So, last year my mom made me call my aunt. My mom said it would be really funny but she wouldn't tell me why. I called my aunt, but some french woman answered her phone. I was like, hey french lady, put my aunt on the phone wouldja?
It wasn't a french woman. It was my aunt. I had a really hard time not laughing hysterically. It was the craziest thing to hear. It was her voice. The pitch was still the same...But the way the words came out of her mouth just blew my mind. She had gone in for some dental work, and woke up as a foreigner, who isn't at all foreign. It's gotten a little better over time, but apparently, it might not ever be gone for good. Check out the video!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
The many faces of internet dating
I promised you a separate post about the kind of guys I've encountered online, and this is that post. I'm not going to go terribly in depth about anything. I'm just going to share with you some of the messages I've gotten and some of the idiocy I've dealt with thanks to the online dating profile K set up for me.
Click through to get some good eye rolls!
Click through to get some good eye rolls!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Random things from this week
I didn't even realize it, but I recently hit a blogging milestone. I've now made over 100 posts! Not too shabby. Thank you, sincerely, to all of you who read, regularly or not. I wouldn't keep going if it weren't for you and it means a lot to me that you're out there reading what I write and enjoying it.
In other news, it looks like I'll be trying Bikram Yoga. There was a groupon deal too good to pass up and even though I've told myself (and others) that I would never want to try this, I'm actually pretty excited about it. I'm only going to take one or 2 classes a week and from what I've read, that's enough to make a pretty big difference in a lot of different areas health wise. I'm sure I'll be cursing myself through the first couple of classes, but I'll forgive myself. Eventually.
My most recent message received on the dating website: Hi how u do n
A invited me over to decorate Easter eggs with her 5 year old and her brothers 8 year old. I'm the only one that broke an egg.
It started off promising:
Hot pink?! Kick ass! Glitter?? Yes please! Then I tried to get all fancy...
And I dropped the egg on it's head. You can see the skull fractures. Poor lil guy.
We had an Easter egg hunt at my office this week. We've been waiting for this to happen for a while now. We had one a few years back but haven't been able to have another one since. There was a lot of trash talking leading up to it. People that weren't here for the first hunt were a tad bit nervous. When the door was opened and we were allowed in to start hunting, it was complete madness. Screaming, shoving, pushing. The couch cushions were all over the floor. People were crawling under desks (....me), searching in cupboards, knocking things over. It was intense.
Why was it so intense? Because the prizes were GOOD! There were over 200 eggs all together. Inside some of them were pieces of paper with letters or things like "Big Winner #1" written on them. There were Starbucks gift cards, Moonstruck Chocolates (yes, I totally did win one of those!), gift certificates to restaurants, orchids, and one of the big winners got a $150 gift card to Nike!
I got the Big Winner #1 egg and heard things like "Of course she's the big winner...Again!". I worked hard for that last win! This win was way more fun. It was a gift card to Portland City Grill, since I know you're curious.
My mom came to have lunch with me at the office one day this week. She brought us some GIANT sandwiches that were quite literally over flowing with fries. Yes, fries in the sandwich. Pretty good stuff. But they were hugearific. Neither of us could finish even a half of one.
Pay it Forward day is next Thursday! I love Pay it Forward day so I can't wait to hear about all the things that go on and I am definitely excited to do some paying it forward of my own. We'll see what that ends up meaning...Probably I'll pay for someone behind me in line somewhere and maybe I'll bake some cookies to give out. We shall see...
What are you gonna do?
In other news, it looks like I'll be trying Bikram Yoga. There was a groupon deal too good to pass up and even though I've told myself (and others) that I would never want to try this, I'm actually pretty excited about it. I'm only going to take one or 2 classes a week and from what I've read, that's enough to make a pretty big difference in a lot of different areas health wise. I'm sure I'll be cursing myself through the first couple of classes, but I'll forgive myself. Eventually.
My most recent message received on the dating website: Hi how u do n
A invited me over to decorate Easter eggs with her 5 year old and her brothers 8 year old. I'm the only one that broke an egg.
It started off promising:
We had an Easter egg hunt at my office this week. We've been waiting for this to happen for a while now. We had one a few years back but haven't been able to have another one since. There was a lot of trash talking leading up to it. People that weren't here for the first hunt were a tad bit nervous. When the door was opened and we were allowed in to start hunting, it was complete madness. Screaming, shoving, pushing. The couch cushions were all over the floor. People were crawling under desks (....me), searching in cupboards, knocking things over. It was intense.
Why was it so intense? Because the prizes were GOOD! There were over 200 eggs all together. Inside some of them were pieces of paper with letters or things like "Big Winner #1" written on them. There were Starbucks gift cards, Moonstruck Chocolates (yes, I totally did win one of those!), gift certificates to restaurants, orchids, and one of the big winners got a $150 gift card to Nike!
I got the Big Winner #1 egg and heard things like "Of course she's the big winner...Again!". I worked hard for that last win! This win was way more fun. It was a gift card to Portland City Grill, since I know you're curious.
My mom came to have lunch with me at the office one day this week. She brought us some GIANT sandwiches that were quite literally over flowing with fries. Yes, fries in the sandwich. Pretty good stuff. But they were hugearific. Neither of us could finish even a half of one.
Pay it Forward day is next Thursday! I love Pay it Forward day so I can't wait to hear about all the things that go on and I am definitely excited to do some paying it forward of my own. We'll see what that ends up meaning...Probably I'll pay for someone behind me in line somewhere and maybe I'll bake some cookies to give out. We shall see...
What are you gonna do?
Friday, April 22, 2011
Lets mow the lawn!
Over the weekend, L's dad came over to look at my broken dryer and hopefully fix it. He tried to test the heating element but his tester had a dead battery so he took the part with him and came back the next day. And this time he brought one of their family's mowers with him. How could he not notice the tall, unruly grass when he was over? The plan was for me and L to tag team the lawn with their mower and mine (er...the one I'm borrowing from neighbor C) at the same time to get it done quick, while he worked on the dryer.
We had to start with walking around the yard and picking up all the trash that has accumulated in my grass from the neighbors giant, always open and always full, dumpster. Though, I'm still not convinced that the empty condom box next to the Pizza Hut box just blew in with the winds...I keep telling myself it was just garbage. No stranger really used my back yard for some kind of terrible date.
After filling up one plastic grocery bag with garbage from the back yard we could get to the mowing. L's dad started by mowing the perimeter of the yard for us, because that's what dads do I guess. I dragged my (not mine) mower out of the garage, checked to make sure it had gas, and then worked on getting it started. Of course, I remember the last time I mowed the lawn and I definitely remember falling down trying to start the mower. L finally got the thing started and I worked on the tall patch of grass nearest to my house. L took over for her dad on their mower and he went inside to work on the dryer.
I got a small section done while L continued the path her dad had started. He came out to check on us and decided that maybe I should follow behind L as she mowed, since the mower I was using doesn't have the ability to adjust and can't handle tall grass really well. I had to constantly keep the mower up on its back wheels so the blade wouldn't stop in all the tall grass and kill the motor. What an arm workout. If I followed behind L, she could get the tall grass with her big mower and mine would have an easier time of it. L's dad went back inside as I started to follow her.
After a couple of times around the yard, the mower died and I of course had trouble starting it. L helped again. I was really pulling that stupid string as hard as I could but I guess I just don't have the strength to do it on my own. Which made me feel like an idiot.
With the mower started, thanks to L, I continued along the path. I still had to go much slower then L because even though I was now cutting shorter grass, my lawn is terribly uneven. With all the lumps and bumps I still had to keep the mower levitated to make sure it wasn't going to break or die. But it did die again. And this time when L helped I couldn't handle myself. She was laughing, because every time I mow the lawn I have this problem. Usually I'm able to laugh through it too, but at this moment, I was just tired of it. I felt like I was incapable and started to cry. What if I was doing this chore alone? I would never be able to accomplish anything if I can't even get the mower to turn on. L got the mower started and tried to find out what was wrong with me but I just took off with my now running mower to follow her path. I still had to go slow, and she was about to lap me when her dad came out to tell me my dryer was not going to be fixed because the problem was not the heating element and could be any number of things that I'll need a professional to look at. Or just get a new dryer because that would probably be cheaper then paying someone for labor and parts. Then he suggested I move to the front yard, where the grass was shorter and more manageable for my non adjusting mower.
With L still trucking along like a champ, because she likes mowing, I moved the mower to the front and started picking up all the trash in the front yard. I filled another bag of garbage, none of it mine (and yes, I really do know that it was all not mine because my garbage can stays closed, and everything I picked up was stuff that I don't use or have never heard of) and L's dad started mowing the perimeter. So the grass cuttings are going out and all that mumbo jumbo. I leaned against my car as he started and when he came back around I got ready to take over. Apparently, he was going to go around one more time. Then again. And again. By the time he finally gave over control of the mower (keeping it running for me, thank god) almost half my front yard was already done.
As I pushed the mower around my yard, I saw L's dad check out the neighbors dumpster, looking for a possible way to prevent the garbage pile up in my yard. He looked at the janky fence that barely stays up in the wind. It was a comforting feeling knowing that he was trying to look out for me, but in my current state of mind it made me sad. I felt like I was incapable because he kept trying to make things easy on me.
I thought how nice it was of him, not just come and look at my dryer, but to want to help with my lawn. How nice it is of L to willingly help mow the grass I have neglected. I thought, this is what it's like to have a dad come and check up on you. This is what dads do for their daughters, and here this man was, helping me out like this, and he barely knows me. I mean, I've spent some time with him when I go to their house to share a family dinner with them. They invited me over for Christmas. His daughters are 2 of my closest friends so I can understand that while he and I don't really know each other well, he knows I'm at least good enough for his daughters to trust.
I've never really had a father figure in my life. I've considered my grampy a father figure, even though I never asked him for advice and he wasn't constantly around until he finally settled down in Portland not too many years ago. He moved around a lot in my younger years and I would see him at least a couple of times a year, and when he finally got an apartment here in town I saw him weekly. He helped me out when I needed it. Helping me get my first car...and my second...and the current car I have. Lending me his truck when I needed to haul something big or for one of my many moves in the last few years. Now he's planning on moving away and thinking about that in conjunction with L's dad being all fatherly...
And then L came out from the back yard. She had mowed almost the entire thing. Her dad was now packing the garbage that the garbage men woudln't take into my garbage can so it could finally be hauled off. He even dismantled the broken hut that had been laying in the yard since last summer and put it in the can too. My yard looked brand new. All freshly mowed and cleaned up.
How lucky am I to have these people in my life? I can't tell you how thankful I am to have people like this supporting me and helping me all the time. Sometimes it's hard to find the good, even when I know I'm such a blessed person. It's hard sometimes,to see the silver lining in life. Then L and her dad come over and mow my lawn, and don't judge me for having a momentary breakdown just because they're good people, and my faith in humanity is restored.
L decided the next time we mow my lawn we'll do it crop circle style.
We had to start with walking around the yard and picking up all the trash that has accumulated in my grass from the neighbors giant, always open and always full, dumpster. Though, I'm still not convinced that the empty condom box next to the Pizza Hut box just blew in with the winds...I keep telling myself it was just garbage. No stranger really used my back yard for some kind of terrible date.
After filling up one plastic grocery bag with garbage from the back yard we could get to the mowing. L's dad started by mowing the perimeter of the yard for us, because that's what dads do I guess. I dragged my (not mine) mower out of the garage, checked to make sure it had gas, and then worked on getting it started. Of course, I remember the last time I mowed the lawn and I definitely remember falling down trying to start the mower. L finally got the thing started and I worked on the tall patch of grass nearest to my house. L took over for her dad on their mower and he went inside to work on the dryer.
I got a small section done while L continued the path her dad had started. He came out to check on us and decided that maybe I should follow behind L as she mowed, since the mower I was using doesn't have the ability to adjust and can't handle tall grass really well. I had to constantly keep the mower up on its back wheels so the blade wouldn't stop in all the tall grass and kill the motor. What an arm workout. If I followed behind L, she could get the tall grass with her big mower and mine would have an easier time of it. L's dad went back inside as I started to follow her.
After a couple of times around the yard, the mower died and I of course had trouble starting it. L helped again. I was really pulling that stupid string as hard as I could but I guess I just don't have the strength to do it on my own. Which made me feel like an idiot.
With the mower started, thanks to L, I continued along the path. I still had to go much slower then L because even though I was now cutting shorter grass, my lawn is terribly uneven. With all the lumps and bumps I still had to keep the mower levitated to make sure it wasn't going to break or die. But it did die again. And this time when L helped I couldn't handle myself. She was laughing, because every time I mow the lawn I have this problem. Usually I'm able to laugh through it too, but at this moment, I was just tired of it. I felt like I was incapable and started to cry. What if I was doing this chore alone? I would never be able to accomplish anything if I can't even get the mower to turn on. L got the mower started and tried to find out what was wrong with me but I just took off with my now running mower to follow her path. I still had to go slow, and she was about to lap me when her dad came out to tell me my dryer was not going to be fixed because the problem was not the heating element and could be any number of things that I'll need a professional to look at. Or just get a new dryer because that would probably be cheaper then paying someone for labor and parts. Then he suggested I move to the front yard, where the grass was shorter and more manageable for my non adjusting mower.
With L still trucking along like a champ, because she likes mowing, I moved the mower to the front and started picking up all the trash in the front yard. I filled another bag of garbage, none of it mine (and yes, I really do know that it was all not mine because my garbage can stays closed, and everything I picked up was stuff that I don't use or have never heard of) and L's dad started mowing the perimeter. So the grass cuttings are going out and all that mumbo jumbo. I leaned against my car as he started and when he came back around I got ready to take over. Apparently, he was going to go around one more time. Then again. And again. By the time he finally gave over control of the mower (keeping it running for me, thank god) almost half my front yard was already done.
As I pushed the mower around my yard, I saw L's dad check out the neighbors dumpster, looking for a possible way to prevent the garbage pile up in my yard. He looked at the janky fence that barely stays up in the wind. It was a comforting feeling knowing that he was trying to look out for me, but in my current state of mind it made me sad. I felt like I was incapable because he kept trying to make things easy on me.
I thought how nice it was of him, not just come and look at my dryer, but to want to help with my lawn. How nice it is of L to willingly help mow the grass I have neglected. I thought, this is what it's like to have a dad come and check up on you. This is what dads do for their daughters, and here this man was, helping me out like this, and he barely knows me. I mean, I've spent some time with him when I go to their house to share a family dinner with them. They invited me over for Christmas. His daughters are 2 of my closest friends so I can understand that while he and I don't really know each other well, he knows I'm at least good enough for his daughters to trust.
I've never really had a father figure in my life. I've considered my grampy a father figure, even though I never asked him for advice and he wasn't constantly around until he finally settled down in Portland not too many years ago. He moved around a lot in my younger years and I would see him at least a couple of times a year, and when he finally got an apartment here in town I saw him weekly. He helped me out when I needed it. Helping me get my first car...and my second...and the current car I have. Lending me his truck when I needed to haul something big or for one of my many moves in the last few years. Now he's planning on moving away and thinking about that in conjunction with L's dad being all fatherly...
And then L came out from the back yard. She had mowed almost the entire thing. Her dad was now packing the garbage that the garbage men woudln't take into my garbage can so it could finally be hauled off. He even dismantled the broken hut that had been laying in the yard since last summer and put it in the can too. My yard looked brand new. All freshly mowed and cleaned up.
How lucky am I to have these people in my life? I can't tell you how thankful I am to have people like this supporting me and helping me all the time. Sometimes it's hard to find the good, even when I know I'm such a blessed person. It's hard sometimes,to see the silver lining in life. Then L and her dad come over and mow my lawn, and don't judge me for having a momentary breakdown just because they're good people, and my faith in humanity is restored.
L decided the next time we mow my lawn we'll do it crop circle style.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Biggest Loser Finale
The Biggest Loser Competition at work is finally over! Well, really, it's been over for a while but the winner was announced at the company meeting, which happened after the actual end date for the competition. And I take forever to write my posts...
As a company we lost about 80 pounds which translates into $400 for the food bank! How awesome is that?! How awesome is it that our boss actually suggested we donate $5 per pound lost to the food bank?
My final numbers go something like this: 25 pounds lost*. 2 inches lost from my thighs, an inch from my arms, and over 5 inches from my waist! Holy crap! I dropped one whole size plus a little extra. I now have almost no clothes that I can actually wear. I really have no pants to wear at all. I have a couple of pairs of jeans that I can wear, but they're definitely too big. They just don't fall off my hips when I walk like my old pairs do now.
Of course, being the crazy thrift shopper I am, I've bought some things in the past that I shouldn't have...because they were too small. However, now that I've lost weight that bad habit of mine is really coming in handy! That pair of pants J gave me before she moved to Florida are now too big on me. When I got them, they didn't even button. That dress I bought but only wore as a shirt because the bottom was too tight, now totally fits! In fact, when I lose a few more pounds I'll have to let that dress go.
I've gone through my closet twice since the start of this back in January, to weed out all the clothes that are just too big to ever look good on me again and I now have a sizable pile to sell and a good chunk to send to Goodwill.
Even after the competition ended, I've continued to work out as often as I can muster. I still eat as healthily as I can, but I do let myself have a little more freedom with food now that I'm just living my life and not trying to win a competition. I plan on continuing my success until I reach my ultimate goal, which is not a magical number on the scale but rather the feeling I feel when I look at myself in the mirror. Really, I'd love to confidently wear a bikini this summer.
You can bet I was excited to find out what my prize was for all the hard work I put into this. 3 months of chocolate deprivation had better be worth it! I think my friends were more excited to find out the prize than I was for a while. I would get the question at least once a day, what was I going to get?
At the company meeting I finally got to find out. I was given a $200 shopping spree at Washington Square mall! What a freakin perfect prize. I'm in more need of clothes now then I ever have been in my whole life. I have no pants for cryin out loud! I am so excited to go shopping and have been formulating a list of basics that I need to get. However, I plan on waiting until closer to my birthday to actually go shopping. I'm really hoping I can drop one more size before I buy a whole bunch of new clothes. I would hate to go out and buy a whole new wardrobe that I love only to have to buy another new one in a couple of months. I want to be able to keep some of the things I end up with. So, for now, I'm continuing working out as often as I can and eating healthy so that I can keep reach my goal. Even if I don't lose another size by my birthday...I'm still going shopping.
Thank you boss lady, for the totally perfect prize! You are truly a talented gift giver.
*I want to add that since I started losing weight last year, I've now lost a total of 55 pounds. I feel like that's an accomplishment worth noting.
As a company we lost about 80 pounds which translates into $400 for the food bank! How awesome is that?! How awesome is it that our boss actually suggested we donate $5 per pound lost to the food bank?
My final numbers go something like this: 25 pounds lost*. 2 inches lost from my thighs, an inch from my arms, and over 5 inches from my waist! Holy crap! I dropped one whole size plus a little extra. I now have almost no clothes that I can actually wear. I really have no pants to wear at all. I have a couple of pairs of jeans that I can wear, but they're definitely too big. They just don't fall off my hips when I walk like my old pairs do now.
Of course, being the crazy thrift shopper I am, I've bought some things in the past that I shouldn't have...because they were too small. However, now that I've lost weight that bad habit of mine is really coming in handy! That pair of pants J gave me before she moved to Florida are now too big on me. When I got them, they didn't even button. That dress I bought but only wore as a shirt because the bottom was too tight, now totally fits! In fact, when I lose a few more pounds I'll have to let that dress go.
I've gone through my closet twice since the start of this back in January, to weed out all the clothes that are just too big to ever look good on me again and I now have a sizable pile to sell and a good chunk to send to Goodwill.
Even after the competition ended, I've continued to work out as often as I can muster. I still eat as healthily as I can, but I do let myself have a little more freedom with food now that I'm just living my life and not trying to win a competition. I plan on continuing my success until I reach my ultimate goal, which is not a magical number on the scale but rather the feeling I feel when I look at myself in the mirror. Really, I'd love to confidently wear a bikini this summer.
You can bet I was excited to find out what my prize was for all the hard work I put into this. 3 months of chocolate deprivation had better be worth it! I think my friends were more excited to find out the prize than I was for a while. I would get the question at least once a day, what was I going to get?
At the company meeting I finally got to find out. I was given a $200 shopping spree at Washington Square mall! What a freakin perfect prize. I'm in more need of clothes now then I ever have been in my whole life. I have no pants for cryin out loud! I am so excited to go shopping and have been formulating a list of basics that I need to get. However, I plan on waiting until closer to my birthday to actually go shopping. I'm really hoping I can drop one more size before I buy a whole bunch of new clothes. I would hate to go out and buy a whole new wardrobe that I love only to have to buy another new one in a couple of months. I want to be able to keep some of the things I end up with. So, for now, I'm continuing working out as often as I can and eating healthy so that I can keep reach my goal. Even if I don't lose another size by my birthday...I'm still going shopping.
Thank you boss lady, for the totally perfect prize! You are truly a talented gift giver.
*I want to add that since I started losing weight last year, I've now lost a total of 55 pounds. I feel like that's an accomplishment worth noting.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Another Lame Dating Story
Yep, I met yet another guy from that damn website. I keep trying to give guys a chance...I really want to have hope...But they just keep disappointing. I could go on and on about the guys that have messaged me there...but I think I'll save that for it's own post. For now, we'll just focus on the one I went to dinner with last week.
He messaged me through the website and I checked out his profile, as always, before responding. Nothing jumped out at me screaming "NO! DON"T TALK TO THIS ONE!" I did notice that he was younger then I generally like to talk to (22) and he was definitely shorter then I usually like...but I'm trying to stay open minded so I replied. He seemed like a nice, normal guy in our conversation and unlike so many others, he wasted no time in asking for an actual date. I gave him my number so we could make a plan. That was apparently my second mistake.
We decided to go to dinner one night after I got off work. He lives in Vancouver so I agreed to meet him at a restaurant there. I don't know why I did that, since I hate Vancouver so much...but whatever.
I knew early on that things were going to be difficult with this one. He texted me every single day starting the day he got my number. The way he worded things led me to believe that he was at least slightly insecure with girls and a bit inexperienced with dating and adulthood as a whole. If I didn't respond to him in a timely manner, he would send me a duplicate message. Sometimes 2. Then he would ask if I was busy. There were a lot of "..."s and "I guess"'s. He spent a weekend at his parents, and I know this because he let me know before he was leaving that he doesn't get service there so he wanted to make sure I wasn't going to worry if I didn't hear from him. When he got back from his parents he let me know he was back in town and I could text him if I wanted to and then asked if I like chicken (doesn't everyone in at least one form or another?) and sausage. When I replied, he said something like maybe some day he can bring me some fresh chicken and sausage from his parents farm. We hadn't even met at this point, please keep in mind. He continually asked if we were still on for our date, and I continually thought about backing out.
Click through to see how things went...
He messaged me through the website and I checked out his profile, as always, before responding. Nothing jumped out at me screaming "NO! DON"T TALK TO THIS ONE!" I did notice that he was younger then I generally like to talk to (22) and he was definitely shorter then I usually like...but I'm trying to stay open minded so I replied. He seemed like a nice, normal guy in our conversation and unlike so many others, he wasted no time in asking for an actual date. I gave him my number so we could make a plan. That was apparently my second mistake.
We decided to go to dinner one night after I got off work. He lives in Vancouver so I agreed to meet him at a restaurant there. I don't know why I did that, since I hate Vancouver so much...but whatever.
I knew early on that things were going to be difficult with this one. He texted me every single day starting the day he got my number. The way he worded things led me to believe that he was at least slightly insecure with girls and a bit inexperienced with dating and adulthood as a whole. If I didn't respond to him in a timely manner, he would send me a duplicate message. Sometimes 2. Then he would ask if I was busy. There were a lot of "..."s and "I guess"'s. He spent a weekend at his parents, and I know this because he let me know before he was leaving that he doesn't get service there so he wanted to make sure I wasn't going to worry if I didn't hear from him. When he got back from his parents he let me know he was back in town and I could text him if I wanted to and then asked if I like chicken (doesn't everyone in at least one form or another?) and sausage. When I replied, he said something like maybe some day he can bring me some fresh chicken and sausage from his parents farm. We hadn't even met at this point, please keep in mind. He continually asked if we were still on for our date, and I continually thought about backing out.
Click through to see how things went...
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
B-day bowling and ticket theiving
For G's b-day lil K invited us to join them at Big Al's in Beaverton. I offered to drive A and R and we picked L up on the way. I used my phones nifty navigation feature to get directions and started our journey. It was seriously a journey. I lived in Tigard once upon a time. I still had absolutely no idea where we were when we finally got there, even though it was only a few miles from the street I lived off of.
It was a fun almost hour long drive. Filled with critique of my driving, in car dance parties, reminiscing about sunburns, and wondering if we were really ever going to make it. The place was humongous, and tries to blind you on your way in with lights that shine straight up from the ground right in front of the gigantic door.
We tried to find G and lil K but had no luck even though we walked all the way to the end lanes. We ran into G on our way back to the front and he is really excited to see us. He says something about how his license expired the day before, so they won't serve him alcohol and now he has to get drunk in the car. Clearly, it's working, based on his sideways smirk, slightly slurred words and massive amounts of drunk love. Then he tells us to get some shoes so we can join the bowling fun and runs off to find the bathroom before his bladder goes on strike.
Click through to read the rest!
It was a fun almost hour long drive. Filled with critique of my driving, in car dance parties, reminiscing about sunburns, and wondering if we were really ever going to make it. The place was humongous, and tries to blind you on your way in with lights that shine straight up from the ground right in front of the gigantic door.
We tried to find G and lil K but had no luck even though we walked all the way to the end lanes. We ran into G on our way back to the front and he is really excited to see us. He says something about how his license expired the day before, so they won't serve him alcohol and now he has to get drunk in the car. Clearly, it's working, based on his sideways smirk, slightly slurred words and massive amounts of drunk love. Then he tells us to get some shoes so we can join the bowling fun and runs off to find the bathroom before his bladder goes on strike.
Click through to read the rest!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday drive (with pics!)
I had every intention of getting up and working out Sunday morning. Not like I had an alarm set of anything. I just told myself, when you wake up Kay, work out and shower. Don't just go right back to sleep.
I went right back to sleep anyway. No workout. Whatever. I walked miles and miles the day before and my legs were super stiff anyway. I think I deserved a little extra rest.
I finally woke up because my phone kept notifying me of new messages. One of them was from mom asking if we were going to go to lunch. Clearly, I wasn't doing anything else so I threw my hair up and put on some clothes that still fit and headed out the door.
Of course, her ultimate plan is to go pick up a piece of furniture from someone on craigslist. This woman seriously has some love for furniture. Chairs especially...but we were picking up some kind of cabinet night stand thingamajigger. That's the technical term just in case you're wondering.
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I went right back to sleep anyway. No workout. Whatever. I walked miles and miles the day before and my legs were super stiff anyway. I think I deserved a little extra rest.
I finally woke up because my phone kept notifying me of new messages. One of them was from mom asking if we were going to go to lunch. Clearly, I wasn't doing anything else so I threw my hair up and put on some clothes that still fit and headed out the door.
Of course, her ultimate plan is to go pick up a piece of furniture from someone on craigslist. This woman seriously has some love for furniture. Chairs especially...but we were picking up some kind of cabinet night stand thingamajigger. That's the technical term just in case you're wondering.
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Friday, April 15, 2011
Walk for a cause and a date
Somehow, A talked me into doing the MS walk with her Saturday morning. She had been talked into it by her coworkers and got R and I to go along with her. I meet R and A at their house, and R made us some fresh, home made egg mcmuffins. They always cook for me. I'm basically their adopted second 5 year old.
Now, before I continue, I'll remind you that I was out late driving my designated drive-ees around and the MS walk was early in the morning so I was very, very tired. I was so tired, that when I went pee before we left the house, I noticed that I was wearing my underwear backwards. Tag in front. That's not even the best part. Instead of fixing the issue, I just got up. In my defense, this particular pair is shaped the same in the front and back.
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Now, before I continue, I'll remind you that I was out late driving my designated drive-ees around and the MS walk was early in the morning so I was very, very tired. I was so tired, that when I went pee before we left the house, I noticed that I was wearing my underwear backwards. Tag in front. That's not even the best part. Instead of fixing the issue, I just got up. In my defense, this particular pair is shaped the same in the front and back.
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
Ladies night
K and L's cousin M came in to town for the weekend and since she lives in a small town she wanted to have a good old girls night out. Of course I was in. As soon as I knew what day they wanted to go out I put it in my calendar. You know this girl loves to go out.
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Click through to read about our night!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Online Dating...some more
Yes, I still have and access the dating profile that K set up for me. I no longer have any kind of hope for finding anyone decent on there at all (not that I ever really had much hope of that) but still check in on my inbox there from time to time, just to see what's there. I've had many interesting conversations with boys on that site. And they are all ridiculous.
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click through to get more juicy details!
Monday, April 11, 2011
B-day Slumber Party for K
K decided to go with a classic girls slumber party for her b-day this year. We held it at my house so no one would have to kick their man out of their own home. The advantages of singledom.
K came over first, since it was her party and all. We set snacks up and put on our pjs. Slumber parties require pjs after all.
A was one of the first to arrive and since I knew what at least part of her present to K was, I insisted K open it right away. The bag had started to fall apart when A brought it in so K had to set it on the floor so everything didn't fall out. The first thing she pulled out was a shirt. This is the part I was excited about. A made a tee shirt for K with a picture of Four Loko and a pointing finger with the words "Too loko for you!". Which is hysterical to us because whenever K drinks her beloved Four Loko so screams that at all of us. "I'm too loko for yoooooooou!" she yells at us when we try to convince her whatever drunk thing she's doing isn't a good idea. The shirt was amazing. But there was still more to discover! K reached into the bag and pulled out a frame. A says that's the correct next piece in the present to open (presents that have steps are usually awesome). It was a framed recipe for HOME MADE FOUR LOKO! Say what? K reached into the bag and found that what was left in there were all the ingredients to make four loko at home.
We got started right away. We set the recipe up in an easy to view spot on the counter and got all the ingredients out. I slipped my apron on, because I was ordered to do so. We had trouble at first figuring out what we were going to mix it all up in, but lucky for us my dear friend S had brought me a present recently that included a nice size pitcher, which was perfect for our project. Thanks S for saving the day without even knowing it!
We mixed the ingredients like mad scientists, cackling the entire time. We realized that a couple of the ingredients needed time to dissolve in the liquid (jolly ranchers take forever to dissolve btw) and used that time for a break. L and Am had arrived and we were ready to get our girly on.
L brought It's Complicated for us to watch and I busted out my nail polish basket. Sadly, the nail painting queen had to leave before we could get her to teach us her skills. We have some chips and dip. L drank some wine and the girls tried the home made four loko. Which apparently tastes just like the real thing. Good thing too, because we had a whole giant pitcher of it for them to drink.
L had apparently drank a little too much wine because when I looked at her at one point during the movie she had her hair up in a ponytail at the very top of her forhead. I told her it looked like a fluffy horn.
"I'm a fluffy rhino!"
Someone take the wine away...
Now seems like a good time for face masks. Everyone puts their hair up (except L who just had to reposition her hair horn) and starts putting the clay mask on their face. I love face masks so I'm excited. Until I find out I'm the only one who doesn't have a clay mask. Mine is clear. And so super cold when it touches my face. It's decided that it looks like I'm rubbing whale sperm on my face. All slimy and nasty. Ew.
Who cares. It left my face so silky smooth!
"Is it supposed to burn?" All of our faces had a slight burning sensation at first and for a second I thought we might have to hose off in the back yard. I don't want whale sperm all over my house after all. But the tingling subsided and while everyone else's faces dried and cracked, mine stayed gooey. Remind me not to use that kind of mask again...
Eventually the girls started making their beds around the living room and passing out one by one. I almost fell asleep in the recliner and contemplated bring my blankie out into the living room to join the now slumbering party on the floor...but decided to sleep in my own bed. Maybe I'm a spoil-sport...but I don't care. I was a comfy spoil-sport.
K came over first, since it was her party and all. We set snacks up and put on our pjs. Slumber parties require pjs after all.
A was one of the first to arrive and since I knew what at least part of her present to K was, I insisted K open it right away. The bag had started to fall apart when A brought it in so K had to set it on the floor so everything didn't fall out. The first thing she pulled out was a shirt. This is the part I was excited about. A made a tee shirt for K with a picture of Four Loko and a pointing finger with the words "Too loko for you!". Which is hysterical to us because whenever K drinks her beloved Four Loko so screams that at all of us. "I'm too loko for yoooooooou!" she yells at us when we try to convince her whatever drunk thing she's doing isn't a good idea. The shirt was amazing. But there was still more to discover! K reached into the bag and pulled out a frame. A says that's the correct next piece in the present to open (presents that have steps are usually awesome). It was a framed recipe for HOME MADE FOUR LOKO! Say what? K reached into the bag and found that what was left in there were all the ingredients to make four loko at home.
We got started right away. We set the recipe up in an easy to view spot on the counter and got all the ingredients out. I slipped my apron on, because I was ordered to do so. We had trouble at first figuring out what we were going to mix it all up in, but lucky for us my dear friend S had brought me a present recently that included a nice size pitcher, which was perfect for our project. Thanks S for saving the day without even knowing it!
We mixed the ingredients like mad scientists, cackling the entire time. We realized that a couple of the ingredients needed time to dissolve in the liquid (jolly ranchers take forever to dissolve btw) and used that time for a break. L and Am had arrived and we were ready to get our girly on.
L brought It's Complicated for us to watch and I busted out my nail polish basket. Sadly, the nail painting queen had to leave before we could get her to teach us her skills. We have some chips and dip. L drank some wine and the girls tried the home made four loko. Which apparently tastes just like the real thing. Good thing too, because we had a whole giant pitcher of it for them to drink.
L had apparently drank a little too much wine because when I looked at her at one point during the movie she had her hair up in a ponytail at the very top of her forhead. I told her it looked like a fluffy horn.
"I'm a fluffy rhino!"
Someone take the wine away...
Now seems like a good time for face masks. Everyone puts their hair up (except L who just had to reposition her hair horn) and starts putting the clay mask on their face. I love face masks so I'm excited. Until I find out I'm the only one who doesn't have a clay mask. Mine is clear. And so super cold when it touches my face. It's decided that it looks like I'm rubbing whale sperm on my face. All slimy and nasty. Ew.
Who cares. It left my face so silky smooth!
"Is it supposed to burn?" All of our faces had a slight burning sensation at first and for a second I thought we might have to hose off in the back yard. I don't want whale sperm all over my house after all. But the tingling subsided and while everyone else's faces dried and cracked, mine stayed gooey. Remind me not to use that kind of mask again...
Eventually the girls started making their beds around the living room and passing out one by one. I almost fell asleep in the recliner and contemplated bring my blankie out into the living room to join the now slumbering party on the floor...but decided to sleep in my own bed. Maybe I'm a spoil-sport...but I don't care. I was a comfy spoil-sport.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Vacation Part 3
One of the last weekdays I was in Florida, J's mom, dad and little sister picked me and baby M up from the apartment so that we could go visit J at her office. It's possible that J is trying to get me to move down there...so this was her sneaky way of getting me to meet the people she works with, that I might work with if I happened to move down there.
When we pulled up to her office, J's family told me they would wait outside and to text them when we were done visiting. I don't have any of their numbers but I knew J did so no biggie. Of course, as soon as baby M and I started to walk away from his grandparents he started screaming and crying. So now I had to pick him up and carry him up the stairs, in my heels, until we could find J. That's fun.
He was scared of the receptionist when we got inside. And of course anyone that saw us had to ask who the baby belonged to and how he broke his arm, and it was clear that he wanted nothing to do with anyone but his mom. All I could do was hope she would show up soon. And just like that, there she was. Baby M was now happy and that made me happy. Happy babies are much easier to handle.
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When we pulled up to her office, J's family told me they would wait outside and to text them when we were done visiting. I don't have any of their numbers but I knew J did so no biggie. Of course, as soon as baby M and I started to walk away from his grandparents he started screaming and crying. So now I had to pick him up and carry him up the stairs, in my heels, until we could find J. That's fun.
He was scared of the receptionist when we got inside. And of course anyone that saw us had to ask who the baby belonged to and how he broke his arm, and it was clear that he wanted nothing to do with anyone but his mom. All I could do was hope she would show up soon. And just like that, there she was. Baby M was now happy and that made me happy. Happy babies are much easier to handle.
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