I am THAT GIRL and I don’t think I will ever change.

This weekend I went to two rather large events. First, on Friday evening, I went to a divorce party. The divorce party was not really my cup of tea[bag]. I think it is a little weird to be celebrating the destruction of something that was once held in high regard to the couple- but whatever. I attempted to have a good time, I put my ‘smiley’ face on and made small talk with trophy wives that I had nothing in common with. Ok I had a terrible time; I was bored out of my mind. But, I wanted to be there for my girlfriend (the divorcée) and show her that I cared enough to drive 20 minutes in the rain and risk getting my hair wet. There was a lot of free liquor and I can never pass up shots of Patron. In addition to the fantastic free bar there were a handful of very attractive eligible bachelors. Sadly, they were all corporate ‘suits’ who were conservative, native Texans, and non passport holders. Again, not my cup of tea[bag].

I did not get moist once.

Best thing about that party was antagonizing the ‘suits’.

On Saturday night, I had the pleasure of going to see the Toadies at the Dallas Palladium. I love the Toadies and have seen them quite a few times. They put on an awesome show! I did not drink my usual shots of tequila; I was introduced to Absolut Vanilla Vodka which is surprisingly smooth and just as effective as my precious tequila. I had many shots, I don’t recall how many, but it was enough to get me really drunk. I was a good happy drunk and enjoyed the show from about 30 feet from the stage.

I do try to fit in with my peers- most of which are trophy wives who have given up their careers to fulfill some suburban fantasy. But, I don’t really fit in with them. Some of my girlfriend’s husbands really enjoy my company more than my girlfriends’ do, only because they say that I am ‘like one of the guys’. Yeah, I am that girl, the ‘one of the guys’ girl and I don’t think I will ever change.

Nothing would thrill me less than to have a typical SAHM/trophy wife life. I need to work for pay outside the house. Can’t accrue human capital folding laundry now can we?

I need adventure. I need to be active, humanitarian, and go a little bat shit crazy.

But, I am that girl, not that ‘trophy’ wife candidate.

It is not my fault that I have a love for sports. My father wanted a boy and he got me so naturally he had to expose me to every sport under the sun. I love Boxing and football; some might even say that I am a football fanatic. Those people who say that may have seen me cry a few times when Romo Choked during a PLAY OFF GAME!!! I am over it now.

It is not my fault that I love punk rock, hard rock, alternative, and metal. I grew up in San Francisco and Los Angeles. I used to sneak into clubs and go to back yard parties. I was always the youngest of my friends back then and they would drag me around to all kinds of different music venues. ACAB- now if you know what that is without googling it- we seriously need to be friends.

I like a lot of things some might consider quirky but WHUT EVAR! The things I like, the things I like to do, music I listen to, choice of Manic panic hair color do not constitute my entire being.

And btw

NINJAS RULE!

Reflection

I took a month PTO to volunteer in Haiti. I got back a few weeks ago and am still having difficulty returning to my pre Haiti routine. I really am trying to get back to 'normal'.

For nearly a month I lived outside on a bunk covered by a mosquito net, listening to the symphony of 100 snoring volunteers with the occasional chiming in of goats and chickens. Accommodations in Léogâne, Haiti were extreme, no roof, no flushing toilets, no showers except by bucket, extreme heat and a tasty diet of beans, rice, and one tomato every day. It was like a camping trip gone wild.

But, at that time there was no where else that I would have rather been than in Haiti doing what I could to help those who have lost so much.

It still brings tears to my eyes to think about all the suffering that I saw. Even as I write this, I see the faces of the children left orphaned and homeless from the quake, the little kid who I bought a coke for on my last night there, the pregnant woman waiting in line at the tent hospital who despite her situation still managed to smile at me. I have a great admiration for the people of Haiti- and they will always be in my thoughts.

Field Hospital in Léogâne closes.

I heard news from a few friends still on ground in Haiti that the field hospital in Léogâne closed. This hospital serviced (when doctors on staff) 300 patients a day. Patient complaints ranged from complications of pregnancy to stroke, dehydration to your common cold. I worked in this hospital for several days and it saddens me to hear of it's closure.

Another tragic victim of lack of funding.

Central Supply

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Waiting Area

Watch the video as HODR Volunteer gives a tour of the hospital as it closes it's doors.
The hospital's medical staff were all volunteers.

Elos- Best Danm Local Volunteer ever.

Miss you!!

(Together we made a great team, I am proud to have worked with you, Elos)