But it was all worth it. Totally worth it. I LOVE NEW YORK! I know...I'm starting to sound pitiful...but really, have you been here? Seriously. You must come. Bump out that silly vacay to Disney and come here. Despite the $15 martinis it'll probably still be cheaper than the money trap that is Disney. And there's just as many queens. HA! See? That was funny right there.
So class was class. I'm learning stuff. Whatever. After class I came back here, fixed some stuff at work, checked email...waited for 7pm to come because that's when I was meeting Lee Ann and Javier to go to the tree lighting. Now Natasha and several other people had told me "go early...these things tend to be a zoo in NYC." But Lee Ann had class, so there was no going early. "How bad can it be?" I thought to myself. Well, self...you're about to find out.
While waiting I remembered that adorable little red sweater coat in the window up the street. That would be perfect for my holiday evening, right? And it was only $20. A steal! So I hoofed it out door and went in search of my new sweater love. I can't wait for you all to see it. It's brilliant, truly. I'll be wearing it all holiday season, so you're bound to see it. I hook up with my pals and we're off. To the SUBWAY! Cha-ching! I'm now participating in the mass transit system of NYC. I love it! It completes my NYC experience. Shopping? Check. Overly priced drinks? Check. Limo ride? Check. Gay waiters? check.check.check.check.and check. Good food? Check. Mass transit. Check. Witnessing man peeing onto the street while in a phone booth AND talking on the phone? Check. Touristy tree lighting with 100,000 people? Check! When we came up out of the subway it was a wall of people. A wall. We weren't sure which direction to go. Javier wisely asked a police officer which way to the big tree. "Turn around and go back home, you'll see it on television." Said with a super thick cliched New York accent, by the way. Smart ass cop.
So we ignore him and go to where we think the tree is. There are metal barriers everywhere...you can't cross the street anywhere, you have to walk blocks out of your way just to get where you need to go. A mess. and then the way they had these barricades set up it was like we were a herd of cattle being led to slaughter. And then there was no where to go. It just stopped. We could see the sign for Rockefeller Plaza...we could even hear the music. But we were around the corner from the action, so we couldn't see anything...no tree, no lights, no stage. But from a distance I heard Taylor Hicks...he sounded great! Very fun. Slowly but surely people gave up on the cattle herd and were turning back and we inched and inched and inched our way up until finally BAM! We were in! It only took 45 minutes but I could finally see 'the tree.' Javier is on the phone with his mother and Lee Ann and I hear him say "Yeah, I'm here, I'm looking at it, it looks like a tree." Okay. Give the woman a little something! She's living vicariously through your experience and your description is 'it looks like a tree??' LA and I were dying. "What? it does look like a tree" is his only response.
I could see the stage. And I got to hear Sting and John Legend and Martina McBride and Sarah McLaughlin and Christina Aguilara. It was so great. And then the there was a countdown and the tree was lit and it was gorgeous. I have pictures...I'll share them when I get home. I really haven't been taking too many pics this trip. I guess I'm so used to taking pictures of other people when we're on vacation.
We leave the tree lighting, grab some McDonald's and catch a bus...MORE mass transit, hoorah! We head off to Proof, this karaoke bar with $1 drafts. Score! It's like being at Flannery's. We submit our karaoke songs and we're on our way. It was fun...cheap drinks, fun friends...perfect.
But then...then karaoke DJ turned into karaoke nazi. He wouldn't let me sing Bobby because he doesn't like Janis. He wouldn't let me sing Hard to Handle because people sing it all the time. Finally I said 'just play whatever you want me to sing'...we settled on Marvin Gaye. And then this little diva boy band wanna be was begging...BEGGING to sing another song. It's over. Karaoke nazi said so. No song for you. Sit down. You're not even good. Finally after talking to everyone involved with the karaoke he is granted his wish. To sing. Wait for it. 'More than words.' You're kidding me, right? And this...this is when I officially fall in love with Javier. While boy band is trying and not succeeding at belting out this sickly love song from the 90's, Javier is baritoning at the top of his lungs right.over.top.of.him. OMG. No microphone and completely oversinging him. LA and I are cracking up. Cracking up. Great moment.
So now I'm back in bed and really awake due to the DC I had with my mickey d's. And I apparently didn't have enough beer to counteract it. I think I'm on NYC overload. It's been such a great trip. And tomorrow I pack. *sniff*
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Did I mention I love New York and I'm not coming home?
Yeah, it's so true. Seriously. SERIOUSLY.
So...I know you are all going to find this hard to believe, but I have actual, new, wonderful New York friends! Everyone say hello to Natasha!!!!! So here's the sitch...
After class I come back to the hotel...check in with the fam...have a glass of red...okay, you got me. Not a glass... a plastic cup. Oh don't you judge me! I'm staying in a hotel sans emenities for crap's sake. I have wi-fi - shut it. So anywho...I had a date with this fantabulous pair of patten leather mary jane's with a wedge heel ... and let me tell you...they were marvelous. BUT...they were also $128...and I can't spend that much money on a pair of shoes this close to Christmas. I CAN'T. Really. Can I? NO! Quit it...quit trying to justify it to me. Quit telling me that as much as I'll wear them they'll only cost pennies a day. Quit telling me how beautiful they'll be with that pair of pinstripe pants that are just.this.much.too.short to wear with my current heels. I can't buy them. Can't. So after that devastating blow I decide to go to Bryant Park for the holiday shopping.
It's kind of far from me...but I walk and catch up on calls...and get a pretzel...and then...then there was the rickshaw. Well, not really a rickshaw...but a guy with a bike and a trailer contraption. I had heard about these and thought I wanted to take a ride in one. At first I said no. But then...there he was at the stop light when I was standing there waiting. What was I supposed to do?? I had to jump in. Besides...better way to eat my pretzel. (which was yummy)
Bryant Park...shopping...ice skating. Nooo...not me...sillies...I'm not making a New York fool of myself! I was just watching the Smuckers stars on ice or some such shit....and shopping. Can't tell you what I bought...some of it is for Christmas. But then I had to pee. Sorry to drop it on you folks, but even I succumb to nature. So I walk all around Bryant Park...trying to figure out where I can go to the friggin bathroom. No porta-potties in NYC, peeps...I think they're afraid people will pull a George Michael on them. Whatever. So I walk all over looking for a restaurant or seriously a bush I can pee behind. Nothin. And then I see the Bryant Park Hotel. Hoity Toity as all get out, but I'm willing to try.
They have a bar downstairs called "The Cellar." Now it's not very big, it's a cozy joint. Little ottomon looking seats around low tables, very dark, candles lining the stairwell as you walk down. I order a French Martini thinking this will buy my way into the bathroom and hey...who doesn't need a cocktail while shopping??? I was expecting Chicago prices. $10 for a martini...not great, but hey it's the city, right? Wait for it...$15. Yeah, that's right. You heard me. $15 fucking dollars. For a DRINK. Are they serious? And the bartender with the overwaxed eyebrows didn't even bat an botoxed eyelash in my general direction asking for it either.
But this, this is where it gets good. Because this martini is the reason I met Natasha! She came in and sat down and asked me what I was drinking and the rest was history. She was there with her friend/former roommate Nader who was also fun. Nader is an IT consultant...Natasha has a history with IT...but now she makes jewelry. FANTASTIC jewelry. Why she didn't have a booth in Bryant Park is beyond me. She's every bit as good as they are!
Anyway...we get to talking and then we get into a cab and head off to some karaoke bar called Sing Sing run by some Asian people ( get it? Sing Sing?? Hilarious) to meet up with people who work with Nate...Ashley and Chris. Or Chris and Ashley... whichever. Anyway....we hop a cab and we're there and I sing and we have a total blast. TOTAL blast. New.best.friends. But this bar? There are private rooms. That you can rent. To have your own little private karaoke night. Ummmmm, what? It's crazy I say!
So now it's late...Natasha shared a cab part way home with me and there's a 24 hour burger place across the street that will probably give me botulism, but damn that was a good cheeseburger and cheese fries!
So now I'm off to bed and I still love New York. What are you guys doing?
So...I know you are all going to find this hard to believe, but I have actual, new, wonderful New York friends! Everyone say hello to Natasha!!!!! So here's the sitch...
After class I come back to the hotel...check in with the fam...have a glass of red...okay, you got me. Not a glass... a plastic cup. Oh don't you judge me! I'm staying in a hotel sans emenities for crap's sake. I have wi-fi - shut it. So anywho...I had a date with this fantabulous pair of patten leather mary jane's with a wedge heel ... and let me tell you...they were marvelous. BUT...they were also $128...and I can't spend that much money on a pair of shoes this close to Christmas. I CAN'T. Really. Can I? NO! Quit it...quit trying to justify it to me. Quit telling me that as much as I'll wear them they'll only cost pennies a day. Quit telling me how beautiful they'll be with that pair of pinstripe pants that are just.this.much.too.short to wear with my current heels. I can't buy them. Can't. So after that devastating blow I decide to go to Bryant Park for the holiday shopping.
It's kind of far from me...but I walk and catch up on calls...and get a pretzel...and then...then there was the rickshaw. Well, not really a rickshaw...but a guy with a bike and a trailer contraption. I had heard about these and thought I wanted to take a ride in one. At first I said no. But then...there he was at the stop light when I was standing there waiting. What was I supposed to do?? I had to jump in. Besides...better way to eat my pretzel. (which was yummy)
Bryant Park...shopping...ice skating. Nooo...not me...sillies...I'm not making a New York fool of myself! I was just watching the Smuckers stars on ice or some such shit....and shopping. Can't tell you what I bought...some of it is for Christmas. But then I had to pee. Sorry to drop it on you folks, but even I succumb to nature. So I walk all around Bryant Park...trying to figure out where I can go to the friggin bathroom. No porta-potties in NYC, peeps...I think they're afraid people will pull a George Michael on them. Whatever. So I walk all over looking for a restaurant or seriously a bush I can pee behind. Nothin. And then I see the Bryant Park Hotel. Hoity Toity as all get out, but I'm willing to try.
They have a bar downstairs called "The Cellar." Now it's not very big, it's a cozy joint. Little ottomon looking seats around low tables, very dark, candles lining the stairwell as you walk down. I order a French Martini thinking this will buy my way into the bathroom and hey...who doesn't need a cocktail while shopping??? I was expecting Chicago prices. $10 for a martini...not great, but hey it's the city, right? Wait for it...$15. Yeah, that's right. You heard me. $15 fucking dollars. For a DRINK. Are they serious? And the bartender with the overwaxed eyebrows didn't even bat an botoxed eyelash in my general direction asking for it either.
But this, this is where it gets good. Because this martini is the reason I met Natasha! She came in and sat down and asked me what I was drinking and the rest was history. She was there with her friend/former roommate Nader who was also fun. Nader is an IT consultant...Natasha has a history with IT...but now she makes jewelry. FANTASTIC jewelry. Why she didn't have a booth in Bryant Park is beyond me. She's every bit as good as they are!
Anyway...we get to talking and then we get into a cab and head off to some karaoke bar called Sing Sing run by some Asian people ( get it? Sing Sing?? Hilarious) to meet up with people who work with Nate...Ashley and Chris. Or Chris and Ashley... whichever. Anyway....we hop a cab and we're there and I sing and we have a total blast. TOTAL blast. New.best.friends. But this bar? There are private rooms. That you can rent. To have your own little private karaoke night. Ummmmm, what? It's crazy I say!
So now it's late...Natasha shared a cab part way home with me and there's a 24 hour burger place across the street that will probably give me botulism, but damn that was a good cheeseburger and cheese fries!
So now I'm off to bed and I still love New York. What are you guys doing?
Monday, November 27, 2006
LIVE from New York....
Hello there wonderful blogging family! Do I sound far away? Do I seem like I'm blogging with an accent? Well I should...because I'm all the way out here in NYC for a few days for training on our email firewall. It's very exciting, because much like Madonna I LOVE NEW YORK.
But first things friggin' last...
How was YOUR turkey day? Mine was fantabulous. Eating, visiting, more eating, walking, cards, eating, BOWLING. ooooooooo-rah! The bad news? Kev-head beat me in the series. Good news? I kicked everyone's ass in the third game. Yeah baby!
How about this unseasonably warm weather? I love this weather. We totally did major outdoor decorating this weekend. Got the house all Christmas-fied. It was beautiful out.
We're not even going to TALK about that Steelers game. It was painful. For Big Ben especially. Nine sacks? Nine times? I don't remember Ferris being sick nine times. That's because he wasn't sick Mrs. Bueller, he was skipping school. He's just leading you down the primrose path. I think someone's offensive line is sending someone a message. I'm looking at you, too, Rex...Mr. Shortypants...seriously. There will be no superbowl for the Bears this year kids, not behind Grossman. Believe whatever dilusion you want...but Brady showed you what a real quarterback, a three time superbowl winning quarterback does, and honey, you ain't even close.
So now we fast forward to today. Today I left for NYC. Today I'm playing on my laptop with my superfast wireless connection in my hotel room. But before I tell you that story, I have to tell you this one. I get off the plane and go to collect my luggage, which is there, thankfully, because I would have cried and cried had they lost my luggage. Five pairs of shoes, people. FIVE. I'm not seeing my house again until Sunday, so I had to pack heavy. Plus we're due for a weather change, and I don't know what to expect. So I get my luggage and go to investigate my options for getting from LGA to Manhattan. I can take a shuttle (I've done this before, they're crowded up little minivans that reek and the drivers are maniacs.) - this costs $20 and I have to wait 30 minutes, if I can catch the next one, because there are so many people waiting. Or I can stand in the taxi line - I'll have to wait almost an hour and it will cost $30-$35. While I'm walking to the end of the taxi line there's a man trying to get people to take his limo. He must see the completely devastated look on my face due to the taxi line, because he quickly approaches..."Going to Manhattan?" yes. "Where to?" 7th & 23rd. "$40." Really? That's only a little bit more than a cab and there's no wait. NO WAIT. I'm in. So are two other businessmen. Lovely. And I have my own personal limo at my beck and call should I want it. HA. He gave me his card and said, "Now you can call me if you need me and you have a friend in NYC." Of course I do!
I love New York. I have walked all over Chelsea tonight. I had some fantastic thai food. Walked through two different wine cellars, read the menus on a dozen different restaurants. I have scouted where I'm getting my morning coffee/diet coke. I know where my convention center is for class. I know where I'm buying this lovely mid-thigh length hooded red sweater for $19.99. I know I'm going to Bryant Park for the holiday shopping. (Plus it's where they hold Fashion Week...OLYMPUS FASHION WEEK, people. I must be in this park for awhile...I'm a slave to Project Runway.)
I befriended some gay waiters in the thai food place - big shocker there. I love it here. Seriously, Kevin...sell the house, cash in the IRA's - pack up the kids and by the time you get here I'll find a box for us to live in.
More from New York to come. I know Lee Ann (Julie's cousin) and I have plans to go to the tree lighting at Rockefeller Center on Wednesday and 80's karaoke night. Good times!
But first things friggin' last...
How was YOUR turkey day? Mine was fantabulous. Eating, visiting, more eating, walking, cards, eating, BOWLING. ooooooooo-rah! The bad news? Kev-head beat me in the series. Good news? I kicked everyone's ass in the third game. Yeah baby!
How about this unseasonably warm weather? I love this weather. We totally did major outdoor decorating this weekend. Got the house all Christmas-fied. It was beautiful out.
We're not even going to TALK about that Steelers game. It was painful. For Big Ben especially. Nine sacks? Nine times? I don't remember Ferris being sick nine times. That's because he wasn't sick Mrs. Bueller, he was skipping school. He's just leading you down the primrose path. I think someone's offensive line is sending someone a message. I'm looking at you, too, Rex...Mr. Shortypants...seriously. There will be no superbowl for the Bears this year kids, not behind Grossman. Believe whatever dilusion you want...but Brady showed you what a real quarterback, a three time superbowl winning quarterback does, and honey, you ain't even close.
So now we fast forward to today. Today I left for NYC. Today I'm playing on my laptop with my superfast wireless connection in my hotel room. But before I tell you that story, I have to tell you this one. I get off the plane and go to collect my luggage, which is there, thankfully, because I would have cried and cried had they lost my luggage. Five pairs of shoes, people. FIVE. I'm not seeing my house again until Sunday, so I had to pack heavy. Plus we're due for a weather change, and I don't know what to expect. So I get my luggage and go to investigate my options for getting from LGA to Manhattan. I can take a shuttle (I've done this before, they're crowded up little minivans that reek and the drivers are maniacs.) - this costs $20 and I have to wait 30 minutes, if I can catch the next one, because there are so many people waiting. Or I can stand in the taxi line - I'll have to wait almost an hour and it will cost $30-$35. While I'm walking to the end of the taxi line there's a man trying to get people to take his limo. He must see the completely devastated look on my face due to the taxi line, because he quickly approaches..."Going to Manhattan?" yes. "Where to?" 7th & 23rd. "$40." Really? That's only a little bit more than a cab and there's no wait. NO WAIT. I'm in. So are two other businessmen. Lovely. And I have my own personal limo at my beck and call should I want it. HA. He gave me his card and said, "Now you can call me if you need me and you have a friend in NYC." Of course I do!
I love New York. I have walked all over Chelsea tonight. I had some fantastic thai food. Walked through two different wine cellars, read the menus on a dozen different restaurants. I have scouted where I'm getting my morning coffee/diet coke. I know where my convention center is for class. I know where I'm buying this lovely mid-thigh length hooded red sweater for $19.99. I know I'm going to Bryant Park for the holiday shopping. (Plus it's where they hold Fashion Week...OLYMPUS FASHION WEEK, people. I must be in this park for awhile...I'm a slave to Project Runway.)
I befriended some gay waiters in the thai food place - big shocker there. I love it here. Seriously, Kevin...sell the house, cash in the IRA's - pack up the kids and by the time you get here I'll find a box for us to live in.
More from New York to come. I know Lee Ann (Julie's cousin) and I have plans to go to the tree lighting at Rockefeller Center on Wednesday and 80's karaoke night. Good times!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
What I'm thankful for...
Okay, it's that time of year...and my readership seems to be dwindling down to nothing, but here goes:
What I'm thankful for, 2006
* I'm thankful for my blog readers, especially the peeps that comment, because that makes it more interesting. But I'm thankful for the lurkers, too.
* I'm thankful for my new work laptop, and that I was able to connect to my office via the free wi-fi at Panera bread....where I also just so happened to pick up yummy lunch.
* I'm thankful for my new bowling ball and Steelers bowling bag.
* I'm thankful for all of my friends, even the moons (you know who you are)
* I'm thankful I have children who are so independent, they can get up, get themselves ready for school and not think it's weird that they haven't seen or heard me at all in the morning. So much so that when Alex comes to the door and says "I'm going out to the car, mom" - he has NO IDEA I'm still in BED because I incorrectly reset my alarm clock after my darling husband unplugged it because he didn't know how to turn it off.
*I'm thankful that I live in the boonies where speed limits are seemingly optional so I can race him to school on mornings like I previously mentioned.
* I'm thankful for muscle relaxers, anti-inflammatories and physical therapists (yes, even the sadistic ones) - for making my shoulder a better place.
* I'm thankful for Principessa, Dry Creek, Robert Mondavi and King Estate, for perpetually making wine that I love.
* But mostly? Mostly I'm thankful that I'm sitting at my desk at my job, where I receive a paycheck, writing a silly list of things I'm thankful for, because my life is truly blessed, and I have room to make jokes. I'm fortunate enough to have a loving happy, healthy family and I'm surrounded by friends whom I love.
Happy Thanksgiving, yo!
What I'm thankful for, 2006
* I'm thankful for my blog readers, especially the peeps that comment, because that makes it more interesting. But I'm thankful for the lurkers, too.
* I'm thankful for my new work laptop, and that I was able to connect to my office via the free wi-fi at Panera bread....where I also just so happened to pick up yummy lunch.
* I'm thankful for my new bowling ball and Steelers bowling bag.
* I'm thankful for all of my friends, even the moons (you know who you are)
* I'm thankful I have children who are so independent, they can get up, get themselves ready for school and not think it's weird that they haven't seen or heard me at all in the morning. So much so that when Alex comes to the door and says "I'm going out to the car, mom" - he has NO IDEA I'm still in BED because I incorrectly reset my alarm clock after my darling husband unplugged it because he didn't know how to turn it off.
*I'm thankful that I live in the boonies where speed limits are seemingly optional so I can race him to school on mornings like I previously mentioned.
* I'm thankful for muscle relaxers, anti-inflammatories and physical therapists (yes, even the sadistic ones) - for making my shoulder a better place.
* I'm thankful for Principessa, Dry Creek, Robert Mondavi and King Estate, for perpetually making wine that I love.
* But mostly? Mostly I'm thankful that I'm sitting at my desk at my job, where I receive a paycheck, writing a silly list of things I'm thankful for, because my life is truly blessed, and I have room to make jokes. I'm fortunate enough to have a loving happy, healthy family and I'm surrounded by friends whom I love.
Happy Thanksgiving, yo!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
It's been awhile...
First - I apologize to everyone for my extended absence. There are reasons, I assure you. One - I've been far too crabby for several reasons to even try to bring the funny. And two - I've had too much to say to know what to say.
But enough of my sissy girl whining! How are YOU? Eileen - I must apologize. I have had something here in a box to send to you for a couple of weeks now, and getting to the post office seems to be too difficult a task. It's coming, my sistah, I swear, no matter how ill-timed!
Everyone gearing up for my FAVORITE holiday of the year? Some of you lame-o's like Christmas for all the gifts and decorating and whatnot. Well you've got it wrong, my friends...Thanksgiving is where it's at! A holiday about FOOD, are you kidding me? Does it get any better? I think not. Oh sure, some of you could argue that it's a holiday about reflection and giving thanks (hence the name) but this, this is a holiday not tied to religion, not tied to Hallmark (even though they try and make it so) - it's tied to FOOD. Traditional food. Turkey and mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes and STUFFING - has bread EVER tasted so.damn.good??? My stomach is just grumbling thinking about it!
And this Thanksgiving is awesome because we're in Chesterton with my family this year which means TURKEY BOWLING!! Yes! I love bowling on Thanksgiving. It's brilliant. And it keeps with my bowling on Thursday night theme, so hopefully I won't be too off my game when I bowl with my team in 2 weeks.
AND the Steelers have won two weekends in a row babies! It's gotta be because I'm carrying my new Steelers bowling bag, which totally rocks.
Quick (maybe not so much) update:
The sock hop fiasco worked out better than I could have dreamed. Owen did slow dance with his not-girlfriend, and then got yelled at by her friends for putting his hand "too low." Brandon's girlfriend broke up with him by cussing him out on the dance floor for reasons that we do not know. Luke's girlfriend broke up with him because he's an unworthy boyfriend because he won't kiss her! The DRAMA of it all!!! I decided not to go, well, because I had $9,000 worth of popcorn to sort in my basement. But when I did show up and the boys acosted me with this information I looked at them all and simply said "Was it worth it?" They worried their little heads off about these fourth grade girls who are trying to be 16 year old girls and when all was said and done they decided it was the worst.sock.hop.ever. So I told them to start a new boys club, the kind that doesn't worry about girls. They seemed pretty happy about that.
So hopefully my laptop comes in today, kids, because I'm leaving on a jet plane Monday and won't see my house again until December 3rd. Four days in NYC - where I will get to see the lighting of the tree in Rockefeller Center. Bonus! Then off to Pittsburgh, PA for Grandma's 90th birthday and visiting with relatives. I haven't been 'home' since Easter, so I'm kind of excited to go back and visit with the fam.
Love you all like I would marry you.
But enough of my sissy girl whining! How are YOU? Eileen - I must apologize. I have had something here in a box to send to you for a couple of weeks now, and getting to the post office seems to be too difficult a task. It's coming, my sistah, I swear, no matter how ill-timed!
Everyone gearing up for my FAVORITE holiday of the year? Some of you lame-o's like Christmas for all the gifts and decorating and whatnot. Well you've got it wrong, my friends...Thanksgiving is where it's at! A holiday about FOOD, are you kidding me? Does it get any better? I think not. Oh sure, some of you could argue that it's a holiday about reflection and giving thanks (hence the name) but this, this is a holiday not tied to religion, not tied to Hallmark (even though they try and make it so) - it's tied to FOOD. Traditional food. Turkey and mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes and STUFFING - has bread EVER tasted so.damn.good??? My stomach is just grumbling thinking about it!
And this Thanksgiving is awesome because we're in Chesterton with my family this year which means TURKEY BOWLING!! Yes! I love bowling on Thanksgiving. It's brilliant. And it keeps with my bowling on Thursday night theme, so hopefully I won't be too off my game when I bowl with my team in 2 weeks.
AND the Steelers have won two weekends in a row babies! It's gotta be because I'm carrying my new Steelers bowling bag, which totally rocks.
Quick (maybe not so much) update:
The sock hop fiasco worked out better than I could have dreamed. Owen did slow dance with his not-girlfriend, and then got yelled at by her friends for putting his hand "too low." Brandon's girlfriend broke up with him by cussing him out on the dance floor for reasons that we do not know. Luke's girlfriend broke up with him because he's an unworthy boyfriend because he won't kiss her! The DRAMA of it all!!! I decided not to go, well, because I had $9,000 worth of popcorn to sort in my basement. But when I did show up and the boys acosted me with this information I looked at them all and simply said "Was it worth it?" They worried their little heads off about these fourth grade girls who are trying to be 16 year old girls and when all was said and done they decided it was the worst.sock.hop.ever. So I told them to start a new boys club, the kind that doesn't worry about girls. They seemed pretty happy about that.
So hopefully my laptop comes in today, kids, because I'm leaving on a jet plane Monday and won't see my house again until December 3rd. Four days in NYC - where I will get to see the lighting of the tree in Rockefeller Center. Bonus! Then off to Pittsburgh, PA for Grandma's 90th birthday and visiting with relatives. I haven't been 'home' since Easter, so I'm kind of excited to go back and visit with the fam.
Love you all like I would marry you.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
'If I Did It, Here's How It Happened'
Are you kidding me? Are you fucking KIDDING me??? OJ has written a book, y'all, and he's on the interview circuit premoting it. It's really called "If I did it"... What's the sequel "Here's how the investigating team screwed up" - or is it "How I murdered two people and got away with it?" Holy mother - is he serious? I mean, first you murder two people, get acquitted in 'the trial of the century' and now you're going to put this family through further hell and write a book about a hypothetical situation where you might have been the killer??? I love our legal system, I do. I think it's gotten a bit perverse over the years, but overall I love it. But right now, this double jeopardy thing has got to go. There's gotta be a loophole, doesn't there? Something our forefathers wrote in there for instances like this??? Seriously?
I know most of my readership isn't reading due to a death in our blogging family's real-life family. So let's send good vibes (lurkers - this means you) to our blogging family in their days of sorrow. And also a shout-out to my lovely aunt recovering herself from medical procedures out in Mon Valley....the Steelers must have known you were hurtin' Carol - they won just for you on Sunday. ;)
Did you guys realize I'm old? OLD. Alex will be a FRESHMAN next year. in HIGH SCHOOL. Seriously. Can't handle it. We went to the open house at the local private high school and wowzers. Gotta say - it's impressive. I did a side by side comparison of the ISTEP scores for the last 5 years for my alma mater, Kevin's, Ben's, our local school and the private school...it's unbelievable. Sorry to say - Kev-head's is the worst. Way worse than North Newton, even. Yes it's going to cost us - and no, it wouldn't be easier just to move. Alex is excited. Coming out of an 8th grade class of 14 he was amazed by the size of the building!
Reading the new Barack Obama book - I'm only one chapter in, but I gotta tell ya - I love this man.
I know most of my readership isn't reading due to a death in our blogging family's real-life family. So let's send good vibes (lurkers - this means you) to our blogging family in their days of sorrow. And also a shout-out to my lovely aunt recovering herself from medical procedures out in Mon Valley....the Steelers must have known you were hurtin' Carol - they won just for you on Sunday. ;)
Did you guys realize I'm old? OLD. Alex will be a FRESHMAN next year. in HIGH SCHOOL. Seriously. Can't handle it. We went to the open house at the local private high school and wowzers. Gotta say - it's impressive. I did a side by side comparison of the ISTEP scores for the last 5 years for my alma mater, Kevin's, Ben's, our local school and the private school...it's unbelievable. Sorry to say - Kev-head's is the worst. Way worse than North Newton, even. Yes it's going to cost us - and no, it wouldn't be easier just to move. Alex is excited. Coming out of an 8th grade class of 14 he was amazed by the size of the building!
Reading the new Barack Obama book - I'm only one chapter in, but I gotta tell ya - I love this man.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Goodness gracious great balls of fire!
Well, the maiden voyage of my new ball is over, and I have to say, the results were pretty good. As long as we don't talk about the second game, I'm good. Let's just pretend that one didn't happen. They took too long to get me my pizza bread, I was distracted...I was tired. Whatever.
Game 1: 133, Game 3: 154. I was very happy. Had to sand down my thumb-hole - and I still have more of that to do, I think. It's a work in progress.
Next week? Pajama night. Going to be a fun one. ;)
I want to talk to you all now about something near and dear to my heart. A subject I almost can't talk about without welling up. Britney and K-Fed. Or as they're now calling him K-Fed-Ex....or sometimes just Fed-Ex. Seriously? This is NEWS? Ummmm, let's see. Backup dancer with pregnant girlfriend, LEAVES pregnant girlfriend who already has one of his children for backwoods hilljack gum-popping blonde with a great rack. THIS is a Jerry Springer episode, not something that should be taking up days worth of space on CNN. So now this jackass has procreated 4 times...4 TIMES people! My favorite part? They made that stupid show together, so there's all this footage of their "love." Can you imagine? Pick an ex, any ex - now picture yourself in a reality television show with that person. Now you break up and THAT stupid fucking drunk shit is out there for all eternity. Did any of you SEE that mess? You think drunk dialing is bad? Try drunk TV show. Something for the kiddies later on.
Ummmmm, I'm starving this morning. I drove last night so I didn't have many beers, which means there was no need for my Friday morning grease run to Mickey D's. Nothing better than a sausage biscuit with cheese and a fountain diet coke to get your motor runnin'. I guess my body is used to Friday morning breakfast, because I am dying right now for that biscuit! Whoops, my bad.
Okay bloggers - this is actually important. What? I wasted all that time on Brit & biscuits and I actually had something of substance to say? Here we go. Owen wants a girlfriend. Kevin and I have repeatedly told him that he's too young to have a girlfriend. What's the point? He's in the 4th friggin' grade! His friends have girlfriends. Why do you want a girlfriend? we ask him. So he has someone to slow dance with at the sock hop. Okay. First of all - why are there slow dances at at elementary school sock hop??? Someone please explain this to me. And these mothers of these girls think it's CUTE when their daughters have these "boyfriends" and WEAR THEIR FOOTBALL JERSEYS AT THE DANCE. Excuse me? What? So let me get this straight. You want this girl to be your girlfriend, so you can slow dance with her and she can wear your football jersey. Yeah, I paid $40 for that jersey and I don't know this girl and she's not wearing it and she's certainly not wearing it home BECAUSE YOU'RE IN THE 4TH FUCKING GRADE. So what mother's are letting their sons do this? Do they just not know?
Unbelievable.
Game 1: 133, Game 3: 154. I was very happy. Had to sand down my thumb-hole - and I still have more of that to do, I think. It's a work in progress.
Next week? Pajama night. Going to be a fun one. ;)
I want to talk to you all now about something near and dear to my heart. A subject I almost can't talk about without welling up. Britney and K-Fed. Or as they're now calling him K-Fed-Ex....or sometimes just Fed-Ex. Seriously? This is NEWS? Ummmm, let's see. Backup dancer with pregnant girlfriend, LEAVES pregnant girlfriend who already has one of his children for backwoods hilljack gum-popping blonde with a great rack. THIS is a Jerry Springer episode, not something that should be taking up days worth of space on CNN. So now this jackass has procreated 4 times...4 TIMES people! My favorite part? They made that stupid show together, so there's all this footage of their "love." Can you imagine? Pick an ex, any ex - now picture yourself in a reality television show with that person. Now you break up and THAT stupid fucking drunk shit is out there for all eternity. Did any of you SEE that mess? You think drunk dialing is bad? Try drunk TV show. Something for the kiddies later on.
Ummmmm, I'm starving this morning. I drove last night so I didn't have many beers, which means there was no need for my Friday morning grease run to Mickey D's. Nothing better than a sausage biscuit with cheese and a fountain diet coke to get your motor runnin'. I guess my body is used to Friday morning breakfast, because I am dying right now for that biscuit! Whoops, my bad.
Okay bloggers - this is actually important. What? I wasted all that time on Brit & biscuits and I actually had something of substance to say? Here we go. Owen wants a girlfriend. Kevin and I have repeatedly told him that he's too young to have a girlfriend. What's the point? He's in the 4th friggin' grade! His friends have girlfriends. Why do you want a girlfriend? we ask him. So he has someone to slow dance with at the sock hop. Okay. First of all - why are there slow dances at at elementary school sock hop??? Someone please explain this to me. And these mothers of these girls think it's CUTE when their daughters have these "boyfriends" and WEAR THEIR FOOTBALL JERSEYS AT THE DANCE. Excuse me? What? So let me get this straight. You want this girl to be your girlfriend, so you can slow dance with her and she can wear your football jersey. Yeah, I paid $40 for that jersey and I don't know this girl and she's not wearing it and she's certainly not wearing it home BECAUSE YOU'RE IN THE 4TH FUCKING GRADE. So what mother's are letting their sons do this? Do they just not know?
Unbelievable.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Houston - we have a ball!
It's Christmas! Seriously...I have a bowling ball! YEAH baby! Finally I made it to the pro shop when they were open and low and behold, they had a ball there just.for.me. Not too girly, really cool. And, as you may have guessed...I love it like I would marry it. It's going to sit VERY nicely inside my newly acquired Steelers bowling bag that Jimmer made fun of me for buying even though I didn't have a ball. Whatever. I do now. And tomorrow is bowling night. It's all coming together.
BRILLIANT.
BillSteveJimbo the pro shop guy was uber-nice, even if I'm pretty sure he thought I was strange.
"I need a bowling ball" I said.
"Great, what kind are you looking for? Something with hook, frizzle*, frazzle*...whathaveyou?"
"Ummmm....I don't really know about any of that. I need something better than the house ball I'm using now."
"What weight?"
"10 lbs."
"Really?"
Okay, I realize I might look beefy and strong , but I'm not...weakest arms ever. For real.
"Yes, I'm a sissy girl...everyone keeps tell me I should be throwing a 12, but I really can't"
"10 lbs it is"
I find the perfect sparkly, but not girly ball and he has it in a 10-pounder. BRILLIANT. He measures my fingers, my hand. Asks me if I want my NAME on it.
"How much extra does that cost?"
He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head.
"Nothing??"
"Yeah, nothing"
SCORE! Of COURSE I want my name on my ball! Who doesn't???
So he fits this shop ball with my thumb size and says "Okay sissy girl, this is a 13 pounder, use both hands and pick it up and see if that grip works for you."
I love this man.
All for the low-low price of $58. YES! Aaaaaaaand, he can do it while I wait. Super-double-score. AND I got a free game card. ROCKIN! If I wasn't on my lunch hour, I swear I would have bellied up to the counter and turned in that card and bowled a game with my new ball, even in my long black skirt. Can't you see it? Me rocking my new ball in my work clothes and rental shoes. Note to self, must keep shoes in car from now on, just in case I get the urge to throw a few frames. HA! Look at me making up the lingo. Good times.
So he gets done with the ball and he boxes it up..."anything else? You got shoes?"
"I have the rockingest pair of old school Dexters and I love them"
Needless to say, he just shook his head at me. But he laughed while he did it, so that's good. I shook his hand and told him he made my day and floated out of the pro shop. It's a beautiful Wednesday folks.
*these are totally made up - I have no idea what he said...buncha bowling mumbo jumbo. I don't want to discredit my totally awesome pro shop man
BRILLIANT.
BillSteveJimbo the pro shop guy was uber-nice, even if I'm pretty sure he thought I was strange.
"I need a bowling ball" I said.
"Great, what kind are you looking for? Something with hook, frizzle*, frazzle*...whathaveyou?"
"Ummmm....I don't really know about any of that. I need something better than the house ball I'm using now."
"What weight?"
"10 lbs."
"Really?"
Okay, I realize I might look beefy and strong , but I'm not...weakest arms ever. For real.
"Yes, I'm a sissy girl...everyone keeps tell me I should be throwing a 12, but I really can't"
"10 lbs it is"
I find the perfect sparkly, but not girly ball and he has it in a 10-pounder. BRILLIANT. He measures my fingers, my hand. Asks me if I want my NAME on it.
"How much extra does that cost?"
He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head.
"Nothing??"
"Yeah, nothing"
SCORE! Of COURSE I want my name on my ball! Who doesn't???
So he fits this shop ball with my thumb size and says "Okay sissy girl, this is a 13 pounder, use both hands and pick it up and see if that grip works for you."
I love this man.
All for the low-low price of $58. YES! Aaaaaaaand, he can do it while I wait. Super-double-score. AND I got a free game card. ROCKIN! If I wasn't on my lunch hour, I swear I would have bellied up to the counter and turned in that card and bowled a game with my new ball, even in my long black skirt. Can't you see it? Me rocking my new ball in my work clothes and rental shoes. Note to self, must keep shoes in car from now on, just in case I get the urge to throw a few frames. HA! Look at me making up the lingo. Good times.
So he gets done with the ball and he boxes it up..."anything else? You got shoes?"
"I have the rockingest pair of old school Dexters and I love them"
Needless to say, he just shook his head at me. But he laughed while he did it, so that's good. I shook his hand and told him he made my day and floated out of the pro shop. It's a beautiful Wednesday folks.
*these are totally made up - I have no idea what he said...buncha bowling mumbo jumbo. I don't want to discredit my totally awesome pro shop man
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
"Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party..."
Google has failed me. I tried and tried to find the person that stated the above, and I cannot. The closest I came was a man named John Bartlett, but he wrote a book of quotes. So is the quote his or is it a quote from someone else? I have no idea. Field trip to B&N to see who is credited with the quote.
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's election day! Didja vote? Didja? Didja? Are ya gonna? Are ya? Well you SHOULD. I know it's cliche, but I don't care who you vote for, but you MUST vote. Seriously. This is AMERICA. A nation so great it lets it's people have a voice, so USE it. Even if there's only one race you care about vote that race! And don't forget your picture ID if you're here in Indiana, folks! (And it's so not true, I TOTALLY care who you vote for, but I'm trying to be nice. I could make you a list if you're confused.)
As usual - drama mama over here. They MOVED my polling place. Seriously? Seriously. As I'm pulling up to the church where I've voted for the last 5 years, there are no cars, no politicians, no nuthin. Ummmm, whodawa? And my cell phone is d.e.d. so I can't call anyone to see where to go. I vaguely remember receiving something in the mail about all 3 precincts voting in the same place...but hmmmmm...that piece of paper is probably in the stacks of crap on my kitchen counter and office desk along with junk mail and unpaid medical bills. Whoops. Oh stop it...those people are like spammers, I swear....they send me so much mail it's retarded.
"We're processing your bill"
"We've submitted your bill to insurance"
"We're waiting to hear from your insurance"
"We're still waiting to hear from your insurance"
"We just miss you and we're sending a note to say hi, and we're still waiting on your insurance"
"Your insurance called to say they might be sending a payment, but we don't know how much"
"Yet another piece of paper telling you we still don't know how much you actually have to pay"
By the time I actually get the bill - I'm exhausted, don't care and forgot what the shit it was I had done!
TANGENT!
Anyway, so I go to another place - no one. C'mon, people! There are NOT that many public buildings in my teeny township...where IS everyone?! So now I go home. I call my neighbor down the street, he tells me where to go. Vote, that is...not...ahem...where to GO. Geez. Artards.
So I go, and who is standing right out front campaigning for her brother who is running for assessor? Yep, Owen's teacher. I asked her if I was still allowed to vote even if I'm a cookie thief. She said that was no problem. I sucked up to her, btw...just so you all know. I sent in some potpourri in a basket...she says she and the class love it. Yessss! (insert fist pumping here)
Aaaaaaand, I just have to mention, that I actually, really did make someone pee their pants with the cookie story just last night. That.is.awesome.
TANGENT 2!
Reel it back in now...okay, anyway, so I got to vote and Alex only got to school 45 minutes late. Oy. And I got to work late. And whatever. I voted. And you all must watch Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert tonight - or tape it - or something. It's going to be BRILLIANT, I'm sure.
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's election day! Didja vote? Didja? Didja? Are ya gonna? Are ya? Well you SHOULD. I know it's cliche, but I don't care who you vote for, but you MUST vote. Seriously. This is AMERICA. A nation so great it lets it's people have a voice, so USE it. Even if there's only one race you care about vote that race! And don't forget your picture ID if you're here in Indiana, folks! (And it's so not true, I TOTALLY care who you vote for, but I'm trying to be nice. I could make you a list if you're confused.)
As usual - drama mama over here. They MOVED my polling place. Seriously? Seriously. As I'm pulling up to the church where I've voted for the last 5 years, there are no cars, no politicians, no nuthin. Ummmm, whodawa? And my cell phone is d.e.d. so I can't call anyone to see where to go. I vaguely remember receiving something in the mail about all 3 precincts voting in the same place...but hmmmmm...that piece of paper is probably in the stacks of crap on my kitchen counter and office desk along with junk mail and unpaid medical bills. Whoops. Oh stop it...those people are like spammers, I swear....they send me so much mail it's retarded.
"We're processing your bill"
"We've submitted your bill to insurance"
"We're waiting to hear from your insurance"
"We're still waiting to hear from your insurance"
"We just miss you and we're sending a note to say hi, and we're still waiting on your insurance"
"Your insurance called to say they might be sending a payment, but we don't know how much"
"Yet another piece of paper telling you we still don't know how much you actually have to pay"
By the time I actually get the bill - I'm exhausted, don't care and forgot what the shit it was I had done!
TANGENT!
Anyway, so I go to another place - no one. C'mon, people! There are NOT that many public buildings in my teeny township...where IS everyone?! So now I go home. I call my neighbor down the street, he tells me where to go. Vote, that is...not...ahem...where to GO. Geez. Artards.
So I go, and who is standing right out front campaigning for her brother who is running for assessor? Yep, Owen's teacher. I asked her if I was still allowed to vote even if I'm a cookie thief. She said that was no problem. I sucked up to her, btw...just so you all know. I sent in some potpourri in a basket...she says she and the class love it. Yessss! (insert fist pumping here)
Aaaaaaand, I just have to mention, that I actually, really did make someone pee their pants with the cookie story just last night. That.is.awesome.
TANGENT 2!
Reel it back in now...okay, anyway, so I got to vote and Alex only got to school 45 minutes late. Oy. And I got to work late. And whatever. I voted. And you all must watch Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert tonight - or tape it - or something. It's going to be BRILLIANT, I'm sure.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Sloth breeds sloth...
Do you know what we had planned going into this weekend? NOTHING. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nadadamnthing. THAT, my friends, is a bee-yoo-ti-ful outlook on a Friday, lemme tell ya.
Well, I didn't have plans until the young Kathy was stuck in the parking lot of Amelia's on Friday with a flat tire staring at the sign in the Impressions Cafe that we love that says "Closing November 4th." Ummmmm, what? Whodawa? How can this be? I love this place. I love the chef and the wine list and their wine tastings and half price martinis Tues-Thurs and JUST LIKE THAT they're CLOSING??? Well, I have plans NOW. I call the Kev-head immediately and arrange for us to go to dinner there Friday night. So okay, we have Friday night plans.
Kev-head informs me that when he got home on Friday the phone was ringing off the hook with boys calling to spend the night. Owen, what did you TELL people?? "Well, I didn't tell them they could come over, I told them I would ask." Well, now they're all calling to find out the verdict on the asking. Owen is more than upset to find out that he can't have friends over because we have to go to Impressions for dinner. So Kev-head makes the arrangement that he can have as many boys as he wants over on SATURDAY night - he'll even order pizza. Which, of course, means I'M ordering pizza and calling all of these parents, but whatever. Fine. If Owen is having friends over, I'M having friends over, too, dammit. So I make arrangements for the lovely Linda and her hubby to come over for game night.
Saturday during the day what did we do? Well, me - NOTHING. I tried to get motivated. I really did. I made a big breakfast. Cleaned the kitchen. We thought about going to the new library. But really, since I had nothing planned, I did nothing. I didn't even really clean my house. So Linda, I guess you've arrived. You are such a good friend to me now that I won't even clean for your visits anymore. Aren't you honored? HA! Talk about taking someone for granted. I thought about wiping that sink off in the bathroom - but never even got around to THAT. How pitiful! I did put clean towels in there, at least. Points for me.
Sunday Kev-head made cinnamon rolls for the "football team" that was staying over - hell, they were up and playing football in their SOCKS at 7am. Me, I was asleep. And I wasn't the overserved one on Saturday! Only the adult-age boys were overserved on red wine that night. Linda and I were cool. Oh yeah, while we played Blokus and Racko, they men got sloshed. 5 bottles of red wine done, finished, finito. And I think I only had a glass and a half! Rob kept worrying that we were going to run out. He clearly hasn't met me. I still had more reds to open, but no one seemed to need it!
I stumbled out at 8:30, I think and the boys were well on their way to the superbowl by that time. I fixed them a big lunch...cleaned up from the party and waited for the real football games to start. Bears then Steelers then Colts. Yeah, I was NOT leaving my house. And I managed to get nothing done on that day either. Whoops. I did fry up some fish and now my house smells like Long John Silver's...but that's about it, kids.
I guess it felt really good to have a do nothing weekend where my car didn't leave the garage. But in the same respect I could have/should have gotten SOMETHING done, right? Oh well, I guess there's always NEXT weekend.
Well, I didn't have plans until the young Kathy was stuck in the parking lot of Amelia's on Friday with a flat tire staring at the sign in the Impressions Cafe that we love that says "Closing November 4th." Ummmmm, what? Whodawa? How can this be? I love this place. I love the chef and the wine list and their wine tastings and half price martinis Tues-Thurs and JUST LIKE THAT they're CLOSING??? Well, I have plans NOW. I call the Kev-head immediately and arrange for us to go to dinner there Friday night. So okay, we have Friday night plans.
Kev-head informs me that when he got home on Friday the phone was ringing off the hook with boys calling to spend the night. Owen, what did you TELL people?? "Well, I didn't tell them they could come over, I told them I would ask." Well, now they're all calling to find out the verdict on the asking. Owen is more than upset to find out that he can't have friends over because we have to go to Impressions for dinner. So Kev-head makes the arrangement that he can have as many boys as he wants over on SATURDAY night - he'll even order pizza. Which, of course, means I'M ordering pizza and calling all of these parents, but whatever. Fine. If Owen is having friends over, I'M having friends over, too, dammit. So I make arrangements for the lovely Linda and her hubby to come over for game night.
Saturday during the day what did we do? Well, me - NOTHING. I tried to get motivated. I really did. I made a big breakfast. Cleaned the kitchen. We thought about going to the new library. But really, since I had nothing planned, I did nothing. I didn't even really clean my house. So Linda, I guess you've arrived. You are such a good friend to me now that I won't even clean for your visits anymore. Aren't you honored? HA! Talk about taking someone for granted. I thought about wiping that sink off in the bathroom - but never even got around to THAT. How pitiful! I did put clean towels in there, at least. Points for me.
Sunday Kev-head made cinnamon rolls for the "football team" that was staying over - hell, they were up and playing football in their SOCKS at 7am. Me, I was asleep. And I wasn't the overserved one on Saturday! Only the adult-age boys were overserved on red wine that night. Linda and I were cool. Oh yeah, while we played Blokus and Racko, they men got sloshed. 5 bottles of red wine done, finished, finito. And I think I only had a glass and a half! Rob kept worrying that we were going to run out. He clearly hasn't met me. I still had more reds to open, but no one seemed to need it!
I stumbled out at 8:30, I think and the boys were well on their way to the superbowl by that time. I fixed them a big lunch...cleaned up from the party and waited for the real football games to start. Bears then Steelers then Colts. Yeah, I was NOT leaving my house. And I managed to get nothing done on that day either. Whoops. I did fry up some fish and now my house smells like Long John Silver's...but that's about it, kids.
I guess it felt really good to have a do nothing weekend where my car didn't leave the garage. But in the same respect I could have/should have gotten SOMETHING done, right? Oh well, I guess there's always NEXT weekend.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Where IS everyone?
What? You don't want to be convorting with thieves? Ever since I started talking about Owen stealing cookies you guys are MIA. Eileen - still with us out there, sister? Hope you're feeling better, and that everyone in your house is feeling better.
Crazy sock night was a mad success. Yes, we did roll our jeans up so everyone could see. It's probably the best part about my bowling team that I love ... crazy is definitely on the bus. Next week? Pink week. The pinker the better. We'll all be wearing pink and singing P!nk songs and talking like we're the Pink Ladies. If I could I'd have jackets made! Quit talking about how gay I am! I can heeeeeear yoooooou. I've already decided on the theme for the week after that - pajama party. Yeah baby! Mostly because I have the most awesome kick ass pajamas from Old Navy that are uber comfy and it would be fun to come home and literally fall into bed. HA! I'm totally into this.
I have been dubbed "spirit stick" by my team. We have discussed "spirit fingers" already - it's a Bring It On thing - and I'm the spirit stick for our team. Anymore that's all they call me. "Hey spirit stick, you're up" "Spirit stick called, she wanted me to remind you that it's crazy sock night"
There was NO ONE in the bar after bowling last night. Hell everyone but us finished early. The team we were bowling against was in charge of the women's 50/50 - so that always means there's a lag in the game. We didn't finish until almost 10:30. My friend Linda was done by 9:30!! We had barely started our 3rd game. Oy. But I digress...no one in the bar, which means the girls and I had our run of the place. I learned some line dance called "the bus stop" and there's a bus stop song and everything. If you ask real nice I'll teach it to you. I wonder if they have that song on iTunes. Hang on...
HA! They totally do...I just put it in my shopping cart. Kathy, be prepared - we're so doing the bus stop next week! I wonder if Owen knows it. The Janet will be all over that, she loves her line dances. Electric slide, macarena, you name it, she's mastering it.
Have a great weekend my cool crazy bloggers. And to all you lurkers out there - Suzi...Aunt Carol...Linda...word.
Crazy sock night was a mad success. Yes, we did roll our jeans up so everyone could see. It's probably the best part about my bowling team that I love ... crazy is definitely on the bus. Next week? Pink week. The pinker the better. We'll all be wearing pink and singing P!nk songs and talking like we're the Pink Ladies. If I could I'd have jackets made! Quit talking about how gay I am! I can heeeeeear yoooooou. I've already decided on the theme for the week after that - pajama party. Yeah baby! Mostly because I have the most awesome kick ass pajamas from Old Navy that are uber comfy and it would be fun to come home and literally fall into bed. HA! I'm totally into this.
I have been dubbed "spirit stick" by my team. We have discussed "spirit fingers" already - it's a Bring It On thing - and I'm the spirit stick for our team. Anymore that's all they call me. "Hey spirit stick, you're up" "Spirit stick called, she wanted me to remind you that it's crazy sock night"
There was NO ONE in the bar after bowling last night. Hell everyone but us finished early. The team we were bowling against was in charge of the women's 50/50 - so that always means there's a lag in the game. We didn't finish until almost 10:30. My friend Linda was done by 9:30!! We had barely started our 3rd game. Oy. But I digress...no one in the bar, which means the girls and I had our run of the place. I learned some line dance called "the bus stop" and there's a bus stop song and everything. If you ask real nice I'll teach it to you. I wonder if they have that song on iTunes. Hang on...
HA! They totally do...I just put it in my shopping cart. Kathy, be prepared - we're so doing the bus stop next week! I wonder if Owen knows it. The Janet will be all over that, she loves her line dances. Electric slide, macarena, you name it, she's mastering it.
Have a great weekend my cool crazy bloggers. And to all you lurkers out there - Suzi...Aunt Carol...Linda...word.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Little known fact....
Well, maybe not so little known. I think a few of you know. I have a thing for socks. Especially holiday socks. I love them. I love them...well sure, like I would marry them. Snowflakes, sleds, pumpkins, shamrocks, hearts, I have them all...several pairs, actually. I don't really know how it started. My mom is not a holiday sock person, is she? I know we typically do slipper socks for Christmas, but I don't think she's a year round holiday sock hound. I can be distracted in the sock aisle for hours trying to decide on which pumpkin socks to get. Kathy makes fun of me for this.
But I realized that I have a sock fetish in general. A good pair of socks is better than diet coke (*gasp*) for me. Really.
Like all problems, instead of solving them, I like to share them with others. So tonight, at bowling, is crazy sock night. BRILLIANT. And we're going to roll up our jeans so everyone can see them. My sock of choice? My bright green socks with spiderwebs and little purple spiders. YEAH baby! AND they go almost all the way up to my knee. Even better. Remember my knee socks, Julie?? The white socks you used to make fun of me for. I'm laughing my ass off in my office right now remembering Julie's face every.time. I would wear those socks.
I also have a problem with lippy...but I think that might be a discussion for another day.
Today is a grunge/90's music day for me. The Toadies, Cracker, Everclear...what are you listening to?
ETA:
Another goofy thing with me: I'm a sucker for traditional anniversary gifts. EVERYONE makes fun of me for this. You can suck it. Last year it was leather. Kev-head scored an awesome leather jacket out of the deal. I have no memory of what I got. Huh. Now I'm trying to think...does anyone else remember? This year will be my 4th. I have to pick from fruit or flowers. HUH? Okay...I guess I'll send him flowers. Kevin doesn't even remember that it's our anniversary month, let alone how long we've been married. His response last night? There's a frame upstairs with the date on it. My response "I suggest you go look at it then, because I'm not telling you."
Oh boy.
But I realized that I have a sock fetish in general. A good pair of socks is better than diet coke (*gasp*) for me. Really.
Like all problems, instead of solving them, I like to share them with others. So tonight, at bowling, is crazy sock night. BRILLIANT. And we're going to roll up our jeans so everyone can see them. My sock of choice? My bright green socks with spiderwebs and little purple spiders. YEAH baby! AND they go almost all the way up to my knee. Even better. Remember my knee socks, Julie?? The white socks you used to make fun of me for. I'm laughing my ass off in my office right now remembering Julie's face every.time. I would wear those socks.
I also have a problem with lippy...but I think that might be a discussion for another day.
Today is a grunge/90's music day for me. The Toadies, Cracker, Everclear...what are you listening to?
ETA:
Another goofy thing with me: I'm a sucker for traditional anniversary gifts. EVERYONE makes fun of me for this. You can suck it. Last year it was leather. Kev-head scored an awesome leather jacket out of the deal. I have no memory of what I got. Huh. Now I'm trying to think...does anyone else remember? This year will be my 4th. I have to pick from fruit or flowers. HUH? Okay...I guess I'll send him flowers. Kevin doesn't even remember that it's our anniversary month, let alone how long we've been married. His response last night? There's a frame upstairs with the date on it. My response "I suggest you go look at it then, because I'm not telling you."
Oh boy.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Okay, so maybe you don't feel like sharing. Fine.
I'm going to continue to share.
My sister-in-law Kristin, who I can talk freely about right now because I know for a FACT she's not reading my blog. I have her computer right here...HA! SOMEONE (and I'm not pointing any fingers at my other sister-in-law who surfs the web like it's her job and plays internet poker) gave Kristin's computer a virus. And she gets these insane pop-ups all over the place. So now I have to fix it. Well, I guess I don't HAVE to, but I'm going to. Because I'm nice like that. Really. I am.
But I digress.
Kristin has 3 kids. She took said kids to the Walmart? Kmart? Local pet store chain? I don't know...took them SOMEWHERE to have their pictures took. (Like my midwest slang?) Individuals and a group shot. Well, getting 3 kids all dolled up, hair curled, not crying, not killing each other and getting them to the picture place is quite an undertaking. But she does it, gets them there...smile smile smile, pictures ordered. GOOD JOB! Until she got the pictures back. Ummmmm, yeah, the baby? He had on denim overalls and a red plaid shirt. Cute, right? Until you look at the 8X10 and the 11X13 and realize, HOLY SHIT, his shirt still has the size sticker on it! You know, the long strip that runs down the front of clothing and says 6-9 months. Yeah, THAT. On the wallets you can just see the glare of the flash off the plastic. But on the big pics you can read the size plain as day. Kristin is mortified.
We find this out, at all places, at the wake we went to on Friday. We are in the back of the funeral parlor laughing our asses off with some of the cousins. Inappropriate? Maybe.
So there is this costume party the next day for Rylee, spawn of Kristin, but truly my daughter from another mother. Kevin and I are discussing at dinner what his costume could be. I talk about him being Blake, and how should go with stickers on his shirt. We take it one step further and buy him overalls the next day. I'm walking around Sears taking the size stickers off as many shirts as I can get my hands on and I'm shoving them in my pockets. Kev-head is convinced I'm going to get us thrown in jail. But we make it out with stickers in hand and when we get to the party, they all think Kevin is a farmer. Until they look more closely, and see all of those stickers on his chest. I thought Kristin was going to fall out of her chair. "I'm Blake" he announces.
Good stuff right there. That's what family is for! To take your embarrassing moments and remind you of them daily.
Chick, chick BOOM! (MRA3=Dork)
That is all.
Have a nice day.
My sister-in-law Kristin, who I can talk freely about right now because I know for a FACT she's not reading my blog. I have her computer right here...HA! SOMEONE (and I'm not pointing any fingers at my other sister-in-law who surfs the web like it's her job and plays internet poker) gave Kristin's computer a virus. And she gets these insane pop-ups all over the place. So now I have to fix it. Well, I guess I don't HAVE to, but I'm going to. Because I'm nice like that. Really. I am.
But I digress.
Kristin has 3 kids. She took said kids to the Walmart? Kmart? Local pet store chain? I don't know...took them SOMEWHERE to have their pictures took. (Like my midwest slang?) Individuals and a group shot. Well, getting 3 kids all dolled up, hair curled, not crying, not killing each other and getting them to the picture place is quite an undertaking. But she does it, gets them there...smile smile smile, pictures ordered. GOOD JOB! Until she got the pictures back. Ummmmm, yeah, the baby? He had on denim overalls and a red plaid shirt. Cute, right? Until you look at the 8X10 and the 11X13 and realize, HOLY SHIT, his shirt still has the size sticker on it! You know, the long strip that runs down the front of clothing and says 6-9 months. Yeah, THAT. On the wallets you can just see the glare of the flash off the plastic. But on the big pics you can read the size plain as day. Kristin is mortified.
We find this out, at all places, at the wake we went to on Friday. We are in the back of the funeral parlor laughing our asses off with some of the cousins. Inappropriate? Maybe.
So there is this costume party the next day for Rylee, spawn of Kristin, but truly my daughter from another mother. Kevin and I are discussing at dinner what his costume could be. I talk about him being Blake, and how should go with stickers on his shirt. We take it one step further and buy him overalls the next day. I'm walking around Sears taking the size stickers off as many shirts as I can get my hands on and I'm shoving them in my pockets. Kev-head is convinced I'm going to get us thrown in jail. But we make it out with stickers in hand and when we get to the party, they all think Kevin is a farmer. Until they look more closely, and see all of those stickers on his chest. I thought Kristin was going to fall out of her chair. "I'm Blake" he announces.
Good stuff right there. That's what family is for! To take your embarrassing moments and remind you of them daily.
Chick, chick BOOM! (MRA3=Dork)
That is all.
Have a nice day.
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