You Got Lucky

Tom Petty is coming in concert this Sunday and I want to go. But it seems that I am the only one. So I will be one single Fish - dancing her heart out.

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You better watch what you say.
You better watch what you do to me.
Don't get carried away.
Girl, if you can do better than me, go...
Yeah, go...but, remember....
Chorus:
Good love is hard to find.
Good love is hard to find.
You got lucky, babe.
You got lucky, babe, when I found you.
You put a hand on my cheek,
And then you turned your eyes away.
If you don't feel complete,
If I don't take you all of the way then go...
Yeah, go...but, remember...

(Tom Petty)

Tag, You are it.....

I have been tagged again. By Holly

Being tagged is brilliant; it prevents me from having to be too creative after the weekend.

Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. Waitress (Case Ole - Mexican restaurant)
2. Steel Worker – (Worked at a steel mill for a couple of summers, it was a college tuition assistance program. I learned to handle a cutting torch and a band saw. Yeah, I am basically a badass….lol….)
3. Wal-Mart (Don’t laugh I was the pet department manager and then a customer service manager)
4. Legal Secretary/Paralegal

Four movies I would watch over and over: (Yes, I am basically lame, and for the record the first two are based on Shakespearian plays….)
1. Clueless
2. Ten Things I Hate About You
3. Shag
4. Copy Cat (with Harry Connick, Jr.)

Four places I have lived:
1. Watertown, NY
2. Mobile, Alabama
3. Houston, Texas
4. San Antonio, Texas

Four television shows I love to watch:
1. Grey’s Anatomy
2. CSI (all of them)
3. Sex in the City (Yes, it is over – but when I am blue, I will stick in DVD and laugh my ass off.)
4. How I Meet your Mother (I know, but I have a huge crush on Neil Patrick Harris)
5. Monk (which is better than #4, but lacks Mr. Harris)

Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Las Vegas, Nevada
2. Los Angeles, California
3. Kingston, Ontario
4. Washington, D.C.

Four websites I visit daily:
1. The Writer’s Almanac
2. All the blogs that I read
3. Horoscopes in the Houston Chronicle
4. Hotmail

Four of my favorite foods:
1. Mexican
2. Hot dogs (yum)
3. Macaroni and Cheese
4. Boiled shrimp

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. In bed – sleeping, reading, or snuggling
2. The beach – any beach – as long as it is sunny and there are people to bring me pina colodas.
3. London – dream vacation
4. Sydney – another dream vacation

Four friends that I think will respond:
Okay – I can think of a couple of people to tag this time.
1. changapeluda
2. e4c5
3. Julie - whose blog is yet to be named.

4. Anyone else that wants to get in on the action.

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars...

My little Pisces heart is just singing with sheer joy.

My daily horoscope reads as follows: You need to maintain a leisurely pace right now -- blah, blah, blah.... Book yourself some spa time or blah, blah, blah...... Settle down and let the world amuse you with its many delights and ideas.

Okay, I don’t actually believe in horoscopes - but when it justifies a spa day, what am I to do? And since I am a Pisces and prone to addictions, leisurely pace means grey goose and oj for dinner. Well, there is fruit involved and it will be very amusing.....

Help -

All week I have been plagued by the same movie lines running through my head. It is driving me ever so slightly mad. So I have decided to release them into the electronic void. Thus freeing myself for more important things. Such as old disco songs or perhaps lines from Weird Science.

So here it goes.......... "Ooh, sexy girlfriend.........No more yankie my wankie. The Donger need food."

Oh, I feel so much better now. Wait what is that line after - "Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl...." Fuck.

Something to Remember

A inspirational email from a friend. I actually think that I need to have the following bit tattooed across my ass.....

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Girls fall in love and chase aimlessly after the object of their affection, ignoring all "sign".

Grown women know that sometimes the one you love, don't always love you back—and move on, without bitterness.

Rockstar Supernova

I promised myself that I would not write about television shows, however at times I feel compelled.

Last night after the gym, I crawled into the house, desperate for a shower. Suddenly my senses were assaulted. I was inexplicably drawn to the television. That horrible sound, that hair, it is Rockstar Supernova. Sadly, I have stumbled into this particular event in the past. The show where the three worst - er - bottom people battle for their lives. Last night, one of them sang "Not an Addict." A song that I love. A song that I have posted up on the blog. A song that she should NOT have sung. I waited patiently for Dave Navarro to stand up and stop her. I mean really it is a Jane’s Addiction song. He must have been disgusted to the very core of his hot little being. It took several margaritas at a local restaurant to wash away the painful memories.

And on a more personal note - Mr. Lee, what the fuck? Your hair, I mean really. Please stop, I beg of you.

That Rascally Rabbit

It was on this day in 1940 that Bugs Bunny made his debut in a short animated film called "A Wild Hare". Bugs Bunny's first line in the cartoon, when he meets Elmer Fudd, is, "What's up, doc?" It was a phrase that one of the writers remembered people saying where he grew up in Texas.
(Writer's Almanac)

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I love Bugs Bunny, I always thought it was because the writing was a bit subversive, so you felt like you were getting away with something as a child. Perhaps it was just because it had a Texas edge.....

Good Morning Houston

Recently I met a woman that sails. After discussing my dream of retiring to a sail boat, to sail the seven seas, she told me off an all-women's sailing team. I gave her my email and long story short, I am now a member of the sailing team. Although, I have not done any sailing yet and still need to purchase large amounts of things. Anyway, whew, - this morning I see an email from the original sailing lady. I pop it open and *BAM* hot Italian soccer players. What a way to start the day. This just proves you should be nice to everyone because you never know who will send you photos of hot men in undies.....

Creative Evil - Again....

I can't help myself. Below is a tiny bit from a sweet poem that I read during my daily travels in and around the blog world. I don't want to steal these things, but sometimes the evil takes over......

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I laugh at your quick scampering
it makes me love you more
I'd love to give you pampering
and let you in my door.

There are more - e4c5

Dave (sigh) Matthews

I lie on my couch daydreaming. Dreaming of a time - a kitchen - preparing dinner for a man. Wine on the counter and Dave singing in the background. My cd rotation has been altered to enhance the daydream......

Crazy, how it, feels tonight.
Crazy, how you, make it all alright love.
You crush me, with the, things you do,
I do, for you, anything too oh.
Sitting, smoking, feeling high.
And in this, moment, ah, it feels so right.
Lovely lady, I am at your feet, oh, God I want you so badly.
And I wonder this could tomorrow be so wondrous as you there sleeping.

Let's go, drive til, the morning comes.
And watch the, sunrise, and fill our souls up.
Well drink some, wine til, we get drunk, yes...

Its crazy, I'm thinking, just knowing that the world is round.
I'm here I'm dancing on the ground.
Am I right side up or upside down, and is this real, or am I dreaming?
(Dave Matthews Band)

Argh!

A gift from one of my bosses. He said that it just seemed appropriate. Ha! It appears that I am portraying the correct image at work!

Fearing the Fall....

Walking towards the museum I suddenly feel his hand on mine. He wraps his fingers firmly around my hand, pulling me along with him, making me his. He seems unconcerned with what others think of us. I glance over at him and he just smiles back. I stare into his blue eyes and I fear the fall. But even more I fear not being able to fall. I worry that I will hurt him, the man that says the sweetest things to me and seems proud to be with me. Never straying from my side, always touching me and holding me close. I want to hide from him how broken I am inside. I never discuss the past, the others, the two that damaged me most of all, one with his hands and the other with his actions. I know that if this is just a brief moment in time, he helped me. He made me realize that I must reclaim my heart and that it is to be treasured. That I don’t have to be, as another calls me, a beautiful girl in a deep depression (stolen from a song). As he slides his hand along my back, I shiver, momentarily lost. I begin to think that perhaps I could fall.

This morning my phone sings to me. The message “I miss you this morning” sent to me before I have even crawled from my bed. Suddenly the cooing doves seemed sad compared to me. Yes, I can fall, just slower this time.

Vegas Bloody Vegas

Saturday night in Vegas was spent in part at the MGM Grand watching the Mosley v. Vargas Rematch. This is the view of the ring from my seat. It was actually much clearer than it appears. It was brilliant! I guess I am a bit more violent than some, but I love to watch boxing matches. It was one of the things that I would watch with my Dad; boxing, football, and James Bond. I am a southern daddy's girl, sometimes makes for an odd combination. Tale è vita.....

Tagged

I have been tagged twice by Holly. So here goes -

Top ten songs on my play list:

Whew! Just ten? Okay here goes -

1) All of my Love - Led Zeppelin

2) Oh Lonesome Me - Ray Charles

3) Two Step - Dave Matthews Band

4) Come Awake - David Crowder Band

5) Fool in the Rain - Umphrey's McGee (I just love their version of it)

6) Here Comes My Girl - Tom Petty

7) Fell in Love with a Boy - Joss Stone

8) Big Blue Sea - Bob Schneider

9) Nothing but a "G" Thing - Dr. Dre

10)Moses was a Good Man - Moses Guest

Now for the other one -

1. When did you start blogging and why? October of 2005, because my baby brother set up a blog for me.

2. What don't you talk about? hmmm....I don't intentionally set out to not discuss certain things. Some things just don't seem to lend themselves easily to discussion.

3. Are you and your blogging persona the same person? Sure one of two or three personas that I seem to jump between, perhaps this is why I confuse people.

4. How do you use blogging to build friendships? I never thought of it as a way to develop friendships, but luckily I have meet some very interesting people through blogging.

5. How would you describe your writing style? Manic.

Hmmm.....not sure who I should tag. I guess I will just say anyone that reads the blog today. Ha! I need a moment of evilness....

The Search

The clock strikes 3:30 a.m., and I stand in the middle of my closet, exhausted and a bit panicked. I have to be up in three hours to depart for Vegas, and I still have yet to pack a single item. I fall into pisces mode. All my plans for writing a list of outfits to wear, each carefully chosen to match the event, down to the frilly undergarments, have come crashing down around me. I now just grab for things that make me feel good. My pirate tank, a skirt that was cheap but everyone asks if I got at Ann Taylor, my favorite black dress and six – yes, six – different push-up bras with matching panties, thank you very much. I know that I am only to be in Vegas three days, but you never know what might come up. So all is tossed into a suitcase with a couple of pairs of heels, and I crawl off to bed.

Now I am in Vegas, standing in the middle of my hotel room, preparing for fight night. I throw back the lid to my suitcase to discover a card from TSA. I have been searched, well more correctly, my suitcase has been. Something did not seem right to them. Odd, since I only had clothes and shoes in this particular suitcase. Do you think, perhaps, it was the six bras that concerned “them”? Six bras – three days – she must be up to something. Search her bag! I feel slightly violated. I begin to pull things from my bag, wondering how intensely it was searched, only to discover a chilling bit of evidence. The belt to my sundress has been tied to the strap of the sundress in a big blue bow!?!? So un-pisces, and too organized, I think of the large gruff bag handler that formed this bow with my belt. Thank goodness I did not bring Pierre!

In Vegas...

Does she look tired? Because she is - very, very tired.

Since you've been gone....

How can I put it? you put me on
I even fell for that stupid love song
Yeah yeah
Since you've been gone

How come I never hear you say
I just wanna be with you
I guess you never felt that way

But since you've been gone
I can breathe for the first time
I'm so movin' on
Yeah yeah
Thanks to you
Now I get I get what I want
Since you've been gone

You had your chance you blew it
Out of sight, out of mind
Shut your mouth
I just can't take it
Again and again and again and again
(Kelly Clarkson)

Home again Home again - Jiggety-Jig

It is 1:00 a.m. and I peer from the plane into the night. Below me is home, Texas, welcoming me back. I imagine that the air is cool and crisp as the night should always be, but I know that it will be hot and moist. My sub-tropic home. I begin to miss the one that I always miss. My heart aches, as if finding its own broken beat again. While away, I was too busy to focus on the pain, too excited to dwell in sorrow. Now back in the state that I love, I find myself rushing quickly back to the old ways. As I walk into the airport to gather my luggage, I feel torn, I am an adult - able to navigate strange lands, getting myself to and from the airport without help. But here I am alone, no one to welcome me back. No one to listen to my stores of wild times in sin city. As I drive from the airport, I am overcome with a need to turn back. To buy a one way ticket anywhere. I want to go to a strange hotel and crawl under the covers dreaming of a new life, different from this. Somewhere with salty air. I want to dance in the sand and dream new dreams. Why do vacations have to end......

Fishy on the move....

Woo hoo..... I am off to Vegas this weekend. Where I am told that the ration of men to women is 4 to 1. That sounds like my kind of odds. Perhaps it will do more than Italy for boosting low self-esteem. I would promise a detailed accounting when I return on Wednesday - but you know what they say.......

Karma

PISCES:

The love you take now is equal to the love you make, so seek out opportunities to shower friends, coworkers, random strangers and even your annoying neighbor with wonderful good will. It's all about karma!

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Ironic, perhaps or the stars are singing to me. I had begun to imagine a post about how smart and sexy all the women that read my blog are. How brilliant it sounds to hear these words, and others, you are beautiful, hot, etc..... How pleasing it is have strange men blow kisses to you in the pounding heat of Texas summer traffic. Just the joy of being a vibrant woman, and how I hoped that each and every woman felt that same feeling of sexiness. So here is hoping for all of you, while working on my own karma.

A Frankly Fucking Fed-up Fishy

* Gentle readers be aware that language of a markedly blue sort could be contained in the following rant, um, post.

Welcome to the angry postings of a feisty fishy. I am filled with a sort of tension. Even the gentle buzz of my Pierre this morning did nothing to release the tension. I want to snap at the people around me, releasing my negative feelings into the air. I imagine that it would fall like pollution on those around me. Blah. Even the words to express it seem to be just out of reach. Fuck! I am ready to go back to bed.

The creepy girl that shares the cubicle with me at work, reachs out and touchs my shoulder, with a little giggle, she announces that she just wanted to touch me. Ugh! That is just the sort of oddity that has driven me to this state. Can't she tell that I am cranky?

But wait - I receive an odd comment from a co-worker: "Well??? Knowing you - if not sleeping, you are having fun." Not enough to save the day, as a matter of fact, the more I think about it, the more it starts to irritate me. What? Is that the sort of reputation I have around this place? BLAH!

Thievery

"I did not know I loved you until I heard myself telling so, for one instance I thought, "Good God, what have I said?" and then I knew it was true." ~ Bertrand Russell

As I bounce listlessly over blogs and through myspace, sometimes I stumple across thoughts that I love. So I pinch them, I am driven to evil by creativity.

The Measure of a Relationship

My friends insist that I go with them to single events. Not because I need to get out and meet people, but rather, it is their own desire to get out and meet people. They take me along for companionship, just in case the event and/or people attending fail to meet their expectations. Thus the reason that I find myself sitting on a couch in a crowd bar with a martini in hand.

A guy spots me and begins his initial approach. I find it much easier to be chatty with guys now that I have no interest in relationships. Perhaps this is unfair, maybe it causes false hope. I don't really concern myself with such matters. I view each of these new encounters as practice flirting or little victories over the mouse inside me.

During the course of our conversation, it comes out that he learned to speak French from a Belgian girl that he once dated. He talks to me for a moment in French, and the southern girl in me instantly wants to send her a thank you card. She has taught him something that all women will benefit from. I begin to wonder what I have taught my exs. I can't really think of anything. Perhaps a desire to read more, or the knowledge that tennis shoes are meant only for the gym. I want to call and ask each of them. I fear that I failed to do my part to improve them for the next female. Did they learn some sort of interesting tongue or hand position? The art of lubricant? How to cook a romantic dinner? Something that improved them? I guess I will never know.

Then I think about what each of them taught me. One taught me a love of the gym, a dedication to health that I had forgotten but pain has reminded me of. He also taught me of another culture, a love of their food and a couple of endearments in another language. Another taught me to love science fiction. How to make a stir fry and the words to every Billy Joel song. Just little things that have altered the person that I am. Perhaps that is the measure of a relationship, not just a sexual one but all relationships, how much you learn from the other person.

Postsecret

I find this one very poignant. A painful sentiment so elegantly stated. It makes my heart ache.

The Letter "P"

Our Friday evening will be based on things that begin with the letter “P”. Can you think of any words that begin with “P”? Good.

Tonight I plan to wear my party dress and pose near the bar. Sipping pina colodas, and perusing the pulsing crowd of people for the perfect penis (read, man). He should be a piratey type fellow that comes with his own plank. (argh!)

Afterwards it is home for porn and popcorn. I will get perfectly positioned on the couch, porn playing, popcorn at hand and Pierre* full of fresh batteries. Popcorn because when you watch porn your hands should be hot, slippery and salt. At least, that is my personal belief.

Then I will pass out, the pulsing porn sounds easing me to slumber. All in all a particularly pleasing Friday.

This post has been brought to you by the polished, poised, precise letter “P”.

* I think that he is French because he appears a bit cocky.

Phishy History

It was on this day in 1957 that two teenagers named John Lennon and Paul McCartney first met at a church dance in Liverpool, England.

Because we should all know when the Beatles were born - and because I appear to lack the creative spark.

Ode to Rain

Rain, rain go away.
You make my hair curly,
and I don't like it that way.

Horoscope for a little Phish

It is about mother fucking time -

PISCES: So you can be a little gullible sometimes -- but not right now, and especially not in the realm of romance. Engage the ol' brain as well as your optimistic heart, and keep your hopes within the realm of the realistic.

Texas Blues Cure

I am feeling a bit out of sorts, fuzzy at the edges if you will. I am on the edge of tears and sadness, but I refuse. I have to be strong. So I plan to kick these blues – Texas style. So tonight, for those of you that love and know me, I will be drinking beers in a bar where I can hear and sing along to one, if not all three of the following songs (after the gym, of course) …

So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain. No,
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name.
(David Alan Coe)

'Cause I've got friends in low places

Where the whiskey drowns

And the beer chases my blues away

And I'll be okay

I'm not big on social graces

Think I'll slip on down to the oasis

Oh, I've got friends in low places
(Garth Brooks)

All my ex's live in Texas,
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee.

Some folks think I'm hidin',
It's been rumored that I died,
But I'm alive and well in Tennessee.
(George Straight)

If this fails, I know of a blues joint, and I am not opposed to shooting something a bit harder. Then I can rock myself to sleep with Led Zeppelin and Tom Petty.

Black crowes, bats and a pygmy or two

Finally a weekend where I was busy and still managed to get my laundry done and my closet sorted. Lately it seems that I have just been running all weekend. I am never able to get to those mindless tasks that need to be done. I think I finally have figured out how to do both. Play and work - you just don't sleep.

Friday night was the bat boat tour. A peaceful boat ride up the scenic Houston bayou *ugh* to a bridge that supports a 300,000 bat colony of Mexican free tail bats. We sat and watched as the bats vortexed and flew about, leaving the bridge for a night of feasting.

Saturday night was a concert (Velcro Pygmies) of an 80's metal type band. They do some covers, Whitesnake, Kiss, Guns-n-Roses. I am actually ashamed to say that I knew all the words to most of the songs. The highlight of the evening was watching a friend remove a blow-pop from the guitarist’s pants. Very nice. Later she had “one of the twins” signed - so really it was a high class evening [grin].

Sunday night it was watching the Black Crows, outdoors on a blanket in the breeze. Not a blow pop in sight.

All in all a busy time with laughter, drinks, and mayhem. And I still managed to come out with clean clothes and all my shoes in boxes. Brilliant.

Literature

"We need the books that affect us like disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us." ~ Franz Kafka