11 posts tagged “antigone”
So, I'm dying for a Diet Pepsi. DYING. One of the girls that sits by me tells me ALL THE TIME to just have one of her Pepsi's that she keeps in a cabinet. But this same girl gives me attitude all the time when Ceece and I go to lunch because we don't ask her if she wants something from where we are going. Now, this girl has NEVER organized a group lunch (I have done more than my fair share), or leaves to get lunch and ask ME what I want, she just expects to be included if anybody else is eating and it bugs the crap out of me. Like, CONTRIBUTE! ONCE! I have no problem picking up something while I'm out if I feel that the favor will EVER be returned.
I always make an excuse and thank her for the offer but tell her no because I don't want to "owe her one" and that is absolutely how she will take it.
So.
I go downstairs to the vending machine which the guy was filling up this morning... no Diet Pepsi. NO DIET PEPSI! In a building of 300 women! What the hell, Mr Vending Machine Guy!?
So I make Ceece get up and walk half way across the building with me to get one from one of the other Pepsi vending machines. NO DIET PEPSI! @&*##$&!
Ceece mentions another Pepsi machine downstairs in the Children's Hospital wing and YAY! DIET PEPSI! I put in my 5 quarters, the machine roars to life, I actually do a little dance of joy... then it STOPS, spits out my 5 quarters and PUNCHES ME IN THE GUT. I stand there open jawed and wide eyed for a few seconds while Ceece backs quietly away and says a little prayer. Then I might have dropped a few f-bombs and flipped the machine off. And kicked it. Twice.
I just want a GODDAMN DIET PEPSI. And Diet Coke is not an option. NOT. An. OPTION.
The roach coach is outside but to get a Diet Pepsi from them I will have to run through POURING RAIN and dig through the ice with my HAND and that's just not an option because I'm not sure that being wet and cold is REALLY worth it. Of course, this is where I made a completely wrong judgement call.
So I cave. I ask for a Pepsi from Needy Girl and stick it in the freezer and set the timer on the iPhone for 20 minutes to check on it so it doesn't blow up and make a huge mess. Before the timer goes off, she asked me where Ceece and I are going to lunch today.
I feel like I just sold my soul... For a Diet Pepsi.
*squeel* Friday I will be announcing BIG NEWS and while I'd love to spill the beans RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND, I'm not going to. And you have no idea how much it's killing me not to tell the internet my BIG NEWS because I suck at keeping secrets. Not, like, secrets my friends tell me, but surprises. Seriously, when I have a surprise for Ben I'm like, "I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU! Do you want a hint?! Well, I'm going to give you one anyway, IT'S A NEW CAR!" Not that I've ever bought him a new car, but if I DID, that's totally how it would go over.
Instead I'm going to tell you about our dinner at Outback the other night because every time I talk about it I have to stop half way through to keep from laughing and if I can't tell the internet my BIG NEWS, the very least I can do is make you laugh.
So, the waiters at Outback have always done this thing where they sit in the booth while taking your order. I guess it's supposed to make it feel like they're a friend there to help you and make you feel comfortable and, whatever, just get my food and drinks to me. However you need to get that done, I'm cool.
Our waiter sits down and takes our order... and then moved in with us. Before we even had our DRINKS we knew that his girlfriend, Cassy, was a dance teacher and worked at two different dance studios, that he had recently applied to the Police Academy but then blew out his knee and tore his meniscus and some other important knee parts and was going to have surgery and he was really nervous and he loves kids and plans to have a huge family one day and...
Me: I'd like a Shark Bite with the 151 Rum floater. ASAP please.
Then he told us all about how he'd had a few too many Shark Bites in Cancun once and like, WHOAH, what a time he had.
I'm totally not joking. I'd had a REALLY rough day at work and GOOD LORD JUST BRING ME MY DRINK ALREADY! So our drinks come, my Shark Bite, a Long Island for Ben and milk for Cassidy. And shortly before our meal came he reached down to check on Cassidy's milk and the next 10 seconds happened in slow motion:
He reaches for the drink, shakes it, goes to set it back down, misses the table, the milk hits the booth, he jumps to grab for it, pushes his thumb through the styrofoam cup and the milk proceeds to turn into a MILK EXPLOSION. At which point he starts to run around like he's being attacked by a swarm of fire ants.
He apologized, PROFUSELY, and to make up for it brings Cassidy a big glass of chocolate milk. THANKS! Because what I totally wanted was to sugar her up at 8:00PM! Whatever. My Shark Bite is starting to kick in and I'm caring less and less. Did I mention where he sets the milk down? Directly in front of Cassidy's left hand, two inches from the edge of the table.
I bet you can see where this is going can't you?
Yep, that glass of milk lasted about 10 minutes before IT turned into a milk explosion. Only a CHOCOLATE milk explosion.
Me: Dude, we're on some hidden camera show? I'm being punked, right? Where's the camera?
The best part of the night though came straight from Cassidy herself. At one point I was telling Ben that the alcohol was making me feel warm and relaxed and...
Cassidy: If you get drunk, don't poke holes in me.
Me: Um... Oooookay?
Back story, at one of the many parties we had at our house, Ben was "feelin' good" and took the Henckel to the ice that I had in our favorite metal mixing bowl and now you can't mix anything in the bowl. On the plus side, it can efficiently strain MASSIVE amounts of spaghetti.
The other gem came when I leaned over to smell Ben's freshly clean sweatshirt for about the 30th time (I have a Downy obsession) and said again how OMG GOOD it smelled and...
Cassidy: Is it his BowChikaBowWow?
Me: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
*deep breath*
Me: What?!
Cassidy: You know the BowChikaWowWow I got him for Christmas?
*dies*
You had to HEAR her say it with that perfect nasal inflection. It was probably the funniest thing she's EVER said. I start laughing, Ben starts laughing, she's laughing at us laughing. I'm laughing now just reliving it! Hopefully you laughed too because that's the end of the story.
It seems like this is how all our outings go. I have two of my own personal comedians to keep me constantly entertained and when that isn't enough and I've had a particularly rough day, they enlist the help of outsiders to make it THAT MUCH BETTER.
Anyway, I need to get my 365 up and get myself into bed. I hope you all have a fantastic week! I'll be busy, busy, busy and probably won't be back to post till Friday when the BIG NEWS is announced. ;)
I came across the survey on a forum and I thought it was cute. Generally I don't do these things but I something like this is a good way to get to know people and it's pretty short because all you have to do is plug in the answers and it codes it all for you. :)
Three things that scare me:
1:Death
2:Any kind of harm to my daughter
3:Running out of Diet Pepsi
Three people who make me laugh:
1:Ben
2:Cassidy
3:My little brother
Three Things I love:
1:Ben
2:Cassidy
3:My Canon XTi
Three Things I hate:
1:Coke
2:Prejudice/close minded people
3:Being underestimated because of my gender
Three things I don't understand:
1:Prejudice/close minded people
2:Math
3:Nine year old girl thinking
Three things on my desk:
1:Pens of every imaginable color
2:Pictures of the people I love
3:Iced coffee AND a chai tea latte
Three things I'm doing right now:
1:Avoiding a meeting
2:This survey
3:Watching The Lake House
Three things I want to do before I die:
1:Watch my daugher grow up and have her own kids.
2:Have a photo published in a Photography Magazine.
3:Travel, travel, travel.
Three things I can do:
1:Work on my own car.
2:Stand on my own two feet.
3:Cook. Really well. When I have the motivation.
Three ways to describe my personality:
1:Loyal
2:Silly
3:Brash
Three things I can't do:
1:Sew. And I try. I really, really do.
2:Wear a skirt.
3:I forgive, but I'm never able to forget.
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So I have put off writing about this for over two weeks because as soon as you mention the most trivial TMI/personal info situation on the internet not only do you get a bunch of fun hate mail, blog posts written about you and 5,978 new links to your site.. but who wants to read about poop? If you make it to the next paragraph, I'll assume that YOU DO. So when you try to point that snarky finger at me, I'll just remind you of that. You totally WANTED to read about poop.
I figure that 99.9% of my family members have made it to this paragraph because if there's one thing us Reids are good at, it's talking about poop. I don't think I've ever attended a family function where the frequency, consistency or peculiar potent nature of another's butt bombs have NOT come up. It took me almost four hours of the first 8 hour car drive to my dad's house to somehow work it gracefully into conversation to warn Ben before we got there.
Ben: So then I said, "Sure, I'd love some more iced tea and..."
Me: My family talks about poop!
Ben: Uhhhhh...
Me: My family. Sometimes they DO THINGS. Like fart. At the dinner table. And then somebody brings it up. Poop.
Ben: At the dinner table?
Me: Just seriously, if my dad asks you to pull his finger, don't. Okay?
Ben: I don't see your dad doing that.
Me: Yeah... Just, I warned you.
It took two days. Almost. While making breakfast on the second day we were there, while Ben watched my dad make his spectacular rosemary potatoes he leaned over, looked at me very seriously and said it:
Dad: Pull my finger.
Me: NO!
Dad: Too late!
Me: *looks at Ben* I'm so sorry.
So whatever. Everybody Poops. I've had this sinus headache for a solid week now. It started last Monday. I'm four days into a 10 day cycle of Amoxacylin (which my mom freaked out about... "CIPRO! I told you to get CIPRO!") and I still have this problem. Every time I have a solid bowel movement, I get this EXCRUCIATING pain in my sinus cavity. Like, drop me to the floor, tears in the eyes, moaning, almost throwing up kinda pain.
WebMD was really helpful and told me that I have brain tumors. YAY! I mean, it would explain a lot. Like my obsessive compulsion to have all the cans in the pantry rowed up and facing out and organized into food groups. And why I like the color pink so much. And why think the sunflower in the front yard is stalking me.
Seriously though, I've never had this problem before. But I've never had a sinus infection before either. Is this a normal occurrence for them? I've not been able to turn up much on google other than the fatalistic WebMD search. I'm hoping somebody out there says that, yes you fool, it's normal and it will go away and you'll look back on this in a week after having received the 17th hate mail letter telling you what whack jobs your family are and laugh about your poop issue.
If nothing else, at least I'll have an interesting story to share at the next family gathering.
Four years ago today Ben drove to Bakersfield and told me, "Move up with me or we need to move on." So I moved up. And although there have been extremely difficult times along the way, I know without a doubt, that this is where I belong. Where I belonged for a long time BEFORE the move.
I can't believe how much I've grown and changed in that time. When he showed up that day I was extremely depressed but refused to admit it. I was grasping at a very thin string to keep my head just high enough above the water to make the outside world think that I wasn't completely drowning. I really didn't care. I wanted to drown.
I know that Ben knew this. And I know that he knew what I needed was for somebody to slap me across the face and tell me to grow the fuck up already. So in his own, much more eloquent and civilized way, he did that. He had to do it again one weekend recently. Depression is an odd playmate.
I have no doubt that Ben knows me better than I know myself. He also believes in me more that I believe in myself and he combines these two things into a wicked mind game. Wicked good though! Because it startles me sometimes how transparent I am to him and how easily he can manipulate that to my own advantage. Yes, MY advantage. I know. At some point I hope I'm able to help you understand it better but for now try, okay?
Anyway, since we don't have a real anniversary date, I wanted to take this chance to say: Happy Anniversary, Lover. I'm still thankful every day that I have you. I love you for being such a wonderful man, an outstanding father, as patient as the day is long and for making me laugh and smile every single day. (k) :)
My first photo hit Explore today on flickr. The highest it got was #210. I'm excited because I've secretly wished to have something Explore but at the same time I'm perplexed that it's a picture of my FEET! Not flowers, or a cute kid, or a car. My feet! (Although they are my feet in some of my very hot shoes. ;)) It's kind of silent vindication for all of those who have called me vain or narcissistic (my dad used that one and I thanked him for finding a much longer, more sophisticated word to make fun ot me ;)) because it was just a road to better photography people! That's all! ;) Okay, so it was totally me being vain...
So, original plans were to do that Half Dome hike this weekend. A part of me is kinda sad we don't get to do it because I'm sure I'd end up with some amazing shots with the XTi. A bigger part of me is happy that I won't be left on the side of a mountain with an ice ax in my head.
The reason we can't go is because Ben has some stuff that HAS to be done to the track car this weekend or he won't make it to next Friday's track day. So since I already had approved PTO for Friday and Monday off, I've decided to take it anyway. A four day weekend sounds FABULOUS, yes? I got up and took Cassidy to breakfast before school today. Took a long hot shower with nobody knocking on the door to ask a question, or worried that I was going to use all the hot water, and I SO DID! Then I met Ben for a nice long lunch. Picked Cassidy up from school and now I'm blogging before I lay down and take a nice long nap! She's off to the park with the neighborhood posse and a few parents to play some baseball.
I had originally planned to do a power cleaning on the house today but, WHY?! I'm on vacation! That's my montra for the next three days. 'Why? I'm on vacation?' I wonder how many times I can use it till Ben snaps?
And! Because I've had nothing better to write about lately, another conversation!
This one happened when I got home and Ben had left the cell phone bill on my chair. The same day that my site got hacked and I still had a sense of humor! Previously he said that if we were billed extra for all the Twitters being sent to my phone via SMS he'd not be happy. We weren't being charged. But GOOD LORD, did you know that Cingular sends you a log of all the text's? ON PAPER. All 2,356 of them I got last month.
Antigone078: SEE?! I TOLD you the texting wasn't extra... ;)
Ben: can you call the parents of the tree you killed and give them the bad news?
Antigone078: BWAHAHAH! When I get my blog back: TOTALLY GETTING POSTED! ;)
Ben: :)
After Ben explains to me his want need for some 5 gallon fuel tanks to put on the trailer full of 100 octane fuel. Keep in mind these are NOT the EPA regulated one's because those one's "flow to slow"...
Ben: I mean, you've heard me complain about having to pump gas and Laguna Seca because of how slow the pumps go.
Me: MmmHmm. So, if you get pulled over and they get taken away FULL OF FUEL, I don't want to hear you complain.
Ben: PFFT!
Me: What?! That's what you'd say to me!
Ben: Okay, I'm going to get 20 of them.
Me: What?! Why?!
Ben: I'm going to decorate the entire trailer with them.
Me: You're going to wake up one day and see that I've painted your trailer pink.
He clearly ignored me when I said that which lead to...
Ben: Today is Jason's birthday.
Me: Nobody told me!
Ben: I didn't now either!
Me: We didn't get him anything!
Ben: I asked him what he wanted and he said, "Something small." He said something like the mirror I have for the track car so I asked him, "Anything more expensive than that"? So he said, "SURE! Rear control arms!!" So I said, "I gotta go!"
Me: HA! HA! We should totally get him a Chinese bride!
Ben: Okay, I'm getting off the phone now.
Me: You can get them online now!
Him: That's not new, you've been able to do that for awhile.
Me: She can do his laundry for him. It's like the gift that keeps on giving!
Ben: Ooookay, BYE!
Me: Bye!
*click*
Ben and Lisa were chatting and decided that the four of us (Lisa, Stuart, Me, Ben) should all go hike Half Dome. Remember I referenced Half Dome in that one post where I mentioned Ben tried to KILL ME by making me hike up a volcano in Maui. It's titled I am not a hiker. I used hiking Half Dome to reference how he is all Hiking God, and I'm like, a Hiking Pussy. Yeah, THAT Half Dome.
So in three weeks we are going to hike it.
me: Hike half dome in ONE DAY?
*hurts already*
Benjamin: well, I told lisa we'd need at least two weeks to get in shape
that's around 3 weeks out
me: We better start TONIGHT
Benjamin: with emphasis on aerobics and legs
yep
tonight
Me: Okay!
...
me: I might die.
On the hike.
Will you carry my body back to civilization.
Not leave me behind with an ice axe in my head?
Benjamin: Baby, you're going to LOVE the axe
Yep, I'm totally going to DIE. So, this is my official written notice that when I die everything goes to Cassidy. Except the chair in the living room which I leave to Hans Stuck the WOnder Cat™ since he's the only one 'allowed' to sit on it. And the alcohol because she's too young to enjoy it. I leave that to Cameron who is 18 and it's high time he start drinking it in volume.
Speaking of alcohol:
me: It looks nice
And they have an elopement package for small weddings
Lisa: it does, i'd be game for a road trip there too
wedding reconn is MAD FUN
me: HAHAH
Lisa: because everyone's trying to woo you
"come get married at my place so i get bank commission!"
me: Do you get lots of free alcohol? If so, we should TOTALLY do that
Lisa: woo woo woo
LOL
we should ask for a bar tasting
HA
me: hjahah
Lisa: be like "we don't really care what you feed us"
me: "No, we need to tast ALL the alcohol"
Lisa: "but beverages are TRES important"
me: "Does this martini go with my dress?"
Lisa: HAHAHA
I've really been having a blast with the new macro lens. I've been wandering around outside after work (because it's been SO. NICE. OUT.) and taking pictures of whatever captures my eye. It's amazing what you don't see when you look at something every day. When it's magnified and blown up and almost 4000 pixels wide suddenly you see things you've never noticed before. Like how alive grape vines can look. Like they aren't really wondering around looking for things to graps, they know what they are doing and it's all part of some calcualted plan. I'm on to you, grapevines. OH YEAH! You heard me!
I joined Reese's photography project. Partly because, MORE PICTURE TAKING YAY! And partly because she's been Explore'd FIVE TIMES and I'm hoping some of her brilliant capture skillz rub off on me. I might be a little jealous. Or a lot. But, whatever.
If you are a girl and a photographer, either the casual picture taker or somebody hoping to be something great someday, you should get on over there and check it out. It's a great group of girls and a fun project at the same time!
