It's a Boy.

I got a kitty! Help me name him.

My New Best Friend

I'm bored. That has been my motto for the past three years. Here I am in Wichita, Kansas working on my Masters Degree in Horn performance and I am bitching about not having enough to do. I know, it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. My first semester I watched A LOT of T.V.. In all fairness, it was the first time that I had access to cable television since MTV got taken away for filling my head with all sorts of suggestive messages. Second semester...what did I do second semester? I think that was when I played poker all night and ventured into the wonderful world of beer. It is soooo good. Cave Creek Chili Beer is nooooo good though. I can't remember what I did to fill my time last year. Hmmm. Thinking.....thinking.....thinking......GOT IT. That was the year I got calendar raped by my boss. When I wasn't at school I was at work. And when I was supposed to be at school I was at work. When I should have been sleeping I was at work, and when I was supposed to be practicing guess where I was-at work. I don't seem to have that particular problem lately. Hehehe. Now it is a new problem. "Mom, I'm bored." (you just gotta say in that 2 year old turned 25 whiney voice that all children no matter what the age can master) I could practice. But I do a lot of that as it is. So what do I do when I am not practicing or in rehearsal or teaching lessons? I don't know. The last few days I have been working on a story. It's quite a bit of fun and OMG relaxing for the most part. You can view the star of my latest creation below. (Hint: his name is Samuel and he is a porcupine) I know I am not even close to a good artist, but I thought he turned out kind of cute. A little strung out looking, YES. But cute nonetheless. (Jeffery thinks he looks like a big old nasty juicy bug that went splat on the window of a car traveling 65 MPH)

Call me Ted

Just saranwrap my boobs down, give me a pair of tube socks, and call me Ted. I am becoming a man. That's what I have decided. I think it will make things a whole lot easier. I suppose a majority of you all are scritching your heads saying to yourselves WTF? Today I picked up my car at Nail's Automotive. And I got dicked over. Partially because I am a pushover and partly because I come complete with a 38D rack and vagina. I quit. I never really believed that the world was still a man's world after all this time. I can say for certain that in the world of automotive jazz a woman will still get taken advantage of, weather it be at the dealership, the bank getting a car loan, or at the mechanic. It is so frustrating. How is it possible that women still put up with this, though I suppose I am not one to talk since I let it happen to me. When I saw the bill and all the stuff they did to my car that I specifically said no to I should have just told them "Thank you for your generosity in being very thorough with my car, but I did not authorize these repairs and I am simply not going to pay for something that I said no to." But I didn't. Yes, I questioned it. And you know what his answer was? "The work has already been done, and I just didn't want a purdy little lady to get stranded somewhere." Pardon the following language, but FUCK YOU. I'm done with my feminist rant. Thanks for listening. I guess I will probably just save the tube socks and saranwrap for special occasions. P.S. Does anyone have any men's underwear? I don't know that my lady drawers can accommodate a pair of tube socks.