Treat for Clink

Since Clink was the only one who commented (bless her blogger soul) I'm going to write on the topic she most wanted to read about: buying underwear at Target.

(Let's keep in mind, I'm tired, it's been a long day and I feel like tomorrow is going to be just as long.)

On with the story...I was at Target the other day looking for the damn Paul & Joe brown/yellow tracksuit jacket that is now on clearance and I did find one, just one, but of course it wasn't in my size. I continued to shop, 'cause I had an itch to spend some money. I piled a couple of items in the cart, but continued to browse when I came upon the intimate apparel section of the store. I was actually looking for a robe, thinking that since now I have a roommate, I should get something for those moments when I need a quick coverup to move about the house without risking being caught in my underwear. I didn't find any robes I liked, but I noticed a clearance rack of girly underwear.

Now most of the time I wear low-rise briefs from the Pink line at Victoria's secret, but I saw the rack of reduced priced panties and decided to treat myself to a cute pair, because there's nothing like a cute pair of underwear to put a girl in a good mood. I know it sounds kind of ridiculous, but there's days when I'm just wearing my T-shirt and jeans, yet feel so special just 'cause I have my girly panties on. I doubt this has the same effect on the gentlemen. I mean I'm sure none of yall have ever thought twice about what pair of boxers you slip on just as long as they're clean, but oddly things like this matter to us girls.

On with the story, I selected two pairs of boy-shorts and proceeded to make my way to the checkout. Now when I was selecting a checkout, I based it purely on the least amount of people in line. I ended up in a line with a male checkout person, a young male checkout person. For a second, I thought "Oh, great, this guy's gonna have to scan my underwear," but then my more rational self said, "It's no big deal; he's just gonna scan it and shove it in the bag."

Nope, didn't happen. Instead, the following conversation occurred:

Guy scanning the underwear, which - mind you - were on hangers, the cheap, plastic kind of hangers that probably costs the store almost nothing to giveaway, asks while holding the underwear on the hangers, "Do you want to keep the hangers?"

I, kind of surprised at the question, said, "No, I don't need 'em. It's not like I hang my underwear."

At that point, the guys proceeds to take my new pair of underwear off the hangers, which means a strange guy is touching my underwear. Correction: it means A GUY is touching my underwear.

Trying to make light of a slightly awkward situation, I go on talking, saying stuff like, "That would be kind of weird if people did hang their underwear. I mean, who would say 'yes, leave the hangers 'cause I don't have any at home to hang my underwear on.' I wonder what kind of people would actually hang their underwear. Can you just imagine their closet with a section of hanging underwear?"

I think the guy said something else, but I can't remember now. I just wanted my underwear out of his hands and in my bag.



Um....ok, that's my buying underwear at Target story, Clink. Hope it wasn't too anticlimactic.

Halloween 2006

Roman Jesse & Catwoman Veronica




Good idea for a costume

Sweatin' to the Oldies

Woody Bev


Stirrin' the mystery brew


Just us gals

The Sopranos


Roman chick, the Bullfighter & a Pirate


Fun times

A year from 30 is pretty scary

I like how I'm dancing and these peeps are petting my horse


Ride 'em cowgirl


Just the guys


I love my beer tub!


Jesse's sister - the Pirate



This is where the cowgirl rides away. Til next time.

Busy Unpacking

Ok, I'm moved. And I've unpacked for the most part, but there's still a couple of boxes that I need to sift through. I'm pretty tired from all the moving. I don't ever want to see a cardboard box again. I'm so over moving!

I promise I'll post more soon, but until then here's some posts you can look forward to reading:

-the stupid movers
-Jesse's party
-my car battery
-buying underwear at Target
-Birthday & Halloween pictures

Stay tuned.

Busy Packing

No time to post. I'm packing.

I'm trying to keep my packing a little more organized this time around. Yes, I'm naturally a freak when it comes to organization, but I'm trying that much harder to make this move as uncomplicated as possible. My last move wasn't so bad, but one problem I hadn't anticipated was not being able to find which box I packed what stuff in. I'm sure some of yall label your boxes KITCHEN, BATHROOM, BEDROOM, etc. when you move. I didn't do that.

This wouldn't have been such a big deal except that after a day of moving and cleaning out my other apartment, I had only set up my bed and organized my closet at the new place (priorities, right?) and then got myself ready to go out with some friends to celebrate my 26th birthday. Well, let's just say after a night of one too many drinks, too many drinks that resulted in me dancing on the bar at Coyote Ugly, needless to say I woke up the next morning feeling less than stellar. And after a night of partying like a rock star, all I wanted was to eat some toast to settle my stomach, but I couldn't for the love of God figure out which box I packed the toaster in. Fortunately, I was able to find a barely eaten bean and cheese taco (a failed attempt from the night before) sitting on my kitchen counter and ate that instead, but lesson learned: label your boxes, especially the one with the toaster.

Oh, and if anyone cares (read: my mother), my cough is pretty much gone. I'm down to only two or three or four coughing fits a day. Progress.

Feeling *Cough* Better

For the record, I'm feeling better, not that I was feeling that bad to begin with, but the coughing has lessened and I'm now finally able to cough up some good phlegm. The con to that is since I'm a girl it's not quite acceptable for me to just spit anywhere, so I've since had to adopt spit bottles to sit in my car and at my desk for those moments when I absolutely, positively must spit. Yes, that's gross, but it didn't make much sense for me to keep swallowing all the junk I kept coughing up, right?

And because I've had this cough for the past week, I have not rode my bike either, which means my ass is going straight to mush. I don't think I'll begin riding again this week either, 'cause this is the week I have to pack before the big move on Friday. Ugh, I'm kinda dreading this move. I'm dreading the packing, the unpacking, the move itself and cleaning the apartment for the final walk-thru before I turn in my keys on the 31st. But the thing I'm dreading the most is not having a space of my own and not knowing when I'll have a space of my own again. It's in these moments Tough Pecos Girl (you know, the tougher version of myself, the one who thinks she's a badass and can say or do anything she wants) pipes in and says "Stop your bitching and just suck it up and do it!" Yeah, Tough Pecos Girl is very unsympathetic.

Moving on, I have a Ralph update: Lil' Ashley once again invited him to do something with us, but once again Ralph wasn't able to show. For fear that Ralph may think Ashley is into him, we agreed she should tell him she has a friend she thinks he should meet. Coincidentally, Ralph was at the same wedding as Ashley this past weekend, which I guess was the perfect opportunity for her to mention me to Ralph. And since she had her camera handy, not only did she snap a picture of him for me to see, but she was able to show him a picture of me from my birthday. According to Ashley, Ralph thought I was beautiful and was one girl he wouldn't mind taking out on a date. Now all that's left is me seeing a picture of him and agreeing to same said date. I'll keep yall posted.

Tos

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Yep, that's been me for the past four days. I can't begin to tell you the ab workout I'm getting. Fun times, let me tell you. Yep, what a way to kick off 28.

I don't have much to say. Or more like I'm tired of coughing and I just want to sleep, 'cause at least when I sleep I'm not coughing. But I did want to say thanks to all those who either left a comment on the blog, sent me an e-mail, gave me a call, sent me a card, bought me a meal, sent me a text and/or gave me a gift/money for my birthday. This may sound cliché, but you really made my day.

The rest of you are on my shit list.

Birthday T-Party

The gist: guests were encouraged to wear a fun and original T-shirt. The more creative, the better.

This T-shirt is so Miguel...


Hmmm...who's this?


Is it O-S-C-A-R?


Sugar daddies make her smile


There was no band, just DJ Kaz


What does he care? Allah's his homeboy.


I'm not pointing fingers, but somebody failed to follow the theme here:


Lil' Ashley with the birthday girl herself


I guess the guy on the right didn't get the memo either


Another photo of Miguel & I for the record books


Ashley and friends


Happy birthday to me! And many more...


Uh-oh, the dancing begins. You ready?


If that's your girl, you better watch your back


Them other f*ckers don't know how to act


Can you spell "hilarious"?


Miguel can't resist a photo w/the lovely Michelle


No comment


This is NOT her daddy & hasn't even been introduced to his baloney


Otro foto con Miguel


Party on


Too tired to write a caption


C&C, but not the music factory


This T-shirt is rated X for Xcellent idea.


Take it to the chorus...

Happy Birthday to Me!

What a crybaby. And I still am.



Guys, I'm 28. I was born today 28 years ago. Sure, it's not a huge milestone, but still this day is pretty important to me. I was born on a Friday the 13th and this is the 6th time it's landed on a Friday in my lifetime. My next Friday the 13th birthday won't be until 2017 when I turn 39. (Lord willing, of course.) Anywho, I'm pretty excited about this one.

Twenty-seven was a good year to me. I had some good times, some hard times, some laughs, some tears, but all in all I made it out alive and that's what counts. But I'm still waiting for all this wisdom to kick in. I guess any moment now, huh?

I feel pretty blessed. Maybe I don't have much to show for (yet), but I've got my health, loving parents and brothers who mean the world to me, more than a few good friends who know the real Bev (and still like me inspite of it) and last but not least, I've got these damn good looks that don't seem to show any signs of fading away. Yep, I'm pretty lucky.

Coming Soon

I can't help but think 28 years ago today my mother was giving their then two-bedroom house a good fall cleaning, even rearranging the furniture despite being very pregnant. Due October 3? Yeah right. As would be proven several times over, this little one would take care of matters in her own time.

Another Pretty Face Discount

I ran out of temporary checks again, so I went by my bank AGAIN. This time the teller was a lady. I told her I needed more checks. She asked for my account number and my ID. I gave her the account number and then hand her my ID. She looks at my driver's license and asks if I have one that's not expired. (Why would I show an expired ID if I was carrying a current one?) I explain that I don't have one with me. Then she does this other thing where she has me swipe my debit card and enter my PIN code. Then she proceeds to get my checks ready.

While she's doing this I do something I failed to mention I did last time I was requesting checks. They have this glass bowl with a little sign that reads "If you think I've done an excellent job serving you, please drop a pebble in the bowl." I dropped a pebble last time for the other teller and went ahead and dropped a pebble for the teller helping me this time. The teller heard the pebble drop and says thank you. She continues with what she was doing and then asks how many checks I need. I tell her three will be fine. She says, "Oh, I'll give you six." She hands me six and I pull out my money and ask her what I owe. She says, "No charge." I smile, say thanks and leave the bank, but not without grabbing a couple of cookies before leaving.

Once again, having a pretty face pays off. And this time I got twice as many checks for free. I rule!

And in other news, my forehead has so many little pimples, it's like reading Braille. Any suggestions on how to keep this crap under control?

Oh, and also: I'm an idiot (and not just because I took a picture of someone's boyfriend with my camera phone). When I was at Wal-Mart on Sunday, I went by the pharmacy to refill a prescription, but I forgot which one of the two was the one that needed to be refilled. I ask the pharmacist which prescription I filled last time. He says the synthroid. So I tell him to refill the indapamide, figuring that's the one I need. He refills it, I get home and I realize it was the synthroid I needed. Damn. I guess I won't be running out of indapamide any time soon, but now I have to go back to the pharmacy and buy another prescription. I've been meaning to go the past three days, but haven't had a chance and now I'm getting the shakes, which means I definitely can't put off getting it refilled any longer.

And that about covers all my lame news.

Sorry Excuse for a Post

Dammit. I'm freaking tired! Not 'cause I had a rowdy crazy weekend either. Nope, because my mind can't seem to stop thinking at night and I have one thought or concern after another until the next thing I know it's past one in the damn morning and I'm still laying in bed waiting for sleep to come. Oh, and then I get to wake up five/six hours later and go to work all tired-looking. Yay!

And since I'm so tired and still have other things to take care of this evening, here's my weekend recap 'cause I know some of yall are just dying to read something:

-Friday I drank a couple of beers with my coworkers, drove home, took a nap, cleaned up a bit and went to bed at fairly decent time.
-Saturday I went to watch the UT/OU game at a bar/grill with my cousin and her friends, returned to the apartment to let my cousin and her friends get ready for a wedding, took a nap, went to Hobby Lobby and Target, returned to the apartment, felt gorda, rode my bike for 25 minutes, showered, watched SNL, fell asleep, woke up, got the air mattress ready for my cousin and her friends, laughed at my cousin's not-so-sober friend and went to sleep.
-Sunday I went to eat brunch with my cousin and her friends at Blanco Cafe, went to Wal-Mart and Academy, returned to the apartment, did laundry, read some blogs, rode my bike, watched Desperate Housewives and got ready for bed.

You'll note my weekend's activities did not include me taking a picture of someone else's boyfriend with my camera phone, so I guess that's progress.

I hope you enjoyed this lame attempt at a post.

Nothing to Post, So Read This

I'm running low on material. Yep, that's right. Nothing interesting worth posting. Nope, nothing at all.

1. FIRST NAME.
"Beverly the great" but I cut off "the great" because it was too long.

2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
The first Beverly the great....or the nurse in the hospital room the day I was born, an awesome day, let me tell you.

3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?
I think I got a little tear in my eye yesterday, but for sentimental reasons.

4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
Most of the time

5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Fried bologna....too bad I rarely ever eat it.

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Hells no. It's always too much drama with me.

7. DO YOU JOURNAL?
Isn't this kind of what I've been doing up until now on this blog?

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
Yes, I'm almost positive.

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
No, thanks - count me out on that one.

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
I don't have a favorite. I like lots of cereal, but only buy Raisin Bran -it's much healthier.

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
ummm, i think so

12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?
I think I'm super strong

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Vanilla

14. SHOE SIZE?
ocho

15. FAVORITE COLOR?
white

16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?
how I always seem to say or do the wrong things

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
I miss many people equally

18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?
Do whatever, you're gonna do whatever you want anyway

19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
Dark jeans and black strappy heels

20. LAST THING YOU ATE?
nectarine

21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
the silence of an empty office

22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
white

23. FAVORITE SMELLS?
fresh chopped wood, men's cologne, clean sheets

24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Veronica

25. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU'RE ATTRACTED TO.
I don't know...their teeth when they smile

26. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
Got it from Cheryl. I don't know her/know her, but I think she's swell.

27. FAVORITE DRINK?
water

28. FAVORITE SPORT?
to watch: Spurs basketball

29. EYE COLOR?
brown, the brownest of the brown

30. HAT SIZE?
geez, I don't know

31. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
sometimes

32. FAVORITE FOOD?
my mom's enchiladas

33.SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
happy endings

34. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
dark grey camisole

35. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Summer, love the heat

36. HUGS OR KISSES?
I'm going with Cheryl's answer: It really depends who is receiving or giving.

37. FAVORITE DESSERT?
I don't have a favorite. I'll eat just about any dessert.

38. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?
"How to covertly take a picture with your camera phone" - It's a great read.

39. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
Texas Tech University logo

40. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV?
Part of Pure Country, rerun of Sex and the City

41. FAVORITE SOUNDS?
what's with all these favorite questions? I don't think I have a favorite sound.

42. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?
Beatles

43. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME.
California

44. WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT?
I can put my foot in my mouth, no seriously, I do it all the time

45. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
Odessa, Texas - which is nothing like you see in that damn show Friday Night Lights. Showing a small town water tower and some guy throwing a football thru a swinging tire is so freakin' cliche.

46. WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
I stole it from Cheryl.

47. NEWEST THING YOU'VE TRIED?
nothing...maybe its high time I try something new

48. ONE THING YOU'D CHANGE ABOUT YOURSELF.
I love me, why would I want to change anything?

49. WHO DID YOU LAST SEND A CARD OR LETTER TO?
My dad

50. WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT IF MONEY WERE NO OBJECT?
Australia

It's Here!

I wore a dress today. It was a purple wrap dress that I've had for years. My friend was getting rid of it, but I objected to that and she let me have it. They say if you want a healthy look about you you should wear purple. Fortunately for me, my high school colors were purple and gold. One of my favorite shirts to wear to school on Fridays (you know, to support the team) was this royal purple button-down Oxford that originally belonged to my brother Steven, but then he grew out of it, so I got to wear it. Man, I kind of wish I still had that shirt. What's up with all my best purple clothes coming from other people?

The whole point of bringing up the dress was to say I noticed this safety pin was still perfectly secured in the V-neck area to prevent the dress from loosening to where everyone can see my bra. My mom fastened that safety pin quite a bit of years ago and it's still there, fastened exactly like she did that day. It's fastened perfectly to where you can't even see the pin at all and it's quite secure. I don't know how she did it. Are moms just good at that? You know what else they're good at? Fastening boutonnieres. Or maybe I'm just retarded 'cause I can't fasten safety pins or boutonnieres correctly. Nevermind. Next subject.

I went to Wal-Mart today. Here was my grocery list:

-huevos
-Limon chips
-wheat English muffins
-cucumbers/lemons
-George Strait's It Just Comes Natural CD
-sandwich baggies
-peanut butter

Guess which purchase I was so stoked about I came pretty close (twice) to hitting kids with my shopping cart to get to it? If you guessed the cucumbers, not only are you wrong, you're probably a perv.

Yep, it's finally here - George's latest CD. And guess what else? My freakin' speakers on my computer just quit working. It was playing earlier, but then I stopped it so I could take care of some other stuff. I hit play again an hour later and NOTHING! Is this some kind of joke? What gives?

UPDATE: I finally got my speakers to work. Actually, it wasn't my speakers. It was the Windows Media Player. Weird.