Utter and Bitter Disappointment

In selfish scalpers... In myself... & in the inevitable habits of cruel time...

On our way back to Austin, James and I were going to try to go to the Spurs game. We stopped at a couple of ticket places, but nobody was selling anything for less than $150 per ticket for uppers. We decided to go ahead and pay the required arm & leg to park, then try to get some from a scalper closer to the arena. We have been successful doing that before, but evidently, it's a bit more difficult to do for a playoff game... prices were still about $140 per seat from the few scalpers around. Even halfway into the first quarter, nobody would come down on their prices, so James and I are now sitting at Hooligans watching the game, and I still do not have my sparkly pink jersey. :(

When we first got here, they were showing all the celebrities at the game... They showed Tommy Lee Jones, and of course, Eva. Then they showed some old guy. Some totally nondescript old guy in a baseball cap, sitting next to a middle-aged blonde woman. Just as the words, "Who's that old guy supposed to be??" came out of my mouth, the words popped on the big screen...

George. Strait. (and his wife Norma.)

It was my hunny. The man I've been in love with since my prenatal days. The man that winked, waved, and smiled at me as he drove away from the DQ in Dilley. The man that wrote and sang "I Cross My Heart" for me (he did SO). THAT man.

It wasn't just the lack of cowboy hat and view of that adorable Wrangler-clad posterior that made me mistake him for just "some old guy"... He looked so unbelievable aged, I don't know if i would have recognized him in his traditional cowboy hat! Surely i would have if he had smiled at me... those dimples are unmistakable... but then, i thought his whole aura was unmistakable...


I have been plunged into the depths of despair. :(:(:(:(

One more for today...

I've got a pretzel in my head!!!

Anyone watch LOST? awesome... Sooo confusing...

I had nightmares after last night's episode... I woke myself up talking in my sleep because I kept dreaming I was dying. I was dreaming I was Sun on Lost...

Actually, I've been doing that a lot lately... odd, eh? Over the past few weeks, I've been shot (a few times), chased down & knifed, drowned, chopped up into slices, and just faded out... CREEPY!!! and no, if you dream yourself ded, you dont actually die...

anyone into dream analysis??

Am I evil for being so annoyed by this?

In the coffee shop area of borders, there is a group of 5 within earshot of me. They apparently have never met each other before. Their goal in their meeting is to "brainstorm ways to combine their passions: art, fundraising for various charities, cultural diversity, and their faith". They all have the same annoyingly soothing tone of voice and superior air of "mineth doesn't stinketh" about them. Isn't Borders a bit commercial for them? Isn't there some completely unknown hipster coffee shop (perhaps in Austin) they should be sponsoring??

have i told you how much i LOVE my job?

I do. I really really do. Right now, I am sitting in Borders at the Quarry on my supercool laptop, working (yes, I really am! some), and drinking a yum coffee. James had an install on the north side today, so we came down this morning, had lunch at Pei Wei, and he dropped me off here to shop work. Later, we're meeting up with my parents for dinner & the races at Retama Park, then heading home for the weekend. Keep your toes crossed for me... there's talk of working next week from the cabin in Ruidoso...

I think we're gonna try to go to the Spurs game on Sunday on our way back to Austin... see?? I reeeeeally DO neeeeed this. And I've worked it all out... If I wear it on every game day next year (not counting next year's playoffs), it would average out to costing about a dollar per time to wear it!! And I know I'd wear it for more than a year... so I'm allowed to spend a retarded amount of money on a cool sparkly pink jersey, right??

A Post for the Sake of Posting...

ohaiguys! Sry I haven't been posting much lately... Guess I just haven't had much to post about...

Last week, we went to the spurs game (the one in which the Spurs won the series against the Suns). It was pretty fun... Our tickets were pretty high up, but center court. A kid sat 2 seats down from me, but his binoculars and his attention were glued to the game the entire time, so YaY! Someone had the brilliant idea to hand out maracas to the sold-out crowd, so the arena sounded a bit like 20,000 tiny rattlesnakes on speed... Also, some guy behind me somehow kept clapping his maracas in my hair... All in all, it was a great time... OOh... I found out I neeeed this. I believe that's the one Eva wears when cheering on Tony (except hers is #9, of course).

I've been doing research on starting a website for the company. I'm coming to find out that I've become my dad... anything I touch that is electronic refuses to work for me. Oh well... the "For Dummies" book I've been reading should help... if anyone has any suggestions, they'd be greatly appreciated.

Hmm... what else has been going on... Just the usual, really... Monday night poker, Wednesday night trivia, and we're headed home for Mom's day weekend. I guess that's about it... oh yeah... I got my very own laptop. AND super cute bag to carry it in. :)

Anyway, sorry for the boring post... but, I suppose any post is better than no post.

Oops... it's almost noon... time for breakfast!

As Promised, Bathtime for Max

A couple of weeks ago, Max got out a couple of times (you should have seen the dogs trying to make friends with him!), got pretty muddy, and turned into a bit of a fleabag. James had some kitteh shampoo on hand, so we decided it was time for Max & Annie to have their baths. Max went first, and after the very necessary peticure, we finally got him in the sink. The entire process was hysterical, but required all 4 hands, so we didnt get any pictures until it was time to dry him off. Next, Annie had her turn. She had taken baths before, and she's about a quarter Max's size, so James could hold her while I took a couple of pics. In the middle of it all, the guy from the phone company showed up, and he looked at me pretty strangely when I opened the door, and the entire kitchen was covered in watery soap suds, and he saw what we were doing to our animals... Hope he didnt call PETA... Anyway, here are the pics...

think I'll name him Scuttle...

Have you missed me, fair readers? I've missed you too. And, I've lots to catch up with you on. Nothing important, just all the daily joys of Lin at Home.

You may be wondering to yourself, "wait a minute... is this the same Lindsey I know?? It's awfully early for her to be alive..."

You are correct, my friend. Believe me, it was not by choice that I am awake at this ungodly hour (ie, in the eights)...

There is a lovely birdfriend that lives in the tree outside my bedroom window at my apartment complex. For some reason, he thinks the sixes are a good hour to begin practicing his arias.

I've no idea what kind of bird he is, except that I think maybe he is akin to our favorite animated albatross that so brilliantly serenaded us in The Little Mermaid. Perhaps he moved to Texas because he couldnt find work during the Writer's Strike. Perhaps I should invest in some avian singing lessons from Cinderella or Princess Giselle from Enchanted...

Anyway, I woke up, he was too noisy to go back to sleep, so I came on over to James' house, and by the time I got here, I was too awake to go back to sleep.