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I dish on Las Vegas over at the work blog…

the trip that wasn’t as naughty as i hoped but there is always next time, right…?

As you know already, I’ve been through a trying few weeks. Getting back on track I realized, damn, I literally have to blog at about five places a week! This means that with my decreased normal ferocity, I am not really blogging at all of them equally or every week at the moment. But if you want to read about my Vegas trip, please do at my Cat Lady Rambles blog, which is where I blog for work. Plus now that I’m currently seeing someone (which could change at any moment for all I know because life is always strange), I’m not sure what to do with the singles blog. Is anyone really reading that anyway? I have some interviews lined up for it so I can press on but maybe I should change the name? I dunno.

In addition, I’ve got SO much to catch up on with all of your blogs. I’m behind. I feel like I’m just getting on track at work but still feel a bit behind there too. And this month is super busy. Geez. I feel like I’m bitching a lot over here, huh.  But I guess that is just my life at the moment. Constant change. Never boring. And extremely frustrating. Thank goodness for the written word. I would go flipping coo-coo.

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Why American Airlines sucks

I’m back and trying to get things on track to semi-normalcy. Thanks everyone who wished me well during my recovery. What I really wanted to do was come back and share all my photos from my recent trip to Vegas. I still plan to, but what is getting in the way is the fact that I can’t get pass how much American Airlines needs to be put on blast.

Let me start with how since I turned 30 in January, I’ve had frequent abdominal pain and a tad bit of nausea after eating. While in Vegas I pretty much ate anything I wanted and pretty much paid for it on the last day. After having a seemingly innocent omelet, I started to feel sick. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and went to the bathroom to vomit. Sorry for the mental image here, but I basically had to make myself throw up. From the gas station next to the airport, at the airport and finally on the plane, I was getting sick every five to ten minutes. While flying back to Texas, I must have rushed to the tiny and may I say NASTY American Airlines bathroom and proceeded to keep gagging myself for the nausea was just unbearable. Meanwhile my boyfriend was worried. And at some point I got pretty delirious.

Luckily (and as it turned out kind of unluckily) we were in the back of the plane and the access to the potty was quick plus the flight attendants, which were stationed there, became clearly aware I was quite ill. My boyfriend asked that we have a wheelchair waiting at landing and that the attendants make sure to make an announcement that I needed to be let off the plane first.

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Day 36: Give ’em a smile…

In my line of work, a smile is something I have to keep on at all times. Maybe more than my shoes.

Unlike a lot of lucky folks, I had to spend the weekend working. And working…and…smiling…and…

Anyway, while doing so, I was bombarded by the constant questions of when this and that was going to run in the paper. All the while keeping that bright and shiny smile and gleeful attitude only to nearly want to sob by the time I got to my car. Partly from exhaustion — mostly from burnout and sore cheeks from all that teeth-bearing. It just can all make you want to collapse. Even when THIS was what you kind of asked for. When I got home I was welcomed with an angry email from someone. Their story hadn’t run when they expected it to. Therefore I’m suddenly a monster…

That lovely Saturday I passed out even before SNL ended. So Day 36 meant that I walked the lake near my apartment and carried my camera with me. I will probably post some in my Flickr account along with those Dia de los Muertos photos I took a few weekends ago…

Day 36 I decided to push aside my smile. I packed only water and the camera. The smile somehow got left at home. Those who passed me on the trail may have thought I looked serene but definitely not gleeful. It felt nice and I absorbed every breeze, every animal noise and smell. I walked for about two hours and then pumped some iron. Then capped off the night busting a Martha Stewart and decorating way too damn early for Christmas. I think that works for the countdown…

Self discovery in a drug store

After work today, I stopped by a local CVS to pick up some photos I had developed.

I don’t shoot film anymore but during the move I discovered three disposable cameras. I shudder at the thought of ever using such awful creations of photography EVER again. The lighting always sucks. Whatever flash built in is mediocre. There is no possibility of a “macro” shot. But I was still curious as to what was on those archaic things. Two of them didn’t have an exploration date — one of them did and it was well past the date of when I decided to have them developed.

I knew what was possibly on them — I knew that at least two of them were from a trip I took about three years ago or so with an ex to San Antonio. The other was a shear mystery. (All of which is why I went to CVS over a better photo shop. Why waste good money?) So given the possible context of the two, I seemed to not think twice about leaving the poor suckers on the passenger seat in my car while I was typing away at work. That was dumb I know but that’s what I did.

So today was the big reveal. I only got about 30 images total that developed. That was either because of my obvious stupid flub about keeping them in the car or the years of neglect in drawers, (possibly a glove box) and cardboard boxes. But alas there they were. Thirty photos of nothing that special: A few pics of me and the ex, some rock formations from the Natural Bridge Caverns in San Antonio and some photos from a birthday party/drag show.

I stood there looking at them after the lady at the counter explained why they didn’t all turn out. I’m used to digital now. The age of film is lost to me. I said my “thank yous” and left the store. When I reached my car I sat a while with those photos in my hands, shuffling them and staring at each strange image. I couldn’t help muttering to myself, “Whose life do these images belong to?”

All the faces in those pictures are no longer who I see. The activities from all of them seem distant memories. Since those photos I’ve made a new life with new people in it. All the while I keep no contact really with anyone in those shots I spent all of $12 and some change to get developed.

I make new memories now. But I’ve been looking back a lot lately of who I was before and who I decided to spend my time with — and still I wonder, who the hell was that?!

Lebenshungrig!

That is supposed to mean “fun-loving…” I think.
I’m definitely not German but you don’t really have to be to enjoy Oktoberfest. And enjoy I did this weekend.

Here is a Britannica definition of Oktoberfest:

Annual festival in Munich, Germany, lasting two weeks and ending on the first Sunday of October. It began in 1810 as a horse race celebrating the wedding of the crown prince of Bavaria, later King Louis I (1786 – 1868). The race was soon combined with the state agricultural fair, and food and drink were offered. In the late 20th century the Munich breweries celebrated Oktoberfest by setting up large temporary beer halls, each seating 3,000 – 5,000 people, and hiring bands to entertain the crowds as they ate and drank. Total beer consumption during the festival exceeds a million gallons.

 

But I just like to say beer-guzzling holiday…

 

Give the ol’ girl a spin!Last year I spent Oktoberfest at a little bar I frequented “back in the day.” This past Saturday was my first time experiencing the full, blown-out explosion of the event — without the confines of bar walls. It was out in the open, grass surrounding everything and had a great midway. And then there’s all the beer. But standing in line for an 11-coupon beer just about ruins your buzz before you finally get your next one.

I ended up getting a turkey leg though. I should have waited for the State Fair. But it was calling my name.

Anywho, I loved seeing all the dancing, which was located under a large tent. And I even caught myself bobbing my head to a little of the polka. I’ve got more dancing pics on my photog site if you want to take a look.

I also tried my hand at some kind of hammer game in which you had to drive a nail into a big block of wood. There were some guys there I had to compete with, but if it were all girls, I would have won fair and square! I placed second to the dude who won. Oh well. I’ll have to make my OWN plastic Oktoberfest medallion.

Overall, I didn’t get drunk like I guess you are supposed to at these things. And ironically ended the night at an Italian place.

 

Lebenshungrig!

Do you have a card?

That is something we probably say just about everyday. Out and about we meet people, claim we want to stay in touch or network, share ideas … Then we reach into our pockets, purses and wallets and exchange our cards. Everyone usually has one — some for business or some that were just made up as calling cards for, well, ya know …

I’m in the middle of the “saddest” move of my life right now. Worse than the long and painful one I experienced a few years back from the cornfields of the Midwest. It’s sad because I am going to move into a nicer area but a really, really small place. Today I have been rummaging through useless crap and I tell you, the most useless crap I’m throwing away are business cards!

I had every intention when I collected them to contact the person written on each little 2″ x 3 1/2 well-intentioned card. But about 95 percent of them truly have no use to me even though I will probably keep many from the lot. Some of that percentage includes past business, sources and old friends I never will see again. However this move is about downsizing and I already have a problem throwing documents away and yes, I do consider business cards in that category because they are supposed to have value. Supposed to anyway.

I pondered how in the hell did I collect so many?! Some of them I can’t seem to throw away. Those in question are:

* Millenium Wines, Inc., overlooking the Platte River Valley (and that isn’t a typo)

* David Allen, Elvis Tribute Artist

* Country Acres Kennels, since 1972

* Goui Gui, African Art, Crafts & Djembe Drum Outlet (huh)

* Steve “Snorkle” From, Bullfighter/Clown, Barrelman

Honestly if I actually stayed in touch with at least a third of the people who gave me the cards I decided to keep, I could say I’ve traveled the whole world.