the costume parties

October 29th, 2006 , 1:59 pm

Well, our costumes were a success. Both at my uncle’s costume party, and the company party I mentioned in a previous entry. I had a great time at the company party. My uncle had promised a costume contest, but that never happened. But last night’s party?? Well… last night’s party was…FUN.

The manager who throws this party every year had the entire house and patio decorated with tons of stuff. Spider webs, bats, skeletons, ghosts, bones, mummies, ghouls, you name it, he pretty much had it. He had two tents set up in the back and two open bars. The music wasn’t too loud, and most everyone stood or sat around telling jokes or holding a conversation. I felt like an adult. I also got to have a little drink. I had half a coke & rum (it was coconut rum, nice and sweet). Then I was invited to have some tequila. I made myself a tequila sunrise and was going back to my seat when the ladies standing there (my boss’s wife and one of the other manager’s wife) insisted I stay and do a “chug” with them. I said “I can’t chug this, look how full it is!” so she makes me another drink, with a double-shot of tequila, and just a little orange juice… “for color”.  So I chug with them and make it back to my seat. Where I’m greeted with laughter and cheers in congrats for participating.

About thirty minutes later the same ladies decide it’s time for more. So they bring me what may have been 2 1/2 or 3 shots — and again, a little orange juice for color.  While they weren’t looking, I mixed it in with my half-empty cup of sunrise and pour a little back into the “chug cup”.

“1… 2…. 3!!” And I slammed it back.  After that, I couldn’t drink much else. Every sip of my sunrise reignited my belly, so I just sat back and enjoyed the buzz. We left shortly thereafter, and I have to admit that I was a little drunker than I wanted to be. That’s a lot of tequila for one hour. On the way home I was chatty and giggly and… well, drunk.  I talked my husband into stopping at a mcdonald’s for a soda, “just a soda, please I’m thirsty!” and then when we pulled up to order I also asked for a cheeseburger. He was promised a bite of the cheeseburger.

We continue home and after I’ve put the last bite into my mouth, I realized that I had yet to give him a bite. And mid-chew I began to laugh loudly and half-choked myself with the burger. I turned to my husband, apologizing about not giving him a bite, and obnoxiously opened my mouth and asked “You still want a bite? It’s not been chewed too much yet!” I then laughed some more, finished chewing and swallowed.

*sigh* Yes, I am a silly, happy drunk. So is Miss Debbie, the boss’s wife. It’s a standing joke. Once she’s had a few, it becomes a time to visit EVERYBODY and tell them how much she loves them. I don’t do that, but I do tell jokes that I usually wouldn’t tell at a company party.

For example, after I’d had my second “chug” I had the courage to say:

“Here’s a joke that my dad told me. A penguin is driving along and his car breaks down in a little town. It’s taken to the mechanic’s shop and the guy says ‘I’ll take a look at it, you go looking around and be back in 30 minutes.’ Okay, so the penguin waddles around, and on his way back he gets himself an ice cream cone. And of course, the little penguin got it all over himself, ’cause penguins don’t have thumbs. When he get’s back to the shop, the mechanic says ‘Well I gotta tell you, it looks like you blew a seal,’ and the penguin replies ‘Naw, it’s just a little ice cream.’”

The reason that I normally wouldn’t tell that joke is because I wasn’t sure who was conservative and who wasn’t. But at that particular point, conservatives didn’t cross my mind. I think I lost a few points with one of the managers, but that’s okay. The rest of them laughed. Then one of the other managers said “Ok, she told a bad joke, are we allowed to tell bad ones now?” and after some hesitancy it was confirmed that no, he could not tell any bad jokes. Apparently he knew a few, and no one wanted to hear them again. :)

Anyway, it was great fun and I look forward to next years. I have no idea what we’ll go as, but it will be a blast. That much is sure!

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Embryonic stem-cells, MJF and Ass Limbaugh

October 26th, 2006 , 8:41 pm

I have heard a lot in the past couple of days about this massive debate on embryonic stem cell research. Most recently about the commercials made by Michael J. Fox and the response from Rush Limbaugh.

Firstly let it be said that I love MJF. He is a great man, and has a huge heart. He has admitted, as it was pointed out, that he sometimes does not take meds to show what some of the side effects could be of Parkinson’s. The man has had it for 15 years! It will probably take him over. Parkinson’s, as most know, is a very invasive and eventually uncontrolled disease. He advocates a research that he believes in, and I applaud him for not cowering away from speaking his mind on the subject.

Secondly, I already dislike Rush Limbaugh. While he is a conservative, which I am as well (only God knows why), he can be such a condescending ass. The man should be smart and leave anything to do with medication out of his vocabulary for a while, considering he was doped up from an internet pill-popping addiction. (I could write tons about that as well — I used to work for one of those companies.) He is constantly making statements that are extreme, radical, completely uncalled for. He makes me as a conservative Republican/non-partisan look like an extremist. An extremist I am not, I can promise you that. “He is an actor after all,” he said. What a jerk! MJF has a reputation that is held by everyone as being honest and a man of family and home.

Lastly, I’m sure you’re just dying to know what my take is on embryonic stem cell research… and I’ll tell you. While I am willing to learn more about possible cures for any and all diseases, I do recognize the sanctity of human life. I did a little light reading and researching on this matter, and embryonic stem cell research destroys the embryo. A little future being is lost. Think of all the people, the artists, the doctors, the lawyers, the maintenance crew, the big and the small people… people who could find the cure for AIDS or lung cancer or whatever else. Think of all the potential people who have died from abortion. How many abortions have there been? Have no idea. A lot of undocumented cases. I can understand the reason for wanting the abortion, but I oppose it because of my religious beliefs. Life begins at conception. That’s what I need to know to help me make the decision on this issue.

I have learned a few small things about stem cell research and there are no real proven theorums showing that embryonic stem cells are working. The strong case is that “adult” stem cells should show more promise because there would be no immunization problems with the implantation of the stem cells in your system, because the stem cells would be your own from bone marrow or something.

This is my understanding and belief. I can salute MJF for speaking on his beliefs, and I have always advocated not slamming my beliefs down someone else’s throat, but if I were to be asked to vote on embryonic stem cell research, you know what I’d vote. If that is disappointing to you… well… please read my “No Garbage” disclaimer page and stop visiting my blog. :)

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My costume is here, my costume here!!

October 20th, 2006 , 6:52 pm

whoopee!! hehe

My costume came in the mail today, it’s gorgeous, and made just right for my buxom self. I am putting a pic in here to show it off. I also bought a mask that I will be wearing with the dress (kind of a gothic masquerade type costume this year… hubby will be wearing a half-mask and a black cape. Phantom style. :) )

Anyway, here it is!!!

my costume!!

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*sniff* AAaaahhh. smell the autumn

October 11th, 2006 , 9:36 pm

It’s finally cooling off down here. We have been graced with some “cool” fronts, creating highs in the 80’s instead of the 90’s, which means no more insta-Kris melting when I get into my car after work. That’s always nice.

I’m looking forward to the end of this month. One of the managers at work is hosting a FABULOUS Halloween Costume Party on the 28th. I’m still trying to talk Sarel into going, let alone dressing up. Maybe we’ll be piratey-gypsy folks. Maybe he won’t come to the party again this year. :) He always keeps me on my toes, my love does. Last year I went as an escaped mental patient — I had my hair sticking out, a ripped shirt, sweatpants, slippers and “chewed through” restraints. You know, the kind that they use in the nuthouse. In “medical” blue with heavy nylon straps and super-strong, double-overlapping velcro. Yeah. I was done up well enough, and without my glasses. The result? A couple of my co-workers didn’t recognize me. Oh, and the boss’ wife either. She had spent time chatting with me at both of her husband’s birthday parties before this particular shindig, but without my typical hairdo, glasses, and a white-white made-up face, she didn’t realize who I was at first.

That was awesome.

Anyway, this is probably an inappropriate “first entry”, but I have had so many “first entries”, that I am more interested in immediately writing than facetiously creating a welcome blog entry that is boring and would probably prove me to be less amusing than I believe myself to be.

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