Too Much Perfection?

We've yet another person from our office retiring very soon. Soon as in like a week. Therefore, it is the expectation of everyone else in the office to pitch in way too much money and haul our sorry asses to some strange town to eat at some strange place in celebration of said coworker's retirement. It is a ritual we've endured time and time again and at least we typically get to enjoy a high-priced meal out of the torturous journey.

Last night's retirement party was held at a restaurant in a small down named Poulan. Poulan is famous for its yearly Possum Poke celebration. Whatever the hell that is. Cuz, really, I don't know.

Situated right across the street from the Welcome to Poulan: Home of the Possum Poke sign was the restaurant in which we were to meet, eat, and send our coworker off into retirement bliss.

The name of the restaurant, and I shityounot, was Ed's Truck Stop. Honestly. We held this retirement party at Ed's Truck Stop. But if you didn't know where Ed's Truck Stop was located, you'd drive right past it. Like us and 50 others did before realizing that Ed's Truck Stop was actually labeled Ed's Nascar on the dilapidated metal building. The only indicator that the hellhole was now a restaurant was the wooden sign precariously perched upon the roof that declared "Restaurant".

It was my intention to get pictures, but I have to admit that I was so mortified that I forgot. Completely.

I have to concede to two things about the evening, though:
1. The food was awesome. I had fried chicken, fries, and homemade mac & cheese. If I nearly died of anything it was starch & fat overload, because it definitely wasn't from the expected food poisoning that I didn't get. Seriously. Great food.

2. The food was cheap. For three of us our bill was $16.80, which included a 20% tip.


Moral of the story: If you want surprisingly good, cheap food... head to Ed's.

I am so sleepy. So much so, that I am terrified to even blink. I think if I even closed my eyes for a split second, they may fuse permanently shut. That is why I have been on the computer for hours. You know, if you are on the computer you rarely blink. So I'm just saving myself the trouble of falling into a zombie-like trance that includes incredibly loud snoring.

I didn't stay up too late last night. I was in bed before midnight, which is about normal for me. Or nothing late enough to illicit this sort of feeling from me today, at least. However, the wutz woke up at 4am and declared he wanted to go in the othe room which is what he calls the living room. I am not sure when I fell back asleep, DH claims the wutz finally stopped chattering around 5:30am.

You can imagine my surprise when my eyes flittered open to alight upon the alarm clock that read 7:02am. gasp I have to be at work at 7:30am and we live 30 miles from my office. Needless to say, but I'll say it anyways, I dove out of bed and did an amazing flight of the bumblebee to get dressed and get coffee poured. I flew out the door and pushed down on the gas pedal a little more than legal. Okay, okay. A lot more than legal.

I was still late, though. By 8 minutes.

Yeah. I got up, dressed, out the door, and to work in 38 minutes flat. *preens*

All that to say, I think my poor wake-up this morning actually prevented me from fully waking up.

I so so need my bed. Stat.

Yesterday, DH and I had a wonderful day. My sister and my brother-in-law babysat the wutz and DH and I went to Tallahassee to go to a movie. We saw Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. It was pretty much a chick flick, so I enjoyed it, but DH claimed he did also, so that was good. After the movie we went to the Olive Garden and ate a wonderful early dinner. It was nice to sit down and enjoy an adult meal for once.

After dinner, though, we doubled back down Monroe Street and DH drove me to Bink's. Binks is a piercing place. It isn't one of those tattto-slash-piercing joints. It is exclusively piercing and the guy that owns it is a registered nurse. Or so the sign says. *heh*

We hopped out of Notta and went inside. We were met by Bink's apprentice, Marina. I chose the jewelry I wanted, filled out the paperwork and paid the fee to get my new piercing. Then Marina showed me into the room and I hopped up onto the table, which was basically the same table my gynocologist uses. Not a good sign.

I watched her as she took out the sterile equiptment, peeling open the wrapping on each tool and placing them on the metal tray beside me. I think this was about the time my heart started flying out of my chest because it was beating so crazily!

Then I made a mistake. I glanced over to the tray. The needle looked freaking huge. HUGE.

I stayed strong, though. I resisted my fight or flight instincts which were screaming inside my skull: Run. Run. RUN!

After Marina explained the process and made a mark for my approval she then inserted the metal stopper and told me to close my eyes if I needed. Then she told me to take a deep breath. I think I'd forgotten how to breathe. Seriously. But I finally remembered and I pulled in half a breath of air into my lungs when the needle sunk into my skin and completely pierced my nostril. In one swift movement Marina, the piercing goddess, had impaled me with the needle and threaded the tiny opal piercing into place.

It was surprisingly easy! And it really didn't hurt badly. It literally felt like a bee sting.

Now, a day later, I can definitely say I love it! I am glad I did it. Hopefully I won't get fired over it!

My parents saw it today, thanks to the Princess. She made sure they noticed it before we left for brunch. I made it through an entire meal without anyone noticing. It wasn't until we were in the parking lot preparing to leave that they noticed. And that was only because she kept clearing her throat and making gestures to her own nose. It was obvious she wanted them to notice something.

And they did.

The reaction and look on my mom's face was priceless. And hysterical. About 10 emotions washed over her face in the time it took her jaw to hit the pavement. My Dad muttered and told DH he should have put his foot down. Typical! DH didn't tell him that he thinks it is sexy, though. I guess that wouldn't have been the moment to say something like that anyways.

Fortunately, by the time we returned to my parents' house, they seemed to be over it. It wasn't really mentioned again. Thank goodness!

So now, without further ado...

My new piercing:



Please pardon the fact that I just got out of the shower and haven't a lick of makeup on.

Too busy to blog today. Details forthcoming.

This is so true. I am always looking for something I've put down and then cannot find. And if I'm not looking for something I've lost, I'm looking for something DH has misplaced. Typically I tell him exactly where it is with instructions that include coordinates of the location and I still have to get up and find said item.

I've been the Seeker in my house for eleven years, you'd think I'd be adjusted to it now. However, the job has gotten even more detailed. Now I have to seek out whatever item the wutz seems to have misplaced. It is always some tiny little toy that has dropped off the face of the earth or gone for a stroll in the hinterlands. And I, as the Seeker, am expected to find it. Immediately.

*sigh*

And I do. Usually.

A few name suggestions have been really cute!

A few that are on my list:
Itsa Farm (still a fave, probably because it was the first I thought of)
Hidden Hill Farm
Backside Barn (cute!)
Muck You Farms
Imperfect Farms (We might be imperfect, but our horses aren't!)



Still thinking...

I have decided that I want to rename our farm. Though I'd previously named the farm something I really like, I've found several other farms that are using that very same name. Personally, I prefer to remain original, so I am back to the drawing board. Especially since I feel it is time to start marketing the farm more than I have been in recent years.

I'm really not sure what I want to call the place, I want it to be something that suits us. Preferably something witty or charming. I'm not big into the fancy, super-elegant names because they just don't fit.

There is a famous ranch whose name I love called Almosta Ranch. And there is another place about an hour from here called Lake Say-Hi! which I think is just too cool, too. So those are the sorts of things that catch my eye. I also need something that I can have a nice company phrase or slogan with as well.

Anyways, I'm open to suggestions. I know it is really hard to think of things for others, but if something leaps into your head, please feel free to send it in!