basketball, cockroaches, and a six month old meatloaf = my weekend

every friday night i go to my little brother's basketball game because i'm a good big sister.  this past friday, his teams lost by one single point, so it was a hard loss, but we all got over it in about 5 minutes.  partially because i was exhausted after his game and needed to respond to some work emails and partially because i'm just a lame ass, i headed home after his game.  i walked in my house to find this 3 inch long SATAN DEMON HELPER:

{after using half a can of scrubbing bubbles shower cleaner, i think i killed it.}

saturday night, my little brother and i went to the houston rockets basketball game with quasi-bf.  the rockets played the bulls and they lost and i cried but we still had a really good time and i think i got over that loss in 5 minutes, too.  i mainly had a really good time staring at other people.  i don't even try to hide the fact that i'm staring either.  seriously, large sporting events and gatherings are the best place to people watch.  it's kind of like airports, but even better because everyone's drinking so their true colors shine through.  drinking really brings out the stupid in people.  what i realized through my hours of people watching is that there are some REALLY weird people in my city.  like really weird.  i mean, i guess i'm weird to some extent, but i think i at least "look" normal and try to hide it sometimes.  these people didn't even try to hide their weirdness; they just let it all hang out.

the night consisted of the fifty year old drunk guy behind us telling my little brother at least twice a quarter how much he looked like "the werewolf dog kid from twilight."  to which i'd respond, "you watch twilight??  cool...?  me too."  he was obvi really cool in my book.  since i know y'all all like pictures, i'll show you one.

{little brother LOVED those noise maker things you'd bang together to distract the other team from making their free throws.  he loved them so much, he asked me if we could "sneak them out."  and i was all like "ummm, yeah, dude.  they're FREE."  and he said "no way!  that's awesome!!"  he's very easily entertained; i guess it's the little things in life...}

so after "sneaking out" the noice maker things, it was time to make our way home back through downtown.  this conversation took place on the way home, which happen to take three times the time it should have because quasi-bf insisted that "jazzy" - his bitch on his GPS - would get us around traffic and we'd get home faster... needless to say, she took us all over the effing city.  he says she senses when i'm in his car and does it just to piss me off.  anyways, we're all arguing over stats on one of the players, and i'm trying to tell them I'M right (because i am 98.9% of the time)...

quasi-bf: what's it like being perfect?

me: {smirking because he finally gets it} it feels good.  how does it feel to be a douchebag?

quasi-bf: stinky!  very very stinky!

little brother: y'all are seriously messed up...

we finally make it home, and i walk in and see THIS.  AGAIN!  SPAWN OF SATAN DEVIL HELPER BACK FROM THE DEAD!!

{it might have been a different one from friday night, but i swear they looked exactly the same.}

sunday was an absolutely gorgeous day.  finally.  we've needed something other than damp, cold rain.  my little bro stayed the night with me after the rockets game, so i had to drag him off my couch early sunday morning to meet my family at church.  after church i knew i had to take advantage of the nice weather.  i hadn't gone for a good run in forever because the weather's been so crappy and my asthma's worse in cold weather, so i decided today would be a good day to ease back into it a do a 6 mile.  i just got a new running belt to hold all of my shit in case of emergency, running shoes, and some cute running clothes, so i was ready to use them.  cute clothes and new shoes are the point of running, right?  exactly.  anyways, i decided i would warm-up for a mile with a walk/jog and take my little meatloaf.  she was so stoked and actually did pretty well on the leash.  minus the whole sniffing another dog's butthole.  this is my little meatloaf after our short mile warm-up.  she couldn't hack it with me, and i'm pretty sure i'm not going to make a running partner out of her.

* sidenote about the satanic cockroaches: i was so freaked out about seeing two devil helpers two nights in a row, i did some research to figure out what was making them come in my home.  i discovered that temperature and climate changes often make them (them = satan helpers) enter homes.  you can guaran-damn-tee i will be duct taping any crevices that they would be able to get in to and calling someone to spray using green chemicals, if they make such a thing.