Saturday, December 27, 2008

Mad Donna's madness!!!!

Okey-dokey. To all you guys and gals that dragged your butt out to the HFA gathering last night, I would like to extend a personal thank you for helping make my holiday fun. Cause I have trouble finding reasons to go out and get schnockered, you know. Anyway, just wanted to say I had a great time catching up with all you crazy kids and I hope c/o '92 doesn't mind sharing their gathering with all of us hangers-on...cause I am pretty sure we're gonna do it again next year.
holla.

Monday, December 22, 2008

RULES: Once you've been tagged, you're supposed to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about yourself by clicking on "Notes" on Facebook's home page. A box for the title and body of the note will appear, and so will a box where you can type in the names of people to tag.

If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you. You must tag the person that tagged you.

1. Glancy Taylor Piper is the coolest person I have ever met, and it has nothing to do with the fact that he looks just like me.

2. My brother and my sister are my two best friends on earth and I secretly (or not so secretly) pity people who have no siblings.

3. I have never in my life had any ambition whatsoever yet have been perversely jealous of those people more successful than me, especially the ones I went to high school with.

4. My sister taught me to drive when I was 13 so she could ride home from school in the back of the truck with a boy she had a crush on. When my dad "taught" me to drive 2 years later, he thought I was a natural. Sorry to steal your anecdote, Jenny, but it is a defining moment for me.

5. I lived with the same guy on and off for 12 years and we never even kissed one time. Really.

6. To steal another one from my sister, I still miss Jason Royce Arrowwood every single day and probably always will. He told me from the day we met that all of the "great ones" die at 27, and I believe it was a self-fulfilling prophecy. May he rest in peace because he surely never had any while he was alive.

7. Being a bartender for a decade does not prepare one to own a restaurant.

8. As a child by brother used to stand at the top of the stairs, hit himself, then cry "Becky, stop hitting me!" My mom would then threaten to punish me if I didn't leave him alone, which of course was just fuel to make him do it again.

9. I know every single word to the movie Shag and could probably act it out for you. But I won't. Ditto Pretty in Pink. And Newsies.

10. Also, my sophomore year of high school my best friend Paige and I would sync our VCRs up with the movie Robin Hood Prince of Thieves and watch it while on the phone. Like every day. "Why a spoon, mi lord?" "Cause it'll hurt more, you twit."

11. I still own all of my NKOTB paraphanalia.

12. In 5th grade my teacher (Ms. Jefferson) wouldn't excuse me to go to the bathroom and I wet my pants. I still hate her to this day.

13. I have lived in a 2 bedroom house/apartment with 7+ people on two separate occasions. I do not recommend this, especially if there is not a shower installed.

14. I have broken my arm tripping up stairs, my ankle jumping up to hit a doorway, every finger, a couple of toes, and my nose multiple times. And I've had stitches a few times, for stupid shit. I'm thinking of taking up gymnastics soon.

15. My two favorite activities in this world are drinking and playing pool. In that order. And I don't get to do either one very much anymore. This makes me very sad. It was my only chance to ever be a professional athlete.

16. I know every word to every song ever, or close to it. As does my brother and sister. I think it is genetic.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

miss me?

Yeah...me, too. I miss me. I miss the pool playing, rabble rousing, drunken carousing late night fun time gal that I was 2 months ago. Don';t get me wrong. I totally love and respect the small business owner, female entrepreneur, early rising woman I have become. But I miss the old me. The one with no stress or ulcers or worry lines on her face. The one that could sleep in til 2 and still have time to squeeze in an episode of Fringe before work. The one that could crash at a friend's house with no notice and no need for a clean change of clothes. That chick is gone with the wind, and I don't see her ever returning again. Sigh. If anyone runs into her, though, tell her I miss her and would love to hang out, even if only for a night or two. And maybe catch a movie.
BTW, the diner is more successful than we could have ever hoped for. For all of you that have come down and helped us be so successful, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I hope we will still be open in 50 years when I can pass this place down to my nephew or his kids or whatever. We are truly blessed.
holla.
p.s. come check out the new booth. it kicks ass.