calling the wammmmbulance

I don't know why I dread posting. It's not like it hurts or anything. Maybe I'm just weird. Oh, wait... I am!!!

Maybe it's the fact that I am super sick of writing about ME! I mean-- contrary to popular belief-- it's not all about ME. I guess that's the point of a blog though-- to write about one's self and events.

This weekend was fun. Long... but fun! Plus-- I'm on vacation this week! Actually-- I'm telecommunting. Isn't that weird? I'm actually old enough to telecommute. Who knew?? I headed to Dallas to pick up my sister's new car and couldn't not stop at Sam Moon. 4000 square feet of heaven. The last time I was there I made the mistake of taking Bryan. HILARIOUS. First off, he's super smart. Totally cool-- but still super smart. The boy graduated cum laude from A&M. I feel dumb even breathing in his presence. Anyway, he's with me and the conversation goes something like this:

him: "honey-- why aren't there any parking spaces?"
me: "it's always this busy on Saturday... it's ok"
him: "is there a special sale or something??"
me: "EVERYDAY is sale day at Sam Moon"
him: "ok... well, I'll just go look at the guy stuff"
me: "ok, keep your cell on... meet me here (and I point to a bench outside the store) in an hour?"
him: "yeah... an hour sounds fine. Any reason why I'm the only guy around here...."
(he begins to realize what is happening here... his mom calls and starts to make fun of him as, does his sister, Stacey)

*five minutes later*

him: "BETH... this is madness. I don't understand you.... and all these purses... and all these other women.... what is this... a Mary Kay convention on crack?..."

Ok- so that was a really long way of me telling you this one lesson learned: boyfriends don't do well at Sam Moon.

::back to the rest of the story::
So I head to Sam Moon sans the boyfriend and have a lovely time. Sunday ::key the music:: DUM DUM DUMMM... I wake up with super splitting headache. Yikes. I head to church because, well... it's Sunday and I 'm long overdue on some serious worship. It keeps getting worse though. I'm leaving church and my friend Danny feels the need to let me know-- right then--right there--- that David won't be at the lake tomorrow, he mumbles somthing about Houston and politics and making sure I'm not where he (meaning David) is and all that jazz. Well, at this point in the game I'm not thinking I'll live to wakeboard--- David Hughes present or not.

Driving home, my head starts getting all fuzzy and my vision is funny. I make it in the back door and pretty much collapse onto the living room floor. (Gracias Vanessa for vaccuming yesterday.) I'll leave the gory details out for the faint of heart... but Bryan (Dre's Bryan--not my Bryan) now knows me on a totally different level. Dr. Pepper helped though! :-)

Your Superhero Persona by couplandesque
Your Name
Superhero Name	Sleep Apnea Woman
Super Power	Irresistable Sexuality
Enemy	Michael Jackson
Mode Of Transportation	Motorcycle
Weapon	Beer Bottle
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WYWYWBM #6: She won't make you go to Sam Moon. Ever.

Another Stupid Quiz Thing

Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is...	breath taking
Your hugs are...	to die for
Your eyes...	sparkle like the stars
Your touch is...	heart warming
Your smell is...	beautiful
Your smile is...	encouraging
Your love is...	everlasting
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

I figured I should update before the blogger Nazis jump on my back again. I'm alive! I had such a great weekend. God's amazing love is extravagant.

WYWYWBM #5- Her current RBA is .333! Yeah baby! Just call her Mrs. Tejada! (for those who aren't up on the baseball scene... Mr. Tejada won the Home Run Derby)

Heavens to Betsy...

welp... at norabing's insistence I will post. Lord have mercy it's gonna be three miles long though.

I'll work my way backwards from today...
Wednesday July 13, 2004
I'm at my parents- as is the unofficial every other Wednesday custom. Mom had chemo on Monday and she's always pretty sick. I get to their house and am welcomed by a HUGE pile of laundry. The way I figure... how much can three people dirty up? A LOT. I swear my brother must dress in drag. The boy has more clothes than I do. I SWEAR. I am not exaggerating on this one. Name brand too. He's worse than a $2.00 "ho". hee hee

When I am at my parents... it's just different. I clean and cook. And it feels really weird.

On another note... I'M STILL PEELING! Give it up already. I look like a patch work quilt. Geez. The Bahamas left an indelible mark! argh... EDGE is tomorrow. I'm excited because I have a really cool partner helping me with my game. DMac is gonna represent! (ok, side note--> is it old to say "represent"? I feel like it's outta style...)

Tuesday July 12, 2004
Can we say, "BETH IS A CREAM PUFF?" All together now... So three miles later I'm done. I sweat a lot. While I was running my butt off I got to thinking about the summer in apartment with Clara and Nora. HYSTERICAL. That about sums it up. But... Clara sweated profusely too. She would hang her clothes out to dry every day because they were so nasty and it's really hard to wash everyday at LU. Thankfully... I can wash my workout clothes everyday. Ah, blessings.

As I'm watching AL vs NL (all star baseball game)and I have issues. What team do I root for? I really like the Yankees. It goes against everything in me, but I just like 'em. The Rangers are growing on me. I hate the 'Stros. Here's the reason why: people call them "the 'Stros". That's so gay. If you're gonna talk about 'em--- call them the Astros. We don't call the Rangers the "Gers" do we? the Yankees the "Kees". I didn't think so. Therefore the "Stro's" are gay.

Monday July 11, 2004
We whooped EBC-White Oak in softball tonight. The score was 22-2. Here's the scoop. I'm playing with FUMC-White Oak because Kym (MVB's fiance) goes to church there. So, I'm sitting in the dug out sweating buckets-- I mean buckets. No one else is even glistening. I think I have a problem. I am mortified because there are cute guys swarming and I look like a drowned rat attempting to play catcher. Why does this always happen to me? Will I ever be the Whitney Gibson of the world? I see her at Parkeway and just cry because the home chick doesn't sweat. She can make it through a work out with ALL her makeup intact. Mine's gone in 2 seconds. Literally. The front of my shirt has all my make-up on it from me attempting to "dab" my forehead. It's not as bad as last week... I had to ride home from the game between two guys and I smelled worse than they did!

Wednesday July 7, 2004
The BAHAMAS were awesome! Wow. I'm so toasty though. I came to terms with a lot of stuff there. My friend Laura went with me and she's the best traveler ever. Our personalities compliment each other so well. I'll post pics soon.

WYWYWBM #4: She's a world traveling goddess that still wears a cowboy hat and says "Yes ma'am" to the flight attendant.