TOO Much Tuesday

Let me just say that my Labor Day weekend was very Labor intensive.

I took Thursday and Friday off to move/unpack/clean/be miserable. 5 days later and I am done moving. WOOOOO!

I am NOT done cleaning or unpacking and I damn sure am still miserable.

I am exhausted 10 different ways from Sunday. Blah.

Currently, I am typing with one hand as I hold my cell phone and work phone to my ear (both on hold). WTF?

We had a meeting this morning. The F word was used more than 20 times. Voices were raised. Stomachs turned. Hearts skipped beats. It was awful.

I've had too much. I'm stressed to my max capacity.

Dear Verizon. You can kiss my white ass. Your entire company has lost their minds. FYI: I have been on hold/on the line for 30 minutes and counting. The next CS person that answers the phone is going to hate their Tuesday. I've had too much.

After piano practice this evening.

I am going to go home and have too much.

Cherry Vodka and Red Bull, please and thank you.

Monday In Pictures

WTFF

1) Dear Niece. You will never learn. You think it's a joke that you got kicked out of not only public school, but alternative school and then a school for girls. Your little ass if going to a program 5 hours away from home. Bet you won't be so gangster and hard then. WTF are you thinking?

2) Dear Guy in the convertible corvette with his son in the front seat. Yeah, that was me that reported you as an aggressive driver. Bet you will think twice about trying to run someone off the road and then trying to intimidate them by yelling at them and threatening them in STOPPED traffic. WTF were you thinking? Dumb ass.

3) Dear Wells Fargo. Just like last week. You can kiss my ass. WTF is your problem?

4) Dear husband. It would be nice to see you sometime. WTF?

5) Dear body. You and I are about to fight and I guarantee I will win. WTF are you thinking making me look like this?

6) Dear friend. I don't want to get up at 8am tomorrow to get to Hooters by 11am for the pre Kenny Chesney concert party. It's bad enough that the gates for the concert don't open until 6:30 but you want to be out all day? WTF are you thinking?

7) Dear Talon and Tayzon's mother. WTF were you thinking when you named your children?

8) Dear self. Ummmm...your move out date is in 9 days. WTF are you doing? Finish that packing. Please also refer to #4.

Monday In Pictures aka Mute Monday

WTFF

1) Mexican food for lunch = bad idea. WTF was I thinking?

2) Why do I have 50 bottles of unopened wine in my house? WTF? I am a disgrace to alcoholics , ahem, I mean wine lovers everywhere.

3) How in the H E double hockey sticks (hell for those of you that aren't as cool as me) did I accumluate so much shit wonderful things in my apartment? WTF?

4) If I go out with the girls tonight and THE Husband goes fishing and then he has plans to go see a Pre Season football game tomorrow, doesn't that mean I get another girls night out tomorrow? WTF would I even question that for? H E double hockey sticks (plural) Yeah. HELLS YEAH that is.

5) WHY can't Wells Fargo get off of their asses and fix their mess up so I can buy the house from them? WTF is wrong with that place?

6) WTF is up with people traveling so much today? Traffic has been backed up for miles since 8am.

7) WTF? Have you seen my stapler?

8) WTF? Why am I not off work yet and sitting somewhere macking on a tasty beverage?


Bueller?

Bueller?

Bueller?

Happy Bday G-Ma

SHE SO DOES!!!

Not that my Grandma reads this, and not because she is practically blind and wouldn't know how to operate a computer if I did it for her, but hey, shot out to G-ma.

Happy Birthday! 89 years. WOW! What a wonderful life! August 18, 1920. My how the world has changed.

What an inspiration you still are. Growing up on a farm as an only child. You were able to go to college and graduate with a nursing degree (GO SYRACUSE ORANGE). In 1941 you became a mother for the first time (God Rest your soul Aunt Peggy) and a nurse.

You found the courage to leave an alcoholic abusive husband and move with your three children over 1,800 miles away. How things would have changed if you had not done that. Such as, I probably wouldn't be writing this message. So thanks for that.

For 40 years you worked at a nursing home, making it your career and eventually retiring as the Director and one of the most respected women in healthcare in your day.

May the funny old men in the assisted living home not astound you too much with their sex stories and may you know that your family loves you and misses you more than they often show.

Happy Birthday To the Best Grandma in the World.

Your first Granddaughter!!!! (The Best One of Course) --- **there are only two of us***

11 Days

**August 01, 2009 **

DoD Identifies Marine Casualties

The Department of Defense announced today the death of two Marines who were supporting Operation Enduring Freedom.

Lance Cpl. Gregory A. Posey, 22, of Knoxville, Tennessee.
Lance Cpl. Jonathan F. Stroud, 20, of Cashion, Okla., died July 30 of wounds suffered while supporting combat operations in Helmand province, Afghanistan.


**August 03, 2009 **

DoD Identifies Army Casualties

The Department of Defense announced today the death five soldiers who were supporting Operation Iraqi Freedom.

Staff Sgt. Johnny R. Polk, 39, of Gulfport, Miss., died July 25 at Landstuhl Regional Medical Center, Landstuhl, Germany, of wounds suffered when his vehicle was struck by an anti-tank grenade on July 23 in Kirkuk, Iraq.

Spc. Alexander J. Miller, 21, of Clermont, Fla., died July 31 in Nuristan Province, Afghanistan.

The Department of Defense announced today the death of three soldiers who were supporting Operation Enduring Freedom. They died Aug. 1 in Mushan Village, Afghanistan, of wounds sustained when insurgents attacked their patrol with improvised explosive devices and rocket-propelled grenades.
Killed were:

Cpl. Jonathan M. Walls, 27, of West Lawn, Penn.;
Pfc. Richard K. Jones, 21, of Roxboro, N.C.; and
Pvt. Patrick S. Fitzgibbon, 19, of Knoxville, Tenn


**August 04, 2009 **

DoD Identifies Army Casualties

The Department of Defense announced today the death of three soldiers who were supporting Operation Enduring Freedom. They died from wounds suffered when insurgents attacked their vehicle with an improvised explosive device Aug. 2 in Qole Gerdsar, Afghanistan.

Killed were:

Capt. Ronald G. Luce Jr., 27, of Fayetteville, N.C.;
Sgt. 1st Class Alejandro Granado, 42, of Fairfax, Va.; and
Sgt. 1st Class Severin W. Summers III, 43, of Bentonia, Miss.


**August 05, 2009 **

DoD Identifies Army Casualty

The Department of Defense announced today the death of a soldier who was supporting Operation Iraqi Freedom.

Pvt. Keiffer P. Wilhelm, 19, of Plymouth, Ohio, died August 4 in Maysan province, Iraq.


**August 06, 2009 **

DoD Identifies Navy Casualty

The Department of Defense announced today the death of a sailor who was supporting Operation Enduring Freedom.

Petty Officer 3rd Class Anthony C. Garcia, 21, of Panama City, Fla. died Aug. 5 while supporting combat operations in Farah Province, Afghanistan.


**August 07, 2009 **

DoD Identifies Marine Casualties

The Department of Defense announced today the death of four Marines who were supporting Operation Enduring Freedom.

The following Marines died Aug. 6 while supporting combat operations in Farah province, Afghanistan:

Lance Cpl. James D. Argentine, 22, of Farmingdale, N.Y.
Lance Cpl. Travis T. Babine, 20, of San Antonio, Texas.
Cpl. Christian A. Guzman Rivera, 21, of Homestead, Fla.
Sgt. Jay M. Hoskins, 24, of Paris, Texas.


**August 09, 2009 **

DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

The Department of Defense announced today the death of a Marine who was supporting Operation Enduring Freedom.

Capt. Matthew C. Freeman, 29, of Richmond Hill, Ga., died Aug. 7 while supporting combat operations in Kapisa province, Afghanistan.

**August 10, 2009 **

DoD Identifies Army Casualties

The Department of Defense announced today the death of three soldiers who were supporting Operation Enduring Freedom.

Staff Sgt. Tara J. Smith, 33, of Nashville, N.C., died Aug. 8 in Bagram, Afghanistan.

Spc. Matthew K.S. Swanson, 20, of Lake Forest, Calif., died Aug. 8 at the National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, Md., of injuries sustained during a vehicle roll-over July 19 in Logar Province, Afghanistan.

Sgt. Jerry R. Evans Jr., 23, of Eufaula, Ala., died Aug. 7 in Wardak Province, Afghanistan.


**August 10, 2009 **

DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

The Department of Defense announced today the death of three Marine who were supporting Operation Enduring Freedom.

Lance Cpl. Dennis J. Burrow, 23, of Naples, Fla., died Aug. 7, 2009 while supporting combat operations in Helmand province, Afghanistan.

Lance Cpl. Javier Olvera, 20, of Palmdale, Calif. died Aug. 8, 2009 while supporting combat operations in Helmand province, Afghanistan.

Lance Cpl. Patrick W. Schimmel, 21, of Winfield, Mo., died Aug. 9, 2009 while supporting combat operations in Helmand province, Afghanistan.

**August 11, 2009 **

DoD Identifies Army Casualty

The Department of Defense announced today the death of a soldier who was supporting Operation Iraqi Freedom.

Spc. Richard A. Walters Jr., 41, of Cleveland, Ohio, died Aug. 10 in Ali Al Salem, Kuwait.

Mute Mondays

Where The Hell Have I Been?

Last week, I had to fly to THE A K (as one of the locals called it). That would be Alaska for those of you that don't know your state abbreviations.

The picture above is of a nice tasty morsel that found itself as my meal one night. YUM!

I was gone from Monday-Thurday. In case you didn't know, during the summer in AK (the), there are about 19.5 hours of daylight and about 4.5 hours of darkness. Which is actually only dusk like.

This picture was taken downtown at about 11:30pm. Don't ask where all the people are. It was just as creepy to me.



I returned home on Thursday evening and worked from home on Friday because I was jet effing lagged. Thanks to meeting up with some locals on Wednesday night and partaking in some Alaskan nightlife (read, they tricked me into going to a strip club by just calling it ABC --Alaskan Bush Company--).

On Saturday night, THE Husband and I went to a concert here in VA. Jimmy Wayne, Dierks Bentley and Brad Paisley . To say our seats were great is really an understatement. I was touched (literally) by all three of the men. ONLY ON THE HAND you pervs.

Below are some pics for you enjoyment. All taken with the iPhone that does NOT have zoom, so yes, I was that close.

First up we had Jimmy Wayne:



Next we had Dierks Bentley (one of those hands is mine as someone else too the pic for me):




And last but not least, Brad Paisley:

WTFF

I am so TIRED. SOOOOO TIRED. Need a nap now! I wonder if I crawl under my desk if anyone will see me. Or miss me???

Anywhoway.

1) Why is it that when you have to get up to take your significant other to work that you end up being late and they don't? WTF?

2) Why is it that when you are running late, you always have to stop to get gas? WTF?

3) WHY does it take so long to get the pump started. WTF?
3a) Step one. Pop gas tank.
3b) Step two. Get out of car and open gas door then twist off cap.
3c) Step three. Slip card into slot.
3d) Step four. Pick pay credit outside.
3e) Step five. Choose YES I want a receipt.
3f) Step six. Choose which type of gas I want.
3g) Step seven. Remove nozzle from holder.
3h) Step eight. Place nozzle in gas tank and begin pumping.

SERIOUSLY? WTF?

4) Why does my pulled muscle (not a cracked or broken rib) still hurt? WTF? Go away.

5) Why did my husband think it was okay to spend $87.25 at the bar (tip not included) with me there and I didn't get anything? No drink. No shot. No food. WTF?

6) Why are my Fridays always so damn busy. Come on. I know I am going on travel next week but seriosuly, WTF?

7) WHY do banks take so long to respond to a short sale? WTF already. I agreed to everything they are asking for. Let me buy that damn house. I have things planned around a certain closing date. Damn it. WTF?

8) WHY do I have to fly back from Alaska on Thursday in the middle of rush our DC traffic and have to drive home jet lagged and then have to work on Friday? WTF?

9) Why can't I go home? It's noon. I'm tired. I want a break. WTF?

10) Why can't I think of anything fun to do tonight but sleep? WTF? Sleep is for the weak right?

Hey Mom, Remember That Time

When you ran me over with our car? I know you do. Not really all that hard to forget. I know, I know, I shouldn't bring it up, especially since it was about 31 years ago, but hey, I want to tell a story and in order to do so, well...I have to tell this one.

Picture this if you will. I'm talking to you, yeah you, the readers. Pay attention. Anyway, back to the picture. It was circa December 1978, I was 4. My husband had not even been born yet. *NOT FUNNY* Moving on. We lived in a trailer park (what...bitches?) My mother drove a 1973 Plymouth Fury III. It was huge (that's what HE said).

So, one Monday morning, I came skipping out of the house ready to go to pre-school. I was a nerdy little tomboy kid who LOVED school. The night before, we had received some Christmas gifts from the church. My Mother had taken them from the passenger side of the car when we got home. Like all little kids who can't open a door that big, I climbed into my Moms side of the car (yes, kids sat up front back in those days).

As we started to back out of our circular driveway, the passenger car door flew open. What did little ole nerdy tomboy me do? I reached out to grab it to close it. What happened to me? I fell out of the car. What happened after that? Can you guess? You should be able to, I mentioned it in the first sentence of this posting. I'll wait while you go back and check. Hmmmm...hhmmmm....hmmmmm...

Back? Okay. So yeah, the right front tire ran across my chest. Yes sir/ma'm, that huge care ran over me. With my Mother behind the wheel. I was FOUR. Being the hard kid that I was, I picked myself up off the ground and walked over to my Mothers side of the car and stood there looking at her. Moments later, I collapsed. YA THINK?

My Mother is not one to panic. She didn't in this case either. She was a little freaked out as I had blood coming from my nose and my mouth and I wanted to go to sleep. However, she made me stay awake as she flew to the hospital. I remember that. She parked in the parking area of the emergency room, put me in her arms and walked into the ER and said "I ran her over with me car."

HOLY Doctors and Nurses. They came out of the woodworks like roaches when the lights get turned on. The next thing I remember, I said to my Mother "Call JD and Judy (the Pastor and his wife) and have them come pray for me."

I spent three days in the hospital. Yep, a whole three days. They deemed me the miracle child. I had a bald spot on the back of my head, a giant scrape down my right arm, a COOL tiremark embedded in my chest and a little scar from where they had to put the chest tube when lung collapsed from the puncture in it. That's another story in itself. My MOM made a nurse cry and threatened a Doctor within an inch of his life.

As for me, (because this is all about me), I was angry that they put me in a baby crib in the ICU. I was NOT a baby. I HATED my chest tube with a passion. And the old man that died while I was in there still haunts me. I remember them trying to save him.

I do still however, have the Santa from my crib, the book I was given from the present tree and the gift of life.

NO...this is NOT why I am so flat chested.

Look at that, even at four I was a clumsy hot mess.

WTFF

I'm going to try to start a new thing. WTFF. It stands for WTF Fridays.

Fridays are either horribly busy or so slow that I can barely keep my eyes open with out toothpicks.

Today is one of those toothpick days. So here is my first entry into WTFF.

1) WHO names their child AWESOME? Are you serious? Really? That's your name? WOW. Out loud. WTF?

2) While we are on the topic of names, there is a girl that I know, whose name is Crystal. Her last name is Day. Take a wild guess at what her middle name is? Come on...Crystal _______ Day. If you guessed CLEAR then you are todays winner (of nothing). Crystal Clear Day. REALLY people? WTF?

3) Dear Smart Ones Meals. If you are going to make a dish hot. I mean, my throat and lips are burning from the spices hot, then you should warn a bitch. WTF?

4) Hey dumb ass. My rib is either cracked or I tore my intercosal muscle (still waiting on the xray results). What makes you think I want to go to
Kings Dominion???? Roller costers and rides that slam you around are not condusive to such injuries. WTF?

5) Hey Steve McNair. WTF were you thinking? Guess it doesn't matter anymore. Dumb ass. Did you honestly think that a 20 year old waitress wasn't going to cap your ass when she figured out you really weren't leaving your wife? WTF?

6) I meant what I said the last time I saw you. What happened was 21 years ago. If you choose not to remember then that is your damn fault. I choose to hate you. I also choose to wish nothing but the worst for you. Don't you ever ask someone if they know anything about me or where I am. WTF are you thinking? Stupid bastard.

7) Dear drivers/travelers. In case you haven't noticed, or you can't read, the DC area has the SECOND worst traffic in the nation. WHY on earth would you plan a trip that will put you in rush hour traffic? Granted the traffic here SUCKS all the time but rush hour is much worse. GET ouf of my way. I'm trying to go home. You should have been 100 miles from here by now. WTF?

8) Why is it only 2:30pm? 5:00 can't come fast enough. Why is the President of the Company as well as the Director of Operations on vacation and they can't see it fit to give us a "go home a little early day?" They do it all the time when they are here. WTF?

9) Dear self. When someone in the office says "I can't get it in the hole" while talking about the plug for their computer speakers. It is NOT appropraiate to say "that's what HE said." WTF woman?

10) Dear husband. When you say "we are going to that party tonight" and I have no idea what you are talking about, don't proceed to say "we are leaving at 7:30" when I won't even be home from work until 6:30 thanks to the idiots from #7. WTF are you thinking?

It's Friday. I should be sleeping or drinking or something. Not working. WTF?

It Doesn't Hurt So Good

Holy Pain. Or unholy pain. Whatever.

I have a very HIGH tolerance for pain. Normally, the Doctor looks at me and says "WHY didn't you come in sooner? Are you crazy?" Nope. Just didn't think it hurt that bad.

It seems that I have either broken/cracked/bruised a rib or torn a muscle. To say it hurts is a serious understatement. It was just a little uncomfortable yesterday. I would say about a 5 on the pain scale. Today, I woke up at a 12 and have remained at a constant 10 all day.

Breathing = Hurts
Driving = Hurts
Moving at all = Hurts

I mean brings me to tears hurts.

The breathing thing, not such a good idea to have problems breathing when you are an asthmatic.

Yes, I know, I should go to the Doctor. Stop pushing.

However, I do not have a Primary Care Physician. All of my Doctors are specialists. No need to have a PCP. Except in times likes these.

So it's an urgent care of the ER for me. Neither of which I want to deal with.

Save The Drama

For someone other than me.

For a small town, this one sure has a lot of stupid ass women. Damn it ladies. You all are killing me. Stop being such pathetic excuses and woman up. For the love of woman kind. You make it really hard for me to defend women. Oh and you men, don't think that just because I am bashing on my kind today that you won't get yours. Trust me. Don't even get me started.

1) I don't care what he did or didn't do. It is NEVER, E.V.E.R. okay to post naked pictures of your ex sleeping, on the internet. Stupid woman.

2) If you text me five times and say five different versions of "don't tell him, I don't want him to think I'm obsessed", guess what...YOU ARE OBSESSED.

3) If you tell him that you think he will be disrespecting you if he tries go into a bar that you are in, then don't do it to him and then say "he's the one that says we need to co-exist." Dumb ass.

4) I DO NOT want to hear about how you don't want people to think you are a whore. Especially when you slept with FOUR different men last week and you picked them all up in the same damn bar. TRAMP.

5) And you, you triffling skank whore. Not only did you sleep with my friends husband, I DON'T CARE IF IT WAS SEVEN YEARS AGO, but you claim to have an "open" marriage, yet you are the only one effing anyone else. And don't you EVER in your sorry skanktastic life refer to me as a nobody that means nothing or I will snatch your face off. Got that stupid cunt?

Get away from me. All of you.

Bless your hearts and have a nice day.

Well Then

I am usually not a person to jump on a band wagon when it comes to music and reality shows. However, since I am bored out of my skull at work, I decided to zip around the internet. When I came across the clip from last night of Kevin Skinner on "America's Got Talent", I pulled out my trusty iPhone headphones, plugged them into the computer and waited for it to download. Why the hell not, I had nothing better to do.

Let me just tell you a little something (my Southern girl speak is coming out), I love to hear a good singer. I love to hear someone who has honesty and emotion in their voice. Even if they miss a note or two, the talent is raw. I actually had little water dots in my eyes.

I'm not really sure (nor do I care to learn) how to put a video on here so you will have to just follow the link and watch it yourself.

Chicken.

And that's my contribution for the year to the world of reality shows and music.

63

Dear Daddy,

Today, you would have been 63. It's hard to believe you have been gone for over 20 years.

I wish you would have been there on:

May 29th of 1992 to see me walk across the stage and receive my diploma.
On September 10th 1997 to watch me graduate from boot camp and become a Marine.
On May 26th 2007 to watch me (finally) graduate from college.
On November 29th 2008 to walk me down the aisle as I married my husband.

Most of all, I just wish you could be here.

Happy Birthday Daddy!

Farewell Friday

I know that everyone is talking about Michael Jackson and his death. Who am I to not do so as well? Especially since my heart is broken.

In my defense, I am a lifelong fan of the King of Pop. I was the President of the Michael Jackson fan club for a year. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FANS MJ has (had)? A shit ton, let me tell you.

I had the privelege of seeing him in concert. Once as the black MJ. WOW out loud. That man could move.

I used to want to live at Neverland. I mean come on, what kid didn't? NO KID JOKES EITHER. I don't want to hear them.

Regardless of how people may feel about him today, they cannot take away his talent. He was an extraordinary entertainer. His music spans decades, continents and can bring together a room full of strangers with a little Billie Jean or PYT.

His music will never leave us. His legend will go on for eternity. The man may not be as missed now as he might have once been but the music world is a better place for having had him in it. Thanks to him, we have so many other amazing entertainers and music to listen to.

May he finally rest in peace and be rid of his life long demons. Thank whoever for giving us MJ for the time we had him.

The way I remember him:

Pathetic Excuse

That's me. A pathetic excuse for a blogger. Maybe it's because the days of being all hitched and stuff makes my life not all that entertaining to anyone other than the voices in my head. I know they like the music and they can function on no sleep.

Mute Monday Meandering

Concert Ho

I have been to quite a few concerts in my day and I'm still going. Just today, I bought tickets to see Pink. I have been a Pink fan for a long time. That girl has a voice. Listen to the tracks that don't get air time.

Next month, THE Husband and I will be going to see Brad Paisley. We saw him last year and since he's one of our favorite country artists we are excited to go see him again. As a matter of fact, I took THE Husband to his first concert a few years ago. I KNOW, GASP. He didn't realize he had married (or was dating at that time) a concert whore. NOT whore in the, I sleep with people at concerts way, but that, I LOVE me a concert (and a ballet and a show and many other things) way.

In a few months we will also be going to see Kid Rock and Lynard Skynard. HELLS YEAH!

I made a little list of the bands/shows etc that I have seen. I am sure I will forget a few but you will see why I say I am a self proclaimed concert ho.

Bad Company and Damn Yankees
New Edition (back in the day)
Michael Jackson (when he was still black)
Metallica
Guns and Roses (when they FIRST came out)
Wham!
OzzFest (I am not even going to try to list the bands)
Lollapalooza
Kenny Chesney
Rascal Flatts (who is my least favorite country band)
Poison
Cinderella
COC
Henry Rollins
Ozzy
Sepultura
Alice in Chains
Helmet
Ministry
Stone Temple Pilots
Big and Rich
Toby Keith
Martina McBride
Dierks Bentley
Keith Anderson
3 Days Grace
2 Live Crew (yes, I saw them on their Nasty as They Wanna Be Tour)
New York Philharmonic
Harlem Boys Choir
Garth Brooks
Kelly Clarkson
Jewel
Daryl Worley
Bathory
Gwar
PM Dawn
Hootie and The Blowfish (I lived in Charleston and saw them all the time)
Celine Dion
Joan Jett
311
Jagged Edge
Tesla
Dokken
Motley Crue

I'm telling you, I love a great concert! Journey, Cheap Trick and Poison are coming soon. Oh MY! Give me music. All kinds too.

Hooray for being a Concert Ho.

Thought Provoking Tuesdays

"You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation.. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."

~~~~~ Dr. Adrian Rogers, 1931 - 2005 ~~~~~

Mute Mondays

Things I Want In My House

I have a dream house in mind but my wallet cannot afford it. So, I decided to scale back a little bit. Okay A LOT. Some of these things I will have to work for but I really want this stuff. *sigh*

In a house, one of the most important things is the closet of course. This is a mans closet but I can womanize it. Check this out.



On those days that it's just too hot to do anything else but swim, I would love to walk out to this:



After I take a nice long swim, I can go relax in the bath in something a little like this:



If I want to hang out and play a little pool or have a drink, I can always go here:



If I get hungry while playing pool, I can head upstairs and cook myself something in here:




Finally, after a rough day or swimmming and playing pool and relaxing, I can retire to something like this:



Everything is give or take on the colors of course.

A girl can semi-dream can't she?