Best Little Bloghouse in Texas

We got more help in my department at work. It’s Angie. It’s weird training your best friend. I’m going to have to attend a lot of therapy, I think. Not because of Angie, but because I am effing crazy. But don’t worry, y’all, I’m coming to terms with it just fine.

Speaking of Angie, I was at her house on Saturday, and she was watching Urban Cowboy. It’s a movie that she still loves because she loved it as a kid. Somehow, I’ve gotten out of watching it. This is almost impossible because she has forced me to watch all sorts of movies (Annie Hall) that I didn’t want to watch (Casual Sex?) but ended up being really glad she made me see (Thelma & Louise).

I’d also like to note that she still hasn’t gotten me to watch “Best Little Whorehouse in Texas”. Because I am a REBEL, by God!

I made her explain why she likes Urban Cowboy so much and she really had no good reason. She said, “You know how you watch a movie as a kid, and you love it, but then you watch it as an adult and you realize it’s not what you thought it was? This is kinda like that. If I’d watched this movie for the first time now, I’d hate it. It sends a bad message. It says “Oh, now I know he hit you, but if you just hang in there long enough, maybe he’ll change!”

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I can’t stop adding “By God!” to the end of my sentences. I don’t know where I got this from. It just makes me feel like I’m damn serious. (by God!) Sometimes I even add it to the end of other people’s sentences when they sound like they really mean something. It’s getting harder and harder not to do it on the phone when I’m talking to clients.

I’m kinda afraid one of my friends is going to slap me one day because I can’t stop. It’s like some sort of sickness. Sometimes I don’t even know I’m saying it, and then someone will say something with some emotion behind it, and I will find myself showing support by nodding and saying “By God!”

What if that was your job? You know there is someone rich and spineless enough to need you to back them up wherever they go.

How come I don’t know any of those people? Why aren’t you guys introducing me to high society??? Do we have high society around here?

Where do they hang out? Up at the Food World?

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Daphne-at-work made me watch 30 Rock. I grudgingly watched the first disk, and last night I finally got around to watching the 2nd one. I watched the whole disk (8 episodes) in one sitting. I laughed so hard a few times that it was hard for me to stop, and I was by myself. There wasn’t even anyone encouraging me to keep laughing all crazy like that.

Have you ever heard yourself laugh and wondered how people can stand it? When I really get tickled about something, EVERYBODY knows it. (by God!) I have got to work on being one of those women who have a sweet little tinkly giggle.

Anyway, I say all that to say this: If you aren’t watching 30 Rock, you totally should. It is so funny. It’s how I’m going to forgive Daphne for making me watch Lost.