Essentials

I'm in a list-making mood today. This particular list: 
THINGS YOU MUST KNOW IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE MY FRIEND.


Sounds fun, doesn't it :)

1. I fucking hate spiders.
2. I fucking hate spiders.
3. I FUCKING. HATE. SPIDERS.
4. I have awful luck with white SUVs. For your safety, do not let me drive yours.
5. On that note, it will forever be open season on deer, in my book.
6. I want to sell everything that I have that is worth something, buy land in the middle of nowhere, and raise a billion Hereford cattle. I will reference this dream quite often.
7. I love food.
8. I love alcohol.
9. I will choose a dog over a person any day of the week, and that is a fact.
10. That being said, I love people, and can't help but to always see the best in everyone. Even if I hate them.
11. The inability to find fault will get me into trouble. If you are within earshot of me when that happens, chances are you will also be in some form of trouble.
12. Every now and then, I love to do something completely crazy and illegal. If you are within arm's reach of me when that happens, chances are you will also be doing something completely crazy and illegal.
13. Every night I pray for my lactose intolerant friends to magically be cured of their ailment, so they can love dairy as much as I do.
14. I am the most curious person I have ever met. Honestly. I want to learn about and experience EVERYTHING. Seriously. Everything.
15. I realize that I can not learn about and experience everything, but that will not prevent me from trying.
16. I will always try hardest for what I can't have. Always.
17. When I realize that I actually won't get it, I try harder.
18. And eventually, my ADD kicks in and I forget that I wanted it in the first place.
19. I'm extremely fickle, yet terribly loyal. Dichotomy, much?
20. I don't really like chocolate. If that makes me un-American, fine. I mean I'll eat it sometimes, but only a piece or two, and not very often.

I think that's all you *need* to know for now....night!

M

Many the Miles

List time! 


Don't you love my lists? You do? Great! I'll keep posting blogs that consist entirely of lists.

• I want to learn a new language. I've said this several times over the past several months, and each time, I want to learn a different language than the time before. In the past 6 months, I've wanted to learn German, Italian, French, and now I'm just settling on Latin American Spanish. It's the easiest to learn (for me, anyway. I skated through two years of Spanish in high school and learned how to ask to go to be bathroom...) and it's definitely the most practical, given where I live. (About 16 miles north of Little Mexico, Kansas.)
• I love getting dirt under my fingernails. It's proof to me and the world that I can pot flowers and plant tomatoes WITH THE BEST OF THEM
• I hate getting dirt under my fingernails. It's a bitch to clean out, and I work in a couple jobs where people can easily see my hands. Super inconvenient.
• I'm still taking pictures! Half of them are on my phone and therefore not that great, but I'm still taking them every day!
• Speaking of taking pictures, I am admittedly doing something irresponsible (read: fun) with my Federal Tax Refund check (whenever it comes in). I'm buying a camera. I can't wait. Seriously. Can't wait. I'm going to be taking pictures of everything. Probably even my food. Maybe even myself. Definitely my friends. And you bet your ass I'll be snapping up pictures of Kansas like it's going out of style. Supa excited.
• I may or may not be going to ANOTHER concert in June. Once again, my fanboydom is a result of IPA's ridiculous music-scouting abilities. Ray LaMontagne will be at the Starlight in KC on June 15, and I'm very seriously considering attending. And my trashy homegirl Ke-dollar sign-ha will be there in September, so...why not, right?
• Operation: Relocation has hit a few snags. I'm trying to work them out. Stay tuned for updates and ask questions! I love answering questions. :)

I think that's all for today. Later!

M

this is

my brain on a normal day: "clothes. food. food. work. food. beer. food. work. clothes. dogs. dogs. dogs. beer. food. work. yardwork yardwork yardwork. beer. maybe sleep."

this is my brain after this weekend: *flatline* ....no sleep.

Mum(ford)'s the word.

June 3, 2011.

I'll be at The City Market in Kansas city with IPA and Trophy Wife. We'll be going out for cocktails and supper, and then attending a concert.

A concert for which I bought them tickets, because I wanted them to go so badly.

A concert for these guys.

Hooooly shit I love these guys.

Before I get any further, I have to totally credit the entire Original Wolfpack, especially IPA, for introducing these guys to me. IPA heard these guys on the radio (Kegs and Eggs? Something like that. IDK. Some radio thing in KC.) and intro'd them to the rest of the OW. Then I heard about them by association before my induction into the Pack. I heard them the first time and have never looked back.

Seriously.

I could listen to them all day every day forever, and not get tired of them.

And don't even get me started on their Disney song.

Indie Brits doing Disney? Are you kidding me?!

Anyway, that's all for today. I'm still taking a picture every day. I'll try and compile them soon. Stay tuned :)

Later!
-MDL

When I'm Grumpy

When I'm grumpy, I've realized that other people being happy just makes me grumpier.


When I'm grumpy, nobody has it worse off than I do. That's how I see it, so that's how it is.


When I'm grumpy, I don't talk, laugh, or smile. Not even to myself.


When I'm grumpy, I over-analyze everything to the nth degree.


When I'm grumpy, I dwell on how much I want.


When I'm grumpy, I dwell on how much I don't have.


When I'm grumpy, I pretend that it will never get better, while secretly hoping all of my friends will go out of their way to make it better.


When I'm grumpy, I'm curt, impatient, and more than a little inconsiderate.






...When I'm grumpy, I need to suck it up and realize how awesome life really is.

Days like today...

I wish I was in a kickboxing class.


I'll blog more....sometime.


But don't worry. I'm still alive. :)


M

Hat

Today, I wore one.


It apparently shocked a few people.
(Mrs Whitey)


What Mrs Whitey doesn't understand is that when I do hard-working-man things, I wear a hat. However, she only sees me when I work with her (at a tanning salon, which is not hard-working-man things) or when we're hanging out socially. (By that I mean playing Catch Phrase or playing with her hairy kid. Also not hard-working-man things.)


I really like the hat that I wore today. It's from my trip to San Angelo/College Station/Houston/Galveston a couple of years ago. It was back when I was a fuzz-judger. Or a wool-puller, however you prefer to label me at that time. I judged wool, okay? I had an entire scholastic year of smelly hands (lanolin isn't quite rose petals, people) and holes being jabbed in my unsuspecting fingers by burrs and the like, but it was seriously one of the most educational and fun and hilarious things I've ever done. Anyway, enough nostalgia.


Time for more nostalgia: when we were in College Station, we visited Aggieland. Aggieland is WAY not as cool as Aggieville, just in case you were wondering. ESPECIALLY over Spring Break. I was seriously disappointed. All those TAMU people really need to come to KS and see what a bar-block is really like. Just saying. ANYWAY. In Aggieland is a very famous little restaurant and bar called The Dixie Chicken. It was there that I bought the hat. The End.


No, really. That's the whole story. I bought the hat at the restaurant on my wool judging trip and I love the hat. That's all.


While wearing the hat, I was doing hard-working-man things with IPA on his new little farm project thing. The new little farm project thing is pretty much awesome. I'm quite invested in it, as is IPA. (By the way, IPA, I totally pronounce your name "Eeeeeepa" in my head when I type that. Maybe I'll just start calling you Boss. Which means we can discuss my wages next week. Surprise!) More details on that little farm project thing as events warrant. I'm trying not to step on any toes here, people. Be patient with my tantalizing bits of fun stuff. 


I know I haven't posted them, but I've still been taking pictures every day, so the 365 project is still valid. I'll post them all tomorrow morning. 


In other news, we (The Michael Dean Family) acquired a new puppy yesterday. She's technically Modge's***, but I feel like it is my duty to spoil the ever-loving crap out of her. Her name is Holly. Modge also insists on her animals having middle names, so the puppy is technically Holly Anne. I have a feeling that middle name, much like my own, will come out when she's in serious trouble...


It's time to finish Gone With the Wind now. I'll be back.


Later!
-M


*** My friend B^2 is the one who intro'd me to the whole Modge/Podge thing, by the way. She totally called me out on it and I need to give her credit. I thought it was a nice alternative to "Lady Who Birthed Me" and "Balding Guy", so it stuck. Thanks, B^2!