Thursday, April 30, 2009

Life has been rather rough lately.

I feel as if life is not on my side lately. I'll give you the rundown.


Friday, April 17, 2009 - I did my monthly weigh-in and found that I had gained two pounds and an inch. ARGHHH! When I got home I found a notice on my door saying that there would be a crew working on the apartments. The would be scraping paint off the outside, but we did not need to remove anything from our patios. (This comes into play later in this post.)

Saturday, April 18, 2009 - I understand about April showers bringing May flowers, but the rain storm we got on the 18th was RI-GOD DAMN-DICULOUS! The parking lot of my apartment flooded all the way to the frame of my car and we lost power for a couple of hours. There is only so much you can talk to your dog about. I looked around my apartment and saw all the liquor on my "booze cart" and then I realized..."Damn, I don't have anything to mix any of that with." (I am not a big enough booze hound to drink liquor straight.) So, I took a candle over to my fridge and found I had one Smirnoff Ice. Luckily, the lights came on after I finished milking the Smirnoff. The parking lot was still flooded, so I put a bottle of wine in fridge and had a couple of glasses while I watch "The Holiday."



Friday, April 24, 2009 - I didn't get home until 10:30p and my mom was at my apartment watching Rogen. (I didn't come home after work, so she came by, let him out of his kennel, walked him and stayed at my house until I got home.) While I was driving home, another rainstorm came through the Houston area. So, this time I wasn't sitting at my home watching the rain, I WAS DRIVING IN IT. (Here's a Mandy fun fact: I HATE DRIVING IN RAIN! It makes me a nervous wreck!) I finally get home and start to turn in my parking lot and low and behold...THE PARKING LOT IS FLOODED AGAIN! So, I drive to the parking lot next door, I park in front of one of the stores and decide to walk next to the building, under the awning and then run from the side of the building to my apartment. Once I get to the end of the building I realize...There's a fucking wall built so I have to walk back around the wall and make a run for it. So, I start running and find out that the patch of grass between the strip center and my apartments has ankle deep water. So, I'm running, in ballet flats, in ankle deep water, trying not to get splashed by the idiot drivers going down Nasa Road 1 and I finally make it to the apartment's property, that's when I noticed the water was no longer up to my ankles...it was half-way up my shin. (I probably should mention the lightning. I just knew that a lightning bolt was going to strike me while I was standing in shin deep water!) I finally made it to my front door, I was drenched, I was out of breathe and I was sure that my Ed Hardy purse had been ruined! (Luckily, it dried out and is just fine!)

Monday, April 27, 2009 - I get home from work and notice that a lot of paint has been scraped off my apartment. I think to myself, "Hmmm, I wonder when they're going to paint?" I walk into my home, go up the stairs, let Rogen out of his Kennel and notice something odd...The shelf hanging on the wall is empty. I walk over to where it is hanging and find everything that was on the shelf is now on the floor...AND BROKEN! A ballerina music box that was a gift from my mother, a porcelain ballet slipper, a candle holder and a lead crystal clock. I decided to investigate...I walked outside and noticed that there was a board with no paint on it in the same spot as the shelf. I have called my apartments and apparently I have to contact the regional manager. I'm not sure what they can do, but you don't expect to come home and find your things broken on the floor.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 - I am sitting on my couch watching Dancing with the Stars and DVR'ing 90210 and all of a sudden my electricity goes out. I think to myself, "Hmmm, it's not raining, I wonder what the problem is." So, I take Rogen outside and we try to get to the bottom of what's going on. Come to find out, an electrical wire has caught on fire and blew out a transformer. (This is how it was explained to me.) So, I call my mom and tell her what's going on and she tells me to get Rogen and come over to her house. So, I have to get my stuff together...contact case, glasses, face cleaner, contact solution, hair brush and ROGEN'S KENNEL. It really isn't easy trying to get a kennel in the backseat of a mustang, but somehow I did it...YAY ME! We arrive at the mother's home and luckily she has DVR'ed Dancing with the Stars, but not 90210. Around 10p I go to sleep on her couch.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009 - I wake up, let Rogen out of his kennel, fix a cup of coffee, take Rogen outside, come back in, stretch with my arms up in the air, and then...PAIN! I have thrown my back out...BY STRETCHING! So, I call into work and end up spending the entire day laying on my couch.

I'm at work today...I hope your life is going better than mine.

Until next time...

Mandy

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

A Work in Progress

Saturday night, I was sitting at home and flipping through the channels. The only thing that was on that looked remotely interesting was The Holiday. I know what you're thinking, "Yuck, sappy chick flick!" And you are right, it was a sappy chick flick, but I am a chick and I sometimes like my flicks of the sappy variety. There was a line in the movie that struck me...

"in the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend. "

And this statement is absolutely true! You should be the leading lady of your life, and I think I was at one time. There was a time when I wouldn't leave the house without being presentable, sitting at home on the weekends was not an option and I had no clue what fear of rejection meant. Somewhere down the line I lost myself and I'm not sure when and where that happened. It seems like as I've gotten older I have become frumpy and boring and have gotten in the habit of thinking that something extraordinary is going to happen to me while I'm sitting in my apartment playing with my dog.

This is no longer acceptable. It is time to let go of the regrets, the what if's, and the why not me's. I am done feeling sorry for myself. I will not wait for life to come and find me. I AM GOING TO BE THE LEADING LADY IN MY LIFE!

I was telling Lyndon about how this one line brought on this "epiphany" and he asked me, "So, what's the name of the movie that is your life?" And you know what, I'm not sure what the name should be or what it will end up being, but for right now, I'll just call it "A Work In Progress."

Until next time...

Mandy

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Mad Libs Monday

This Monday our guest Mad Libber is Mr. Sublime Enigma.



THE PROM


If there's a melody you can't seem to get out of your ear or a song running through your big toe, then bring your feet to this year's greedy prom. As usual, our carrot will be held in our high school queen. A dress code will be observed. No one will be admitted wearing jumpy or torn swings. Girls must wear a castle and boys must wear a dress shirt and a vagina. As always, hot walnuts will be served, and there will be infectious prizes and an award for the best jumping couple. The blue dance committee is also proud to announce that every girl who attends will receive a shoe to pin to her horse, and every boy will receive a complimentary gnome.


Thank you Mr. Enigma.


If you'd like to participate, leave a message with your email address. And if there are no takers, if you're my friend and I have your phone number and/or your email address, watch out...you could be my next mad libber!


Until next time...


Mandy


Mad Libs are a registered trademark of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Mad Lib Monday

Featuring D.G! Luckily, she's as nasty as I am.

1-800- PSYCHIC
Psychics are testicles who are sensitive to the supernatural forces happening in this slimy world. It is believed that psychics can predict such things as the name of the vibrator you are going to marry or what your mom is humping for dinner. If you want to talk to a dead turd or a dearly departed dingleberry, a psychic can arrange a seance. Everyone sits around an ashtray in a horny room as the psychic goes into an anal bead and contacts the spirit of your hairy relative. Psychics also use their abilities to help police catch butt plugs. Today you can watch psychics on wet television and call in for information that will help you solve your dildos.
Thanks for participating, D.G. Come back next week, our guest Mad Libber will be Sublime Enigma.
Until next time...
Mandy
Mad Libs are a registered trademark of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

That Explains the Self-Esteem Issues

Apparently, I look like a girl who is perfectly fine with people pointing out her flaws.

There is a convenience store right down the road from my office. I will not lie, I have gone there quite a bit. But, here recently, I don't go as often because I'm trying to lose weight...and convenience stores are chock full of yumminess that fat girls can't resist. I started working out about a month and a half ago, and I've had people tell me that they can tell that I have lost some weight. And then, this happened...

I walk into the convenience store to buy a Diet Coke and some Cheetos. (I know, Cheetos aren't good for you, but I don't eat them that often anymore and they really sounded good today.) So, I go to the front and lay my items on the counter...

Mandy: Hey Singh! How are you today
Singh: *rubbing his stomach* About as good as you are.
Mandy: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Singh: That we both eat good.
Mandy: What are you talking about, I've been working out and have lost some weight.
Singh: You don't work out.
Mandy: Mother Fucker, yes I do.
Singh: Oh...
Mandy: Thanks for calling me fat.
Singh: I wasn't calling you fat, I just said that you ate well.
Mandy: Mmmhmmm.

So, I have Willie that calls me Clydesdale, the waxing lady that tells me I have "lot hair," and now Convenience Store Singh telling me I'm fat.

Apparently, I'm a beast.

Until next time...

Mandy

Sunday, April 5, 2009

MAD LIBS MONDAY!

I've decided to start something new...MAD LIB MONDAYS!!!


This is how this is going to work...


1. Leave a comment on Friday with your email address.

2. I will email you the list of blank spaces.

3. Email your answers back to me.

4. Your Mad Libs story will be published that Monday.


I think this might be a lot of fun...and REALLY FUNNY!


Here's an example of one that Terra and I did.


Words in the blanks will be Red.


A SPOOKY, SCARY, SLIMY STORY

It was a dark and oozing night. the wind was fucking through the trees, and off in the distance wolves were howling at the cunt. I wanted to get home as fast as my twats could carry me. My poonanie was pounding, and my breath was coming in pulsing gasps. Suddenly, I felt the infested hand of a clam touch my neck, and I screamed merrily. The monster lifted me off the banana hammock and threw me onto the hairy ground. Then, with his hungry hands, he tried to muff-dive the cock out of me. I screamed so loudly, I woke up every dumbstick in the forest. My scream awakened me, too - I was having a slimy nightmare.

OK, what do y'all think? Fun...or dumb?

Until next time...

Mandy

MAD LIBS are a registered trademark of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

You Don't Remember Me???

I checked my mail this morning, it has been a while since I had made my way to the mailboxes so I had an overabundance mail. Amongst all the junk mail and advertisements, there was a small yellow envelope. I wondered, "Hmmm, who sent me a card?" I opened the envelope and pulled out the card, opened it and this is what it said...

Happy Birthday! Bring this card in and receive $10.00 off your next hair service. Heart, Mary!

OK, I will first point out that my birthday was on March 8th, and the postmark was March 27th. Now I'm going to point out that this card was from Untangled. Yes, the same place that made me cry so hard that when I spoke to my mother, she thought someone had died. The very same place that made me look like I popped popcorn in the 400 hall. The hell-hole where the bitch works that proceeded to get attitude with me because I was not happy that she cut the middle of my bangs so short they wouldn't even lay down...they just stuck straight out.

My bangs are just now getting to a point that I think something can be done with them, so I think I might email Mindy and see if she can make them look presentable. But, I'm contemplating whether I should walk into Untangled before I go to Mindy's, with my hair looking all freaky, and throwing this card at them, pointing to my head and yell, "TAKE ME OFF YOUR FUCKING MAILING LIST!"

Hmmm...decisions, decisions.

Until next time...

Mandy