June 16, 2011 at 12:44 pm (Uncategorized)

As most of you know, Chris and I broke up last Thursday. Don’t feel bad. It is a good thing for both of us and we are still very good friends. However, we now have the tedious task of untangling our lives that have been growing together for five years. So last Saturday when it was 74 degrees out, I took advantage of the house not being a million degrees and started boxing stuff up. I was doing very good until I found a bunch of pictures. Most of them were from Indiana, but there were little pockets of Virginia pictures. And that’s when I came across this:

This is a picture of Kristen, Shelley, me, and Heather with one of our oldest regulars Cajun. Cajun passed away about 7 years ago. It was a very surreal moment when he came to the bar and told us he was dying and that he would be moving back down to New Orleans to spend the rest of his time on earth. When Cajun would come into the bar, you always groaned a little bit. He was cranky and picky and sometimes just plain mean and rude. If there was too much head on a beer, he sent it back. Or if it sat too long and the head of the beer disolved, he would make you top it off. But every once in a while, Cajun would crack a joke or say something that just made you laugh your ass off. As much as any one of us groaned when seeing Cajun, deep down we all loved him. We loved his attitude and gave it right back to him which he loved even more.

This picture also made me reflect a lot. At that time, all four of us girls were bartending at Glory Days, the place that brought us together. As of just a few weeks ago, none of us work there. We all have big girl jobs and big girl homes. I’m just so proud of how each one of us has grown as people and yet still managed to stay very close despite miles and miles between some of us. There isn’t anything that one of us wouldn’t do for the other and I’m proud to call these girls my friends. Here’s to all being back in Virginia one day and here’s to Cajun may he rest in peace!


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Ladies Night Out!!

June 8, 2011 at 1:05 pm (Uncategorized)

Its not often I get a ladies night out in Indy. So when Misty and Angela invited me to join them for drinks and dinner, I said yes immediately. We went to this restaurant tucked away in the neighborhood of Broad Ripple called Fire on the Monon. I had never been here before so I was super excited to check it out. When Misty and I walked in, we realized this place’s air conditioning was broken. WTF??? I gotta live in at home and now this? But we put on a happy face and sat down. Angela showed up with Van for dinner. Here’s my hot date for the evening.

Eventually Nick came and took Van home so us ladies could continue on. I had the Nero salad which was a ceasar salad with roasted aparagus and tomatoes on it. It was very good! Don’t worry Dana, Angela got the veggie pizza and let me have a piece. It was yummy as well! After melting for an hour or so, we decided to change venues so we could cool off. And also, Fire does not serve liquor. I managed to suffer through an Upland Wheat. But I was ready for some booze. We walked down to Plumps, a dog friendly bar, only to find out that they don’t have air conditioning either. Ugh! So we decided to sit on the patio and drink margaritas. Thank you ladies, for a great evening, amazing conversation, and a listening ear. I appreciate you guys and can’t wait to conspire with Angela on Misty’s bachelorette party!

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)*&@#%^ House

June 6, 2011 at 12:50 pm (Uncategorized)

I know most of have probably heard me complain about the house we are currently renting. I hate it. I absolutely hate it. When I first moved there, Dana made me say one nice thing about the house a day. I think that last three days. I don’t know why but this morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and just feel like bitching about this house. Probably b/c the last thing I did last night was look for new places.

The first awful thing about is, there is no air conditioning. This is completely my fault and maybe I’m spoiled, but in 2010 I never even thought about having to ask if there was air conditioning. Our awesome ex-neighbors gave us a window unit which we have put in our bedroom. We are so thankful because we are able to sleep at night. However, this pretty much means I have a summer looming ahead of me that consists of me living in my bedroom. The rest of the house is unbearable. I’ve moved Hank’s kennel to the bedroom so that he can stay cool during the day. I feel frustrated at the thought of cleaning or doing laundry. That means I have to go out in the sauna.

The next awful thing is the electricity. We have had major problems with outlets blow, lights bulbs literally exploding, flickering to completely losing half the power. Since we put in the window unit, our bedroom power flickers constantly which scares the crap out of me. This also means that Chris wants the least amount of things plugged into the two crappy outlets in our room. Do you ever stop to think how many things you plug in? Tv, chargers, lamps, alarm clock, dvd player, wii, computer, etc. We know that we are very close to that power just going to shit. Thank god for renter’s insurance and thank god for neighbors who will let me crash in their guest bed with my dog on the nights I’m too scared to stay in that house.

The third worst thing about this house are the mice. I’ve been kind of quiet about this part because to be truly honest, I’m embarrassed. Again, call me spoiled, but I’ve never ever lived in a home that had a single mouse. Not one. This apparently is a very common theme on my street. And once you get rid of the ones that were living in your home while it was vacant, then someone else moves onto to the street and stirs up a whole new bunch of them. I’ve killed more of these than I care to say. My biggest fear is one day Hank is going to catch one of these little jerks and bring them to me as a gift. I think I will die.

The fourth worst thing about my house is my landlady. She’s a slum lord. If my grass gets a centimeter too high for her, she is knocking on my door, leaving me notes, calling my cell phone. However, when our chandelier exploded (literally, I have pictures), it took almost four months for her handy man to replace it. When our shower was leaking so bad it was coming through the ceiling in the kitchen, it took almost a month to fix that. PS It just started leaking again, but when we called the handyman, his phone has been disconnected. She didn’t clean the house at all before we moved which is illegal. She came and mowed our lawn one day without warning and then tried to charge us $40. Did I mention she barely speaks english so communication is awesome with her?

The last thing I hate about this house is the condition that it is in generally. I mentioned before that she didn’t clean the joint at all. By this I mean, when we got the power on, that’s when we saw all the cobwebs, dirts, grime, etc. It took us three house on the kitchen alone. There was stuff left from previous tenants. Light switches are on backwards. The kitchen sink? Oh we pull the lever up to turn on the water. Doors have multiple door knobs on them from when one broke and they just put another one on. Several of our light switches don’t have coverings to them so wires are exposed. Oh our upstairs bathroom, only half a door knob. So you can close it from the inside, but not the outside. I think its helped Chris to learn to keep the toilet seat down. Most of our blinds don’t have the coverings on the front of them so when you go to pull them up, they completely fall down. Haha, on one of our front windows, she didn’t even buy a blind long enough for the window so she put a wooden board up for more privacy.

So in other words, I’m not looking forward to this summer unless I plan to be out of that house every single weekend. I know some of you are probably thinking how could you move into a house that was so bad. Well, when we were looking at this place, we couldn’t do until 6:30 at night in September. So the lighting was awful, she had all the utilities shut off and to be honest, this house does have a lot of potential. I do love the living room and dining room (minus the nails that are constantly coming up on the wood). We thought the place had a lot of character and it was huge for what we were paying. We were excited to get out of an apartment and into something that Hank could have more space in. So hopefully, I can shake this mood off today. Because I hate being grumpy. šŸ˜¦

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