7(ish) Quick - Hey, What's That Over There?

Today's update will be very short, as I am pressed for time. I suppose you could consider this a "7 Quick Takes: On-the-Wrong-Day-Since-I-Don't-Follow-Rules Edition."

(PS - I'm also not numbering... since I probably won't do 7, & I don't follow rules.)

Friday night, I went to Cocina Superior for margaritas (oh, & dinner), then out to a local bar to hear my friend Scott's band play. There is much to be said about this night, but all you really need to know is that Tami ended up stealing the cowbell from the stage so that we could surprise everyone by playing it from the dance floor. Also, the band is super fun. Good times, indeed.

The Hangover is a friggin hilarious movie, mostly because it totally sounds like something that most of my guy friends could potentially go through. This scares me a little. (You know, for them.) At any rate, I highly recommend it if you're in the mood for a good laugh.

I am considering myself The Official Lucky Charm for the Atlanta Braves. They've been sucking it up not playing so well lately, but they managed to pull out a win yesterday while I was there. If that's not enough proof for you, I've been to 3 games this season - all wins. In two of those games Chipper Jones (happy sigh) has hit at least one home run. I rest my case.

Saturday morning, I got to spend some time with Layla. It was as fun & as heartbreaking as you probably think it was. I really miss that dog & have to find a way to get her living with me again.

The dryer started having issues this weekend. It's still blowing hot air (this makes me think it's male), but it's not spinning. Do any of you out there know anything about how dryers work? Hunter's girlfriend's dad (I think) was supposed to look at it today, but as I'm not home yet, I have no idea what (if anything) has been discovered. Some folks I've talked to think that it may be the motor, but I'm really hoping that's not it since that sounds like a pretty expensive problem to have. Any help is appreciated!

I am completely & totally addicted to Dunkin Donuts' Hazelnut coffee. I'm talking drink-it-every-day-or-go-into-shaky-withdrawals addicted. All of you coffee drinkers that haven't tried it yet, get yourself to the closest grocery store & pick some up. Delicious!

ADD sucks.

Today marks the one-month-til-my-birthday, freak-out-because-I-haven't-the-slightest-clue-what-I-want-to-do portion of the year. Panic mode: activated.

I'm still alive!

It has recently come to my attention through the harrassment nagging comments of some friends that my blog has been neglected for far too long. Granted, almost a month is FOR-EV-ER (Sandlot style) in bloggy world, & I promised to keep you updated back on May 29th, but that is neither here nor there for the purposes of my argument. I moved, as I was telling you about, & my new place has no access to The Internets. Therefore, I can only update from work or my iPhone. The latter doesn't lend itself well to blogging (although 3G access has saved my sanity in regards to Facebooking & Twittering, PTL), & the former... well, I'm doing it now. Get off my back, you monkeys!

Honestly, so much has happened that I'm not sure where to start, & my ADD is hitting me so very hard right now that I almost can't see straight. (Unmedicated Lydia... weeeee!)

Moving out of The Ex's apartment was actually a sad experience. I was not happy to pack up everything I own & move it out of an apartment that I actually love (present occupant excluded) & into a PLACE WITH NO INTERNETS. & two small dogs (puppies, actually) who are so constantly in my face that I might sneeze dog hair one day. & ONE full bathroom with a shower (upstairs, the downstairs has a half bath that Hunter uses most of the time) that I share with a dirty, smelly boy. & a neighbor who is an honest-to-God stripper. (You just can't make this stuff up, people. Reality is way better than fiction, no?) It's definitely different than what I'm used to, but I enjoy living with people (I say this b/c Hunter's girlfriend comes over a lot, which I don't mind b/c I heart her face) who can & will carry on an actual two-way conversation. Bonus, it's WAY closer to work for me.

Unfortunately, Layla was unable to make the move with me. Given that the place isn't very big & she would be housed with two puppies, & the only other alternative was to ask my parents to keep her at their house (in a different city! no way, Jose), Layla still lives at The Apartment I Loved. I miss my Layla very much, but I get to go by & see her every now & then. The only downside to this is that I occasionally also have to see The Ex. Minus a few awkward "I miss you" moments (Guess who said that? Hint: not me.) & his attempts at trying to make me jealous by dropping hints that other girls had been there, it hasn't been so bad so far. I'm actually going to see Layla today after work, although I can't stay long because The Ex is having some of the boys come over to play poker. (On what table, I wonder? I took the only table in the place. I digress.)

In other news, I've been keeping myself busy (obviously, due to lack of blogging) & having tons of fun adjusting to my new life. For example, a few weeks ago I went for a weekend trip with "the boys" to Elk River in the bustling metropolis of Athens, Alabama. There was much drinking (Jager bombs! Tequila & OJ with breakfast... and lunch, and on the water...) and fun to be had. In fact, I discovered a new water-activity-safe place for storing my bottle o' alcohol. See?

(Please ignore the tan lines.) (If you can't ignore them, you should know that they're from an Atlanta Braves baseball game to which I wore shorts - duh - & sat in the outfield.) (Also, bite me, because I was on TV during that game.)

See that raft I'm standing beside? It's a giant party island, complete with a hole in the center that's the same size as the floating cooler. FANTASTIC for floating on the water with your beverage of choice. I highly recommend it.

There's so much more I could tell you, but Bane Of My Work Existence is yapping her head off & that makes it super duper hard for Unmedicated Lydia to focus on bloggy-type things. Another time, my lovelies.