2008 was a mind-blowingly awesome year.
We accomplished so much, and we are closer than we have ever been.
I know that 2009 will be even better.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Zoe colored her hair yesterday, and she HATED it. It took me a good while to convince her that it actually looks tremendously fantastic, and in fact, I like it better than her bleached blonde 'do. My reasons for this are rude, and thus I will not post them on here. She finally bought in to what I was telling her, and I took her home with me because I just couldn't bear her crying and I knew at our house she would be so distacted that sadness would be an impossibility. It worked!
We rented Hamlet 2 and laid on the floor and watched it and it was a fantastic movie - as long as you turn your brain off and allow yourself to laugh.
My favorite quotes:
"Hope is a demon bitch"
"Chuy, you are going to have a magical life, because no matter where you go it will always be better than Tuscon."
There was also something about bible humpers sucking a bag of something or other which I found tremendously humorous - however, there are those that read this that may not.
This morning I got a call from my mama saying that someone (read: Brendan) left a note on the fence. She didn't know who it was from, but seriously -
I agonized over this for a good hour or so contemplating the possibilities of the contents. Anthrax? a boiled bunny rabbit? a plain ol' death threat?
I finally called her back and asked her to read it to me, and it was an apology. I cannot express how relieved I am that this is the case. I was not looking forward to a new year filled with looking over my shoulder and slashed tires.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, and I have no clue what we are doing. Whatever it is, it will have to be all ages because Zoe is hanging out with us. This will not stand in the way of me getting 76% trashed because this is my third new year's as an adult and I still have not brought it in traditionally.
Last, but certainly not least, I have finally gotten Zoe to read Harry Potter. Granted, she is only finishing the first one - it is a start.
Have a safe and happy New' Years eve!
We rented Hamlet 2 and laid on the floor and watched it and it was a fantastic movie - as long as you turn your brain off and allow yourself to laugh.
My favorite quotes:
"Hope is a demon bitch"
"Chuy, you are going to have a magical life, because no matter where you go it will always be better than Tuscon."
There was also something about bible humpers sucking a bag of something or other which I found tremendously humorous - however, there are those that read this that may not.
This morning I got a call from my mama saying that someone (read: Brendan) left a note on the fence. She didn't know who it was from, but seriously -
I agonized over this for a good hour or so contemplating the possibilities of the contents. Anthrax? a boiled bunny rabbit? a plain ol' death threat?
I finally called her back and asked her to read it to me, and it was an apology. I cannot express how relieved I am that this is the case. I was not looking forward to a new year filled with looking over my shoulder and slashed tires.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, and I have no clue what we are doing. Whatever it is, it will have to be all ages because Zoe is hanging out with us. This will not stand in the way of me getting 76% trashed because this is my third new year's as an adult and I still have not brought it in traditionally.
Last, but certainly not least, I have finally gotten Zoe to read Harry Potter. Granted, she is only finishing the first one - it is a start.
Have a safe and happy New' Years eve!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Boy Howdy! I have had an eventful last several days. Warning: longest entry ever. I will post a follow up to this entry with photos later. I would have done it yesterday but I was too hung over.
On the Saturday before Christmas we went over to my Aunt Zaidy and Uncle Jimmie's house for the dreaded family get-together. I was raised without the extended family influence almost completely starting when I was about 9, and I really only see them once every year or two so it's not usually a very comfortable setting for me. This is compounded by the fact that we are the absolute blackest sheep branch of the family, and that my mother openly resents my aunt Zaidy. This typically results in an extremely awkward and forced judge-fest on the part of my aunt, uncles and cousins. I will add here that this is likely just paranoia on my part - but I come by it honestly.
Sunday we went to the family gift exchange for Cory's family and I got a very cute throw that I am in love with. We played with babies and introduced Zoe to everyone, then took off for College Station to visit SANTA'S WONDERLAND and have hot chocolate and hayrides. When we got there the line was three miles long, and we decided that we would just leave and come back another time. As we were entering the freeway we realized that the line was only for cars that were driving through, and we were going to Santa's Village and taking a hayride so we pulled over, parked and proceeded to have the most mind-blowingly awesome, santa-filled, freezing cold time ever. When we finished the hayride, Elf was playing on the movie screen and I thought I just might explode from the excitingness of it all. We left filled with hot chocolate and hella fun memories. Yay for Santa's wonderland!
The first couple of days of the Christmas week consisted of Zoe and I baking, making peppermint bark, grocery shopping, present shopping, and stressing out about what to get my darling husband. Tuesday was defined by a couple of phone calls where in yours truly was in hysterics and bawling like nobody's business about how Christmas was ruined because Cory's presents weren't good enough. By Christmas eve Zoe and I had solved this problem, and all I had to freak out about was having 15 people over at my house the next day.
Along with trying to get my own home ready for Christmas dinner the next day, we had to go over to my sister's house for Christmas eve dinner since Stan was going to be out of town on the big day. It was great, I drank too much wine and ended up not sleeping at all because lately that's what happens when I drink too much. The dinner was fun though, and I am very proud of my sister for hosting such a lovely dinner party.
Christmas day we woke up pretty early - which was easy since I never really went to sleep anyway. We opened presents and loved them. I got a ridiculously beautiful DSLR camera that is so complicated I want to cut my head off - and which I look forward to figuring out in the near future - and the mister got a new phone and a pocket knife and I framed a favorite poster of his for his studio. We spent the morning playing with our new toys while preparing christmas dinner and watching Christmas movies.
Everything went off without a hitch. Everyone who came over had a good time. We exchanged gifts and ate delicious food and watched the kids defile my driveway with the sidewalk chalk I bought them. I showed my dad how to use his new iPod, and we all took turns playing Cory's new Wii that my mama bought him (pictures to follow). AND I GOT AN AMAZING SEWING MACHINE from my mama. We tried to go to the 30 foot fall show because I have been telling Butch I would for the past 3 years, but the line was ridiculous and we were tired so we had a couple of drinks at Jimmie's and went home.
Friday we bought the coolest floor cushion ever from Urban Outfitters and I was even able to charm the guy at the register into giving us a 20% discount. Go me. Later that night we met up with Laura and Dave and Candace for her 21st birthday. We started out at Jimmie's, then went to Beer Island - which may be the worst place in the world- then I suggested that we go to Cecil's. We stayed there until the bar closed, and I was able to sleep because I drank a lot of water in between beers.
Saturday we went to Cooper's 5th birthday party and played with babies all afternoon. It was fantastic, especially since I am baby crazy right now. They are so cute I just want to eat them up! We rented a Wii golf game and played it while I made a pot of beans and gingersnaps. Later in the night we went to James' party, and that is where things got crazy.
I spent the evening socializing with people I recognized, and drinking vodka and cranberry juice like water. Finally, we sat down with these two super nice and fun people, and I was talking about how my firm would kick his precinct's ass when my ex-boyfriend came over to talk to us. He hadn't recognized me for more than half of the night, and he still didn't recognize me until he introduced himself and I said my name was Rachel.
All of the sudden he came completely unglued. He told my husband that we needed to "Get the fuck out of there," and many other classy gems of that nature. He yelled at me saying that he is so in love with me and he lays awake every night thinking of what might have been and something about how I could just sit there and act like I am not ruining his life. Also something about how he will never be able to love anyone the way he loved me. All this from someone who did not fucking recognize me - that's how in love with me he is, folks. Also worth noting is that we broke up FOUR YEARS AGO. AND, he didn't even like me when we were together - he was madly in love with some other ex girlfriend he couldn't have named Allie. He was threatening my husband with physical violence, and it is funny because Cory is a foot taller than him, and at least 80 pounds heavier. Cory handled it like a complete gentleman and I am so proud of him for that. Even I wanted to reach over and deck him. Eventually we had to leave the party because Brendan wouldn't fucking shut up about how I was his fiance (not true) and all of the other things I mentioned above.
Basically, he is an absolutely pathetic and juvenile sociopathic narcissist. Not like I didn't know that already.
James called me on Sunday to find out what happened, to apologize for Brendan's behavior, and to express his hope that the situation would not prevent us from attending any parties in the future. I don't think it will. I think we will give it one more try, and if he cannot contain his volatility next time, then we will give it up and find other people to socialize with. I spent the better part of Sunday trying not to throw up. I still felt drunk from the night before, and horribly hungover in every way. I was feeling crappy, so I wanted to go somewhere crappy and gross that I had never been before - and we settled on Applebee's. It was every bit as god-awful as I thought it would be, and I still do not remember precisely why we decided to go there. It's not funny to go somewhere and pay for movie theatre quality food. We might as well gone to Chili's for that. We spent most of the day napping and doing nothing. For dinner we had McDonalds - in keeping with the shitty food theme. I do not eat fast food, so my kid's meal chicken nuggets were quite a treat. we ended the night by playing Wii golf and now I am back at work and this was the longest entry ever.
If you have made it this far - kudos to you.
On the Saturday before Christmas we went over to my Aunt Zaidy and Uncle Jimmie's house for the dreaded family get-together. I was raised without the extended family influence almost completely starting when I was about 9, and I really only see them once every year or two so it's not usually a very comfortable setting for me. This is compounded by the fact that we are the absolute blackest sheep branch of the family, and that my mother openly resents my aunt Zaidy. This typically results in an extremely awkward and forced judge-fest on the part of my aunt, uncles and cousins. I will add here that this is likely just paranoia on my part - but I come by it honestly.
Sunday we went to the family gift exchange for Cory's family and I got a very cute throw that I am in love with. We played with babies and introduced Zoe to everyone, then took off for College Station to visit SANTA'S WONDERLAND and have hot chocolate and hayrides. When we got there the line was three miles long, and we decided that we would just leave and come back another time. As we were entering the freeway we realized that the line was only for cars that were driving through, and we were going to Santa's Village and taking a hayride so we pulled over, parked and proceeded to have the most mind-blowingly awesome, santa-filled, freezing cold time ever. When we finished the hayride, Elf was playing on the movie screen and I thought I just might explode from the excitingness of it all. We left filled with hot chocolate and hella fun memories. Yay for Santa's wonderland!
The first couple of days of the Christmas week consisted of Zoe and I baking, making peppermint bark, grocery shopping, present shopping, and stressing out about what to get my darling husband. Tuesday was defined by a couple of phone calls where in yours truly was in hysterics and bawling like nobody's business about how Christmas was ruined because Cory's presents weren't good enough. By Christmas eve Zoe and I had solved this problem, and all I had to freak out about was having 15 people over at my house the next day.
Along with trying to get my own home ready for Christmas dinner the next day, we had to go over to my sister's house for Christmas eve dinner since Stan was going to be out of town on the big day. It was great, I drank too much wine and ended up not sleeping at all because lately that's what happens when I drink too much. The dinner was fun though, and I am very proud of my sister for hosting such a lovely dinner party.
Christmas day we woke up pretty early - which was easy since I never really went to sleep anyway. We opened presents and loved them. I got a ridiculously beautiful DSLR camera that is so complicated I want to cut my head off - and which I look forward to figuring out in the near future - and the mister got a new phone and a pocket knife and I framed a favorite poster of his for his studio. We spent the morning playing with our new toys while preparing christmas dinner and watching Christmas movies.
Everything went off without a hitch. Everyone who came over had a good time. We exchanged gifts and ate delicious food and watched the kids defile my driveway with the sidewalk chalk I bought them. I showed my dad how to use his new iPod, and we all took turns playing Cory's new Wii that my mama bought him (pictures to follow). AND I GOT AN AMAZING SEWING MACHINE from my mama. We tried to go to the 30 foot fall show because I have been telling Butch I would for the past 3 years, but the line was ridiculous and we were tired so we had a couple of drinks at Jimmie's and went home.
Friday we bought the coolest floor cushion ever from Urban Outfitters and I was even able to charm the guy at the register into giving us a 20% discount. Go me. Later that night we met up with Laura and Dave and Candace for her 21st birthday. We started out at Jimmie's, then went to Beer Island - which may be the worst place in the world- then I suggested that we go to Cecil's. We stayed there until the bar closed, and I was able to sleep because I drank a lot of water in between beers.
Saturday we went to Cooper's 5th birthday party and played with babies all afternoon. It was fantastic, especially since I am baby crazy right now. They are so cute I just want to eat them up! We rented a Wii golf game and played it while I made a pot of beans and gingersnaps. Later in the night we went to James' party, and that is where things got crazy.
I spent the evening socializing with people I recognized, and drinking vodka and cranberry juice like water. Finally, we sat down with these two super nice and fun people, and I was talking about how my firm would kick his precinct's ass when my ex-boyfriend came over to talk to us. He hadn't recognized me for more than half of the night, and he still didn't recognize me until he introduced himself and I said my name was Rachel.
All of the sudden he came completely unglued. He told my husband that we needed to "Get the fuck out of there," and many other classy gems of that nature. He yelled at me saying that he is so in love with me and he lays awake every night thinking of what might have been and something about how I could just sit there and act like I am not ruining his life. Also something about how he will never be able to love anyone the way he loved me. All this from someone who did not fucking recognize me - that's how in love with me he is, folks. Also worth noting is that we broke up FOUR YEARS AGO. AND, he didn't even like me when we were together - he was madly in love with some other ex girlfriend he couldn't have named Allie. He was threatening my husband with physical violence, and it is funny because Cory is a foot taller than him, and at least 80 pounds heavier. Cory handled it like a complete gentleman and I am so proud of him for that. Even I wanted to reach over and deck him. Eventually we had to leave the party because Brendan wouldn't fucking shut up about how I was his fiance (not true) and all of the other things I mentioned above.
Basically, he is an absolutely pathetic and juvenile sociopathic narcissist. Not like I didn't know that already.
James called me on Sunday to find out what happened, to apologize for Brendan's behavior, and to express his hope that the situation would not prevent us from attending any parties in the future. I don't think it will. I think we will give it one more try, and if he cannot contain his volatility next time, then we will give it up and find other people to socialize with. I spent the better part of Sunday trying not to throw up. I still felt drunk from the night before, and horribly hungover in every way. I was feeling crappy, so I wanted to go somewhere crappy and gross that I had never been before - and we settled on Applebee's. It was every bit as god-awful as I thought it would be, and I still do not remember precisely why we decided to go there. It's not funny to go somewhere and pay for movie theatre quality food. We might as well gone to Chili's for that. We spent most of the day napping and doing nothing. For dinner we had McDonalds - in keeping with the shitty food theme. I do not eat fast food, so my kid's meal chicken nuggets were quite a treat. we ended the night by playing Wii golf and now I am back at work and this was the longest entry ever.
If you have made it this far - kudos to you.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
We went to lights in the heights last weekend and had a grand ol' time. I think I might have enjoyed it a little more if I hadn't drank so much. I barely remember any of the lights, and I am pretty sure that is the whole point. Either way, it was a lot of fun, as you can see.
I drunkenly interrupted this santa while he was talking to someone so that he could take a picture with me. He was a good sport.
I bought these obnoxious blinking Christmas bulb earrings specifically for this occasion. I love them and I plan to wear them every day until christmas. What?
We are cheesetastic and you love it.
I got a my bangs cut today, because it was about time that I did something remotely stylish with myself. I am pretty excited about them.
I haven't cut my hair in ages, and now it is insanely long. I know that at some point, probably very soon, it will become TOO long, and I will have to do something about it. The prospect of that makes me sad.
I drunkenly interrupted this santa while he was talking to someone so that he could take a picture with me. He was a good sport.
I bought these obnoxious blinking Christmas bulb earrings specifically for this occasion. I love them and I plan to wear them every day until christmas. What?
We are cheesetastic and you love it.
I got a my bangs cut today, because it was about time that I did something remotely stylish with myself. I am pretty excited about them.
I haven't cut my hair in ages, and now it is insanely long. I know that at some point, probably very soon, it will become TOO long, and I will have to do something about it. The prospect of that makes me sad.This weekend will be full of family get-togethers - and Sunday we are going to Santa's Wonderland and OHMYHOLYGODx0958946524789075389 I am excited.
Christmastime festivities are in full swing at our house. Yours truly has been baking sugar cookies on a daily basis, and there are many presents under the tree. Unfortunately, none of those presents are for my lovely husband. Mostly, they are just for me. How does this make me feel? Crappy.
I am off all next week, and I fully intend to make some Christmas awesome happen for the darling man I am so fortunate to be married to. Along with all of this awesome-making I will be scrubbing floors and cleaning cabinets and painting rooms and just in general craptastic business in preparation for the big day.
AND COOKIES! Ginger snaps and sugar cookies and peppermint bark and haystacks OHMY
I am off all next week, and I fully intend to make some Christmas awesome happen for the darling man I am so fortunate to be married to. Along with all of this awesome-making I will be scrubbing floors and cleaning cabinets and painting rooms and just in general craptastic business in preparation for the big day.
AND COOKIES! Ginger snaps and sugar cookies and peppermint bark and haystacks OHMY
Thursday, December 18, 2008
If you do not like opinions that may conflict with your own, please leave now and protect thy precious sensibilities.
Do you want to know what really pisses me off? What really just gets on my nerves? What really "grinds my gears" as Peter Griffin would say?
People who allow their young children to push the shopping cart at the grocery store. Yeah, it's really cute and everything - but you know what isn't cute? Busting your ass to get to the grocery store in five o'clock traffic just to beat the rush and getting to the store only to realize that every parent with an elementary-aged child has beaten you there and the aisles are all blocked and you want to cut your head off because all you really want to do is get home to make dinner. Why are the aisles all blocked? Because kids have no effing idea of what is going on around them, nor do they care.
Why am I a champion asshole for posting this?
1. I can remember how unreasonably awesome it felt when I was a kid and my mom let me push the shopping cart. It was fantastic! I mean, I wanted to go to the grocery store just so I could take the helm.
2. I know that when I have children that they will be pushing the shopping cart if they want to because of reason number one.
Do you want to know what really pisses me off? What really just gets on my nerves? What really "grinds my gears" as Peter Griffin would say?
People who allow their young children to push the shopping cart at the grocery store. Yeah, it's really cute and everything - but you know what isn't cute? Busting your ass to get to the grocery store in five o'clock traffic just to beat the rush and getting to the store only to realize that every parent with an elementary-aged child has beaten you there and the aisles are all blocked and you want to cut your head off because all you really want to do is get home to make dinner. Why are the aisles all blocked? Because kids have no effing idea of what is going on around them, nor do they care.
Why am I a champion asshole for posting this?
1. I can remember how unreasonably awesome it felt when I was a kid and my mom let me push the shopping cart. It was fantastic! I mean, I wanted to go to the grocery store just so I could take the helm.
2. I know that when I have children that they will be pushing the shopping cart if they want to because of reason number one.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
It snowed last night, dear internet. I was really super extremely excited about this, as evidenced by the photos below. I wanted to blog about it last night, but seven glasses of champagne left me barely able to form coherent sentences, let alone type them. All I can say is that yesterday was magical, and I have several references to support this.
First, I woke up to a lovely and freezing cold morning. There are few things that put me in a lovelier mood than winter weather. I got a starbucks and went into the office to a laid back day where I finished many things that I really needed to get done with uncommon ease.
Then, my mama called me to see if I was able to get away for our annual “just us girls” holiday lunch at the Ashland House – and of course I was. We had a fantastic lunch and mama gave my sister and I Christmas money.
At 3:30 I headed over to Hotel Icon for the HALRA holiday happy hour where I won two $100 gift cards to two of mine and Cory’s favorite restaurants, plus a $50 gift card to a restaurant we’ve never been to before. I drank champagne and visited with my fellow HALRA ladies and it was super fun. On the way home it was snowing and I thought I just might expire from the excitement so I drunk dialed my mom and told her all about it.
When I got home it was still pretty early, and Cory was stoked about the Fleming’s card since he has been recommending that we go for weeks – and going for almost free is even better! We went to Fleming’s where I drank even more champagne and Cory got his steak on and when we got to the front to wait for the valet there was SNOW EVERYWHERE! HOLY SHIT it was awesome. The hostess took our picture, which I greatly appreciate.
First, I woke up to a lovely and freezing cold morning. There are few things that put me in a lovelier mood than winter weather. I got a starbucks and went into the office to a laid back day where I finished many things that I really needed to get done with uncommon ease.
Then, my mama called me to see if I was able to get away for our annual “just us girls” holiday lunch at the Ashland House – and of course I was. We had a fantastic lunch and mama gave my sister and I Christmas money.
At 3:30 I headed over to Hotel Icon for the HALRA holiday happy hour where I won two $100 gift cards to two of mine and Cory’s favorite restaurants, plus a $50 gift card to a restaurant we’ve never been to before. I drank champagne and visited with my fellow HALRA ladies and it was super fun. On the way home it was snowing and I thought I just might expire from the excitement so I drunk dialed my mom and told her all about it.
When I got home it was still pretty early, and Cory was stoked about the Fleming’s card since he has been recommending that we go for weeks – and going for almost free is even better! We went to Fleming’s where I drank even more champagne and Cory got his steak on and when we got to the front to wait for the valet there was SNOW EVERYWHERE! HOLY SHIT it was awesome. The hostess took our picture, which I greatly appreciate.
At home there was snow everywhere so I changed my shoes and jacket and mister and I went for a late night walk where we threw snowballs at each other and made snow angels and just totally had a blast.
Internet, why can’t every day be like yesterday?
I could not sleep at all last night because I drank too much, but I was long overdue for a mid-week bender anyway - so I am keeping a sense of humor about it. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
How do I feel today? Aside from hella hungover and tired and wind-burned in the face?
EFFING FESTIVE.
YAY YAY YAY YAY for winter weather and amazing families and husbands and friends and free food and just general loveliness. I am a lucky gal.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
A couple of weeks ago, I used the search feature on my DVR to find all shows that include the words "Christmas," "Frosty," "Rudolph," "Charlie Brown," "Home Alone" and "Santa" and will be coming on in the near future. I then scheduled each of these shows to record at their scheduled times. It's neat because when I get home in the evening, I always have something fun and Christmasy to watch. Last night it recorded Home Alone and A Charlie Brown Christmas while we watched Fred Claus - dear internet, my husband will likely be considering homicide before this season is over.
Huzzah!
Another thing, I LOVE hot chocolate AND eggnog SO. VERY. MUCH. but when it comes down to it I always go with the eggnog on account of the whiskey. It JUST occurred to me, TODAY - after 23 years of life - that you can also spike hot chocolate. WTF?! This solves a very troublesome dilemma for me: when I want to get a little tipsy I will drink hot chocolate. When I want to get hella noggy I will drink egg nog. PROBLEM SOLVED!
A few weeks ago, my mom went out and bought herself an xbox 360 and it came with Kung Fu Panda and Indiana Jones. This morning when I called her she was very upset because she could not find her her Kung Fu Panda game and she had looked everywhere for it and she was sure that someone had borrowed it without asking and "this is always what happens when I get something for myself" and so on. This afternoon when I was walking to the parking garage she called me. This is how our conversation went:
mama: "Guess what!? Zoe found Kung Fu Panda!"
me: "Wow, mom, that's great! Where did she find it?"
mama: "Well, Indiana Jones and Kung Fu Panda come in the same case, they are just double sided"
me: "what?"
mama: "Indiana Jones was laying on the coffee table and when she flipped it over it was Kung Fu Panda."
me: "I love you mama."
Enter another 30 minutes of moment to moment recount of all the places she looked for it, and how she called Blockbuster and everything and now she has it and it was there all the time!
I absolutely adore my mama - SO.EFFING.MUCH.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
So far my plan of not planning things is working out pretty well. I have known for a while that I wanted to paint Cory's studio for him as a surprise, but I decided I would not make any definite plans to do so in the near future, just in case. This morning when I woke up I got in my car and drove to lowe's where I bought a can of red paint and came home to get started.
I am very pleased that I made it happen, but I had no idea that painting red walls would be such a huge pain in the neck! I used the entire gallon and painted two coats and I still need at least another two coats to make it look finished. OH. WELL. He was still surprised and excited, and that was the whole point.
We are watching the Thirteenth Warrior now, and it is making me want to drink mead out of a horn.
Things I am looking forward to in the near future:
goodnight!
I am very pleased that I made it happen, but I had no idea that painting red walls would be such a huge pain in the neck! I used the entire gallon and painted two coats and I still need at least another two coats to make it look finished. OH. WELL. He was still surprised and excited, and that was the whole point.
We are watching the Thirteenth Warrior now, and it is making me want to drink mead out of a horn.
Things I am looking forward to in the near future:
- getting breakfast at house of pies in the morning
- watching our little niece sing in her Christmas pageant (a planned thing for Friday that didn't happen)
goodnight!
Friday, December 05, 2008
Do you know why I should never plan anything in advance? Because that is a sure-fire way to ensure that whatever it is I was planning to do never comes to fruition.
"Busting out the ol' sewing machine and making a mess" quickly degenerated to "sitting around in my undies re-reading Twilight for the third time by the light of the Christmas tree." Fortunately, my mama and Zoe stopped by and took me out of the house for Viet food - otherwise I was planning on a meal of scrambled egg whites and a kiwi (I haven't been grocery shopping in a while.)
I had jury duty today, and I was not selected. I was kind of bummed about it, because it was a pretty big, worthy-of-a-life-sentence sort of a case. I guess I am kind of relieved because it was about a guy putting a young child in scalding water causing serious bodily injury - I am not sure how objective you can be about scalding children.
Anyway, I got out at two and decided not to go back to work. I seriously need to go to the grocery store because I am not sure how much longer I can survive on raisins and wine and peanut butter. Also, I have no detergent to wash my dishes or food to feed my cats.
Where is my husband in all of this? Working. That's where. However, tonight we are going to see our little niece sing in a Christmas pageant at her church and I am pretty positive it is going to be hella-adorable - provided I don't burst into flames upon entry : )
Happy Friday!
P.S. I hate the Jackson 5 - I'm just throwing that out there.
"Busting out the ol' sewing machine and making a mess" quickly degenerated to "sitting around in my undies re-reading Twilight for the third time by the light of the Christmas tree." Fortunately, my mama and Zoe stopped by and took me out of the house for Viet food - otherwise I was planning on a meal of scrambled egg whites and a kiwi (I haven't been grocery shopping in a while.)
I had jury duty today, and I was not selected. I was kind of bummed about it, because it was a pretty big, worthy-of-a-life-sentence sort of a case. I guess I am kind of relieved because it was about a guy putting a young child in scalding water causing serious bodily injury - I am not sure how objective you can be about scalding children.
Anyway, I got out at two and decided not to go back to work. I seriously need to go to the grocery store because I am not sure how much longer I can survive on raisins and wine and peanut butter. Also, I have no detergent to wash my dishes or food to feed my cats.
Where is my husband in all of this? Working. That's where. However, tonight we are going to see our little niece sing in a Christmas pageant at her church and I am pretty positive it is going to be hella-adorable - provided I don't burst into flames upon entry : )
Happy Friday!
P.S. I hate the Jackson 5 - I'm just throwing that out there.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
It's Thursday around 2 PM and I am at the office. What should I be doing? Split-billing before the end of the year gets too close. Split-billing that I have been putting off since Monday. What am I doing instead? Blogging. What are you gonna do, right?
Tonight Cory has to work late so I am going to bust out the ol' sewing machine and make a mess. I am pretty stoked about this, and I am really hoping that I will be able to create a couple of things that are giftable and not just god-awful.
Additionally - and a tad last minute I might add - we have decided to send out campy photo Christmas cards. None of our family members really have any photos of us, so even though we do not have the excuse of children to justify such a maneuver - we are going for it.
I am getting to work now.
Tonight Cory has to work late so I am going to bust out the ol' sewing machine and make a mess. I am pretty stoked about this, and I am really hoping that I will be able to create a couple of things that are giftable and not just god-awful.
Additionally - and a tad last minute I might add - we have decided to send out campy photo Christmas cards. None of our family members really have any photos of us, so even though we do not have the excuse of children to justify such a maneuver - we are going for it.
I am getting to work now.
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