It's Just Freakin' Unbelievable!

The one Friday night I do not go out and who does Cara talk to? Yep, you guessed it...
Matthew McConaughey!!! I have been out every single Friday night as long as I can remember. Why, on this night, did I choose to stay in? Why did I say no on this night? I am so unbelievably upset that I could cry. I just can't believe it! It's just another exmple of the luck that I have. Why did this week have to be one of the most stressful and draining weeks of my life? I always have energy for Hank's, but just not tonight. I know there will be many more nights to meet him, but I will have a hard time getting over this particular night. Cara said that he walked into Hank's for a brief moment and then he walked out. Hank's is a small bar and she said it was crowded tonight. Cara followed him to St. Mark's (a bar down the street). She said she was standing by the restrooms and she realized that he was three feet away from her. She approached him by putting her hand on his shoulder. At this point, I probably would have pissed my pants, but she said she kept her cool. She said that a bunch of twenty year old, tan, big boobed girls were staring at her wondering how the hell she was talking to them. She said, "Those skinny, young, big boobed, tan bitches can kiss my big, fat, white ass!" She welcomed him to Huntington and wanted to make sure that he was having a good time. He raised his beer to Cara and said that he had only been here about 30 minutes, but so far he was. We figured that Hank's was probably the first place that he went in Huntington. I knew that he would be there at some point and everyone laughed at me. Why did it have to be the night I stayed home? I may never get over this! There is a block party tomorow on 4th Ave. (in front of Hank's) to introduce the stars. I am planning on going down there early so maybe I will get my chance then.
I just got a text message from Sarah that said, "I just touched the big m! More later! Whoo!" Damn, why am I at home writing a stupid blog entry? I am half tempted to get a shower and get my ass dowtown.
On another note, I almost became a mother again today. Rea found a sweet little puppy in the parking lot this morning. She brought it by work today and I didn't want to let him go. He was so sweet and cute. He just layed on me and slept. I have never seen a puppy as calm as this one. If I had a house with a fenced in yard, he would have been mine. I thought I was going to have to take him for the weekend until we found a home for it, but I didn't. Todd found a guy that wanted to give it to his kids. He layed in a box for a couple of hours until Todd left. We got him out for a little bit to run around. I tried to talk John into letting us have him as an office mascot, he wasn't going for that idea. Here are a few pics of the little guy!

He hid in our safe until John made us take him out.

Well, that's all I have. It's now 12:45 and I'm on my way out the door. I knew I couldn't stay home on a Friday night!

This One's For Mike!

So Mike and I went to Hurricane the other day. We dropped off a car. It was a nice day. We came back and Mike held the door for me. He went to the Movie Gallery and I embarrassed him on the Walkie Talkies. He had a green headband on for hours.

OK, just kidding. This entry was inspired by Mike though. Mike is the car prep at my work. The other day we went to Hurricane and we were talking about blogs (because I am a blog crackwhore). He was asking me about the types of entries I have and what the big deal is with the blogs. I told him that I got addicted to them thanks to Phil, but they are so much fun. He proceeded to ask me about the content of my entries and if they went like the first part of this entry. I told him that I do have some random entries and most of the time I don't remember what I'm talking about, but I hope that they sound better than that. So the rest of the day we were joking about everything he did and I said it as if I was typing on my blog.
The Movie Gallery story actually happened the next day, but it was entertaining. Mike went over to the movie store and said if I needed anything to call him on the Walkie Talkie. We've had those things ever since I started working there, but we never use them and I decided to have a little fun with them. At first, I didn't mean to embarrass him, but apparently I did. I was trying to figure those stupid things out, but I was having difficulties. Mike worries a lot about what people think so it's even more entertaining than if I did this to someone else. This is how it went:
Random beeping and ringing...
Mike: Yes, do you need something.
Me: No, I am just messing with you.
Mike: Oh well, you are embarrassing me.
Cooper and I played some music in it for awhile, but I can't remember what song it was. At this point Mike said he was holding it close to his stomach so nobody could hear.
Cooper: Hey Mike, don't forget the condoms for tonight. You know that I like protection.
At this point I think people were looking at him and his face was probably red as fire.
I not sure what else was said, but he came in embarrassed by our stupid joke. May not seem as funny to everyone else, but I got a kick out of it!

The green head band was also funny (see picture above). Mike will randomly wear some of the things he finds in cars. Usually he remembers to take them off. Not this time! He came back in the office after making a trip to Huntington and Dustin noticed it on his head. When Dustin asked him about it, he had a look on his face that was priceless. He said something along the lines of "Oh crap!" He completely forgot that he had it on. It was something that an elementary school girl would wear and it was bright green. He wore it downtown and I think they went to two separate branches. Again, maybe not so funny for someone else, but Mike made it funny.
While we are on the subject of Mike, he let me in on a little secret a couple of weeks ago. He looked at me and said, "when you first started working here, I hated you!" I knew he was a little unsure of me, but hate is a very strong word. I asked him to explain and he said that I freaked him out. I tend to cuss more than the average female and it made him uncomfortable. He doesn't cuss at all. As a matter of fact, I don't think I have heard him say one cuss word ever! He's not sure if I've gotten better or if he just got used to me, but he likes me now. I've learned from a few people lately that they don't like me at first. They end up liking me in the end, but I guess I leave a bad first impression. I think that's something I may need to work on. No, just kidding. If you don't like, that's your problem!
Mike, you have finally made it to my blog. Sorry if I embarrassed you, but I really shouldn't write what I am actually thinking right now (bad experience with, yes, another boy). I will say one thing about it. I hate boys at this moment and I have the worst luck in the world. That is why I always tell me lesbian friends that they are the smartest people I know. Have a good evening!

Someone Please Take This Microphone Away!

Amber came in town last night. No special reason, just to hang out with her soulmate (me). Of course we started out at Hank's. After awhile we went to Sharkey's to sing, which is always a good time. Amber decided not to embarrass herself this week, but I couldn't resist. When it comes to karaoke, I am a microphone whore. I think that I am a fabulous singer when I'm drunk, but in fact I am horrible! I think I sang a couple of songs, but the only one I remember is 9 to 5. Amber's cousin, Dwight also joined in on the singing. I don't know what he sang, but I know he did because I have pictures. Candlewick sang Piece of Shit Car, Baby Got Back (again) and Summer Lovin'. Amber and I almost got in a fight with the bartender because our tabs were so much. I don't care about having a high tab, but they charged us for stuff we didn't even drink. The fight ended by me ripping up my credit card receipt and a little bit of yelling. This is way out of character for me, but it was bullshit. That about sums up the evening. Not much to write about, but we had a great time as always!

Soulmates

Hank and I may also be soulmates

THE STARS OF THE EVENING

Of course, me...
Dwight...


and Candlewick (Andrew)!

Happy Hour From Hell

One or two drinks turned into 6 hours last night. The guys from the office and I went to a local restaurant for “business appreciation night”. Of course, I told myself I only wanted to drink one or two beers, but that never happens. Krissy and Candlewick also met us there. I had a good time last night, but not so much today. To make a long story short, we ended the evening at Stats. Jess met us there after she gave me some bad news. Her and her husband are moving to NC in two weeks. It's something they have been thinking of, but they just decided to do it out of the blue. Candlewick sang “Baby Got Back” with my assistant manager (see pictures) who was coincidentally “ate bad chicken” yesterday. I’m not a doctor, but I am going to lean towards too much liquor and leave the chicken out of it. Don’t blame the chicken, Dustin! It’s your own fault.
WVU plays tonight at 9:40. I was planning on making it out to watch the game. The way things are looking, I am not going to make it anywhere except my bed.
That’s about all I have for now. I can’t wait until this day is over and my head hits the pillow!

Road Trip!

Peanut and I packed up and went to visit to our best friends’ house on Saturday. It was a spur of the moment trip, but I’m glad that we went. It was Jon’s birthday (Amber’s boyfriend) so I figured it was the perfect time to make an appearance in Lexington. I surprised Amber because I like to do that to my friends when I visit. I called her around 6:00 to see if she was mad because I wasn’t coming. She said no and then I started laughing. I said, “Well good, because I’m in Lexington!” She called me a jerk, but then got really excited. She woke up Jon up yelling, “Jana’s coming! Jana’s coming!” I’m not sure, but I could almost guarantee that is not what someone wants to hear when they first wake up! We started the evening out with cosmic bowling, which I really enjoyed. We bowled for an hour, drank some beer and headed off to a different bar. I think the name of it was Squires Tavern, but don’t hold me to that. It turns out this bar was close to Amber and Jon’s house so that was a major plus. We sang karaoke and I don’t know if that was such a great idea. Everyone did great, but Amber and I should have sat out. Amber never sings so I was excited when she said, “If that song’s in there, I will sing it!” Much to our surprise it was and the song was “The Happiest Girl in the USA”! Needless to say we made asses of ourselves. Neither one of us had a clue, and still don’t, on how that song goes. I guess that’s what we get for making fun of Phil and his “interesting” choice of music. Oh well, we survived without getting stuff thrown at us so it couldn’t have been that bad (or maybe everyone was just that drunk)! There was a couple at the bar that grossed us out all evening. Of course we took pictures of them and we got caught (see Amber’s blog- www.ambermoles.blogspot.com ).

That bitch was scary!

One of my favorite parts of the evening was the scary doll in the claw machine. That bitch was staring at me as I walked by to go to the restroom. Of course, I made a big deal of it and had to take some pictures. Jon ended up capturing her along with a little happy birthday guy. That doll provided more entertainment than she should have, but we were drunk. The Timmy incident was very funny as well (see Amber’s blog again). Wow, I love the fact that I can just say, “See Amber’s blog” and not have to write about it. It makes my life much easier. We got very camera happy, but that’s not much different than any other night of my life.

Dig 'em up, dig 'em up mother f***er!

That night I got everyone excited to go eat Golden Corral in the morning. I am a bog fan of breakfast food lately, especially when I’ve been drinking. I woke up at 7:30 ready to go, but decided we should wait awhile. A little bit later I woke up to Jon asking for the living room, “What time does Golden Corral stop serving breakfast?” I looked at my phone and said, “In like one minute”. I was so upset considering I hadn’t had anything to eat in about 24 hours. We decided to try something new and went to Perkin’s. Either it was the most awesome breakfast I have ever had or I was just that hungry/hung over. I left Lexington around 2:00 and headed back to West V. Peanut was worn out all day, but I could tell she had a good time. As a matter of fact, I had a great time too and I need to make it to Lexington more often. F.Y.I. Lexington friends, I have made my trip there, now it is your turn to come to me! Tag you’re it!

This will teach Phil not to leave his wallet laying around.

Amber, when are you going to trade Dixie for Peanut?

Where's The Green Beer?

Another St. Patrick's Day has come and gone and I have yet to drink green beer. Do people still drink green beer? If so, where can I get it? Maybe next year I'll have to go to a different bar. Just joking, I'm not going anywhere else! This year was a little more low key than the past, but I still had a good time. I hope everyone else did as well. I was reminded this week of last year's St. Patty's Day extravaganza. I had a job interview the day after with Philip Morris. Of course, I got drunker than I expected and was still drunk the next day for the interview. Shockingly enough, I didn't get the job! The lady that did the interview loved me, but I guess that wasn't enough. She recommended me to her daughter's law firm and they called me a couple of days later. They caught me by surprise so I didn't do so well. I was laying in bed sick and my eyes were so bloodshot when I showed up for the interview. I was completely unprepared for this and blew it. I wonder if I would have been sober for the Philip Morris interview what would have happened. Oh well, that's in the past now. I learned my lesson and that is to go to job interviews sober!

Here are a few pictures from last night. I don't really have any crazy, off-the-wall, Jana stories to tell. Maybe some will come to me as time goes by.

Rea and I did not plan to wear shirts that were so much alike. I promise!

The girls took a break for picture time.

The infamous "Candlewick"

This looks like a low budget glamour shot. Oh yeah, that's Kelly

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I hope everyone has a great time drinking green beer tonight. For those of you who will be drinking all day...I'm jealous! Also, everyone please be careful. Look for an update tomorrow.

Ligers, Tigons and Bears...Oh My!

Nothing exciting happened at all today. As a matter of fact, this has been the most boring Monday of my life. Usually Mondays are so crazy that I don't have time to breathe. Today was the complete opposite. I don't know if I am just bored with my job or if there just isn't enough work for me to do. It wouldn't be so bad if I had Internet access at work, but I am not granted that until I am a Branch Manager. The most exciting part of my day was the internal audit phone call which took up about 30 minutes of my precious work time. I have to go to training tomorrow so maybe that will help diminish some of the office boredom when I get back on Wednesday. Although I was bored out of mind at work today, I did learn that a liger really does exist. I thought that it was only something on Napoleon Dynamite. We were looking at these pictures today and my boss said, "that is a huge cat!" It doesn't seem that funny now, but if you would have heard the way he said it, you would have laughed too. There are also tigons. The difference between the two has something to do with gender and breeding.

I really don't have much to write about, so I am going to list a few things I have learned in the past couple of days.

The obvious, ligers do exist, but only about 4 in the entire United States.

Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Surive" was the number one song this week in 1979. My girls at Hank's will appreciate this!

When you ride a mechanical bull on Saturday night, your legs do not feel better by Monday. They may actually feel worse.

I now require more than one night off to recover from five nights out. Damn I am getting old!

This may be the most boring and pointless entry ever.

I am bored!!!

Ride 'em Cowboy!

I thought that I was going to break my perfect attendance last night, but much to my surprise, I ended out once again. My sister's boyfriend, Erik, came in town just to go to Saddle Ridge (the new country bar previously known as The Wild Dawg). Just like any other night out, I had to start out at Hank's, but soon after I went to Saddle Ridge. It reminded me of The Wild Dawg so it's not like it was new and exciting. I spent many nights there my freshman and sophomore years in college. Scott Hasa was there so that also made me feel like I went back in time. All we were missing was Terra outside on the wall with no control over her body. That was one of our favorite bars to go to when Scott came to Huntington. Anyway, it was his girlfriend, Karen's birthday. Erik, Aaron, Brian, and Steve were also there. Karen, Brian and I have known each other since elementary school, we graduated high school together and we went to the same church. Of course I had just enough liquid courage to ride the mechanical bull. Boy my legs hurt today. It seemed like a great idea, but the boots I had on weren't. Scott was the only one that would ride the bull besides me. It doesn't seem like we were there very long before I talked everyone into going back to Hank's. I had a great time and I am glad that I went out. I haven't really figured out how to do the captions on the pictures so I will just do it my way. The first picture is when we got back to Hank's. Karen is on the left followed by Scott, Erik, Brian and me. The next picture is Erik, Brian and Scott. The one after that is Scott riding the bull. The other three are of me riding or attempting to ride the bull. They go in order. Mount, ride and "dismount". I don't think Erik could have got a better shot than he did for the "dismount". I have more pictures if anyone wants to see them all. Just let me know and I'll send you the link.

Other updates:

I finally found Frosty Paws ice cream for Peanut. She loved it! Thanks Amber for letting me know that stuff existed. She would have eaten the cup if I didn't take it from her. I have been looking for it ever since this summer because I saw how much Peaches and Dixie loved it.

I forgot to mention Thursday's highlight. The Budweiser guys were at Hank's and that always means a good time along with a cheap tab. They bought us endless bottles on Michelob Ultra Amber a.k.a. Ultrabock. That stuff is awesome! I am a Michelob Light girl, but this may become may new favorite beer. Way to go Budweiser! Damn, I have found a new favorite beer and diet soda. What's next?

Funny story about last night:

Some random kid opened up my car door and tried to get a ride. I don't know if he was that drunk that he thought we were his friends or if he really just wanted a ride. At first, we were like, "what the hell?" Then I asked him how much he would pay me. He seemed harmless enough! Steve gets his crippled ass out of the car and tries to fight him. Erik also got out and eventually the kid walked off. I felt bad for him because he was obviously clueless.

Erik and I went to breakfast this morning at Golden Corral. It was the first time I ever had breakfast there and the first time I had an omelet. The omelet was prepared by Chef Jeff and it was awesome! I couldn't finish it because I didn't feel so great. I think that five nights in a row with no sleep may have something to do with it. I was very ashamed of myself because I couldn't eat anymore. I regretted it a few hours later when I woke up from my nap so I decided to go to Walmart hungry and I spent $250 (not all on food).

Girls Rule...Boys Drool!

I know it's been forever since an update, but remember that Brett went 4 months. OK, now that I don't look so bad I am going to get started. I need to vent a little bit today. I usually don't let things get to me more than a few minutes. In fact, it takes a lot to get me fired up and that I am at this moment! I am going to refer to the subject of anger as "the boy" to protect him for embarassment, but most of you will know who "the boy" is. As a matter of fact that is how I referred to him to other people. I knew it was bad news because we met when he was on a date with maybe one of the craziest people I have ever witnessed. Just ask the people that were at dinner on New Year's Eve. My favorite highlight of the evening was when she said to her food, "stop it, you're embarassing us." Another favorite is that her New Year's reolution was to brush her teeth more often. Yuck! Anyways, that evening I met "the boy" and he seemed like a nice enough guy, but that's all I knew about "the boy" and thought it was the end. A couple of weeks later we ran into each other at the bar and we played some darts. Again, I didn't think anything of it. I was just having a good time and that was the end of it. I wish! That evening I left to meet some other friends at a different bar. "The boy" said he wanted to go because it was on his way home. Of course at this point I was in party mode and I thought the more the merrier! Anyway, to make a long and boring story semi-short, we ended up talking for a few weeks. I knew that something wasn't right. I never really knew what the attraction was, but I guess there was one. However, it did not take me long to realize that it just wasn't right. Don't get me wrong, "the boy" is a nice guy, but very "different". And by different, I do mean strange! He is so whiny and pathetic. He never wanted to do anything. All he wanted to do was sit at home and watch his sci-fi crap. He was so uptight about everything that it made me want to choke him out. He worried about every little thing. I, on the other hand, am so the complete opposite. I love to just have fun and I have developed a very careless attitude, which by the way, I love! Why did I think this was a good idea? I don't know. If anyone has an answer, let me know. I thought I was just being a bitch so I thought I would give "the boy" a chance. My friends all told me,"just see what happens". At this point, most of them thought he was a nice guy too. I thought, "ok, I don't have anything else going on right now". Damn, I wish I knew then what I know now. One night something just wasn't right so I asked "the boy" what was wrong. He had a story about an ex (who wasn't an actual girlfriend) that I am not completely sure is true. He said that she called him and he was having a hard time trying to decide. I let him know that it was his decision, but he needed to make it because I don't need any drama with his baggage. "The boy" picked me and I wish he wouldn't have. After that incident I didn't really want to work things out. I knew I was done. Things started to fade and I knew things were over on Valentine's Day. I had the day after off work and "the boy" knew that well in advance. By the time I got off work, "the boy" still hadn't called me to see if I wanted to do something. I have never liked Valentine's Day, but I thought for a change I may have a date this year. Wrong again! "The boy" didn't call me until 7:30 that evening and I was already at the bar. I knew then that we were through. I think I was just waiting for an excuse. I also learned that February 14th is also Singles Awareness Day (SAD). I love that! It all worked out very well because I had an awesome time that evening. I met the girls out and we had a blast. We were also blessed to meet Candlewick. Funny story how he got this nickname and I am happy to say that I am the one that gave it to him. I asked Cara what his name was and I thought she said Candle. I said, "first name Candle, middle name Wick." Needless to say that name has stuck with him and everyone now refers to him as Candlewick. I think it is hilarious that people that have known him for years are calling him that. I guess he used to be a Hank's regular. He finally returned from the dead after a couple of years. Anyway, we ended up singing karaoke and I had a great time. Here is a picture of us singing "Love Shack" in the style of Hooked on Phonics! Anyway, back to the bitching. I am not complaining about "the boy" and the time that we spent together. For the most part I did have a good time, but I am highly pissed off at him today. You may ask why has brought on this bitchfest? Well, "the boy" freaked me out last night. When we were talking, "the boy" did not like to go out. Now that we have called it quits, "the boy" is out all the time, at my bar! I see him out all the time and he doesn't bother me. I have sort of avoided having conversations with him lately because we don't really have much to talk about. Last night, I played one game of darts and he was on my team. I know that I am mature enough to have a conversation with him without getting crazy, but he is not. Apparently "the boy" took my nice gesture of playing darts the wrong way. I left to go meet some friends at another bar. Not long after I got to the bar, I looked over and he was there! I bet you're thinking it's not so bad, but it gets better. He did not meet anyone there and he is not friends with any of the people I met there. He didn't even talk to anyone. He just stood at the bar and stared at me. When I left Hank's, he was heading in the other direction. I don't know why he thought it was a good idea to come there. He finally got the hint and left. I thought, "ok, no big deal, he's gone." Nope, wrong again! He sent me all kinds of goofy text messages. I won't go into detail, but he is obviuosly nuts. He said stuff like, "tonight reminds me of old times". What the hell is he thinking? Old times! We talked for a short amount of time and it was only a month ago! By this point, I was so pissed that I was not a nice person. He still did not get it. Finally after several annoying text messages I told "the boy" goodnight. This morning I wanted to send an e-mail just to let him know how creepy I thought it was that he followed me to the bar. As I am signing on, he sends a message to me apologizing for last night. "The boy" obviously has some issues. I went ahead and sent him an e-mail just to save some time because I had to go to work. I let him know that it was strange and asked him what the reason for all this crap was. I do not know what his intentions are, but I do not want to be anything more than friends. I'm not even sure I want to be his friend after this episode. There are many more details, but it makes my head hurt to think about it. Anyway, he replied a few hours later saying that the bartender, which is my friend, thought that I was a little tipsy and she suggested that he checked on me. Bullshit! One, I was sober because I had to work today and I was driving. Two, the bartender does not let me drive if I've had too much to drink. Three, I am pretty sure that she would have said something to me and not him! Maybe I am wrong, but it just doesn't add up right. If you don't think someone is ok to drive, the thing to do is talk to them about it before they drive. Do not stalk them! He even admitted that it was a little "stalker-like." You think? This is why I am so pissed? My friends that did witness this situation were also freaked out. I would never put myself in this situation. I hope his excuse is that he was drunk. If not, he's just plain retarded.
OK, enough bitching about that. I just can't believe "the boy". Something must be in the air because people are breaking up left and right in this town. I know of several break-ups and one divorce that have happened recently. Not including me and "the boy" because I did not consider that a relationship. Some of the people are handling it very well. Others may need to seek professional help. I just can't believe all the drama. The other night I was evaluating my situation. I never really have any drama myself. I was joking around and said, "I wish I had some drama in my life. The only drama I have is my friends'." The bartender, who will remain nameless, did not like that comment. I was just joking, but it is very true. I never really have any drama. I am always helping my friends with their drama, but why don't I have any? I am not saying that I want it. I am actually lucky not to have any. I also find it funny that people come to me for realtionship advice because I am an idiot when it comes to relationships. I love to help them, but I don't think I am much help. My answer to everything is that the solution is at the end of the bottle! Not really, but drinking is the only kind of therapy I am able to provide in these situations.
Oh I just thought of a good story pertaining to my boy drama. I needed a date to my company's Holiday Party back in December so I asked a friend to go with me. I had only known this guy for a couple of months, but I thought it was a good idea. Note to self, I will take someone that I know very well next year. It was a nice party held at the Embassy Suites in Charleston and from what I remember, I had a good time. The last thing I remember is saying I will be right back as I stumbled up to my room. Damn the bartenders giving us two glasses of wine at a time. I woke up two hours later on my stomach with my arms streched out still in my dress. I guess I passed out around 9:30 or so. Not really sure on the details. The next day I woke up and had no idea where my "date" was. He finally came back to the room, but I didn't ask for any details. I kind of gathered something about him hooking up with someone and it was a Branch Manager from another branch. How funny is that? The funniest part is that they now live together and they are thinking about buying a house together. Keep in mind this was just about three months ago. I am so happy that I could contribute to their happiness! If it wasn't for me they would still be lost.
In other news, Cara and I have had perfect attendence this week at Hank's. It is very sad considering we both work early every morning. Tuesday we agreed that we wouldn't go out until Friday. Wednesday we agreed that we wouldn't go out until Friday. Thursday it was safe to say that we weren't going out until Friday. Don't get me wrong, I have a great time when I go, but I have been so good lately. Peanut is about ready to divorce me! Also, I have a funny story to share. Cara called me on my way home last night to tell me about her Wendy's experience. She pulled up to the window and they took her order. The "nice lady" told her to please pull around. She pulled around and patiently waited for her order. Much to her surprise, Wendy's was closed. I guess they have automated systems there now and they forgot to turn them off. I'm just wondering how long it took her to realize they were closed.
I don't know if anyone has heard of the show "Monk", but I also have another Cara story. She called me when I got home last night laughing her ass off. She ordered me to get to a TV fast. I turned it on and she told me to go to USA. The episode where he was at the dentist was on. Apparently she thinks my trauma with the dentist is funny. I, however, almost got sick watching it. I would like to watch it sometime because I'm sure it's great, but I will have to take a nerve pill before I do!
I also have a little update on my dreams. I keep having dreams about cargo vans and people from Hank's. Maybe it's a sign that I work too much and go to Hank's too much. It's true, I do work too much! I think I was traumatized by the thought that Scott was mad at me because that night I had a dream that he held a gun to my head and made me drive a cargo van. 321 ZAP, bitch! I also had a strange one about my gramma's house. For some reason she had this long driveway. I left my purse in my car at the very end and it was unlocked. When I realized that I went out to get it. Some chubby kid came running up the hill with it. I chased him and he threw it at a very mean dog. Then the dog was wearing it. The dog was biting the crap out of me. Finally I beat the shit out of him with a stick and got my purse. I have the craziest dreams. Wow, this sure is a long entry. I think I'll end it now.

No, It's Not A Junkyard...

I know, you are probably thinking "What the hell is this picture?" or "Does this girl ever clean?" Well, it is a picture of my spare bedroom. I admit that I have used it as another closet since I moved in, but that has all changed as of this evening. Something hit me on my way home from work. My gym membership expired yesterday and I was debating on whether or not to renew it there, at another gym, or not at all. Then I decided no at all, at least for now. I have all kinds of exercise equipment and a room I could easily turn into a "workout room". So that's what I did. I was on a mission and surprisingly it didn't take that long to accomplish. I had it done in no time. The end results...

My ghetto version of a home gym. Complete with everything I want except for a treadmill. I guess I can rough it. Besides when it gets warm out I will be outside most of the time anyway.

The room is not spotless by any means, but it is a great improvement. I still need to go through the boxes and probably get rid of 90% of my stuff. Some of the boxes have not been unpacked since my freshman year of college. Everytime I clean, I realize that I have way too much. I think Rea is going to have a yard sale April 1st so I may get my stuff together by then. Whatever I don't sell is going to Goodwill. I really don't have an excuse becuase Goodwill is basically next door to work.

You may be wondering, "What's with the bathing suits?" Well summer is just around the corner and I need to get in shape. I figured they would be motivation for me to work out even harder. They all fit me now. My goal is for them to be too big by the time summer gets here. I have a pool just three doors down so I can see myself spending a lot of time poolside this summer (or at least on the weekends). I got the idea from Rea. She said she has her bathing suit hanging on her refrigerator. So staring tomorrow I need to get serious again. I am going to wake up early so I can work out before work. I always feel better when I do that and then I don't have to worry about it after work unless I want to.

On a completely different subject, Amber, you will never guess what I found. It's the video! Sure it's not as good as the work done by Phil, but we thought we were awesome back when we were in high school for this great work of art. I haven't watched it yet. I'll wait for you so we can laugh our asses off together!

That's all I have for now. It's my bedtime. Goodnight everyone!

Jana To The Rescue

Of course this weekend went by way too fast. Sunday is my favorite day of the week, but I have a hard time enjoying it when I know that I have to be at work at 7:00 Monday. Of course, I started my weekend out just like any other. The picture to left is me in Holly's coat. She was missing for awhile, but her coat was still on her seat. So the crazy person that I am thought it would be funny for several people to out it on and we took pictures. The guy to the right (one of the many people that wore her jacket) looked too good in it. I'm still not sure if she knows half the bar had her jacket on, but she will soon. Friday night I thought it would be a good idea to meet the guys at the strip club. Thankfully they didn't go there and we just met them at another bar. The only time I have been to a strip club was the Capital City Gold in Charleston. Let me just tell you that it was not my idea of a good time. I do have a funny story to share about that experience. It was maybe 2-3 years ago when Amber and I were both back home for some reason. We went out in Charleston with our guy friends from high school. They all wanted to go to the strip club, but we didn't. One of the guys said they would pay my way in if I danced with this dorky little boy. Of course, I did it and we were on our way to the strip club. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but it still sucked. I had use the restroom so I asked one of the "nice young women" where it was. Well, it was upstairs in the "changing room". That made me nervous enough, but that's not the funny part. I was on my way back down the stairs and I thought I had found the door to leave. I hesitated for a moment because I didn't remember the streamers on the way up. I thought it was the only way to go so it must be how I got there. I walked through the door and said, "Holy shit!" I was on the stage!!!
Although it is good to get a change of scenery, there is a price to pay with that. Here are a few reasons why we shouldn't go to other bars:
1. The bartender should not have to ask what you want to drink.
2. The bartender should not have to ask when you want another drink.
3. When you order a So Co and lime, you do not want So Co with a lime slice on top.
4. Cold Sam Buca is not chilled.
5. The highlight of this bar was a guy dropping a quarter into a jar for free shots.
6. This particular bar did not have a dartboard.
7. They also did not have Bell Biv Devoe on the jukebox.
8. People looked at us like we look at strangers in our bar.
9. They don't take credit/debit cards.
Cara has informed me not to ask her to go to another bar again. She will not be offended if I just say, "I'm going (insert different place). See you later!" She has also informed me that she does not like Barboursville. I admit, it does get a little redneck, but it can be fun!



I honestly had no idea this was going on, but it's a funny picture.

On a different note, it was a sad weekend for one of my good friends and when my friends are sad, I am too. She called me Friday and I knew something was wrong when her message started out, "I may need you this evening." I knew exactly what is was, but I wished it were something else. Tha'ts right, her boyfriend broke up with her the evening before and I needed to come to the rescue. So most of my weekend was spent trying to cheer her up, but I don't think I was successful. I'm not good with relationships myself so I'm not sure how I could help in this situation. Hopefully I helped her out and made it a little easier. She may not know this, but I learned a few things from her too. She also helped me come back to my senses and realize being single is not too bad of a deal. Is it really worth putting all your effort into something that will possibly end? Sometimes I think yes, but after seeing her this weekend, I say no. Maybe that's my problem. Quite frankly I enjoy being single and I know that when it is the right time I will be ready for a relationship. Hopefuly she's going to be fine, but I hate for my friends to be upset. I would much rather be the one that's upset.
By the way Brett, I love your idea for trivia on the blog!