Showing posts with label rad stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rad stuff. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Getting invited to the cool kids' table ROCKS.


Yep; we did one of these not long ago (okay, like two weeks), but they're kind of fun, they help me get back into the bloggin' mood, and they're good for filler posts.  The lovely Christina over at South to Southwest tagged me in her list, and it's just bad manners not to respond when you're asked a question... so here goes!

1. What's on your Christmas wish-list?
From a sensible standpoint, gifts of a monetary nature are always welcome.  The plan is to start back to school in January, so a little boost to the checking account couldn't hurt!  But since this is Christmas we're talkin' about, and the idea is to wish for things we wouldn't ordinarily get for ourselves... I'd like sessions with a personal trainer, some fancy expensive shoes, and jewelry.  Who says no to that!?

2. Do you have any tattoos?
I do!  Two, in fact.  The first is a starfish on my hip.  My sister and I planned forever to get it right... we knew we wanted matching ones for our first foray into getting inked!  They are mirror images; mine is on my left hip, hers is on the right.  We picked a starfish because we knew we wanted something aquatic and something with a good story behind it.  Anthropologist & philosopher Loren Eiseley published a 16-page essay titled The Star Thrower in 1969, which has been adapted by motivational speakers into a "call to action" fable.  It goes something like this:  

An old man is walking the beach one morning and sees a young boy off in the distance, dancing along the water's edge.  As he draws nearer, he sees that the boy is not dancing, but instead is repeatedly bending over, picking things up one at a time, and then throwing them into the ocean.  Confused, the man asks the boy what he's doing.
"Throwing starfish into the ocean," the boy says.  "The tide's going out and if these starfish are stranded on the beach, they'll die."
"But there are hundreds of them!" the man protests.  "And the tide is going out so quickly!  How can you possibly make a difference?"
The boy thinks quietly for a moment, then bends, picks up another starfish, and flings it into the water.  
"I made a difference to that one."

It's my permanent reminder of the power of one. 


The other tattoo is a seahorse, along my rib cage on my right side.  Pirates and sailors believed seahorses were symbols of protection; they are also symbolic of grace and persistence under pressure or change.  I got it Labor Day Weekend of 2008, in keeping with my aquatic theme.  As it turned out, though, 2008 was a pretty rocky year:  I turned 30, lost a beloved grandparent, and called off my wedding all in the time between Father's Day and Thanksgiving.  I like to think there was some divine intervention at work when I decided on the seahorse; I didn't know it at the time, but I was going to need that protection, grace and persistence like never before.  

3. What's your favorite book? 
This may be one of the hardest questions for me to answer.  My response is different almost every time, depending on how I'm feeling that day.  I read just about everything, so it's hard to select just one favorite across genres, but these two always leap to the forefront.

Such a Pretty Fat, by Jen Lancaster.  A memoir that delves into chick-lit territory, this is actually her third book.  I'd recommend her entire oeuvre (and for God's sake, go read her blog), but this is the one that I found first and can relate to most, so it's at the top of my list.  

A Separate Peace, by John Knowles.  It's on almost every high school required reading list for a reason:  it's a damn good story.

4. What's your worst habit? 
Oh man; I could write a book.  Actually, that's it.  I could write a book; that is, if I could break myself of the tendency to procrastinate. The lag in my posts here is all the proof you need!

5. If you could live anywhere, where would you move to?
Right now, I'm pretty happy as-is.  I moved to the 'bus last winter (...my goodness, almost a year already?) and I am not relishing the thought of another move any time soon.  I love central Ohio; it's got everything I could want or need.  We have four seasons:  Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter, and Road Construction.  We have big city excitement and a small-town sense of community.  We have world-class dining and shopping (seriously; the world HQ for the entire Limited Brands roster is 15 miles from my apartment).  

I love the Carolinas, though.  That's where my favorite vacations have been and where I want to take my own children someday... that's where my heart would move me.  

6.  Have you ever met any celebrities?
Run-ins with famous people??  Now you're speakin' my language, sister!!  I saw Neil Diamond in the Nashville airport once; I waited for an autograph (and got one) after a Chris Isaak show; most recently, I was onsite for the taping of an episode of Food Feuds with Iron Chef Michael Symon (look for me in the crowd on the SkyWay/Swenson's burger battle episode, set to air on Thanksgiving night!).

But the most awesome encounter with celebrity was in 1999:  I was home for the summer before the start of my senior year at Miami, and... you know what?  Words don't do it justice.  I'll dig up the picture and post it here; it's totally worth the wait.  

7. What is your guilty pleasure food?
YES.  Kidding!  (Sort of.)  I like to try new things whenever I can, but if it's comfort and familiarity I'm looking for, it's this:
Fritos plus Lawson's Chip Dip = best salty fattening snack EVER.

It has to be Lawson's.  Northeast Ohio kids will totally back me up on this.



8. What is your all time favorite picture of you?
I love this picture.  I am having a fabulous hair night, my smile is killer... oh, and the guy is pretty much the love of my life, so that one more for the "pro" column.

So there we have it.  Fun stuff!

Don't worry:  we'll get back to "real" posts ASAP.  I have a bunch of ideas already in the works....

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Cheater cheater, candy corn eater.*

Phew.  This return to blogging is going to take some adjustment.  I swear I have a ton of fun (read:  snarky) things to tell you!  I just picked a busy couple days to pick up where I left off.  

Luckily, the ever-funny Kelly over at Dare to be Domestic created a post not long ago playing the popular "get to know ya" questions game.  Ta-daaaa!  Daily entry saved!  Have at it.

1. What is your lucky number?
I'm goin' with 7.  Sure, lots of people claim 7 as their lucky number, but my birthday is July 7th... um, hello?  7/7, I win!

2. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Wow.  I wasn't aware that I'd be turning my blog into a job interview today.  Sneaky!

...ah, what the hell.  I can use the practice.  

*ahem*

Given the current state of the U.S. economy, I believe it's difficult, if not impossible, to look ahead more than 18 months.  I'd like to spend the next year and a half exploring the ways I can contribute to this company blog, using the time to grow my plans along with our its success. 

Psshhhh.  Hey suckers:  I was a public relations major for a reason, baby!  There's plenty more where that came from!  (Tuition dollars at work, darlings.  Also?  If you thought that was good, then you DEFINITELY need to read Bitter is the New Black by Jen Lancaster.)

3. What is your favorite song of all time?
Ooooh.  Of all time?  This one's tough.  I don't know that I have a favorite favorite!  Don't make me pick!  It's like Sophie's Choice up in here, except with music so it's for serious.  Can I go top three?

Wait.  Why am I asking?  It's my blog; I don't need permission!

"Falling for the First Time" by Barenaked Ladies.  BNL has been my favorite band for more than a decade, and this song just feels exactly like love!

"Lover, You Should've Come Over" by Jeff Buckley.  Breaks my heart, and yet makes me so happy, both at the same time.  Just a beautiful, bittersweet ache of a song.

"Not Ready to Make Nice" by the Dixie Chicks.  Political overtones aside, Natalie Maines is one ballsy chick.  I want her on my side.

4. Do you love football? Who's your team?
I... don't love football.  And given that J had a football scholarship to college, and that we live in Columbus, Ohio, home of the currently-ranked #2 team... well, let's just say that it's a damn good thing I love fall as much as I do, because otherwise?  It'd be a long, long season.

5. What's your most cherished item?
I thought of a few that could fit the bill here, and they were all photos.  What does that tell us!?  The best one, though, is the picture of J and me that my friend A snapped on a whim.  You can see it here.  I love it because it's just so... us.  Neither of us is wearing the "camera-ready smile" or sucking in our stomachs or saying cheeeeeeeeeeeese; we're just happy and totally in the moment together.

6. If you had 24 hours to live, how would you spend them?
I'd want a fantastic meal; tremendous, earth-shattering, soul-shaking sex; and the chance to say goodbye to my most cherished people.  Not necessarily in that order. 

7. Were you named after anyone?
Nope.  Well, not anyone we know and/or are related to.  But I spell my name the same way as the biblical Rachel (total trump card if I ever get to meet Rachael Ray)!  And my middle name is Leigh... which I choose to trace back to Vivien Leigh... and God knows she and I both have the flair for the melodrama... so I'm going to count it. 

I feel fairly certain that, had Scarlett had a Sassy Gay Friend, the curtain-dress could have been avoided.

8. What is your can't live without beauty product?
Oh my God.  Easiest question ever.  I'm a sucker for a gimmick anyway, but this L'Oreal Go 360 face wash?  IS FREAKING GENIUS!!  Pop the little scrubby out, splash splash, scrub scrub, mmmm smells gooooood, stash it back in the handy little holding place, see ya in 16 hours scrubby!!

So there we are.  Stay tuned for tomorrow's entry, in which our heroine takes on a pop culture phenomenon and totally blows your mind!

*Today's evidence of being rad:  there is candy corn in the house once again (yay fall!); I told J he was eating it wrong... and then demonstrated how to make a grill out of the yellow ends.  Sadly, I ate the masterpiece before it could be captured on film. 

Friday, March 12, 2010

Open season!


A quick one to kick off the weekend right:

My toes are out today!  Open toe shoe weather has finally arrived!

 

Yeah, I know this is a repeat pic, but it's hard to be a bitch when your feet look this cute.  Have a good one kids!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

It's the most wonderful time of the year

I left my coat at home for the first time today!  And drove with the windows down!

It can only mean one thing:  spring is really here.  Sure, Ohio's been known to get a snowstorm in April, so we're not totally out of the woods yet, but it's hard to care when the clock-thermometer at the bank says 60 degrees in March.

I love the sunshine, the smell in the air, the buds on the trees and flowers... but what I love most is that spring kicks off my absolute favorite season.

It's Festival Season, kids!

One of the stereotypes of Midwestern living is that we'll celebrate anything with a festival.  My hometown and the surrounding area alone are host to a ton of fun weekends, with "guests of honor" that include (but of course, are not limited to):

Cherry Blossoms
Kite and Flight
Hamburgers (Akron claims to be is the birthplace of the burger!)

...and of course, the rib burn-offs and ethnic festivals that almost every city hosts.  Watch the Irish dance troupes one weekend, scarf up homemade cannoli the next, take a week off and then come back to mariachi bands and taco trucks! 

And oh, God, the people-watching.  Unbelievable.  These celebrations are the great equalizer of humanity.  Where on earth are you going to a toothless trailer park family rubbing elbows with a Fortune 500 exec?  In the line for a funnel cake, that's where. 

My new town played host to the annual spectacle that is The Arnold Sports Festival this past weekend.  It's the largest annual multi-sport event nationwide, and MAN, is it gross.  Congratulations to the winners... now please go away.

Start planning your summers!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Lean Cuisine can suck it.

I knew I shouldn't have gloated about my late mornings last week.

All hell broke loose at the office today... half an hour before I was due to go home.  

Of course it did.

When I finally found sanctuary at J's place, I was greeted with the homey smell of garlic bread wafting from the oven, [lowfat turkey] meatballs simmering in sauce, and a glass of pinot noir waiting for me by "my spot" on the couch.  Awesome.

Totally shameless 100% NON-guilty pleasure numero uno:  anytime J cooks dinner.

 Crisis averted!

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I'm gonna need a bigger Easy Bake Oven.

"I'm gonna be the mom that makes the world's best chocolate chip cookies!"
"Our kids are gonna be fat, aren't they."
Monica & Chandler (Courteney Cox & Matthew Perry), Friends, "The One With Phoebe's Cookies"

All right.  I will be the first to admit that this is ridiculous and a completely selfish and irrational reason for wanting to have kids, but... LOOK!

nom nom nom

And LOOK!

 
That is a CAKE!  Made to look like LEGOS!

Somebody around here better start having babies, because I am just DYING to get them all sugared up with this cute crap.

*finger on nose*

NOT IT...

Friday, February 26, 2010

Bon Anniversaire!

My sister E over at the heyday diaries is singing that title to herself right now.  (You're welcome!)

Today's entry in the gratitude journal:  my favorite pic of us.  My friend A caught it on the sly on a double date night.  Who knew she had such a photographer's eye?!

Happy first anniversary, J.  *smooooch!*

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Like high school English, but with more drinking and less reading.

Okay, so:  Book Club.

I do a lot of cool things, but BC is by far one of my favorites.  Easily in the Top 5.  It started out innocently enough, when my awesome friend A back in the hometown got tired of waiting months and months between girls' nights out.  She had always wanted to be in a book club, so she figured she'd start one herself, cajole some girlfriends into "joining" and see where it took them.

Problem is, we're all busy chicks.  Jobs and boyfriends and husbands and kids and tons of other demands on our time... who the hell has time to read?

So A compromised and said all right, we'll just read the trashy celebrity gossip rags.  It's stuff we'd be reading anyway, she thought; why don't we trade the magazines around and boom, now I've just saved you all about ten bucks in grocery store checkout line.

That was August of 2008.  I think we stuck to the original "format" once.

After that, it just sort of evolved into the awesomeness that it is today.  We meet once a month (usually on the third Thursday, but we're flexible) and a different girl hosts each time.  It's been as simple as drinks and dinner, but we've also done Saturday morning brunch (with an intense Bloody Mary bar) and sex toy parties and purse parties and trips to the winery and all kinds of fun stuff.

One of our best moments was "Book Club Gives Back" in November:  we gathered up enough stuff to make two dozen "care packages" for the Battered Women's Shelter, with toiletries and some pampering items, and some packages for their children as well.  A has a 16-month-old daughter, Little C, and she suggested adding the kids to the project because "as a mom, [she] couldn't imagine not being able to give [them] a Christmas."  (A is about to be honored as Volunteer of the Year through an organization she helps; easy to see why, huh?)

The December meeting is everyone's favorite.  We pack ourselves into a couple cars and take a Christmas shopping road trip, complete with slumber party in a hotel suite, pedicures and cupcakes and a LOT of champagne.

The dynamic nature is what makes it so cool.  There are a handful of "regulars" who never miss a month, but you can always bring new girls with you - they're only newbies for about half an hour anyway!

What's more important is the fact that we commit to getting together once a month, no matter what.  It's easy to say "I'm busy, I'm tired, I have too much else going on," and we'll grant you a pass when you really need one.  The truth is, though, we need each other just as much as we need the boyfriends/husbands/kids/jobs/etc.  Sometimes the only thing that will keep you off the ledge is a bottle of red (each) and a fantastic session of venting and giggling!



Then why even call it a book club?

Ahhh, the name is one of the key elements!  Because this way, we can talk about it in front of the guys or in front of our non-cool coworkers and acquaintances and they say "yeeuuuughhhhh, no thanks, have fun with that one." 

Oh, and because it gives us justification for drinking in the morning (I love you, brunch!). 

When I moved, I knew I'd miss my little group more than I could tell them... so I've started an annex here.  Our second meeting is next week; I'm sure the Columbus chapter will be featured here more often as time goes by!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Rach on the move

It's finally upon us (well, me):  the movers are coming tomorrow.  There is snow in the forecast, but not until Sunday night, so I'm go for launch to have all my shit under one roof again. 
FINALLY.

After driving a 14-foot U-Haul truck up and down I-71 in the snow on New Year's weekend, there was no way in hell I was going to put myself (and J, and my friends) through that again.  Not this soon, anyway.  I like J and I want him to keep liking me.  Ditto my friends, who were sweet enough to help me load and unload, with only a few beers and some wings and ribs for payment.  


 
Just kidding J, I love you AND your video games.

All the manageable boxes are accounted for; I've been moving a bit at a time for the last ten days so the kitchen is complete and my closet is neatly organized (with clothes hanging first in category and then in color order).  I just don't have the physical strength to move a king bed, a dresser and cedar chest, and my entire living room set on my own... to say nothing of the emotional fortitude it would require.  The last effort?  Nearly broke my spirit.

But not a moment too soon, since next week I'm hosting the February meeting of my book club!

...which is a whole new post in itself.  Cliffhanger!  Stay warm this weekend, kids; cross your fingers for another snow day for me on Monday so I can stay home, unpack and get to that spring cleaning!

 
Board game FAIL.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Unoriginal sin.

It never fails:  every year in mid-February, when a bunch of us are out walking around with sooty thumbprints on our foreheads, someone will go all Helpy Helperson on us.

"Dude?  You got something on your face."

I KNOW.  Thirteen years of Catholic school wouldn't let me NOT get smudged today.

But then it made me think of the epic battle of dirt vs. clean... and then BOOM, there you have it, this week's little indulgence.

Is it weird that I like to clean?  Spring cleaning is one of my guilty pleasures FOR.SURE.  When I moved to this fair city, I brought an entire carload* of cleaning supplies:  Windex and Clorox wipes and a Swiffer WetJet and a vacuum cleaner and two kinds of Pledge and countertop cleaner from Williams-Sonoma and those Mr. Clean Magic Erasers and more, so much more.  J was like "um, OCD much?"

Well, not officially, no, but man, do I love me some clean.  The scent of a gleaming kitchen, and the way sunlight shines on a polished-smooth coffee table?  Awesome.  

Maybe I can combine my newfound magic power and my love for the smell of Cinch and see if we can get rid of some of this snow...

 To the face!  Take THAT dirt and snow!

*a 2000 Honda CR-V EX, to be precise... or "the sweet sweet Curve" as it is more commonly known

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Every little thing I do is magic!


WHAT DID I TELL YOU!?

It totally worked.  Half a dozen ice cubes, flushed right down, plus one long-sleeved Cleveland Browns t-shirt worn backwards equals a free day off work, bitches!

My university has that text-alert system that lets subscribers know of any special developments:  parking bans, bomb threats... snow days...

I woke up to my alarm at 5:30 this morning and checked my phone immediately:  no text.  I'll let you imagine the grumbling and crankiness that ensued.  Six minutes later, I got the all-clear to go back to bed in the form of a text message telling me they'd decided to open at noon.  Good enough for that early in the morning!

Got up four hours later and shuffled around the apartment, pouting about having to get "work dressed" and drive in the cold to the office for a half day of nothing to do... and just as I was about to stop with the pouting and start getting ready, the beautiful tones of the little bing-bong text message alert sounded, telling me to take a load off and stay put for the day.

Apparently I have magic powers.  Anything you want me to work on for you?

Monday, February 8, 2010

You're so pretty when you're quiet.

I used to write a lot.  A lot.  I was in creative writing competitions in middle school; in high school, I kept a journal on a 3.5" disk that I carried everywhere; I created a website one of my first college classes.  I even hounded my favorite professor to let me into his classes when they were overbooked.  One was a reviewing class for budding theater and film critics.  

Movies and telling people what I think?  I like both those things!

Somehow, though, I let it get away from me.  I was too busy, or there were reruns of Friends on (again), or I just couldn't think of anything "good" to write about.  I have dozens of blank notebooks and journals with just five or six pages filled.

This blog is part of a renewed effort to get back into it.  I'm tickled that you're reading! ...but even if I were out here on the interwebs alone, I'd still delight in each entry.  

The second part of that effort is something called a gratitude journal.  Oprah has talked about the concept on several occasions.  Sarah Ban Breathnach, author of Simple Abundance, places great emphasis on using gratitude to find your "authentic self."  

I love that word:  authentic.  Real, true, genuine.  

So I've started one.  I bought a pretty blank book (#417, I think) and I have it sitting right out on my nightstand with the clock and my glasses and the omnipresent water glass, where I can see it every night before I go to bed.

It started out simple enough; I just wanted to keep some quick daily notes on the things that make my life more beautiful.  In the short time I've been logging them, though, I've discovered that it's given me one more thing to savor:  five minutes of quiet every day! 

Just making myself sit still for a hot minute is something worth noting.  I'm one of those morning people who is go-go-go from the moment my feet hit the floor... but at night, when I'm clocking out on the day, that split second of quiet is priceless.

(And yes, today's title is something J says every now and then... right before he ducks the punch I throw at him.)

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Baaaaa!!


OK.  MODG started something here.  Sarah jumped on it and Jenni was right behind her... not since my days at an all-girls' high school have I so keenly felt the effects of peer pressure.  (Don't worry, kids:  high school is a post for another day.)

Here we go:


 

Paula Deen!?

*deep breath*

OK.  Let's give it one more shot.




I hate you Internet.


FYI:  I just said that out loud and J said "YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW." 

Although it IS kind of cool to be associated with DJ Tanner.  Remember the one when she starved herself and worked out like a maniac because Kathy Santoni was "sooooo pretty"!?  

Yeah.  I went there.

The one thing that sort of redeems this whole project is this one...

 
Ha haaa!! J, you look like Ross!  And Dawson!  What a buncha d-bags.

Shut up ladies, he's MY d-bag.

Wanna try it?  Upload a pic and go nuts.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Guilty as charged, bitches!


Humpity hump hump hump!!  *snort*

Shhhh... hear that?  It's the weekly test of the emergency alert siren!  The one in my hometown only fires up on the first Wednesday of every month, but the one in this fair city is EVERY WEDNESDAY BY GOD, lest we all be caught unawares...

I'm all right with it, if only because it means lunch hour on the third day of the work week = exactly halfway to the weekend!

So it's time once again for Guilty Pleasure Wednesday:  the safe space for airing those things you refuse to be sorry for!

Last week I copped to loving reality TV; this week is a variation on the same. 

J and I looooove us some Biggest Loser... but what I love most about it is that Tuesday night means takeout or Ben & Jerry's on the couch while we watch it.  Sometimes both. I spend the rest of my week trying to watch what goes into my mouth, trying to work out (and usually failing), all that healthy skinny jazz.  But then our Tuesday date night rolls around, and HELL YEAH, J and I are sitting side by side on the couch, talking with our mouths full and feeling better about ourselves by the minute.

If that's not love, I don't know what is.

Time to admit to those shameless little indulgences....

Monday, February 1, 2010

Should this blog entry be unable to fulfill its duties, the runner-up entry will take its place.


Actual conversation that happened this weekend:

Me: OMG Miss DC looks like Heidi Montag!!
J:  Before or after the plastic surgeries?

Me: ...between.

A and C and I started a tradition when we were roomies back in 2006:  we watch the Miss America pageant in cocktail dresses and tiaras; we make each other sashes with snarky little titles on them (I'm still the reigning Miss Rubber City); we drink champagne and reveal hidden talents. 

Sadly, we only lived together that one year, and the pageant party went dormant for a while. 

It was resurrected in 2009 and we had such a kickass time that I vowed to make it an annual event!  Unfortunately, the fete was sidelined again this year by my move to the big city.  Between the move and starting the new job and a number of other distractions, I simply didn't have the time to do it justice.  Instead of drinking champagne in my LBD, I'm drinking a Miller Lite in my Snuggie.
 
From this:

To this:

To maintain some semblance of tradition, then, I kept track of some of the things that ran through my head tonight.  Enjoy...
 
  • I want Clinton Kelly to be my boy-friend.  (Read Bright Lights, Big Ass by the charming, disarming Jen Lancaster for a detailed description of the difference that one little hyphen can make.)
  • Miss New Mexico looks like my friend Angela!!
  • Shawn Johnson is absolutely poured into that dress.
  • Rush Limbaugh?  For realsies?
  • Want Katie Harman's necklace.  WANT.  
  • Hey, remember when Brooke White was relevant?  No?  Me neither.
  • On adding a 15th finalist based on the votes of the remaining 39 girls:  what. The. Crap.  Good idea in theory... not so much with the execution.  Did you see the deer in headlights look on the one girl's face?  Which one?  YES.  
  • Digging the soundtrack this year.  Black Eyed Peas, Stevie Wonder, V Factory, Pat Monahan, a little Gaga fo' yo'self... nice work, pageant people.  *EDITED TO ADD:  ah, you lost me at Katy Perry.  
  • Note to self for the swimsuit shopping this year:  black bikinis look too much like underwear from far away.  
  • HA HAA:  the peanut gallery is standing out of order... yay, Miss Nebarska!!  *snort*
  • I-ro-ny (n., ahy-ruh-nee):  a pageant contestant telling me that looks aren't important and that what matters is what's on the inside.
  • What's with the bicycle bell between each of the evening dresses?
  • She tripped!  Dear God, MISS TEXAS TRIPPED!
  • Was it just me, or could you totally see RIGHT UP Ericka Dunlap's (2004 winner) dress?  Let's do our best not to tarnish the crown, sweetie.  
  • I love how the talents are the "Pop-Up Video" portion of the show.  She's a ballerina... and her goal is to become a pediatric heart surgeon!  She performed at the Apollo Theater in NYC... and at Obama's inauguration festivities!  She's an opera singer... and she wants to get her motorcycle license!
Second actual conversation of the evening:
Me:  Miss Hawaii is doing the hula for her talent!?
J:  ...she would.

Aw.  Love that guy.

  • Miss Kentucky may or may not be a python.  Wouldja look at the mouth on that girl!  
  • Am I drunk again, or do they really have Joe-on-the-street characters asking the final questions?
  • Her?  Really!?
So there you have it.  Polish your tiara and practice your tap dancing and baton twirling, because next year's competition is going to be a doozy!

Friday, January 29, 2010

I got to say it was a good day

Seriously?  Best Friday on record.  Payday.  Jeans day.  Free ten-minute massage at the office.  Donato's pizza gift card just for showing up to work.  A shared plate of Tater Totchos for lunch.  Scale said I was a pound and a half skinnier this morning (that was pre-totchos, of course).  And I'm 24 hours closer to that walk-in closet (yup, Sarah, it's that important to me too) and being stationary for the next 15 months!

I'm working on bringing back the use of the word rad.  Today would have been an ideal application.

Not much else to post today, darlings:  have yourselves a rad weekend and I'll see you next week! 

I didn't even have to use my AK.