31 July 2009
A few weeks ago, my husband and I attended a happy hour with some friends of mine from work. It was just a restaurant/bar on a Friday night, and we hung out for a while.
The evening was winding down and people had started leaving. M and I had scheduled a "date night" for that Friday night (but wound up scratching dinner for the happy hour - cuz booze for dinner makes the whole day better!)
So before we left the happy hour, we agreed the trip to the grocery store was still on. So I pulled out some scrap paper and a pen and we started making the two week list. Talking about dinners and what's going on, and making the grocery list as we went along.
Now, more than a month later, my friends won't let me live it down. Especially for doing that at HAPPY HOUR - *gasp* of all places! Whatever. Leave me alone.
It works for M and I... what's wrong with that? I guess they're all just jealous cuz they're single and eat whatever fast food has the shortest drive thru lineup as they're passing by.
30 July 2009
Here are the few I came up with. If you've got any suggestions, let me know...
1) The Trashman. Always something new... every day. Job security. And the occasional free couch.
picture from here
I realize that not all families can afford school supplies, especially in this economy. But come on... don't MAKE me donate.
It's not really a "goodwill gesture" if you FORCE it upon me. Blah. I didn't wear jeans today.
29 July 2009
28 July 2009
Two nights ago, it was about a friend of mine divorcing and leaving her husband. Their one year anniversary is this weekend. Strange, huh? I'm not telling my friend for fear she might shun me for dreaming that.
Last night, the dream fairy surprised me with a war dream. I'm a girl... I don't have war dreams. I've never been in a war, never shot a gun, why would I dream about war?
So anyway... the dream was about my house being booby trapped. (That's what I said, bootie trap.) There were these little glass balls filled with an explosive substance. When you moved them, they blew up. Well, the sneaky people who booby trapped my house always made a pile of toilet paper on the floor and put one of those bombs on top of the pile.
24 July 2009
1. Thinnerware - seen here.
2. Awkward Family Photos - seen here. (Websensed at work, but hilarious stuff.)
3. Xtremely Tropical - seen here.
4. ETCHamac - seen here.
5. Tastebook - seen here.
6. The banana, of course - seen here.
7. Fresh Blend Media - seen here.
8. Wonderful World News - seen here.
And of course the traditional raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. More favorite things to come in the future. Maybe a Friday Favorites post?
23 July 2009
My favorite Italian restaurant is in the "armpit of America" - Buffalo, NY. Looks something like this:
They have freshbaked bread (literally from the oven to your table) and the pasta is 100% homemade - same day. But beware, La Bella Sicilia only accepts cash.
Now, if only I was going to the Buffalo Airport...
22 July 2009
photo from here
Paradise - I know you're jealous of the flesh-colored walls.
21 July 2009
When we came home from Jamaica last year, I was sick for a week. Completely sick. Alright, so that must have been from the melted ice in my fruity umbrella drinks. Maybe I should have listened when they said brush your teeth with bottled water.
But this time, we were in Florida. Just Florida... and I feel like poo. I'm exhausted. No... exhausted doesn't even describe how I feel. I went to bed last night at 8:30pm. I slept until 6:00 this morning. That's ridiculous! And I could go to bed right now and not wake up until morning.
I don't like being back at work, but I certainly don't like being back at work feeling crappy. It makes the day drag on.
And trust me, these days don't need to last any longer than they already do.
20 July 2009
09 July 2009
I wasn't too excited about going to the concert last night, however when we got there, I realized my husband is a "people watcher" - much like myself. This now opens a whole new door of opportunities for us. The bad part is... he's a BAD people watcher. He does it quite obviously, however his quick witted one-liners more than make up for the fact that the so-called GiantWatermelonComingThrough just heard him comment about her size and wardrobe.
On other topics... we're cashing in our change jug tonight. We've been saving change for two years and it's finally time to cash it in and see what we can save. Hopefully it's a couple hundred bucks... then we'll be RICH!
Cuz tomorrow's the big day before vacation. Packing tonight and heading straight out of this hell hole tomorrow after work. A whole week with Mickey. Be still my heart.
Miss me. I'll be enjoying life outside of technology for a week. (We'll see how I last.)
01 July 2009
The show's called Dance Your Ass Off (I didn't know they could say @$$ on tv... but whatever) and it's on the Oxygen channel.
I randomly came across it last night for the first week's results show. Think a combo of Dancing With The Stars and The Biggest Loser. Here's a pic from last night's show:
If nothing else, it makes me wanna shake it like those women did last night, I don't know what would. To wiggle my butt just standing still - amazing. And some of them did the splits!!