I had an idea but it'll have to wait
I had this big plan to write this thought on the Muffin Doughnut Theory today. I got busy and didn't have time. So I have to wait until tomorrow....aren't you curious though......
This is me and my old school best friend Leslie. I'm in her wedding on September 25th. Do you think we look alike? She helped my take away my blogglessness today.
Cory just told me that I can add a comments section to my blog. I did it successfully! It was really easy actually. I thought it was going to require a lot of reading and instruction - alas it did not. Anyway...you are welcome to leave a comment. But just be nice.
I watched the movie Mystic River over the weekend. I got majorly loaded with my friends on Saturday night and ended up getting super paranoid. Eventually, after listening to story after story about their crazy college life, I went home and popped in Mystic River. For some reason I thought it was going to be a drama - possibly a period piece - like Cold Mountain. It wasn't. It was intense or what I often call, scary. I was not in the right frame of mind for this movie and I hate scary movies anyway. I turned it off, sealed it up, and was determined to send it back. Had I not been so paranoid I would have marched my ass down the street and immediately shoved the hideous thing in the mailbox. The next day though I caught up with Mario and he talked me out of sending it back. He said that I should really watch it because it's good in a wiggin kind of way. On Sunday,in the safety of my parents home, I finished the movie. It wasn't quite as tense as I'd remembered it to be on Saturday night but it was wiggin. I liked it. Sean Penn always plays such off the wall characters but I find my self strangely attracted to the man. Anyway I cried at the end - go figure. Moving on. I got another movie from Netflix the other day, Miracle. I was very excited about it when I put in the order. I had been wanting to see this movie since it was in the theaters however just after I ordered it my friend Courtney decided to sit on a plane and pretty much transcribe the whole damn thing on his site. (Site link in title - BTW) Thanks a lot Courtney! I'm watching it anyway. One more movie to go. I also watched Calendar Girls. I know the boys will roll their eyes and tell me I'm a chick flick geek. I am and I don't care. For the girls out there that dig a little chick flick every now and then - this movie was a winner. I thought it was cute and surprise surprise, I cried. It was kind of a "You Go Girl" movie set in ultra conservative England. I hope I can be that sexy and fun when I'm old, droopy, and wrinkly. And finally - I had dinner with my friend Carrie last night. She came over to see the newer renovations to my place. We drank too much, didn't eat enough, talked for hours, renewed our friendship vows, and I've decided I need to infuse more Carrie in to my life. She is one of the most
vibrant flowers in my garden of life. She's an apple I want in my basket. She's ..she's...she's...she's going to read this today so I'm trying to be as smoochy as possible. I'm done. Oh wait...I'm daring to wear the white jeans again today. I pray to the god of white stretch denim that I do not spill a colored matter on to my newly dry cleaned pantaloons. Ok bye.
Testing again ...sorry. This is my home webcam taking pictures...I didn't know it could do this...pretty neat. This is what I look like after two bottles of wine trying to figure out how to maximize the usage of my webcam.
Last night I went to Wolf Trap (website linked to title)to see Tom Jones with my Mom, my Aunt from North Dakota, and two cousins under 16. I was asked if I would go to this Tom Jones concert because my Dad was trying to back out gracefully. I agreed, knowing this would be good quality time for me to spend with my visiting family members. I agreed to go but I have to say I was highly skeptical. First of all I didn't even really know who Tom Jones was. My Mom kept trying to sing me his songs over the phone - but it totally embarrassed me and left me begging for her to stop! I also told everyone I know that was going to a GEORGE Jones concert...I was confused. We had seats on the lawn and Mom packed free-range noodles and asparagus from Whole Foods for us to eat before the show. We had wine - the works - it was great. Looking around the crowd I realized that there were all these 50+ year old woman with panties in their hands. YES they were
twirling panties in anticipation for Tom Jones to come on stage! Eventually Tom came out. Well...I finally realized that I had the wrong Genre....duh...this man was NOT George Jones and certainly not Country. AND the panty twirling got worse. One woman, with 15 pairs of panties strung on a big stick, was running up and down the isles - twirling away. It was madness. After a few recognizable songs Tom decided to take a break and chat with the audience. So this is where I think the story gets good.... Some girl about my age sling shot her panties up on to the stage, hitting Tom on the chest. He politely acknowledges her,
sniffs her panties, and goes in to this dialog about how he can "never remember a girls name but you never forget
this." (Another sniff) "THIS is like a fingerprint...". I think the description of the panty smelling went on for a few more minutes. I've got to say I was most embarrassed. Not at the thought of a 64 year old man loving the smell of a woman's panties. That doesn't surprise me a'tall. I think it was the fact that I was listening to this old bastard talk about smelling panty crotches while sitting next to my 10 year old cousin Cody who blushed when I asked him if he had a girlfriend earlier in the night, and my 15 year old(raised highly Christian) cousin Megan. Not to mention my Mom and my aunt were giggling like they'd just had THEIR panties sniffed on stage. My my my...it was an event to remember folks.
Today was the big Fathers Day tubing trip. We had a great day and I am so tired now I could collapse. But we've still got steak grilling and beer drinking to do! I must follow through with the entire itinerary. Whew..... but then I'll just pass out. We drove 45 minutes to Butts Tubes, in West Virginia. (Link is posted to the title of this blog. In theory you should be able to access the website by clicking the title....) We rode in a big bus to the drop-off spot where they left it up to us to put our tubes in the water. We went first class and rented the cooler-tube so that we could bring along a few beers. The moment we set our tube in the water the sky got really cloudy. The water was warm but when the breeze hit ya it was a tad chilly. (My toes are still cold.) I guess it's better then being 100 degrees and sun burned. Either way it's been a great day. And I'm going to sign off so I can peel shrimp, make a salad, finish my beer...and eventually take a nap. Adios.
First matter of business is that my guest book is on the most tippy top of my blog. I've had questions about it's whereabouts. It's free - so it's not quite as visible as I'd like it. But it'll just have to do!
I got a new template for my blog. I like it but it takrs all my entries and squishes them altogether. Now they look like big blog blobs. Sorry about that. When you change your template it takes out all the prior formatting. I'll try to write my entries with this in mind. Using terms like "and moving on" so you can figure out when I switch topics. And moving on...
Have you ever known anyone that was so saturated in their own self-induced misery that it was like they were suffocating themselves? It's sort of like Eeyore on Winnie The Pooh. It's the Eeyore phenomenon. I wonder why they do that anyway. AND FINALLY.
Have a great weekend. I'm going tubing with Dad and Robby. Maybe I'll have a picture or two to post when I'm done.
Ooo fun I can pick a title...I don't think I knew about that before..
This morning on the way to work I saw a really old man (we're talking like 82) riding a crotch rocket motorcycle. He was at a four way stop. It was a black speed demon and he was wearing a matching black helmet. The helmet was without a face piece thingy thus making it easy to spot his cute wrinkly face. He was hunched over and driving
very slowly. Both myself and the cab driver next to me were laughing hysterically. I desperately wanted to scream, "Go Gramps!" out of the window - but alas the moment was over before I could get myself together enough to roll down the window. ....the joys of life...
I am putting together this meeting in San Francisco in July. The meeting planners are a part of the "A-Team", which is compiled with all the Executive Assistant in the entire company. I was told on a conference call yesterday that I'll be expected to wear a fluorescent green vest with light reflectors on it throughout the meeting. The purpose of this is to be highly visible to confused attendees. Sort of like a hall monitor or a crossing guard. I'm upsettled (see word reference and origin in prior blogs) about this fashion no-no. I fear that this horrid green apparel is not going to compliment my newly purchased meeting attire. I think
not that a fluorescent green vest with light reflectors will go smashingly with my Ann Taylor mini skirt, teal sweater, and matching high heeled flip flops. Nor will it appropriately accent anyone else's outfit for that matter. Pray for me...
I get to be the first one to see Holly's engagement ring. Today - in one hour. I hope I'm allowed to take a picture so I can post it. I fear that this act may be considered "stealing ones thunder" but I'll try .... Either way I get to borrow the convertible while she's vacationing in Florida this week - so I shant be too upset.
I posted a guestbook. I am a very proud blogger for figuring out how to do this. Woo-hoo!
Reminder:
Have you planned your Fathers Day activity yet? If not you have 4 more days to do so...get on the ball! I'm taking my Dad tubing for the day. He doesn't know..it's a "mystery trip". Our family has a tradition of taking "mystery trips". When we were kids my parents would shove us all in a mini van and sweep us off to a childhood paradise. We would sometimes have to sit in the car for hours wondering where we were going, hoping it wasn't an orphanage. This is his pay back. An hour and a half drive to go tubing down the Potomac with a cooler full of beers....an adult paradise. Can't wait!
Check ya later...sign my guestbook.
Here is the Girls Night picture that I said I would attach in one of my earlier blogs. This was at my "breakfast bar party". Basically what this pictures shows is: A. How dumb I am for not taking it in front of the breakfast bar itself B. How
terrible my picture phone is at taking pictures C. How drunk I was to think this was a good plan at all. Regardless...behold....girls night..
I just love this picture so I thought I'd add it.
I just ate a lime flavored tootsie roll... I don't get it. ...yuck...
I told Holly about my eggs. The ones in my frige that insist on committing egg-a-cide. She quickly said "You're not putting them in the egg holder in the door are you? You know you're not supposed to use that. It's
pretend. It's only for looks." Well no - I didn't know that. After spending some quality time investigating it turns out that I was placing the egg carton in the compartment on the door where the BUTTER dish is supposed to go. Thus the reason the eggs were flying out. Ugh...butter-shmutter...whatever.
I just watched Eurotrip. It was kind of dumb but I enjoyed it. No...it was REALLY dumb and I enjoy it. It had lots of boobs in it...and it actually had lots of European peckers too. (This is
NOT why I enjoyed it though - just an observation.) I just wanted an evening to come home, pop in a few movies, to detox and relax. The movie made me giggle - I am satisfied - there you go.
Ray Charles died. I thought I saw Ray Charles playing in a casino in Las Vegas once. It turns out it was a very VERY good impersonater...
Did anyone hear about Courtney Cox's new baby? Coco? What?! I think I'm going to name my kid BOB or something really simple. Maybe HANK. Or even KIM (no, not Kim....) maybe ANN. Why do people in Hollywood name there kids with names they should be naming their two thousand dollar toy yorkies? Here's more...
http://entertainment.msn.com/celebs/article.aspx?news=158596
I'm bored with myself today and going to bed. I think I'm fucking crabby...
Loves.
So a few things....
First of all I bought a pair of white jeans. Yes, they are in this year so that's ok. I chose to wear them today. The day of President Regan's funeral. I'm starting to feel that it's
slightly disrespectful. I am not attending any of the memorial services or anything - but for some reason I feel a little bad about it. Maybe it's because here in DC it's all anyone is talking about.
So I walk my white jeaned ass to the coffee shop on the corner to get coffee for myself, and spilled a whole cup of coffee on the floor. A whole entire cup. NOT SPILLING ONE DROP ON MY WHITE PANTS! It's got to be a sign...but I'm not sure of what yet.
My breakfast bar is finally finished. Last night I had a breakfast bar party with the girls. (I will attach picture later.) It was fun...too much wine..but it was fun. And I even COOKED for it. Most of my friends know that I DO NOT cook. I can't do it well and I hate doing it at all. However, I successfully made 3 salads & pink lemonade (you may not consider this lemonade mixing "cooking" but it takes preparation and that is definitely "cooking" in my book.). Just for this event -Wednesday night I slaved over a hot stove and boiled pasta for the pasta salad and studied my recipes to create all the other salads. All the girls said they liked them so I guess they were good. Either that or they are flat out lying which really wouldn't surprise me either.
My refrigerator throws eggs at me. Yes, it really does. I have never dropped an egg in my
life but since I bought my condo I have had TWO cartons of eggs fly out of the refrigerator, and on to the floor. The damn thing may be possessed, it may be defective, or it may just hate me. I don't know...but it throws eggs at me.
The Last Samurai is my new favorite movie. I was sad, mad, happy and
moved during that movie. It was great! I am not even attracted to what's his face...um....damit...
Tom Cruise...but I loved it. (I thought the head Samurai dude was hot though.)
Big C is driving up from South Carolina to do an estimate in Richmond. He said I'm worth the 2 hours of extra driving to come up and make Friday night happy hour. I'm all smiles today....
I TOTALLY just walked in on my cat pissing on my closet floor. I am so pissed. Do you think she's getting back at me for something? We've been in this wet food war lately. Maybe this is her way of getting back at me for not giving in to her hysterics. I wonder if she pees all over when I'm at work??? I'm very upset.
Ok good it worked....sheesh!
Ok I am trying this picture shit one more time!
Well I'm in NC visiting an old friend from junior high. The weather was better down here then it was at home I hear. My girlfriend is quite pregnant, quite Christian (I'm leaving for church in 50 minutes) and as I am sure you can imagine neither her or her husband drink or smoke. So I have reduced my consumption of alcohol (one six pack on Friday and one bottle of wine last night), cut back on bad words, and prayed before every meal. In spite of these slight changes I have had a great and relaxing weekend. Yesterday Kathryn and I went to the mall where I spent too much money and got our nails (mani/pedi) done. Then we went to dinner and a movie last night while Kobe, her 2 year old, sat at home with the babysitter. It was fun. We saw Raising Helen, the one with Kate Hudson that just came out. Yea, it made me want to sell my condo, move to NC, have babies and go to church on Sundays. It was either the movie or something in the water here. (I've started drinking orange juice instead.)
I just got my tickets to San Fran. I'm going in July for work and seeing a bunch of old friends from CA.
I can't wait!!!! 7/9-7/20 in San Fran baby!
