Lovely Latina
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Hey everyone...'member me? Lovely Latina?...LL?...Loooooofah Lovely?...Smiley Girl?...Lovely Lashina?...ummm...Grape Juice Woman?...ahhh fuck it!
It's good to be back.
I just returned from an out-of-town trade show in lovely Las Vegas, NV...home of gambling and free alcohol (Ha!...tell me they DON'T know what they're doing); home of legalized prostitution and our beloved Weird Harold (implication of direct correlation not intended...hehe <wink> ); and home of cheap all-you-can buffets and Elvis impersonators (direct correlation intended). Oh! And can't forget Nexxus' "pink taco juices" (whatever the fruck THEY are...seems like I missed out somehow...oh well <shrug> ). BUT...Hubby and I more than doubled our money two nights in a row at the blackjack tables ("dangerous" is the irresistable allure, Laurel...lol), so I'm a happy, little (addicted) gambler.
Anywhoooo...<cue theme from "Jaws">
"Duhn nuh"
Watched some scenes from the movie "Jaws" earlier tonite.
"Duhn nuh duhn nuh"
There was a scene on the boat where the three men were discussing the various "battle scars" they had incurred during their adventures at sea, and I thought it would be interesting to learn about the injuries, broken bones, scars and dismemberments that our fellow BBer's have experienced. Here are my "major" ones:
1-year-old: I was running around the living room like a lunatic...slipped and fell hitting the sharp, pointed edge of the glass coffee table right above my left eye. Half an inch lower and you'd all be calling me "Lovely Patchina." Had stitches and the hair still doesn't grow on that one little line across my eyebrow.
10-years-old: Being the ultimate tomboy, I was playing "crash up derby" on my dirt bike with the other "boys" from the neighborhood, when I went flying onto the cement chin-first and fractured my jaw. I had to have my mouth wired shut for 6 weeks and carry around a pair of pliers JUST IN CASE I had to puke. (Yeah...like I'd really be able to cut all those wires in time...I think I was 18 before I realized that they just didn't want to tell me that I would choke on my own vomit and die. lol)
23-years-old: I was ice-skating when this sudden "je ne sais quois"(sp?) came over me, making me believe that I had magically transformed into Michelle Kwan. I went to do a spin and fell hard on my ass. Then my leg started to hurt. I was wearing black stretch pants and felt that they were wet on the spot that hurt. I thought that I just must have scraped myself, but when I got home and removed the pants...I had put a big gaping hole in my right calf with my skate blade!! Holy Frijoles! This can't be good, I thought. Hubby enjoyed watching them stitch me up, as well as commenting in awe on the white globules of fat cells oozing forth. (Ahh...gotta love him...da bastage. lol)
K...so those were my major physical traumas...pretty tame...but cool, nonetheless. Anyone else wanna share?
[This message has been edited by Lovely Latina (edited 06-10-2000).]
It's good to be back.
I just returned from an out-of-town trade show in lovely Las Vegas, NV...home of gambling and free alcohol (Ha!...tell me they DON'T know what they're doing); home of legalized prostitution and our beloved Weird Harold (implication of direct correlation not intended...hehe <wink> ); and home of cheap all-you-can buffets and Elvis impersonators (direct correlation intended). Oh! And can't forget Nexxus' "pink taco juices" (whatever the fruck THEY are...seems like I missed out somehow...oh well <shrug> ). BUT...Hubby and I more than doubled our money two nights in a row at the blackjack tables ("dangerous" is the irresistable allure, Laurel...lol), so I'm a happy, little (addicted) gambler.
Anywhoooo...<cue theme from "Jaws">
"Duhn nuh"
Watched some scenes from the movie "Jaws" earlier tonite.
"Duhn nuh duhn nuh"
There was a scene on the boat where the three men were discussing the various "battle scars" they had incurred during their adventures at sea, and I thought it would be interesting to learn about the injuries, broken bones, scars and dismemberments that our fellow BBer's have experienced. Here are my "major" ones:
1-year-old: I was running around the living room like a lunatic...slipped and fell hitting the sharp, pointed edge of the glass coffee table right above my left eye. Half an inch lower and you'd all be calling me "Lovely Patchina." Had stitches and the hair still doesn't grow on that one little line across my eyebrow.
10-years-old: Being the ultimate tomboy, I was playing "crash up derby" on my dirt bike with the other "boys" from the neighborhood, when I went flying onto the cement chin-first and fractured my jaw. I had to have my mouth wired shut for 6 weeks and carry around a pair of pliers JUST IN CASE I had to puke. (Yeah...like I'd really be able to cut all those wires in time...I think I was 18 before I realized that they just didn't want to tell me that I would choke on my own vomit and die. lol)
23-years-old: I was ice-skating when this sudden "je ne sais quois"(sp?) came over me, making me believe that I had magically transformed into Michelle Kwan. I went to do a spin and fell hard on my ass. Then my leg started to hurt. I was wearing black stretch pants and felt that they were wet on the spot that hurt. I thought that I just must have scraped myself, but when I got home and removed the pants...I had put a big gaping hole in my right calf with my skate blade!! Holy Frijoles! This can't be good, I thought. Hubby enjoyed watching them stitch me up, as well as commenting in awe on the white globules of fat cells oozing forth. (Ahh...gotta love him...da bastage. lol)
K...so those were my major physical traumas...pretty tame...but cool, nonetheless. Anyone else wanna share?
[This message has been edited by Lovely Latina (edited 06-10-2000).]