LOTS HAPPENED WHILE YOU WERE GONE, VON.
...umm, mainly drunk-blogging. Well, there's that.
awesome
OH! week before last was SUPERB in music releases.
do tell?
We busted Kathleen's. And 3Bulls (Now NOBODY can comment there).
that's sad....
sigh. my life is so dull.
Says the dude who hangs out with one of his favorite bands.....
ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...
I hurt my foot chasing some deer with the dawwg.
I am sad for you. I will take that darn dog off your hands and send you some ice packs.
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
See, thunder, I TOLD you Von wasn't off being roadie and guitar tech for Whitesnake.
The less you know, the less I have to deny......
fish said...
I totally had Von pegged as a Warrant kind of girl.
See above. Von is nothing if not.....versatile.....
Michael said...
I was involved in a science experiment while you were away. Although I'm told that I should avoid getting angry, and to buy a lot of purple pants. So there was that... but you were missed.
I thought that was you, looking all serene, rocking some purple pants. This response color is in honor of you.
Big Bad Bald Bastard said...
I've joined another fantasy baseball league. That is now two for me for this year.
Can your two teams play against each other?
Von versus Von!
I don't think ANYONE wants to see that. It would be....interesting, at best.
mikey said...
Say, would that be Uncle Johns Band?
Cause...
The first days are the hardest days
Don'tchu worry any more
'Cause when life looks like easy street
There is danger atcher door...
I don't know if you read the comics but here's a favored take on fantasy sports: http://tinyurl.com/7gphrsa
LOVE
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
While I do not think I was missed very much
jeez, Von, I spent nearly every comment in the last couple of threads hassling you for not being around. What do you need, a show-stopping number?
WHY, YES - YES I DO
(sigh) ...OK, here goes. Hit it, Sam!!!
hooray!
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
I'm itching to call another blogger on the phone and have a chat. For the first time ever. It could happen this week. Any guesses who I am calling?
No one guessed. But due to a nasty stomach ailment, I didn't call. But I will.
Oh boy is there an evil answer I could make to that one....
Go for it. Don't forget I know where you live. I may not be able to drive there, but there's a train and a taxi that seperates us, that's all.
SMILEY.
Smiley back!! :)
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
It's no longer Monday. New Bruce Springsteen album today.
True. It is now Thursday. And I really really dig all that I have heard of the new album.
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
No one left me any Skittles vodka in my absence.
It's like you don't even know us.
I can haz Skittlez vodkas?
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
WHY IS VON NOT ANSWERING MY COMMENTS.
Because I was wicked busy doing the worky work things!!! All the things!
Mendacious D said...
My comments aren't even registering. This must be karmic retribution for 3Bulls. All of it.
I used to have a MenD. He doesn't come around these parts too much anymore. I miss him.
:)
mikey said...
Von seems to have some kind of...I dunno, Life or somedamnthing.
Sometimes....
She doesn't seem to place the appropriate level of focus on us imaginary friends.
I will work on it.....
I honestly can't imagine what she does all day and all night...
Send your mind to the gutter, then go darker, then you have your answer.....
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
mikey, right? She definitely needs to re-order her priorities to be more in line with the attitudes of well-balanced individuals like you and me.
I'm working on it!!!!
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
Hey Von! Want a Mekons poster?
Is this bribery I see before me?
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
Von?
Hmmm?
Von?
What?!?!?
The comments. They are rather superior to my writings this week!!!
I very much like you all. Very much like.
Stay golden, Pony boy.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
And then, and then, and then.....
While I do not think I was missed very much, I do know that I very much missed being here.
Not that anything exciting good or bad went on last week, just that I missed this.
Taking a few moments to write some bull shit that someone somewhere might take a few minutes to read.
Work is kicking my ass in the worst way. To the point that I made some mistakes late in the day on Friday because I felt pressured to get something done. I knew better. I knew my eyes and brain were too tired to get this thing finished 100% correctly. But, I felt it had to be done on Friday. Not sure if the pressure was internal or external.
I've joined another fantasy baseball league. That is now two for me for this year. Makes me think I might actually end up giving a shit for longer. Plus, in my primary league, I have Pujols, so there's that.
I blew off guitar graduation on Saturday. I feel kinda bad about it, but not too much. I had over booked my day, and it was a cold shitty weather day. If I had gone to class/graduation, then my guitar would have been in the car for something like 12 hours - which is SO not good for the guitar. So I skipped it and went to pick up my new black with flower patterned mary janes instead. If you know me at all, you know I gotta have a kickin' new pair of mary jane's at least once a year.
My entire family is driving me bat shit. This includes VonMom, VonSis, and the steps. All of them. I'm thinking they are the reason I can't sleep at night.
Oh, yeah, I can't sleep at night. Again. Awesome.
I'm working Thursday night at Old Town, and then am off and have zero plans for Friday and Saturday nights. Stay tuned to see if this actually stays the case.
This coming Sunday night, John's band is playing at Reggie's in the South Loop. Because I am an old lady, I will be taking Monday off work. Ok, I am an old lady, AND the clocks are changing, AND John and Toni are off Monday and are going to Kuma's. So there's all of the real reasons.
No one left me any Skittles vodka in my absence.
I wonder if Jennifer meant it, and she really will not be back. That would make me sad.
I'm itching to call another blogger on the phone and have a chat. For the first time ever. It could happen this week. Any guesses who I am calling?
Happy Monday, if you are so inclined.
Not that anything exciting good or bad went on last week, just that I missed this.
Taking a few moments to write some bull shit that someone somewhere might take a few minutes to read.
Work is kicking my ass in the worst way. To the point that I made some mistakes late in the day on Friday because I felt pressured to get something done. I knew better. I knew my eyes and brain were too tired to get this thing finished 100% correctly. But, I felt it had to be done on Friday. Not sure if the pressure was internal or external.
I've joined another fantasy baseball league. That is now two for me for this year. Makes me think I might actually end up giving a shit for longer. Plus, in my primary league, I have Pujols, so there's that.
I blew off guitar graduation on Saturday. I feel kinda bad about it, but not too much. I had over booked my day, and it was a cold shitty weather day. If I had gone to class/graduation, then my guitar would have been in the car for something like 12 hours - which is SO not good for the guitar. So I skipped it and went to pick up my new black with flower patterned mary janes instead. If you know me at all, you know I gotta have a kickin' new pair of mary jane's at least once a year.
My entire family is driving me bat shit. This includes VonMom, VonSis, and the steps. All of them. I'm thinking they are the reason I can't sleep at night.
Oh, yeah, I can't sleep at night. Again. Awesome.
I'm working Thursday night at Old Town, and then am off and have zero plans for Friday and Saturday nights. Stay tuned to see if this actually stays the case.
This coming Sunday night, John's band is playing at Reggie's in the South Loop. Because I am an old lady, I will be taking Monday off work. Ok, I am an old lady, AND the clocks are changing, AND John and Toni are off Monday and are going to Kuma's. So there's all of the real reasons.
No one left me any Skittles vodka in my absence.
I wonder if Jennifer meant it, and she really will not be back. That would make me sad.
I'm itching to call another blogger on the phone and have a chat. For the first time ever. It could happen this week. Any guesses who I am calling?
Happy Monday, if you are so inclined.
Monday, February 27, 2012
We've Got a Post: Be Careful What You Ask For/ ZRM Edition
Kinda working out some things in my own mind before I put fingers to keyboard, so
That's never worked out for me...
Just leave the liquor cabinet with a little something left.
No promises. ....wait, do I even have keys here? How did that happen?
Do you have a Romantics CD? Cuz that's ALWAYS a problem.
whew. Just getting over a cold/flu hybrid, and feeling kinda punchy. Jefferson Starship on the new iPod, and I can FEEL the office rum calling out to me....
Does this qualify as a post yet? It's certainly more than I've put up at MY blog, even when I'm not just posting videos that Google won't even embed.
That's never worked out for me...
Just leave the liquor cabinet with a little something left.
No promises. ....wait, do I even have keys here? How did that happen?
Do you have a Romantics CD? Cuz that's ALWAYS a problem.
whew. Just getting over a cold/flu hybrid, and feeling kinda punchy. Jefferson Starship on the new iPod, and I can FEEL the office rum calling out to me....
Does this qualify as a post yet? It's certainly more than I've put up at MY blog, even when I'm not just posting videos that Google won't even embed.
Where's Von?
Kinda Fridge note:
Dear Readers,
I am:
For now.
see what I did there?!?
Be back soon.
Those with keys - have at it for this week. Just leave the liquor cabinet with a little something left.
Dear Reader
I am:
- Swamped at work, where I admittedly write these lovely missives, so
- BFF Shannon is now working for the same company, on the same floor, so going out to lunch trumps writing for now
- Learning my new ergonomic keyboard is difficult, and do not feel confident typing anything to you
- Kinda working out some things in my own mind before I put fingers to keyboard, so
For now.
see what I did there?!?
Be back soon.
Those with keys - have at it for this week. Just leave the liquor cabinet with a little something left.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
I want
- Romance
- Flowers
- Love songs
- Candy
- Good scotch
- Great sex
- Marriage
Friday, February 17, 2012
Well, there goes that
There is one thing I hate over and above all other things.
Being blown off.
Let me define "blown off": We have plans. There is a specific day and rough estimate of time and location is set. There is a plan. That day and time come and go, no word from the other person. No word at all.
There is a reason for this - watch me go all psychology on your asses.
When I was little and my parents divorced, I was too young to know that my biological father was a total and complete piece of shit. So I would sit in our big front window every weekend and wait for bio father to show up. Sometimes, he did. Most times, he didn't. Then, he stopped coming all together.
So, whenever someone (ANYONE) blows me off, I become the little girl waiting in the big picture window, looking at every car that passed, wondering if that's the one that's going to stop and pick me up to spend time with me.
I've been this way my whole life. The easiest way to hurt me is to blow me off.
It tells me that I have no value to you - that whatever you are doing or not doing, I'm not even a thought in your mind. Especially now in this day and age, when you can so easily send a text. Even if it's a lie, or two words - you can text and say "not coming". Then I won't fall asleep on the couch, waiting and wondering. Then, I won't feel like I have no value. Then I won't be staring out the window.
Junior blew me off last night. So this is a two steps back kind of day. Confidence shaken, value devalued.
Hope he knows he no longer exists in my universe.
Being blown off.
Let me define "blown off": We have plans. There is a specific day and rough estimate of time and location is set. There is a plan. That day and time come and go, no word from the other person. No word at all.
There is a reason for this - watch me go all psychology on your asses.
When I was little and my parents divorced, I was too young to know that my biological father was a total and complete piece of shit. So I would sit in our big front window every weekend and wait for bio father to show up. Sometimes, he did. Most times, he didn't. Then, he stopped coming all together.
So, whenever someone (ANYONE) blows me off, I become the little girl waiting in the big picture window, looking at every car that passed, wondering if that's the one that's going to stop and pick me up to spend time with me.
I've been this way my whole life. The easiest way to hurt me is to blow me off.
It tells me that I have no value to you - that whatever you are doing or not doing, I'm not even a thought in your mind. Especially now in this day and age, when you can so easily send a text. Even if it's a lie, or two words - you can text and say "not coming". Then I won't fall asleep on the couch, waiting and wondering. Then, I won't feel like I have no value. Then I won't be staring out the window.
Junior blew me off last night. So this is a two steps back kind of day. Confidence shaken, value devalued.
Hope he knows he no longer exists in my universe.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
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