Friday, December 5, 2008

If you build it... they will call...

YAR! I knew if I got dressed and put make up on something would happen! My old friend Tino just called and guess where he is going???? DENTON! So ha! I am headed out with him and his friends in about an hour! I love my gay boys... they don't leave me hangin! Love you LA-Tino!!!



I am so bored. I am going stir crazy. I can't go to Denton. And I am not going to ask Chris to pick me up. All dressed up with no place to go.

Maybe Jeff is going somewhere. Maybe I can go with him. I just need to get out of the house.

Woo hoo!

I don't know if there is anything to woo hoo about but I am! I am also dancing around to The Killers while ironing my jeans! I wish I would have had time to take them to the cleaners to get them starched properly but oh well, this will have to do. I used to take all my jeans and shirts to the cleaners when I was in high school. What a hick. I loved it. I wouldn't go anywhere without being starched up and crispy! Always always always put make up on even if I was just going to the 7-11, always did my hair. I remember one time my friend Ty told me, "Jolea, you always look so nice every time I see you, always put together and dressed like you've got somewhere to go." He ended up taking me to prom. :) Say nice things to people.

I haven't seen Mom or Dad yet to ask about using the car, I almost don't even want to ask because they will say no. It's not like I'm driving to the bar, just driving to Chris's house. Ugh. I really need dad to take me to Sally Beauty Supply when he gets home because my roots are out of control. No, this is not a date, haha I shouldn't have opened my big mouth when I made fun of maria for dying her roots the other day! Karma is a bitch! :) That's something I have noticed in my life, I have almost INSTANT Karma. It's a good thing because it reminds me immediately not to be a brat.

In other news: I went into the kitchen to get some grub and I noticed there is a bike in the hall. Not mom's. We don't have another one... So I grabbed our biggest kitchen knife and searched the house for intruders. I was ready to slice and dice. Nobody. Hmm. Oh, Jeff (my brother) skyped me last night at about 12:45am and asked if there was someplace "kinda warm" to sleep at the house. HAHA! Jeff just moved into a house in Mckinney with a friend of his and it's really old and has no central heating. I guess his little space heater couldn't keep up with 2 nights of below freezing temps. I told him he could have my bed and I would go sleep in mom's bed. (Dad has been sleeping on the couch/in the recliner because he tosses and turns and has to get up a lot and take medicine, also he used to not be able to breathe lying in a bed because he had that tumor in his sinuses.) Anyway, he said he could just clear off the bed in the other room that has all the guitars stacked up on it. I forgot we even had a bed in there. I told him I would clear it off for him and for him just to come over. So I tried to be quiet with all those bonking guitar cases but I woke mom up and she was growling at me but I was in the kitchen telling Dad not to be alarmed by Jeff coming in. I think she was sleep walking actually. Because by the time I got back to her room to tell her what was going on she was already asleep again. HAHA! Maybe that is his bike. He knocked on my door like a little squirrel when he got here and chatted with me for a bit then off to bed. He said he is moving out but wouldn't tell me why. So he wanted to know when I was leaving so he could have his room back. :)


Ok, gotta get back to ironing!

"I just can't look, it's killing me, and taking control..."

"Thanks for being my un official wife/girlfriend/good advice giver"

That's what my good friend Chris said to me tonight. I mean to tell ya, when those cowboys get into the tequila they are a riot! The only time you really have to worry about a cowboy (or anyone for that matter) is when they are drinking Whiskey. That Pic above is Chris.

"Thanks for being my un official wife/girlfriend/good advice giver" what a nut.

I had nothing good to write about today and I really haven't left the house in over a week. What the hell is wrong with me? I need to get out of the house. I think it would help my morale.

That being said, Chris wants me to come up to Denton where he lives tomorrow so we can go to the Ft. Worth Stockyards. Those of you who don't know what that means,no we are not going to a barn with cows and such. The stockyards is a part of old downtown Ft. Worth where the stockyards (real ones) used to be. Now its all bars and cafe's and fun things like that! I used to love going there when I was in high school as soon as I was old enough to get in to the bars. I used to come home on the weekends while I was in college to go out there too. Love it. Lot's of country bars and people dressed like you guys imagine Texans dress. Anyway, Chris lives about 45 mins from me on the way to Ft. Worth, so I am going to ask Mom if I can borrow a car and drive over there because I really want to hang out. That way I can leave the car at Chris's and he will drive to the Stockyards, so I wont be driving after drinks. He is closer to the bars so we can just take a cab home if he gets drunk too. Which, last time I was at the stock yards with him he didn't get drunk, he had to carry my drunk friend to my truck. What a nice guy. I hope I can borrow a car. Jeff borrowed mom's car the other day and it got backed over so I don't see why I wouldn't be able to borrow one. We will see. I really need to get out of the house and Chris is the only friend who even acts like they want to hang out with me around here. Blah. Morale is low my friends.

I yelled at him the other day when he texted me that he was out in the stockyards without me but I don't think it's fair to make him come pick me up because I am so out of the way.

Mr. Chris is a bareback rider (i dont wanna hear a word out of you Maria!) and a saddle bronc rider, those are rodeo sports for those of you who have no idea. He had surgery a while back on his foot so he's starting to ride again in the spring. He was good before he got hurt too!

Pictures of Chris:
See? He takes boot pics too!
Classy. Flip flops, no shirt, and a tootsie pop.

Thans for being my non-boyfriend/drunk cowboy/running buddy!