Jimmy Buffett, where every white person in St. Louis was

I am not a Parothead. I will not follow bands around to every city and soap my car. That's just not me. I think seeing the same band once a year is find and dandy. When Shizelly called me a few weeks ago and told me that our friend Smally had an extra ticket, I agreed to go. It's an experience I wanted to see to believe. It was a perfect night for a cheeseburger in paradise. However, I have never seen UMB so packed. It was wall to wall people. I do believe every white person in the StL was present. I tried my harded to not break the seal, but eventfully Smally, madre de Smally, and I had to use the bathroom. To our dismay, the lines were gianormous. So having to go so badly, I followed the Smally clan into the men's bathroom, made my way to the stall, hoovered, and got out as fast as possible. I think we suprised quite a few when the door opened and it was a female looking back at them. Beer lines were equally bad and my dumb ass left my id back at our blanket. UMB has a 2 beer maximum per person....stupid rule really, so we coned some guy to buy the two for me. The pot was a smoking and it was a mellow night, at the concert. I'm with Shizelly, I want to buy a boat.

Bad Decisions

I made some very bad decisions last week. For starters, I was home all week, and when I say home, I mean not on the road. Because between you and me, I didn't spend much time at my house. I slept in my bed Sunday night and did not sleep in it again until Friday night. And I didn't sleep in the same place twice. Monday night I went over to the IL side and watched a movie with NiT, who from now on is getting a name change to Teeth, due to the fact that he has the biggest smile and grill ever. We watched some movie, Walk Hard, I think I am inheriting my BFFs syndrome of not being able to stay awake in movies and I don't really remember it. I had not planned on staying, thank goodness I keep a toothbrush in my truck for such occasion. Teeth has a cat, I hate cats. Cats make my eyes swell shut, so I may not be going back over to Teeth's unless massive benadryl is involved

This brings me to Tuesday night....my partner in crime and I went for dinner and drinks. Well, I was trying to detox my liver this week, so I only had 3 beers all night. We had an amazing dinner outside at JBucks and then headed over for some drinks at Napoli. My partner in crime had a rough night and asked me to stay over. Slumber party!

Wednesday night was a doozy.....it was Teeth's birthday, so being the nice person that I am, I took him to dinner on the IL side. But on my way back across the river, I was sidetracked to yet another boy's house. There is way more to this boy's story but for the purpose of my bad decisions I will go into it at a later date, if need be. I slept at said boys house.

This is leading me up to the ultimate bad decision. Thursday was Jimmy Buffett day! We came, we saw, we drank. As we were making our way into the concert, I looked back at Shizelly cause she was walking slower than me. I swore I saw someone I knew. If you know me, you know I think I see someone I know all the time, so this wasn't out of the ordinary. However, waiting in line to get in, as I prayed the concert nazis didn't find that Bud Light I hid in my outer purse pocket, I looked back again. This time said boy waved. I don't really know said boy well, but he is friends with none other than Mr. Roddick. I go in and about 3 minutes later my phone buzzes. I have a text from none other than Mr. Roddick himself asking what I am doing. I figured his friend texted him that he saw me. So I texted back and said at buffett, think I saw your friend, what are you doing? Low and behold Mr. Roddick was at the concert with the friend. He was like my friends kept saying they saw you. Wow, he has a working phone that isn't up his ass. I made Shizelly promise me to not let me make out with him. First off, Mr. Roddick had on a day glow neon green Tshirt. Yes we are at Buffett, but that is always a fashion don't. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the check and asked if I was mad at him....I played the whole cool, calm, and collected girl....why would I be mad??? Apparently he's been busy traveling. Funny, I travel too, and I always have my phone on the road with me....funny how that works. Turns out they were parked close to us and in the mad chaos to get out of the parking lot we talked again. He wanted me to come hang out after I got back to my car. Dumb me agreed to this...I think the day glow green hypnotized me. Of course half of his friends were passed out when I got to his house, and we went to bed. I'll leave the graphic events out, but use your imagination....I woke up to a naked Mr. Roddick and a huge hicky on my shoulder....not neck, shoulder. Me and bud light aren't on speaking terms. So I did the only thing I could think of, I said maybe I'll see you around and left. Bad decisions, bad me. And to top it off, I left my new navy hoodie on his clothes infested floor.

So is 4 too many?

So much has happened in a week. Mr. Roddick is definetely out....his phone must still be way lodged up his ass, but oh well, he had a beer belly anyway. I work fast. In no time I am back to my old "player" was as I have so been called. I have 4 boys I am talking to. Yes, 4....and no I'm not sleeping with any of them. Yet. Tonight I choose to introduce the male nurse. I will call him simply NiT for Nurse in Training. I abbreviate, it's true. I met NiT last week. He is tall, cute and funny. A great combination in my book. He spent 4 years in the airforce and is now finishing up his BS in Psychology and a BS in nursing. He sends me good morning texts every day and good night texts every night. The downfall: he lives on the IL side and is still in school, therefore broke.

However we had a great time at the Cardinals game last night. It just so happened that NiT was going to the game last night too. My good friend has season tickets and we were having a pregame beer at Mike Shannons when guess who walks by on the side walk? You guessed right. Nit ditched his friends and sat with us at the game. I fit quite nicely under his arm, I might add. He's a good kisser too. We had 2 other friends at the game too and there were empty seats around us and they came down to sit with us as well. So my poor gal was in the middle of two drunk couples who kinda made out the whole game....yes I was that girl and I loved every minute of it.

Nit is coming over on Friday so stay tuned.....

Yello polka dot bikini

So I know its not summer yet...but it is my favorite time of the year. I love the sun. I love being outside by the pool in the sun. Sunday afternoons by the pool with Shelly are my favorite! However, I discovered one thing at the mall today....I am going to be laying by the pool in a sweatsuit, not a swimsuit.

I was killing time in Kansas City after work today, so I went to the mall.....yes I usually pick hotels by malls. I wandered into Old Navy because from the commercials you know that they have some cute stuff right now. They also had tons of bathing suits. There is a pool and whirlpool in my hotel, so I was like, hey I'll try some on. Bad idea. I think my home scale has been lying to me these last few months and not told me I've gained like 20 pounds in my stomach alone. I mean I know I haven't been able to work out due to a damn MCL tear, but sheesh. I really hope those were trick mirrors.

I then proceded to do some biking tonight....can't go all out but at least I can pedal fast enough to keep the bike powered on, something I couldn't do 6 weeks ago. I actually did 45 slow minutes but 45 nonetheless....hell at this rate, I may be back in a swimsuit in 2020. Stay tuned for the battle with the mcl and the bikini

F KU

So, I just wrote a whole blog and damn thing didn't save. Here we go again.....it was a busy weekend for me. We left off at me not hearing from Mr. Roddick for 2 days....well Thursday at day 4 I still had not heard from that asshat. I was at the Oklahoma City airport, waiting to board the plane and I decided to send Mr. Roddick one final text. I know I said I wouldn't do this, but hell I'm a glutton for punishment. So like I expected I got no response. I turned off my phone, boarded the plane and headed for the StL. I then land, get my bags, and as I'm waiting for the parking shuttle, guess what rings? My cellphone, and who do you think is on the other end? Why Mr. Roddick. I timidly answer the phone, hello? I mean what I wanted to say was "why hello there jackass", but I held my tongue. Mr. Roddick answers "what's up crazy lady?" Crazy? I think not...just a simple gal wanting to know what the hell is going on. Apparently, Mr. Roddick lost his cell phone at a bar in Chicago and it had to be mailed back to his parents house. I mean why couldn't he have dropped me a message on the facebook...well because idiots don't think of that kind of thing.

Fast forward to now...I have barely spoken with Mr. Roddick and I am sure right now he is somewher celebrating KU's victory. I HATE KU. I mean, KU is one of my accounts for work. It is a beautiful campus that reminds me of Fayetteville, however, the spirit of KU is tainted for me. I mean it is bad enough that he is a cubs fan. I have no idea whats going on, but if he could pull his head out from his ass long enough to tell me, I would be forever grateful. At this point, I don't even think I like Mr. Roddick anymore, I just want to know what the hell his problem is. I hope he drops his cell phone in his beer.

2 Days

So Mr. Roddick has not called or texted in 2 days. I know I am ahead of myself as to who Mr. Roddick is, but this is on my mind right now. I mean Mr. Roddick and I usually text all day everyday, but I guess a weekend with the boys in Chicago for the Cubs home opener changed that. I mean he's a cubs fan, I should have known better. So I fly to OKC and somehow wind up in the very hotel room where Mr. Roddick and I first started really talking...I mean what's the irony in that. I sent him a text just saying to get at me when he could....well apparently he left his phone up his ass cause I got nothing. So even tonight I wussed out and passive aggressively sent another text, seeing if he was still alive or took the loss of the Cubs on home opener so hard that he dropped into such a depression that communication was impossible....nothing. After much aganst, and seeing that while texting people back was an impossible task, changing his facebook status was not. At this point I am kind of hurt cause I am a blunt girl and I don't play games. I hate games and do not tolerate them....well I try not to. So after much debate, I sent one last text basically stating the fact that I like him, but get the message. Wow another 5 good dating weeks wasted on another looser.