Daily Reminder

It’s really nice to have people in my life who will leave Reminders like this one in my phone without me knowing it…

The Quaildogs

Chamblee is such a tight knit crew. A blessing and a curse, sometimes you love it other times you hate it. Everyone pretty much knows everyone. This can be bad where if you do something everyone knows about it. More often than not it's far stretched from the actual truth. 


A good note is, we can always pull a lot of people together when someone needs us. I'm particularly referring to a friend who decides he wants to be in a band. Such friends like Daniel Groover who's gone off to be in Loudowuci and now I.O.Z. You can always count there's going to be a good bit of Chamblians in the crowd. Sometimes we've brought a long a friend or two who didn't have any ties and is now a fan. 


That all being said, I went to see The Quaildogs a couple nights ago. I'd been hearing about them through a high school buddies mom I still run into from time to time. I see her more often than my "friend" but that's besides the point. She'd kept saying I needed to check them out, me assuming it was some old foggie band I wasn't too interested. Later I found out her son, my friends little brother, was a band member. 


So, I arrange to go to their CD release at The Vinyl. As would be expected there was quite the array of Chamblians in the crowd. I thought it really great that all us came to support our friends baby brother and his friends. The Quaildogs did not need us! They packed this place out. Sure we helped out, but they were good enough to not need it. I was pleasantly shocked and surprised at what I was hearing. They were strikingly good. It was a blast all round, to hear good music and spend the night with some old friends. Cheap shirts, cheap cd's and even FREE sunglasses! The Vinyl apparently hadn't had that many people in a while so they were unprepared and the bartenders were horrible. Still GO QUAILDOGS! 

People Are Much More Glamorous When You Don't Know Them

This has proven true to me time and time again. A couple times in high school when I started hanging out with the "popular" guys. A couple times after high school when a heart throb finally discovered how awesome I was and I discovered how awesome he wasn't. Not that he was a bad guy, he just wasn't the person I thought he was and I now see him un romantically. 


It makes so much sense. We see people from a distance and make up anything we want about them. The lead singer in a band, a friend of a friend's brother, the motorcyclist that drives passed you on your way to work. Whatever the case may be, in reality they're nerds, or jerks, or just un appealing. We act so strange around those people. I try not to be intimidated by people, strangers, but it's hard when you've made up illusions about them. I need to remind myself of the few that I couldn't imagine myself ever interacting with and now they're great friends. 

Why Can't Dr's Make Their Appointments?

It never fails, every time I have a Dr's appointment I end up sitting and waiting, whether it be well passed the scheduled time or just a couple of minutes. And this infuriates me. Trust if you missed the appointment they'd slap you with a charge or replace you.  


Last week I had two appointments. One with the dreaded dentist and one to check on this weird thing I've been experiencing with my knee. The dentist was "suppose" to be quick and painless. I was just scheduled to have some ex rays of my mouth to turn into the insurance company. Apparently my mouth is "too small" or some shit because she could NOT get this one picture to take right, so she kept having to try again. I left with a swollen and sore mouth. Ouchers! Also it ran longer than it was suppose to. I should of known "quick" meant over 30 minutes in dentist terms. Besides the point, they scheduled me during their lunch hour. Why do dentist offices have their employees take lunch all at the same time? This does not make sense to me. I think there should always be someone there to greet and answer the phones. So, what is it I did when I got there? WAITED! And I had another appointment to get to so I was very antsy. 


My Dr's appointment was just as annoying. I got there literally ON TIME! I walk up, tell the not so happy person behind the desk my name and she says she'll let the Dr. know I'm here. Ok...Fine. Well it was fine until I ended up sitting in the waiting room 15 minutes passed my SCHEDULED appointment. Finally a nurse comes and takes me back. She takes me to another waiting room where she weighs me and has me sit down to...WAIT for the Doc. While waiting, probably 20-25 minutes, I was amazed at the make shift "changing room" pictured in this blog. Just a stool and curtain. Nice. The Dr. finally comes in and asks me a bunch of question as she sits at a desk typing everything I say into her laptop. She has me do some movement and basically tells me she doesn't know what it could be, but she'll take my blood to see if anything comes back. Mkay...


I go sit in a hallway waiting on a nurse to take me to draw my blood. I am sitting there listening to three nurses laugh and carry on rather loudly as I wait wait wait patiently (right my patience is running thin). One finally walks passed me and says "Are you ready". I'm thinking bitch are you ready? Seems I interrupted your down time! I just get up and follow her. She takes me to a very small room and says sit down. Again I'm thinking WHERE!? There are two seats and am I just to pick one? Whatever, I just say "is this one ok" she says "yes" not looking at me. I sit down and she gets right to it. Takes my arm, sticks me with a needle and draws my blood. Well thinks nurse, I'm not at all terrified of needles and this is painless... Insensitive much? She says, "apply pressure". I say "I'm sorry" because I didn't hear her, she says it again, I say, "I can not hear you". She gets it this time and says it so I can hear her. All awhile her back is to me and she never once actually looks at me. So, she says you're all done. This time I'm thinking damn don't tell me how to check out or anything. I thank you for your pleasantness. 


I decide I have to figure this out on my own. My Dr.'s office is new and this is the first time I'd been there. I go up to the front where I checked in and I seriously stand there for over 20 minutes  waiting for someone to pay attention to me so I can, you know, pay them! Finally got some attention and was on my way. I almost left without paying. 

My Video Debut

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Valentine’s Day Whoopee Pies

Despite my initial plan to boycott vday, not because I’m single but because of the loss we suffered last year, I had a pretty good one. A coworker gave me a cute lady bug card with home made chocolates and I did decided to dress in red with one of my favorite heart necklace creations. One of my beffies got me flowers and Mason Robert chocolates (the best) and we met with a friend and his youths for a “vdate” at the Mad Italian.

At arrival we were greeted with red carnations. Readers, you know carnations remind me of Garrett, so per usual and especially today he’s weighing heavy on my thoughts, the carnation made it even more, but in a lovely way. I got heart shaped ravioli which I thought was clever enough to take a picture of. To me it never looks as good in a picture as it actually are.

Finally it was time for desert. We’d been anticipating this because the friend we were dining with made it. Whoopee Pies. Red velvet crème filling whoopee pies. I’m not big on sweets, but damn were these pies good! I’ve blogged about his talents before; he made our pumpkin bday cake. Amazing! Yum! And we finished off the night with a red box movie at the hizzie, 50/50. It was funny and sad. 

My Besties

I use to say I didn’t have a best friend. This was because I thought, and felt, the same way of all my friends and didn’t want to put them in a category. As well I didn’t want anyone to feel left out. It’s so obvious in my older age who my actual best friends are. The ones, though I may not see as often, are there for me whenever and always.

My best friend Lars, who lives a way aways but I’ve known since 4^th grade. John, who I see at least once a week at our scheduled TV night, who I lived with for years barely coming out of that still friends, always makes it ok to be me. Wesley, whom I can be silly and act however I want with no judgment. And my sisters who define unconditional love. Gypsy gets extra points because she wasn’t born in, she chose us.

I have plenty of friends, some better than others, but it’s ok to have a few best.