LittleFluffyCloud

husbands come and go, but girlfriends are forever.

i hate when people wait for their loved ones to die and then they start preaching about how short life is, and how you should tell those around you how you feel about them. why not start before that happens? it's easy... "fefa, i love you, and i want your car."

here's my way of recognizing the women in my life who are so important to me, and why. i could just say they're all really hot, 'cause they totally are, but it's deeper than that. their closets play a role too.

and in alphabetical order.... i don't need any catfights around here...


allyce
aka: AJ, obese allyce, pleasantly plump allyce

quiet, laid-back, and easy to please. which is nice, since i like to take control and be around people who laugh at all my jokes. recently having joined the ranks of figure models, i feel even more guilty eating donuts around her. before i only felt a little guilty.
always with a smile on her face, which is amazing considering she used to work with kids with cancer. but don't let that smile fool you. she's had life experience and doesn't see the world through rose-colored glasses. just orange ones.
if she were to die, i would cut her face off (a la hannibal lecter) and wear it, but not in a creepy way. only because she has great skin.
i am lucky to call her one of my bestest friends, because she doesn't just let anyone get close to her... only girls that know what 'roughie' and 'yippee' mean.



amber
aka: amberlicious, disney freak, spartan lover

if bryan ever decides that he's more into brunettes than blondes, i am in trouble. not that he could, since her 12-foot tall boyfriend probably wouldn't be down with that and would sit on peters and break his weak legs.
her wit and snide comments are my favorite characteristics... even in weird, uncomfortable or depressing situations, she's got something sharp to say, and God help you if you're on the receiving end.
we have a mutual interest in oil & gas, disney and future plastic surgeries.
and like allyce, i would wear a part of her after she died... but i can't say it here. yes, even lfc has to drawn the line on decency somewhere.



ashley
aka: smashley, a piece of ash

probably the gal i am closest to, if we were talking in terms of phone minutes and emails. we certainly communicate the most, since what we both do best is talk about ourselves and other people. but she really does know more about me than most people do. which always frightens me... she has too much power.
i strive to be more like ashley... self-aware, evolving, and skinny. if only crone's was contagious, i'd make out with her all the time. too much teeth!
one of a kind this one. and those that have crossed her path would agree. a 'tall drink of water', she's sweet, funny and likes fart and poop jokes (a girl after my own heart). and she can laugh at herself... a rare trait in someone so cute.
just don't ask her why her belly button is so weird looking.



brande
aka: mrs. nester, pees-a-lot

i never wanted new friends, 'cause the ones i have rock, and most girls i meet are catty, snobby, or don't believe in plastic surgery. but brande was a breath of fresh air, and i couldn't resist adding her to my bff list.
goofy and sweet are really the best ways to describe her. and even though i'm an open book, her bluntness about herself frightens me sometimes. boogers and butt sex? she's said it ALL. but it's really what adds to her endearing nature.
she's the girl you always want to pinch her cheeks - and in between taking shots of crown and looking hot even without makeup, you can't help but love her.
but next time brande, don't lift your skirt.



erin
aka: baby e, mama e, gilley

a tiny package, with a ton of energy, sweetness and fun. we know what we both love doing, so every time we meet up, we try to do it all in one sitting: drink, gossip and drink more. she also shares my interest in politics, so it's nice to have stimulating conversation such as current affairs with a close girlfriend. until she's had her 12th chocolate martini - feisty is the word.
our opinions are all too similar, so what's better than talking to someone that validates all your thoughts? the answer is nothing.
and anyone that can lose baby weight so quickly rocks.






felicia
aka: fefa, beej's baby mama, feeefaaaa

fe really needs no introduction around here. she's an lfc regular, and most people who have read her stuff left me to go to her. thanks fe.
i'm not quite sure how one would describe fe... except fuckin' funny. yeah, i said it, FUNNY.
her comedic timing and originality cannot be topped. i am always amazed at how her responses, comments, texts and emails leave me with nothing else to say. how can someone top "spicshaw"? most of the time i don't even bother responding, because really, i would just look like an idiot, and frankly, we don't need that.
we go back a long way, dating back to crazy ex's and dressing goth. i'll let you figure out which was which. but luckily we saw through that to our inner selves, and became bff's. or maybe we both liked making fun of people, and that was enough to keep the friendship going.



nece
aka: necey, danika

her most stunning trait - her outward beauty. all eyes turn to her when she walks in a room. which is probably why it took us so long to become good friends... i'm not one to be intimidated by a beautiful girl, but there's always a first time.
get past the looks and you've got an intelligent, sweet and humble gal. she's your typical texas girl mix of brains and beauty - with a degree in knobby knees.
our friendship was based on our double dates - but it developed into a mutual love and respect and a LOT of shared secrets. she knows she'll get the truth from me, and i know i'll get a locked vault from her. and we're not allowed to drink together... it's like two becoming one.
and i can always count on her telling me if the guys in the band are hot. let's face it, sometimes i need someone to tell me the truth and show me the singer UP CLOSE.


so that's it! my favoritist girls in the world. right behind posh and paris. because if either one of those two decide i am worthy of being their friend, you ladies are OUT. please don't take offense. it's not me, it's you.

2 comments | posted on Wednesday, August 27, 2008

worst birthday weekend ever.

ok, i know what you're going to say...
"sarah, at least you have your health. at least you're not some starving kid in africa. at least you have a roof over your head and food on the table. is your life really that bad?"

my answer is yes, yes it is.

my actual birthday was on friday the 22nd. and given the usual yearly celebration that typically lasts weeks, this year was tame. no one believed me that that was how i wanted it... i was inundated with emails asking where the party was and what color tutu was i going to bust out this year and were posh and becks going to crash the party again...
no, i was looking forward to an intimate dinner out with my husband on friday, followed by rest and relaxation for the remainder of the weekend.

instead, the weekend went like this:

a fight between me and bryan at dinner over whether i was too old to be having birthday parties, and whether we play board games as much as i'd like to. silence ensued for the rest of the night.

another fight on saturday regarding our fight on friday.

bryan entertaining himself with rock-climbing and go-cart racing. in his defense, he DID ask me if i wanted to go and take pictures of him having fun. how thoughtful.

a failed attempt at getting a mani/pedi. they were closing up shop (at 5??) when i showed up.

falling asleep during tropic thunder. falling asleep at the theater is like sleeping on a plane... fitful and unsatisfying.

getting food poisoning after my annual birthday dinner with my parents at red robin. the whiskey river burger certainly looks different when it's in the toilet.

so is this it? is this why old people stop celebrating their birthdays after awhile? because everything is downhill and sucky and will never quite live up to the birthday debauchery from years past? have i become one of those wives that tells her husband she doesn't want anything for her birthday but secretly wishes for breakfast in bed and flowers and is disappointed when he does what she says? how long can i make these run-on sentences? and can i ever stop asking myself questions?

5 comments | posted on Tuesday, August 26, 2008

skeptic transformed.

ok, i admit it. i'm a continental-elite status-i-only-walk-on-blue-carpets snob. i cried the entire time enroute to hobby airport, and actually sort of not really had a panic attack as to how i would manage to survive a flight on southwest airlines.

i have always flown continental. since it's based out of houston, i think most people i know do the same. and given my ocd tendencies, switching airlines is WAY out of my comfort zone. which is never a good thing.
and in recent years, the peters have leapt into elite status and have been flying first-class on our latest excursions. not that we can afford it, but we do it anyways. i just have to turn an extra trick or two on the weekends.

so 3 days after getting back from europe, it was time to jet off to vegas to see our friends get married. they were flying southwest, so we decided that would be fun to fly with them.
until about 3 hours before the flight, i started freaking out:
  • how do they check luggage? do they just toss it on a plane and hope it gets there?
  • who works the counters? is it only retards and people missing vital appendages?
  • what is this about no assigned seating? will it be as insane as a nordstrom's shoe sale? should i bring my gun?
  • do they serve food on the plane? or do they just dump a pile of pb&j sandwiches on the floor and it's first come-first serve? (actually, i love pb&j, so i secretly hope this one's true)
all very valid concerns.

so we're driving into the airport. since there's only one terminal... well parking was, EASY. given the insanity that is intercontinental's maze of terminals, easy parking is not something we're used to. plus, the arm just lifted for us (no ticket), as it just read our tollbooth eztag. um, wow.
i pre-printed our boarding passes, so we ease into the check-in line, no wait.
the counter lady (she's normal-looking), smiles and checks our bags, without even weighing them. what?! no holding our breath to see if we make the 50 lb limit?!
2 seconds later, we're already on our way.

a lady approaches us with a clipboard... oh, here it is. the catch.

clipboard chick: "would you mind sparing a few minutes to answer a few questions?"
me: "sorry, we're in a bit of a hurry. i haven't had my morning vodka yet, and i'm about to start experiencing withdrawals."
cc: "that's ok. i'll walk with you."
me: "whatever."
cc: "how was your check-in experience?"
me: "fine."
cc: "did you wait long?"
me: "nope."
cc: "great! thanks for your time, and here's 4 free drink coupons for your trouble. have a nice flight!"

bryan and i look at eachother... normally we would high-five under such circumstances, but we would never let anyone see us enjoying ourselves at hobby airport.

security. we're sure to run into some snags here. no one breezes into an airport this quickly and easily and scores free drinks without any problems.

dammit! no line, no hassle. if i have to start liking southwest, i will be one pissed off blonde. no one takes me out of my comfort zone and gets me to like it!

but alas, the ease and comfort continue. fast boarding, leather seats, friendly stewards, plentiful pillows, and strong drinks were the theme of this flight. and dare i say it... i am pretty sure the seats recline a good 1-2 inches more than continental's. *quickly begging forgiveness from the blue carpet gods*

so basically, it was a cheap flight with no inconvenience. and i might venture as far as to say that hobby airport isn't as dirty as i had thought.

so would i be an idiot to go back to continental and my blue carpet status? sure i would. but that won't stop me. at least i'll be an idiot with big tits.

3 comments | posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2008

there's a first time for everything.

never has a phrase been more appropriate in my life.

we went on holiday for 2 weeks, and here are a few of the things that i did for the first time ever in my life...

  • watched as an active volcano erupted before our very eyes... lava and all. un-freaking-believable.
  • taxi'd on a runway for longer than 3 hours... thank God for first-class, or i might not have survived. spoiled? yes. kidding? no.
  • got kicked off a beach in sorrento. stoopid italians.
  • chose drinking inside a bar vs. touring the colosseum. i'm sorry, but i have a limit on how many old buildings i can see in one day.
  • got sick, throw-up sick, on a plane. i have ridden a plane about 5 million times in my life, and this was most definitely a first. the most embarrassing part was having to ask the hot (albeit gay?) steward for a glass of lukewarm ginger ale. hopefully i didn't have any chunks stuck on my lip. call me.
  • had drinks in grand central station.
  • went sailing.
  • went sailing in malta.
  • reached my limit in champagne consumption. if i taste one more drop of champagne, so help me...
  • had my butt, quads and hamstrings slathered in pure alkaline and eletrocuted every 4 seconds for 45 minutes straight. i might as well have been vacationing in gitmo.
  • told a maltese man that i had only known for 4 hours that i loved him. and meant it.
  • passed gas with friends as a form of entertainment. nevermind, i lied. i've done this before.
  • took better pictures than bryan. i was armed with our dinky little canon sd-whatever, and he with the mac-daddy camera, fancy lenses and all. the results speak for themselves. that's what you get when you dress like a tourist, peters.
  • had a girl hit on me by telling me she had a brownie sundae that she wanted to make just for me, so i could taste the warm topping.

0 comments | posted on Wednesday, August 13, 2008

jet-setters.

we leave for europe in a few weeks.
then we go to vegas a few days after we get back.
then cabo after that.

life is rough. now if i can just find those credit cards....

1 comments | posted on Thursday, July 10, 2008