laura feel especially old.

My dear, sweet, baby sister is turning the BIG 2 9 today. I think she has decided to go backwards with her birthdays after this one.

Megan,

Hope you have an awesome day!

Love ya,

Mandy

A Story for Diana

Back in my early 20's, I was a pretty heavy drinker. (I know, shocking isn't it?) Well, one night my friend Terry and I were on the phone and decided we wanted to go out. But where to go? We decided that we were going to go to the gay bars over off of Montrose. So I got up, got ready and headed over to Terry's house. Once I get there, we decided to make a plan of attack. We were going to start with The Mining Company then head over to JR's then end the night with dancing at Heaven. (For those of you who live in Houston, the mention of the club Heaven should tell you how long ago this was...pre-fire.)

So, we get down there and park on a side street and start walking toward the bars. I have to take a minute to explain the outfit I had on. It was a long, lime green dress with big flowers on it and I wore these platform shoes that have about a 4 inch heel on them. (I am 5'8" barefoot, add 4" to that and that makes me about 6'2".) As we were walking down the residential street, a guy said something to me (I can't remember what he said) but Terry and I both looked at each other and started laughing, apparently the guy thought I was a DRAG QUEEN. I know, awesome, right! So, we get to The Mining Company and have a drink, I was on a massive dirty martini kick back then...I still love them, I just don't drink them as much. We decided there wasn't much going on over there, so we headed over to JR's, I think I drank like 7 or 8 martinis in a very short time frame and I think we did a couple of shots between the drinks. By this time I'm feeling pretty good. Then we decide we are ready to go dancing! Then Terry looks at me and asks, "Have you ever been to Riches?" And I slurred, "No, why?" He then told me that he thought we would have more fun over there. So, off we go to Riches.

Now, while we are driving, I really start to feel the effects of all the vodka I had consumed. I made mention of this to Terry and all we did was laugh. We were on a mission, get drunk and dance into the wee hours of the night. We were well on our way to accomplishing the first half of this mission. (Me more so than him, he told me he would take it easy since he was driving.)

We get to Riches and we walk in the front door and all I can see is the strobe light. I looked at Terry and said, "I've got to get out of here, the strobe light is making me sick." He told me to shut my eyes and he took me by the hand and rushed me through the throngs of people to the outside patio. Once we were out there I opened my eyes, but I still felt sick. I told Terry I needed some water. So he picked me up and sat me in the large planter behind me. He looked around and found this little guy and asked him to watch me while he went to get me some water. The little guy was very sweet. He opened up to me like I was Oprah. He started telling me how he was bisexual and that he hadn't told his girlfriend yet and how she was going to freak out, blah, blah blah. In my drunken stupor, I just looked at him and told him he should tell her, she might take it better than he thinks, and in the end she would be glad that he was honest with her. By this time, Terry is back with a bottle of water. I take a couple of sips and look at him and ask, "Do you think they would be mad if I puked in their planter?" Terry got me out of the planter and walked me to the ladies room, there was one problem...the line for the ladies room was wrapped around the bar. So, Terry assessed the situation and came to the conclusion that we were going to have to go in the men's room. So Terry takes me into a stall, and I assume the throw up position. Picture this, if you will, I am in a dress, on my hands and knees, in a men's room, at a gay bar, puking my guts up...it was not one of my finer moments. Luckily Terry was there holding my hair back. After all the evil was out, I stood up, smoothed my dress out, rinsed my mouth out with the water Terry had bought, wiped the tears and mascara out from under my eyes, looked at Terry and said, "OK, let's go dance!"

The rest of the night, we danced our asses off. And, it's a story we always laugh about when we get together.

Until next time...

Mandy

Wish Me Luck

I am going to call on a customer on Van Road. I should be OK since the Goat Man and the Satanists only come out at night.

Until next time...

Mandy

*Just so you all know, I'm back at my office and there was not one sighing of the half man/half goat and there were no pentagrams to speak of.

Happy Veterans Day!

Go hug a veteran today!

Until next time...

Mandy

I have a question...

Now that we are two days past the election, I've calmed down quite a bit. Looking back, Obama's victory was an ENORMOUS milestone for this country. Believe me, I get it. This is one of those times in history when children will ask you, "What were you doing when you found out that Obama was elected President?" Laura commented on my last post that everything will be okay, and I hope she's right. She also made the comment that He seems to actually want to do things to help the country. But, isn't that why someone runs for President? I mean, when George W. Bush was elected, I don't think he moved his clothes into the White House closet and looked at Laura Bush and said, "You know what, I think I'm going to start a couple of wars and hopefully start another depression." There are several blogs that I read and the majority of them are very far left. And you know what bothers me the most is the fact that if you are anything but liberal, they basically think that you're stupid. That only people that are racist, uneducated, and fanatical Christians would vote for a Republican. I will say that Laura (my friend not Bush) and and I are on totally opposite ends of the spectrum on our political views, but never once have I said that she was wrong or stupid for what she believes...and to my knowledge she has never said anything like that about me. So, to those of you who are democrats out there, Congratulations! I am happy for y'all, but watch out in 2010!!! ;)

So, on to my question. For the last two days all I have heard and read is how historical Obama's win was on Tuesday, and I agree, but if McCain had won it would have been just as historical because it would have been the first time a woman would have held the office of Vice President. My question is, would everyone be as celebratory over the accomplishment for women? Think about it, it's been less than 100 years since we were granted the right to vote and we would have had a woman Vice President. Would the feminists be out hugging everyone, jumping up and down and celebrating?

Here's another question, what if the first black President would have been a republican? What if, instead of Obama, the President Elect was Alan Keyes or Colin Powell? Would it still be viewed as uniting the country and breaking down racial barriers?

This is not me being angry Mandy or sore loser Mandy, I really want to know. So, please delurk and let me know what you think.

Until next time...

Mandy

P.S. Last political post for a while.

"Hope" & "Change"

I'm sure those of you who know me personally know that I'm not the happy, chipper Mandy I normally am.

I went into this election knowing that Obama would most likely be our next president, but I still held on to the hope that McCain would win. I thought I had prepared myself for the obvious outcome, but as I flipped from Fox News to ABC News to CNN I realized I hadn't prepared enough. When I watched John McCain give his concession speech, I sat on my couch and cried. I went to bed before Obama spoke, I couldn't watch it. This has been a long and emotional election and I am glad that it is finally over, even though I am not happy with the outcome. I can't say that I'm not a little worried, a Democrat President, Senate and Congress, but hopefully things will work out. President Elect Obama has promised a lot of "hope" and change" to the American public, we will see if he will make good on his promises or if it will be another "Read my lips, no new taxes" scenario. (I don't make anywhere near $250,000, we shall see if my taxes go down.)

To the Republicans...we have got to get our shit together. I'm not sure when the face of the Republican party turned into a shirtless, overall wearing, one tooth in his head, quit school in the 5th grade Jim Bob, but apparently this is how we are viewed. Let's take the next two years and regroup and hopefully 2010 will be a repeat of 1994.

Until next time...

Mandy

Happy Voter Day!!!

I love Voter Day! (That's what I call it.) I go around all day telling people, "HAPPY VOTER DAY!" I am usually giddy all day.

Please go and vote. I don't care if it's for McCain or Obama, just go and vote!

Until next time...

Mandy

It's Unhealthy I Tell Ya!

I have developed an unhealthy celebrity crush. You probably won't believe it when I reveal who it is. Mainly, because most women are all ga ga over Brad Pitt or David Beckham or George Clooney etc...

I've mentioned that I have never really been attracted to the "pretty boy," I tend to fall for the lovable goof that can make me laugh. With that being said, I have had a celebrity crush on this guy since I saw The 40 Year Old Virgin...

Seth Rogen!!!

I think he is just about the CUTEST thing I have ever seen. And I really believe it's turning unhealthy. A week ago, I watched Knocked Up two days in a row and now I'm on a mission to purchase every DVD I can find with him in it. Whenever I see an article that he is mentioned in, I have to read it. The other day, Mom was at my house and she was looking through the magazines I keep on the bottom level of my coffee table and asked me why I had a GQ. I just looked at her and said, "Hello, Seth Rogen is on the cover." I actually felt sadness when I read that he had a girlfriend...you know, because I would SOOOO have a chance.

So, Seth Rogen, if you are out there reading your daily fix of Mainly Mandy...Call me!

Until next time...

Mandy