C Note(s)

So... I've made note of this observation at the first country / western themed bar I posted up at, and cross-checked it with the few others I've been to. Most notably, Bushwackers, Little Red Hen and now,  Bourbon Jacks. When I wear my black hat [note to self - gotta buy another one!], and I start cupcaking with the fine country girls, the result(s) are generally the same. Me: [noticing their gaze] "Hey there. You like the hat?" Breezy: "I sure do. You look good / hot / cute / blah, blah, blah." Me: "Funny story about this hat... blah, blah, blah" Breezy: "Ha, ha. That is a funny story. Do me a favor. Can you please lift up your hat?" Me: I oblige the request "Sorry, the hair is done wrecked from the hat wearin'." Breezy: "Not at all. Looks great, in fact." Me: "So..." Breezy: "Hold up, cowboy. Just so you know I have a boyfriend / fiance / husband / girlfriend. But if you behave, I'll

After hella calls & a grip of visits to the local T Mobile store... I've unbricked my recovered iPhone 5. Next time though (if there is one) ... As WCP would say "Please slap me in the face with a track cleat, it's quicker and less painful!"

As I was waiting for my Americano this morning, wrestling with my thoughts and my tumultuous past two weeks, trying to decide what I should do, when I read my daily horoscope "Take comfort in the chaos. The more things change, the more they stay the same." HM!  I don't whether I should return to my crib, barricade the son-of-a-bitch, grab my bottle of Captain, crawl under the covers, cry my heart out and then become a hermit or... muster up my army, tool up, and keep diggin'. Obviously, my choice was to muster up my "army" (friends, family, support vs an actually army), "tool up" (coffee versus a heater), and kept diggin' (gain a new perspective) [Minutes later] That offered me no solace whatsoever.  I heart felt a pang of guilt with this thought. Somewhere, some way, somebody would gladly trade their problems with mine! And in all perspective, 360 degrees of it, I really don't have any "problems". It's just life isn&#

HM! Oops I did it again... lost my phone. Sorta. Lemme explain. This incredible story started on January 12th, at SNOW DAY. You see, I lost my Galaxy S phone during the EPIC snowball fight that broke a world record. Worthy enough reason to lose a phone. Now then, as a stop gap Mama C loaned me a handset because I explained I only had the extended warranty on a handset I no longer possess. Awesome. At that time, T Mobile had contracts for discounted phones. I was a mere couple months into a 22-month program. Fan-fucking-tastic o__0 For the next 6 months I've been rocking up the stop gap, thinking I had to. Then my June bill was charged twice, by accident of course. However, by the end of the conversation I had an iPhone 5 being shipped to me! WOOHOO! Upon arrival and fussing on it for a grip, I noticed that it likes to slip outta my pocket since it didn't have a case yet. One of my friends suggested I download the app, FindiPhone, ASAP. I heeded his advice and did that upon star

[why do most of my stories start like this?] Last night at the bar I stepped outside to cool off from the karaoke, drinking and ambient temperature in there. As I was mulling over the day's events, such as the turmoil at work, self-doubt, and what to say next for my toast [reciting the lines from Hitch, Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away. ] when an older man peddled up in a black painted bicycle. Assumingly homeless. He completely ignored my prescene by focusing on his task. He withdrew from his pocket a severely worn and folded Lay's potato chip bag. He started sifting through the ashtray to find half-done cigarettes. I quietly watched him finish. He looked up at me so we met eyes. I greeted him... "Good evening," I quipped. "Good evening," he rep

So... yesterday was the day! My first casting call for a TV show. Not just any TV show, but the Bachelor and Bachelorette. I blame Mama C, totally her fault. You see she wanted to watch the season premiere of The Bachelorette while making lumpia with us oh-so-long-ago on Memorial Day. Then she suggested I audition for the show. Ridiculous! Ironically, an open casting call was posted on their website for the Seattle area in two weeks. Fan-fucking-tastic 0_o In order to prepare, I thought I needed printed headshots plus the application that I downloaded to faithfully filled out. I asked her to take the photos since self portraits are awkward. I dressed up for these photos. I knew that every players there would dress up nicely in the fashion the Pacific Northwest. Designer jeans, an American Eagle T-shirt, sports jacket and dress shoes. Toss on some bling, and cologne and viola! Candidate central. Hm. I wouldn't be able to stand out in a crowd like that, even with spiky hair and

So... every once in awhile my music producer skills are called into action. While I'm not particularly talented at it, I do enjoy the challenge! If you know me, then you know I love music of all kinds. And not in that bullshit answer that I read on profiles online or casual microvisits with people too ["Oh, I love all sorts of music". 'los digs out iPod and presents a song. "Er, well maybe I don't."] One of my good friends, Jason, approached me about a musical challenge. He had a list of obscure songs that he really enjoyed. He was curious if I'd be willing to hunt them each down, burn them to a CD, and any download cost(s) he would cover - to a limit. Hm. Well... I do love results-oriented projects, music, and helping my friends, so I said, 'CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!!' Way before Barney [HIMYM] uttered it. [Was there any doubt I wouldn't?] I called that one conVINCEd, since his moniker was VINCE. Anyways, I moved on to another one, "

I realize I haven't posted much about my "temporary position" even though I'm one of the biggest Facebook post-whores ever. Why? Haven't had much to update all y'all on... until now! My temporary status was extended until Friday, 6/14. Basically a week away. The following will be an analogy with NASCAR Sprint Cup races therefore I'll lose many of my readers along the way... frankly, don't care. It's the best imagery I can describe how the situation is. On the final laps of drafting tracks as Daytona and Talladega, it's a scramble of lead lap cars trying to put themselves to win. And that's not necessarily at the lead, either! Oh, and you've gotta have "friends" to "help you out". That is until the final lap - every man for himself. And yeah, rubbin' is racin'! With a week left, it's effectively a dash for the finish. Management posted two permanent Inventory Control Specialists positions with a closin

First full day with the iPhone 5... I received it Wednesday afternoon, which I immediately charged and didn't think too much about it. Yesterday I fired it up. Realized I needed to call T-Mobile in order to change handsets. The CSR was cordial enough, and got it done what needed to be done. I then ran over to the T-Mobile store so they could copy my regular sized SIM card (Android) to my nano sized SIM card (iPhone) Guess what? Only captured about 3 numbers. Fantastic! Jumped on the messages boards trying to find an easier way to import contact information. Still stuck on stupid! I'm really reluctant to manually input this bizo in... It's an adjustment to say the least. Nothing bad, nothing good, just different. Although I did notice that speed difference between 4G and LTE. And honestly, after researching the subject there really isn't a difference between the two other than a label. ... but I still noticed the fastest of the fast (4G) and hyperdrive-Punch-It-Che