"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping

Even my dog doesn't like me anymore. She's chewing her raw hides, the very same raw hides I might add that have been sitting neglected around the upstairs for months. She's suddenly interested in them again. Or perhaps she'd rather be doing anything than hanging out with me. We had a great game of Dirty Bitch, which consists of me hiding on the stairs and "goosing" her (as I call her a dirty bitch, and old lady, and stinky butt... and things like that) until she gets scared and gives up. Except she didn't get scared tonight, she just got mad... and then got even. So maybe I used up all my cool points on that because I have now become the pariah of the household.

I spent the day eating and seeing friends. I woke up, ate a small turkey sandwich (of the mapley, peppery persuasion) and chugged a Diet DP. Then I met Sarah T for lunch at Baker Bro's (somewhere neither of us had been before). We had a good 3 hour long chat before she had to head out of dodge. After a peaceful tanning session I rolled my old bones back home, where I decided I should bake some cookies. Chocolate chunk pecan was the winner (paired with some Flamin' Hot Fritos... because if there are FHF anywhere in a 5 mile radius I will hunt them down and introduce them to their maker). Not too long after that I met up with Jacq, Glen and Susie, and Brandon at Caprock Cafe for a cheeseburger in paradise. Now please make a note that I really wasn't that hungry, but Jacq had never been to Caprock and I'm never one to pass up an opportunity for a delectable cheeseburger. Tack on a few beers and I was pushing max cap. Next was Roller Derby, and what Bout is complete without a gigantic beer? I partook. Then of course we topped off the night with an after party at Wookiee's mom's house. I felt the need to finish off the day with some veggies, snack crackers, homemade pico and chips, sweet tea, orange balls and a heaping bowl of grits. I will be full for days. This is like Thanksgiving full, and there's just no coming back from that. Yes it was a good day, filled with good friends, good food and good TV. Even after a day like today I am still unsettled. Sometimes even when love and acceptance wash over you in abundance there are still pieces missing.

Example: I love mint chocolate chip ice cream, but no matter how good that ice cream is, if the chips are missing it's not the same. All the positive things fall away to the sides, because the thing you really wanted isn't there. Today was a missing chip day. And even though there are better chips out there (chips that understand and can appreciate the importance of being the chips in the mint chocolate and respect the mint chocolate and it's feelings) I still miss my chips. Chips got tired of me, just like Emmy..... damn dogs.

Random thread on a Fry Day night

This chair has been broken for years. Why haven't I bought a new one? Because I'm cheap - no, not cheap, maybe just lazy? I'm searching for a good word for 'easy to please', but all I'm getting are Coldplay lyrics. I like Coldplay, if I listened to new music more often they would be in the front running for favorite. As it were I'm listening to the Traveling Wilburys and drinking some whiskey and diet dr. pepper. I don't necessarily like whiskey, but I have what is basically a full bottle of Seagram's resting in my freezer. It's original purpose was for hot tottis while I was battling a particularly nasty case of the sniffles a few months back. The totti managed me through a Josh Abbott concert. I must've had too many considering the only way to make it through anything of the Texas Country persuasion is to be blind drunk. I wasn't there for the music though, I was there for the company. Coincidentally, the whiskey lasted longer than the relationship - not that that's really any indication. I'm about as good with dating as I am in replacing broken chairs...or drinking whiskey. What makes it better? Ice cream. Speaking of ice cream, I polished off a pint of Blue Bell Mint Chocolate Chip today on my lunch hour. The secret to a good MCC, is the chips. Because really, the actual ice cream portion is just bright green nonsense, but the chips... the chips are where the magic is, and Blue Bell has put a spell on me. I'd like some more, but a full trip to Wal-Mart does not appeal to me (or the 8 oz of Diet DP and whiskey in my system), and Dairy Queen is already closed. Why do they close so early? Is it a budgeting issue? For those of you in Lubbock, you might recall a few years ago (I think it was more like 10, but whatevs) the majority of the DQs in town turned to McDonalds. I suppose this was the proverbial writing on the wall... tell it to my dipped cone. And speaking of Dairy Queen, surely you've all heard the story of the time we loaded up in the family wagon and took a trip to the ol' Texas Stop Sign. I was about 4, and my favorite treat was a Dilly Bar. Now see, there's the Dilly Bar on the stick, and then there's that weird Dilly Bar patty thing in a little wax paper bag. I didn't like that one, I wanted my Dilly Bar on a stick, damnit. Even at the tender age of 4 I didn't trust the woman working the window to get my order right, so I took it upon myself to specify. I leaned over my mom's shoulder and shouted into the pick up window, "I want a Dilly Bar on a dick!" Ahhh yes. It seems I had my priorities sorted out even then. Now this is me, being the bigger person... I think. I'm trying to do the opposite of what usually happens in these situations, so it stands to reason that I am making a good decision. Just call me thirty, flirty and thriving - except I'm not thirty. That's you. Have fun with that.