Summary of Best Friend's trip

Thursday evening:

Arrival
Dinner at a taco bar

Friday:

Wandering by herself while we worked
Shopping in funky neighborhood
Consumption of cupcakes
Inevitable visit to 6th Street and Pete's Dueling Piano Bar

Saturday:

Consumption of breakfast tacos
Swimming
Consumption of crepes
Oktoberfest
Viewing of "Across the Universe"

Sunday:

Austin Museum of Art and Mexic-Arte Museum
Dinner at Tex-Mex restaurant with CL Friend
Post-margarita viewing of much Sex and the City

Monday:

Wandering by herself while we work
Dinner at Stubb's BBQ

Tuesday:

Departure

Ishtar represents the fullness of womanhood and dares us to dream. Her
power is strongest at the full moon, when the essence of womanhood
heightens in response to the moon energy that is all-encompassing.

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Ole!

Trade show madness is over. No more clowns passing out fliers, no more smiling at strangers and whoring myself for business cards, no more carrying heavy boxes to my car parked in the garage a block away. *Breathes large sigh of relief*


Best Friend arrived last night. I was slightly late in picking her up from the airport because I had fallen asleep after getting home from the final trade show. She, Boyfriend and I went out last night for Tex-Mex that was yummy. Our weekend plans have not been finalized yet, but all I know is that we are going to have a great time!! I'm so glad she's here.

CL Friend and her husband have extended the invitation for Boyfriend and I to go to dinner at their house. How nice! This weekend is no good because Best Friend is visiting, but possibly next. It would be awesome if CL Friend's Husband and Boyfriend got along because then we would have "a couple" of friends that we could do things with. I am hopeful because they are both into sports -- that seems to be the common denominator with the male counterpart of the species. They play and watch the same sports so... *crossing fingers*

If not, no big, but wouldn't that be fun?

I have been running my raggedy little ass (little... *snort*) around to trade shows and such. It's not bad -- gets me out of the office and breaks up the week. At the last one, they had brownies and cookies, as well as coffee and pastries in the morning. That's my kinda show, baby.

Not much else to report. Hopefully I will have tons of great stories to tell after Best Friend's visit in the next five days.

Big Fat Carnival

Would love to send a thank-you to Sheana, who included one of my posts in her "Big Fat Carnival."

In Greek stories, Iambe is a wild goddess of sacred sexuality who used
poetry and witty comebacks to entertain others.

Shakespeare recognised Iambe's creative genius and emulated her style
– her iambic pentameter verse – in his plays.

I feel absolutely supercharged

I decided to continually click "Next Blog" to see what I found, and here is some of the stuff I found:

Mustaches of the Nineteenth Century

Dogpatch Journal: a 21st century Thoreau

Then I kept getting porn sites and had to stop.

Why I Love Children, and Particularly Those Who Are Related To Me

Me: "What are you learning about in school?"
Kid Sister #2: "About Christopher Columbus."
Me: "Really? Who was he?"
Kid Sister #2: "He had three ships. He was a sailor."
Me: "Wow. Where did he sail?"
Kid Sister #2: *Silence* "I don't know. To an island. In the east."

--

Kid Sister #1: "I love December, it's my favorite month. I love it because it has Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve and Christmas and... Kwanza..."

Trick or Treat

Before I begin this feminist rant that is cross-posted at the Feminist Pulse, let me say that the lightbulb went off today on the perfect costume. I'm not revealing it until after Halloween but it's amazing.

I never knew you could learn so much about socialized gender roles by looking through a party store circular, but apparently you can. I got one in the mail the other day and not having found a costume yet, I decided to peruse it. Well, I did, and what I found is quite interesting.

Here is a sampling of the male and female costumes in various age groups:

Toddler Boys

• Superheroes: Batman, Robin, Superman, Spiderman, Buzz Lightyear
• Male professions: Fireman, Policeman, Cowboy, Soldier

Toddler Girls

• Cheerleader, "Barbie Team Spirit," Princess, and to their credit, Supergirl.

Boys (sizes 4-14)

• Superheroes
• Male professions: same as before, now including Air Force Pilot, S.W.A.T. Team, and "Mac Daddy," which, judging by the costume, is a euphemism for pimp.
• Violent characters: Freddy, Jason, Warrior, Crypt Master, Zombie, Vampire

Girls (sizes 4-14, not teen girls, but children)

• Disney princesses
• "Pretty Bride" (though I didn't see "Handsome Groom" being sold to boys), "Runway Diva" with a very short skirt, "Major Flirt" (a sexy military costume), "Miss Behaved" (a pink striped prison outfit with broken shackles on the girl's wrist), "Devilicious" with pink hot pants and wings and - I kid you not - "French Maid."
• Female professions: Nurse, "Hollywood Starlet"

Teen Girls

• "Army Girl" with insanely short camouflage shorts and cleavage, "You Sexy Witch," "Barbarian Babe," "Fashion Police" and of course the French maid outfit.

Adult costumes are similarly divided. ALL women costumes (with the exception of the nun outfit) are skimpy and "sexy." NONE of the men's costumes are. Women are sexy cops and military babes, but never Police Women or Soldiers.

I think the most disturbing, however, is the hyper-sexualization of girl children.

I feel like I'm drowning in work. The two-week long dry socket has really screwed up my schedule and I am behind on all of my classes. Not to mention my housework. Normally, Boyfriend and I split all the household chores, with him occasionally doing more than me. Lately, I have been out of commission and I need to get back... in? I don't know how to phrase that, but my kitchen floor is yucky. Forget that, my kitchen is yucky.

Another reason for cleaning up the place is that Best Friend is visiting next week! I am so excited! No one has ever visited me here before except for Sister. She is here for about five days. It will be fun. A break from soliciting strange women online to be my friend.

(I'm just kidding; I haven't met anyone strange. Yet.)

Wisdom Tooth Conspiracy

I'm sorry, but I've gotta share this. I found this online and it struck me as positively hysterical.

Wisdom teeth are, in fact, the result of a wide-reaching, global conspiracy of the dentistry industry. They have known about genetic engineering for years, but they have selfishly used this knowledge to introduce wisdom teeth into the human gene pool for their benefit. Ever notice how dentists are so eager to remove your wisdom teeth? In fact, we suspect the nitrous oxide manufacturing companies are in on this gig as well.

Think about it. Wisdom teeth are not necessary for eating food, nor for any normal vital activity. They do nothing but take up space and cause pain, and perhaps incur cavities in the victim, since they are conveniently hard to brush.

Sure, you might hear archeologists talking about finding wisdom teeth in the skeletal remains of homo erectus, but they, too, have been manipluated and brainwashed by the dentists of America. Humans have no need for wisdom teeth, nor have they ever. It is a money-making ploy, and nothing more. Any evidence you see the contrary is the work of the conspirators as well.

I think I'm missing something here. Dentists are responsible for the fact that wisdom teeth grow in our mouths?

Don't believe the hype. Wisdom teeth are a hoax.

Oh, how I wish they were.

I found out today that I do have a dry socket. I knew it... when I read that a dry socket causes the worst pain imaginable, I knew that's what I have. I went back to the surgeon yesterday and he said maybe it was a muscle thing, since everything looked good. I went back today in desperation: "Please, help me!!" He decided to "go inside" and see what was up. Great.

Well, he found some knot of tissue that was covering my dry socket, which was why he didn't see it. Is that normal? No. Of course not. He took it out and now I've gotta... you know what? I don't remember.

I'm tired and drugged.

I also have to go back to the surgeon on Friday, then take a final that afternoon, and lose pay for practically the whole day.

Does someone want to kill me now?