Happy New Year!
Happy New Year (almost)! I hope you have a safe and happy 2005. I plan to have a better New Years celebration then I have for the last two years and I'm hoping for a fun and exciting 2005 filled with good decisions, new challenges, and less drama!
no post for you
A fat day. 1 new zit on right (your left) cheek. Toothpast currently applied. :(
Why am I at work?
Final Final Christmas card count: 18. I had 3 come in on Monday and then my sister reminded me for the four hundred and tenth time that she also gave me a card that I hadn't been counting. Yes, and it was hand delivered. Why you ask? Because she lives locally. That and the envelope with which she inteded to put it in was in a chewed up ball,
thanks to her dogs, which made it difficult to mail. Thank you Kaycee, Chris and dumb little dogs.
This week has been the most pointless week of work that ever existed! I pretty much come in at 8:45, do 30 minutes of paperwork, and then sit there starring at the monitor. I blog, I surf the internet, talk on the phone, create things to keep me busy but really it's like ...why am I here? I'm mostly here because I don't want to take the paid time off and I don't have to work full days anyway. But still....
So I'm leaving here shortly to find a
Flapper costume. I'm going to a 1920s costume party on New Years Eve. I've never been a
Flapper before, well not in the
costume sense anyway, so this will be fun. I'm slightly concerned about freezing my butt off in the winter weather but "Beauty is Pain" as my mother has always said.
Ok ...no more boring blogging.
Recent Joys
I have nothing major to say today but I wanted to list out a few of my recent joys.
- Somebody Told Me - The Killers -- I can't stop listening to this song. I crank it up and dance like a freak to it. It's that kinda song (for me) that you just keep rewinding and replaying. I am sure at this rate I'll hate it in a week but for now it's like my own personal crack.
- North Face I just got a North Face sweatshirt. It was given to me by a friend. I have never owned any of this soft heaven like stuff before, but it's one of my new favorites. I don't understand how it can be so thin and yet so warm.
- Columbia Boots to battle the ice and snow of the winter. I normally don't pay this much for shoes but I've heard that the parking lot at my condo turns in to an ice lake in the winter. The stairwell in my building is also exposed to the weather so I thought I should be prepared. They are super warm, super comfortable, pretty darn cute, and worth the money.
- Dodgeball-I really can't say too much about this movie other then I am sorry I waited so long to see it because I nearly pee'd myself when I finally did. How hot is Vince Vaughn???
- www.dooce.com I know I've posted this before but I really do love it. Really. I do.
- Somewhere Only We Know - Keane This song reminds me of someone who's been on my mind lately. It's not a secret...it just nunya and I just don't want to tell you who it is. SO ha!
- Starbucks coffee - I know it's expensive, popular, and probably very common to most but since our office has moved it's been my new coffee spot. I really enjoy it and I'm not affraid to join the masses.
- My parents - call me crazy or call me a "grown up" but there's just something suddenly satisfying about being content to stay home and geek out with my parents on a weekend night. It's been a blast during this recent holiday to share a bottle of wine with my them and watch a good movie or laugh about old times. *sniffle*
Ok no more recent joys...
Chick Flick Like
Final Christmas card count: 14
Zit Count: ZERO BABY!
Had a chick-flick-like moment driving from point B to point C tonight. New hit song on the radio came on that I, like I am sure tons of "popular" music/radio fans, totally related to. Broadly relatable songs are the reason they call them "popular" after all, right? Don't care if you think that's gay. It was a chick flick like moment for me. Stop rolling your eyes, damit. To make a more vivid picture of my chicky moment I was singing loudly & drinking Starbucks, at a stop light (In my new socks..
below).
"Right To Be Wrong"
I've got a right to be wrong
My mistakes will make me strong
I'm stepping out into the great unknown
I'm feeling wings though I've never flown
I've got a mind of my own
I'm flesh and blood to the bone
I'm not made of stone
Got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone
I've got a right to be wrong
I've been held down too long
I've got to break free
So I can finally breathe
I've got a right to be wrong
Got to sing my own song
I might be singing out of key
But it sure feels good to me
Got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone
You're entitled to your opinion
But it's really my decision
I can't turn back I'm on a mission
If you care don't you dare blur my vision
Let me be all that I can be
Don't smother me with negativity
Whatever's out there waiting for me
I'm going to faced it willingly
Joss Stone
If by some chance you made it through all that I will tell you that I'm sad that my holiday weekend is over, but I realize I have another one to look forward to next weekend. I also have an out of town friend coming in on Wednesday. (Yipee!) Can't believe it's going to be 2005....I got to Virginia in 1998..thinkin' it might be time to move soon? We'll see. I don't exactly have a plan and I think Holly will deny my submitted request to vacate. In the mean time I'm looking forward to a decent 2005, meeting lots of normal people, and attending a shit load of weddings.
I went to another bridal shower today. This one was the old neighborhood crew that I grew up with in elementary school. I think I'm the 2nd oldest out of a humongous group of girls. Seemed like everyone there was engaged or married but me. What if I don't get married until I'm 40? I'll have to start borrowing people's kids for Christ sake.
See..new socks. Green stripes. Match sweater...you're lovin it, right? NEW.
Merry Christmas!! God I need a shower... I've been sitting around in sweat suits for 2 days and I feel all greasy and vegged out. Kinda nice actually. My make up is running, my breath is kickin, but I'm so relaxed and lazy. Talk about a spectacular weekend. I'm wearing the softest warmest clothes on the planet. All gifts from friends and family (Thank you!),. Much to my delight Santa also delivered more fun socks for me to share with the internet in 2005. Have a very safe rest of the weekend. Loves.
Holiday Fist Fight
Well
Chad, Dave and I attended another Christmas party last night. We're like a traveling Christmas party crew. We should start a business where you can actually rent us, and have your
very own holiday party drama! We'll show up to your holiday party in grubby clothes, carrying a 40 oz. of Hurricane, and really stir things up. If you want us to wear Santa hats it'll extra.
Last night's party was by far the best one I've been to this year. Why? Because it ended in the good ole' American Christmas fist fight! Oh yea..it was great....you know you wish you were there. We had lots of fun, booze, dancing and bruising. There's nothing like a drunken sucker punch to get your late night guests out of the house! HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!
Dude..check out my socks...
To Holly and Curt
So tonight at 6pm my best friend Holly is getting hitched to the BEST MAN ON THE PLANET EARTH (Ok…besides my Dad). It will just be the two of them at the wedding so last night I went over to her house to go over a few last minute details. First I saw the ring…it sparkles…it fits…it is a-a-a-amazing. Then we went over the “something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue” stuff. (Check, check, check, check.) I went through about five hundred and eighty two thousand dollars worth of loose change to find THE RIGHT good luck penny to put in her shoe during the ceremony. Then we drank the traditional bottle of wine and ate the traditional taco. Wait….ok ..those last two don’t really classify as “traditional” but we did do them. As I left (and I know I stayed too long but I couldn’t bring myself to leave) I gave her the biggest hug I could before forcing myself out of the house. I just can't believe the next time I lay my eyes on her she’ll be married. Married. Marrrried. Marrrrrrieeeedddd.
Mmmmarrriiiieedddddd.
eh hem...sorry....
Tonight at 6pm I’m going to sneak away from my holiday party to secretly toast to the following: tuna Casserole in the snow, rollerblades, Container Store closet organizers, Chardonnay in the BIG BOTTLE, sappy movies, the green sweat pants, Egyptian cotton sheets, our beach compound, #9-13 on the Broccoli Mix, the Sloth, the Alexandria Hospital emergency room, giraffe letter openers, kidney BEANS, your monkeys, glittery cards, frog cream and sugar sets, bikini’s on the worst fat days in life, lots of broken wine glasses, the Denver airport, untucked top sheets, and to hours of unknowingly dipping our hands in a bucket of acid all in the name of clean walls at the beach house. These are just a few of the things that I have shared with you (Holly) over the last four years of our amazing friendship and I look TOTALLY FORWARD to doing these things, and more, with
both of you until the end of time. (We can use the gloves if we have to do that acid thing again though.) I love you both. I do. And if it weren’t for the fear of my tears causing some sort of “short” in my beloved Microsoft ergonomic wireless natural multimedia keyboard I could make that list a hell of a lot longer. *Muah* *Muah*
(Holly this is what I should have said last night before I left. I just don’t think starting with Roses are Red and Violets are Blue got my creative juices flowing…..)
Go get em' girl!
Bad Dreams
Last night I had the
worst nightmares. The worst one was that an ex-boyfriends of mine slit the throat of another one of my ex-boyfriends, while he was sleeping next to me. It was so real and bloody I woke up sweating and sick. I’m still a little sick from it to be honest. I’m hoping that writing it down will make it go away....
please please please, God! Then I dreamt that I was 3 months pregnant, but kept forgetting, and would drink alcohol like it was going out of style. My third scary dream had something to do with my friend Carrie but I can’t remember what it was about – and I’m glad! Yuck. I usually get these graphic scary dreams when I’m stressed out. Not sure what I’m stressed out about. Maybe I just have negative juices flowing right now. I haven’t bought any of my Christmas gifts yet. Maybe that’s what I’m stressed out about? I don’t quite see how that can cause horror films in my sleep though. Holly and STC get hitched tomorrow afternoon and my friend Carrie just got engaged this weekend. All this love around me and my ex-boyfriends are killing each other in my sleep. Huh….
Little Party Meat Balls
This is me showing Chad and Dave my neato webcam (Thanks STC) on Saturday night. We all went to a Christmas party together. You might not be able to tell (ok maybe you can) but we're actually dressed pretty......
crappy. I forgot that the party was a dressy affair. Whoops!! Everyone else is wearing pressed pants and cocktail dresses while I'm lei'ed out in my Hawaiian bridal shower gear, Chad's wearing a sweatshirt and jeans (carrying a 40 oz. of Miller Light) and Dave's in his work clothes that are covered in paint and plaster. We didn't end up staying too long. We had to sneak out because Chad ate all the little party meat balls......
Snain
Today "the weather outside is frightful" as they say in that Christmas song that's been stuck in my head for the last 5 hours. It was
snaining. (Snow+rain=Snain) Like a total dummy I used my windshield wiper fluid, which instantly froze to my wind shield, while driving mindlessly through the
Springfield Interchange, a.k.a "mixing bowl". Driving that terrain is dangerous enough to kill you on a warm sunny day and is far worse in the treacherous
snaining season. The fear of death is only heightened when one has water globs frozen to ones windshield, but have no fear I made it through.
I sort of feel like I want to allow comments on my blog again. I've gotten lots of upset people telling me they don't like that it's not on there. I guess not only do they like to read my blog but they also like to read the comments. I haven't decided yet but I'm thinking about it. The thing is that when I write a blog that asks a question...it's impossible to get an answer if I've got no comments section. And I do have a question.
What is the proper disposal of pictures that you get sent of other people's children? For example -- I have pictures of my friend’s babies on the fridge and the kids aren't babies anymore. Can I throw them away after a while? What is the etiquette for that? I feel painfully terrible about throwing them out. Liz's daughter is going to be 7 in March and I still have her baby pictures all over the cotton pickin' place. And the Lord knows I love the Puckett family but I've got kid pictures of their 3 kids from birth to present day. Now that it's the Holidays -- I'm getting more updated ones and I'm worried I won't have space for them. Do I throw out the old ones? And if so -- why does it hurt so badly? And if I don't throw them out what the hell do I do with them? Huh....
My Ducks
Today is Holly's shower. Leslie, her other best friend, just flew in last night. We did a little hanging out to drink wine and make sure all our shower ducks are in a row. Leslie's ducks are so much more obidient then mine. I am up at the crack of dawn...ok so 9am....to go out and grab the last few things before I have to go pick up her, and her ducks. Hope I can stuff all my disobidient ducks in to my car & grab a bagel in less than an hour. Bonus for me though(!)....I thought when I woke up this morning it was 9:30am. Turns out...when I got out of the shower, dressed, and my hair dry...it was only 10 minutes to 9. Somebody's on my side today!!! Ok now stop distracting me I have to go do stuff!
To Comment or Not To Comment
Wow..so my 'Tweener' entry got lots of comments for some reason. I'm thinking of taking the comments off my blog, for a few reasons.
- I don't really blog for comments. I blog for the same reason I read blogs. TO ENTERTAIN MYSELF.
- I'm not using my blogger account as a Friendster social circle . While I LOVE my friends, and love that they read my blog, I talk to most of them via phone. The ones that I don't talk to on the phone can e-mail me.
- Lately I decided I don't always want know what other people's opinions are on my life, my blog, or my zits. Example: Anonymous said... Maybe it's AIDS.
- I'm not a fan of online bashing, fighting, or just being mean in general really. Example: Anonymous said...
Elizabeth,It was a joke you stupid bitch. I suggest you mind your business or I'll start dropping comments on your stupid blog too. Cunt. The Blog Raider - Today's comments kinda scared me and made me feel paranoid. And I curse from time to time but I hate the "C Words".
- And finally, my family reads this blog. Not just my parents, but my distant cousins as well, and they don't need to be tortured with the thought that my sudden break out of acne is AIDS!
So, without further delay, I bring you "Huh" without comments.
PS. Got home and had one Christmas card in the mail. It was a returned card that I'd sent out. 49 cards sent out. 7 have been gifted to me and 1 has been returned. Oh Molly where are you?
Can you see them? Can you see my sinuses?
Tweener
At this rate I’m going to have to start calling this my zit blog. Or maybe I should start a separate blog called 'The Zit Blog'…
Zit Update: The cheek zit has done what I feared. It has entered some sort of zit warp zone, but this just in…a new zit formed in what seemed like a matter of moments. It has graced my face with its presence in the worst spot of all. I’ve got an inbetweener or “tweener” as Holly called it. Yes, it’s smack dab in the middle of my two pretty brown eyes – a “tweener”. I’m growling right now you just can’t hear me…
Paper cut update: Paper cuts are gone. Paper gouge is now a thin scab the circumference of a pea.
Christmas Card Update: Zero cards in yesterday. That brings us to 49 cards sent out and only 7 in. Huh……
I woke up today with a dry throat, sore tonsils, and a feeling of an oncoming bloody nose. Now I’ve never actually
had a bloody nose but I really feel like what I experienced today may have been similar to the prebloody nose feeling. This sinus thing always happens to me this time of year. You know when it’s dry and cold outside and the heating vents are blasting hot air up my nose. If I look in the mirror and tilt my head back to look up my left (your right) nostril, my poor sinus is the size of a garbanzo bean, and it’s all shiny and bright red. (That IS my sinus right?) I think it’s wind burned. I want to squirt water up my nose or lube the inside of my head with Vaseline and KY Jelly. Don’t laugh dude…it sounds gross but it HURTS.
Frostbite Blue
Paper cut Update: 2 paper SLICES and 1 paper GOUGE. (
Note to self: Do not use hand sanitizer when you have a paper GOUGE.)
Zit update: It looks like the zit on my cheek is remaining small and unchanged. I’m almost ready to give Lizzy credit for the toothpaste therapy suggestion, however, my new fear is that I’ve forced this zit in to some sort of zit-warp zone....
not to be confused with warp zit-zone. My concern is what if it stays here, locked in to my pore, for all eternity? What will your precious toothpaste do for me then? Huh, Liz? Huh?
Christmas Card Update: Got 3 more yesterday. That brings me up to 7, I think. 7 down and 42 to go!
Last night I got jolly (“jolly” is like “jiggy” but you can
really only get away with it during the holiday months) at a company Christmas party. It was great food, great company, and a great way to spend quality time with my Mom. Post-party, Mom and I hustled over to Vermillion, a local watering hole, to celebrate Johnny C’s 32nd birthday. We nearly closed down the bar (ok not really but I haven’t been to a bar in so long that it was close enough for me!) and participated in not one, not two, but THREE birthday toasts. Today I feel a little on the jollyfied side of things and sleepy….
... but sleepy was not an issue standing in my
cold shower at 7am today. For some reason the hot water wasn’t working so I forced my sleepy naked body in to a freezing shower. While it helped get my eyes open it didn’t exactly make me want to forge out in to the 25-degree morning weather. Nevertheless, before hypothermia set in, rushed through my shower and dried my goose pimply body off as fast as humanly possible. I then darted in to my room and clicked on the hair dryer, frantically waving it about, in an attempt to bring on instant heat. It is bad enough that my skin gets so pale you can see through it in the winter -- I can not afford to turn Frostbite Blue. I pray to the Shower Gods for warm water tomorrow.
Holiday Insanity
Zit Update: Zit on left (your right) cheek has remained unchanged, for the most part. It does hurt less which is a nice start. I am hoping the early toothpaste treatment I performed last night, and will perform
every night until this b*&$ch is gone, will work.
Christmas Card Update: I got two more cards in the mail yesterday. BOTH with pictures which is an added bonus. Cards sent out 49. Cards received 4.
It’s been one of those weeks for me where I can’t keep the day of the week straight. I know it’s because I have so much going on both at work and after work. My week it littered with holiday parties, business meetings, corporate gifts, birthdays, happy hours, and Holly’s upcoming bridal shower on Saturday. I feel INSANE! I have a major case of CRS. (Can’t Remember Shit) I’m trying to keep lists…but for some reason I can’t prioritize all the stuff I have to do. The timing of how it all comes together is
ESSENTIAL. I think I’m beginning to panic. I hope I get some Christmas cards in the mail to
neutralize my holiday insanity.
Of course it doesn't help that I have to drive back out to Bethesda to pick up the party favors for the bridal shower. (About an hour and 15 round trip.) Maddy and I made sea shell tree ornaments to give to each of the shower guests. I must have been so overwhelmed with my arranged marriage to Maddy's Uncle Bill that I left them at her house. I wouldn't be surprised if Littel Miss Ballerina has hot glue gunned all my glittery sea shells to her sequined dress, and is dancing around the kitchen to her Swan Pricess CD. My mission to resue the glittery shells needs to take place sooner rather then later.
Happy 32nd Birthday to Johnny C!!! XO XO
Baby Sitting Loot...and more
Zit update: Zit on bottom right (your left) chin – gone. New zit, deep and painful, forming on left (your right) cheek. I’m performing early toothpaste treatment to it at nights in hopes that it will shrink in my sleep.
Cold Sore update: GONER!
Christmas card update: Sent out 49 Christmas cards and have received 2.
TWO.
I made some serious cash this weekend babysitting. Not only did I m make $135 buckaroos but I was also offered Uncle Bill. Maddy, my four-year-old friend,
graciously offered me her Uncle Bill’s hand in marriage this weekend. I had to promise that I’d “love him more then I love myself”, of course. I can’t thank Maddy enough for this generous offer. I haven’t met Uncle Bill yet but I’m sure he’s a real catch. On top of
that good news Maddy also told me that when I have babies she’ll gladly baby-sit them for me. Lucky for me she said that
by the time I have babies she’ll be a grandmother, so I won’t have to pay her or anything. I think I cried a little bit.
Today I wore my reindeer socks to work. Yes, reindeer socks, and as an added bonus they have bells on them. I thought it was a cute idea, loaded with lots of holiday spirit, but I fear I’ve irritated a few coworkers. No one really asked me what the jingling was…but I was getting really strange looks.
El-Broke-O
Zit update: Slowly fading but I’m now able to contain it under a thin layer of concealer.
Cold Sore update: Painful & ugly with bright white blob of prescription ($26 dollar) medicine on top. This thing is sucking my will to live.
Christmas Card update: Done!
Last year I had about 4
2 people on my Christmas card list. This year I felt I could take a few people off. Not that I don’t like them any more (ok maybe some of them I don’t) but I either don’t ever get a card from them, or the only time I even communicate with them is through Christmas cards, and so I didn’t think it would hurt to highlight and delete them off my excel spreadsheet.
Scrooge? No!
Yo es el-broke-O. Due to the high balance on my Master Card, and the recently implemented
JB, I am having a hard time coming up with money to buy my family Christmas gifts this year. Even though I’ve scheduled a few baby-sitting jobs this month to help my pathetic situation I figured I’d save a few dollars in cutting the list down as well. Well there goes my $2.59 of savings because somehow I ended up sending out 4
9 cards!
Picture this
Me.
Me in baggy plaid comfy pants (oversized), new slippers with martini design, black long sleeve t-shirt (oversized), red stripped knee socks & glasses. Got it? Ok now add one zit, bottom right (your left) chin, with wad of toothpaste covering it. Now keep that vision and let me tell you that I JUST BOUGHT Crest Whitening PLUS scope so it’s BRIGHT BLUE toothpaste. Now add cold sore, on lower lip, with goop on it. Hot huh?
It gets better….
Now add hairy legs because I haven’t shaved in two weeks so that I could partake in the following….
I decided to experiment with body wax in the privacy of my own home. I have never had anything waxed, except my eyebrows (ok maybe one other place that I shant say), and was curious if a home wax kit was one of life’s little secrets I’d not yet uncovered. I won’t get in to too much detail because as I mentioned above it was a private affair but I will leave you with these few bullet points of thought:
-Waxing does hurt
-Waxing hurts in some places more then others
-Wax is sticky
-Wax should be spread on skin in a THIN layer
-Wax really is sticky
-When waxing don’t try to get fancy unless you’re experienced
-Be prepared to wax yourself in the kitchen if that’s where you keep your microwave
-Removal of any remaining wax can be both painful and difficult
I'm not prepared to talk about any more on this topic..
Dog Sitting
This weekend I was dog/house sitting. I’ve decided that I don’t much like dogs. Evil? Maybe. I do like some dogs, but not all, so maybe I’m not really a dog hater. Mostly I just don’t like the responsibility that comes with a dog. This dog, Gatsby, is very cute but only 6 months old and slightly irritating. He wants what he wants and he wants it now. Saturday morning he came to me with my new slipper in his mouth refusing to give it back unless I took him for his morning walk. Not after my shower, no. Not after a cup of coffee, no. Then. Right then. And he was going to eat the trash, chew on my suitcase, and suddenly not remember what “NO!” meant until I took him. For the life of my new white terrycloth slippers, decorated with with tiny martini glasses, I gave in.
Deannie and Dean have two dogs (Ralphy & Casey) and I love to dog-sit for them. Why? Because Ralph and Casey come with an acre and a half of fenced in land. All I have to do is lay on the couch in my sweat pants, drink wine, and watch DVDs. They come and go as they please stopping by the couch for a pat on the head when they feel like it. So long as they have food, clean water, and a warm body to sleep next to they’re happy as clams!
My opinion: Cats are better.
My solution: Take weekend puppy to run around on Deannie and Deans fenced in acre and a half -- while I sit around and drink beers with Deannie.
I told Holly that I was hand making her bridal shower invitations as an expression of love (Ok I didn't really say that but I wanted to do something special and keep my mind busy for a while). So off I set, thinking "No Problem!" to create these cute little invites to send out. I dreamt about the design, hand picked the colors, textures, ribbons, tiny flowers, yada, yada. I had no idea I would be come so undeniably attached to each and every one of these cards. It's like I gave birth to perfect, glittery, pink, card stock invites. They are each uniquely different. Some have pink ribbons, some have hearts, bows, flowers, etc. I have to give my little card babies up -- all 25 of them and I'm devastated. For the love of Holly I will send these puppies out -- but I cannot lie I don't wanna.........
I attempted to post a link to one of my creations. This card was created early in the collection (Last night 10pm) -- before I started getting in to my advanced glue gun techniques (Today 9am)...I hope the link works.
Attention:
This blog is dedicated to my mattress-pad loving Mother. My all knowing, amazing, crystal ball reading Mother.
Once upon a time my mother complained about my bedding, or lack there of. I then
publicly mocked her theory of a mattress pad here, on my blog. I am saying it now.
Now! Loud and clear. I WAS WRONG, MOM! WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!
Tonight I came home from work and discovered that yes indeed I too needed a mattress pad. Why you ask? Let me tell ya -- BECAUSE MY CAT BARFED ALL OVER MY BED. I know...I know.... you're thinking "She what?!" She BARFED.....B.A.R.F
.E.D. IN-MY-BED. The barf went through the sheet, through the next layer of sheet (Layer #2 = flannel sheet my Mother forced me to use in absence of an actual mattress pad) and on to my comfy-cozy, one of a kind, hand-me-down mattress. GROSS!
Gagging, I just kept peeling back layers and layers of bedding. Picking at the raw kitty puke with wads of Kleenex.
Ick-E! A sad lesson has been learned here today, people.
Note: Do Not Doubt Your Mother.
