coherently chaotic.

One of my favorite things to do is read my horoscope in the Gazette. I don’t obsess over it (surprisingly) but if I see one, I always grab it – just to see what some stranger says about everyone that was born between July 23 and August 22, myself included. If I like them, I am convinced that they are true. If they are not good then I just ignore them and pretend I never read them.

I, for some reason, just looked online for my horoscope today and it said something about me being more famous in the coming months than ever before…and then had this poem…which I think is pretty darn fantastic…so I wanted to share it with you all.

This is the actual horoscope:

One way or another, you will be more famous in the coming months than you’ve ever been before. That might mean you’ll become better known or more popular . . . or it could take a different turn. To tease out the nuances, let’s draw on Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem “Famous.”

The river is famous to the fish.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.

Here’s to being famous! Hope everyone is having an incredible week.

xxoo

TJ

I got off of work an hour early this afternoon and decided to take myself to the bookstore. I walked around aimlessly for a bit and then wandered over to books about traveling. I’ve become kind of obsessed with Georgia lately (the country, not the state) and I wanted to see if there was, by chance, a book about it. As I was standing there with my head turned completely sideways, reading title after title, I heard a man’s voice say, You going to Europe? I smiled and just said, Nope! I don’t know about you, but I don’t go to the bookstore to chit chat. I go there to look at books. I assumed this was only logical. Apparently this guy did not get the memo. Why, you ask? Because this is how the rest of our conversation went:

Him: I went to Europe once.

TJD: hmm.

Him: I went to Amsterdam, Paris and Rome.

TJD: Cool.

Him. I got real high in Amsterdam.

TJD: Most people do.

Him: Yeah, I got lost. Really lost. I almost didn’t find my hotel.

TJD: hmm. scary.

Him: I passed out in the back of a cab.

TJD: Well, looks like you made it.

Him: I wasn’t by the red light district. Do you know where the red light district is?

TJD: Yep.

Him: I wasn’t there. I was about thirty minutes from there. Someone woke me up and helped me get back to my hotel. I almost didn’t make it. I was so high.

TJD: Welp, have a good one!

Mind you, I never turned my head to answer him, I kept looking straight ahead, hoping he would get the clue. He didn’t. I felt about as awkward as I would if I’d been standing next to Spencer Pratt and looking at a book on crystals.

In case you were wondering, Barnes and Noble does NOT have any books about Georgia. Hmmph. Back to reading about it on the internet.

xxoo

TJ

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I failed. I know.

I think I’m just going to amend my resolution. I’m going to blog 4-5 times per week. That’s better than nothing!

I worked late Thursday and Friday and then had a double header at Ednas, Friday and Saturday.

We had a birthday party for the twins on Sunday and then I had a blow out….which led to me not getting home last night until after 7:00 because I was getting two tires replaced.

I’m back among the living now….

Sorry I failed….but I’m trying…I promise!

xxoo

Whew, blogging every day is some serious business. And it’s only January 5th!!

Today was a long day at work….a great day, but a long one. As a result, I am more tired than I think I’ve ever been. BUT….I got my Thunder ticket. So stoked about this. Also stoked about going to sleep…..in about 3 minutes.

Hope you all had an incredible Thursday.

Thunder UP!

xxoo

tjd

Let me tell you about my day. This morning, my boss came into my office holding a ticket to Friday’s Thunder game, and a club level access pass.

I was PRETTY excited when I saw it in her hand but I tried to compose myself. I love me some Thunder basketball. Especially Nick Collison….another post….another day…

Waiting for her to tell me “Happy New Year” or something….I kind of just stared at her for a few seconds. I would’ve taken “Happy 8 o’clock hour”…even “Happy Wednesday” would’ve sufficed.

Then….she told me to mail it to someone.

BOOOOOOOOO.

So, it looks like this girl will be watching some Thunder from the comfort of her own home….or perhaps a barstool somewhere….but it does not look like she will be enjoying the game LIVE.

Can’t win ‘em all.

Thunder UP!

xxoo

tjd

I made a plan to blog every day….even if I have nothing to say. Today brought an end to my glorious 11 day vacation and I. Am. Exhausted.

So, I have nothing to say except that I’m tired, I’m going to sleep…and I’m bound and determined to keep this resolution. Maybe, hopefully, tomorrow I will have something wonderfully enchanting to talk about.

Until then, I’m going to fall asleep watching Frasier.

xxoo

tjd

This is pretty much all I have to say about this. Thank you number 19. Thank you. Thank you.

Click HERE to see the truth about the TREE KICKER.

GO POKES! How ’bout them COWBOYS. ORANGE POWER. PISTOLS FIRING. WOOT. WOOT.

Oh, and you’re welcome.

xxoo

TJD

New Year’s Eve is just another day, right? Wrong. I’ve always believed that they way you bring in the new year sets the tone for the entire year. I’d made plans to take a little road trip during the week, since I didn’t have to work. That plan failed pretty miserably. At the last-minute, we decided to take a much smaller road trip, to Dallas. Now, no matter what we’re doing, as long as our little fearsome trio is together, we’re bound to make some pretty spectacular memories. THIS was no exception. We decided to go see Jonathan Tyler at the Granada Theater. Normally this would not have been my ideal NYE – but now that it’s over, I couldn’t imagine anything being as perfect as it was.When we got to Dallas, we met up with some of the guys.
It was 78 degrees out. Perfect for a few beers on the patio. The second we walked up, I noticed that my ex was sitting at the table next to us. Shiz like this only happens to me. I giggled and smiled….he waved….awkwardly…and only after his girlfriend looked away. I then did what anyone else would’ve done, I made Shawn take our picture and make sure to get him in it so I could put it on my blog. Duh.

We headed to the apartment to start getting ready. Now, I’m the girl who LOVES dressing up. Especially on NYE. As long as I can remember I’ve always made sure to have a pretty special outfit for NYE. This year was no different…my incredible mother actually surprised me at Christmas with a gorgeous red, strapless dress and the most sparkly, glittery shoes I’ve ever seen…pretty modest 5 inch heels. I’ve been SO excited to wear this since I opened it at Christmas. Imagine my HUGE disappointment when I found out that the girls in the group were going to be wearing jeans. I was pretty crushed. Star helped me throw together a “plan b” outfit just in time for the boys to show up to help us pre-game. I still got to wear my fabulous new shoes and quickly realized that wearing jeans made for a much more comfortable choice. I’m still SO stoked to wear my new dress…but that’s for another day.

We headed to our first stop for some more pre-gaming. Let me tell you that the girls in Dallas know how to have a party. Star and I decided to be tough and walk to the Granada with the guys instead of taking the ride offered to us…and let’s just say that my FEET HURT. But at least they looked pretty!

We somehow made our way to the front of the stage and hippie danced our faces off…had a few too many drinks and took almost 200 pictures. The night was truly one hell of a special night. No NYE is complete without a glittery hat, and I made it my personal mission to find one. Apparently you could only get them if you were up in the balcony, which still doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me but since we weren’t up there, I had to find another way. I thought at the time that the most logical person to ask was the fireman that was walking down the street to his truck. I maybe should’ve slowed down on the toddies then…but hell no. I wanted my hat and I was going to get it.

I’m a little unclear as to how I finally got one, but by God I did.

And I. Was. Happy.

We decided to run by the bar before heading home, so we piled into a cab. Our cabbie’s name was Alex and we quickly became BFFs. I don’t know anything other than his name…but you know I got a picture with him. I couldn’t resist. He may have been the nicest cab driver I’ve ever met.

We decided it was a good idea to walk home – and at that point I’m not sure I even knew what feet were, much less if they hurt. We also decided that it was a smart idea to have after bars back at the apartment. We’d been there for probably 20 minutes when I decided to take a little nap…with the softest porcelain pillow I could find. I was in RARE FORM. Sorry mom, I know that makes you the proudest.

Although my orignal pillow was quite comfortable, Star and Shawn made the decision for me that a bed was probably better. Shawn, bless his little heart, was trying to find something for me to change into….and my options were a t-shirt, a pair of Star’s jeans and a pretty pink dress. I opted for the t-shirt. Thanks buddy. It’s no ninja turtle t-shirt like last year but I made do. Ha.

We all fell asleep to the sounds that can only be described as smacking peanut butter…and all three shared a bed…because the couch was taken. I don’t know what I’d do without these people. I hope that everyone has friends like them. I’d probably be homeless if I didn’t have them in my life. My gosh I love those two.

This morning as we were about to get on the road to come home, we saw a man outside with a little puppy. He was struggling a bit with the dog and all three of us were giggling at him. Poor guy said, “How does this thing work? It’s not even my dog.” Apparently he had a pretty good NYE as well. hehe

What a happy new year. Sometimes not having a plan is a pretty good idea. It was, as we like to say, a successful. I can’t wait to see what 2012 has in store for me, and for my friends. I hope you all were safe and made some great memories to start your year. I know we did. Mmyes.

Long story short, I got my smile back….the smile I lost in 2011. I love you 2012. It was worth the wait…