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Monday, October 15, 2007
Whoever Said Orange is the New Pink is Seriously Deranged.
MTV did possibly the coolest thing ever this weekend. They showed "Legally Blonde: The Musical" this weekend. The Broadway show...the whole thing.
I DVR'd it.
I also watched it 3 times.
And downloaded the soundtrack.
And now I know all of the songs by heart.
I am a huge dork. But it was totally worth it.
I swear to you that it's not a bad show. I'm a total theatre snob. And only watched it (the first time) to say that I've seen it. But then I got hooked.
The music is totally catchy and Laura Bell Bundy is my new hero.
Here's the Bend and Snap! Enjoy!
*kisses*
I DVR'd it.
I also watched it 3 times.
And downloaded the soundtrack.
And now I know all of the songs by heart.
I am a huge dork. But it was totally worth it.
I swear to you that it's not a bad show. I'm a total theatre snob. And only watched it (the first time) to say that I've seen it. But then I got hooked.
The music is totally catchy and Laura Bell Bundy is my new hero.
Here's the Bend and Snap! Enjoy!
*kisses*
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Arg!
Why is it that sometimes it feels like technology was invented to rule the world?
I swear some technological items are smarter than us...well maybe not smarter, but they are definitely intelligent.
Case and Point:
In my job I have to perform some remedial tasks. One of these "tasks" is to input addresses and names into a stock cover letter and print a corresponding envelope. It's easy to do but time consuming because you have to change all references in the stock cover letter and if you're like me, you know human, you make mistakes from time to time. So then you waste the "good paper" having to reprint it correctly.
The only Godsend in all of this is that Microsoft Word has that handy envelopes and labels tool that will pull the address from the letter so that you don't have to retype it. It's wonderful.
Until it stopped pulling it from the letter. After a few choice words I finally figured out that if I highlighted the text I want to put on the envelope the envelopes and labels tool would work like it's supposed to.
Except that's not working like it's supposed to. It's almost like Microsoft Word recognized that I wasn't doing just a few of these, I was doing more like 50. So it said to itself "How can I mess with her mind and spirit?"
NOT COOL Microsoft Word. It's already mind numbing enough. you really didn't have to add that extra little step. But thanks. It's awesome.
Alright, enough bitching, back to it.
*kisses*
I swear some technological items are smarter than us...well maybe not smarter, but they are definitely intelligent.
Case and Point:
In my job I have to perform some remedial tasks. One of these "tasks" is to input addresses and names into a stock cover letter and print a corresponding envelope. It's easy to do but time consuming because you have to change all references in the stock cover letter and if you're like me, you know human, you make mistakes from time to time. So then you waste the "good paper" having to reprint it correctly.
The only Godsend in all of this is that Microsoft Word has that handy envelopes and labels tool that will pull the address from the letter so that you don't have to retype it. It's wonderful.
Until it stopped pulling it from the letter. After a few choice words I finally figured out that if I highlighted the text I want to put on the envelope the envelopes and labels tool would work like it's supposed to.
Except that's not working like it's supposed to. It's almost like Microsoft Word recognized that I wasn't doing just a few of these, I was doing more like 50. So it said to itself "How can I mess with her mind and spirit?"
NOT COOL Microsoft Word. It's already mind numbing enough. you really didn't have to add that extra little step. But thanks. It's awesome.
Alright, enough bitching, back to it.
*kisses*
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
2 for 1
I know, shocking.
La has been blogging about candy corn recently and I decided that I must have some for myself so during lunch my sister and I headed to Kroger for some candy corn and Starbucks. MMM pumpkin spice frapp...yummy.
Cut to 2 hours later...
THIS:
VERY QUICKLY TURNS INTO THIS:
*kisses*
La has been blogging about candy corn recently and I decided that I must have some for myself so during lunch my sister and I headed to Kroger for some candy corn and Starbucks. MMM pumpkin spice frapp...yummy.
Cut to 2 hours later...
THIS:
VERY QUICKLY TURNS INTO THIS:
*kisses*
Chaps my ass...
Today is the first day we begin accepting applications for our 2008 programs. I am going to be one busy lady today, I hope.
Yesterday I alerted my blog friend Molly to a trivia contest that popsugar holds every Tuesday at 3 (eastern time). It's always a pop culture trivia game and this week it was to be Friends trivia. Knowing that Molly is a whiz kid when it comes to Friends trivia I let her know and then joined the game to watch and see the carnage.
Unfortunately there was no carnage because this week's game, and maybe it's like this every week (I've only participated in a few games and haven't done so lately)but this week it felt like the chat room where they send you to play the game was filled with 13 year olds. Maybe it was or maybe it was filled with annoying assholes.
I hate people that talk just to hear themselves talk, so I guess I would likewise hate people who chat to see themselves chat. There were petty fights breaking out. There were people asking questions and confusing other players in the chatroom (basically the moderator counts down to a question so that everyone has a chance to prepare. But there were some dillholes who were knowingly confusing newcomers, and that's not cool). There was even some idiot who kept typing the same thing over and over again.
I'm just done with all of the immaturity out there nowadays. Grow up people. You people are the same people who ride my ass aren't you? The people that are so far up my ass on the highway that I can taste your bumper. Why is it that these people will continually endanger themselves when it's impossible for me to get over? When I have a semi to my right, the shoulder to my left, and some idiot in front of me going 50 in a 65 zone...let me just say it's impossible for me to get over.
So I'm annoyed today...what annoys you?
*kisses*
Yesterday I alerted my blog friend Molly to a trivia contest that popsugar holds every Tuesday at 3 (eastern time). It's always a pop culture trivia game and this week it was to be Friends trivia. Knowing that Molly is a whiz kid when it comes to Friends trivia I let her know and then joined the game to watch and see the carnage.
Unfortunately there was no carnage because this week's game, and maybe it's like this every week (I've only participated in a few games and haven't done so lately)but this week it felt like the chat room where they send you to play the game was filled with 13 year olds. Maybe it was or maybe it was filled with annoying assholes.
I hate people that talk just to hear themselves talk, so I guess I would likewise hate people who chat to see themselves chat. There were petty fights breaking out. There were people asking questions and confusing other players in the chatroom (basically the moderator counts down to a question so that everyone has a chance to prepare. But there were some dillholes who were knowingly confusing newcomers, and that's not cool). There was even some idiot who kept typing the same thing over and over again.
I'm just done with all of the immaturity out there nowadays. Grow up people. You people are the same people who ride my ass aren't you? The people that are so far up my ass on the highway that I can taste your bumper. Why is it that these people will continually endanger themselves when it's impossible for me to get over? When I have a semi to my right, the shoulder to my left, and some idiot in front of me going 50 in a 65 zone...let me just say it's impossible for me to get over.
So I'm annoyed today...what annoys you?
*kisses*
Monday, October 8, 2007
Um yeah...
First things first...
To my wonderful friend Margarita...
Glitter Graphics & Comments
That's right folks, it's her birthday so go leave her some birthday love. Just try to ignore her shoe fetish :) I keed, I keed.
In other news. Have I ever let you guys in on how Husband and I got together?
I mean besides working customer service for the same company...
When we met (over hot wings and Batman Spagettios in the break room) I told him some very important, seal the deal information.
I love Journey (I totally own Steve Perry's greatest hits, Oh Sherrie? come on, best 80's song ever and I totally fell in love with it when it was on pop up video)
Come on.. that's awesome!
Also, I LOVE BASEBALL. All baseball, except f**k the Yankees!
And um, the freaking Cleveland Indians beat their asses last night.
Ok techinically I'm a Reds fan but at this point I can root for any Ohio team in the Post Season.
Although sadly this means they will be up against the Red Sox and we all know what that means...2006 World Series ending all over again. Which is totally cool with me since it means the Yankees don't win again. I mean seriously why is it expected that the effing Yankees should win every season. Especially since...
JETER SUCKS!
*kisses*
To my wonderful friend Margarita...
Glitter Graphics & Comments
That's right folks, it's her birthday so go leave her some birthday love. Just try to ignore her shoe fetish :) I keed, I keed.
In other news. Have I ever let you guys in on how Husband and I got together?
I mean besides working customer service for the same company...
When we met (over hot wings and Batman Spagettios in the break room) I told him some very important, seal the deal information.
I love Journey (I totally own Steve Perry's greatest hits, Oh Sherrie? come on, best 80's song ever and I totally fell in love with it when it was on pop up video)
Come on.. that's awesome!
Also, I LOVE BASEBALL. All baseball, except f**k the Yankees!
And um, the freaking Cleveland Indians beat their asses last night.
Ok techinically I'm a Reds fan but at this point I can root for any Ohio team in the Post Season.
Although sadly this means they will be up against the Red Sox and we all know what that means...2006 World Series ending all over again. Which is totally cool with me since it means the Yankees don't win again. I mean seriously why is it expected that the effing Yankees should win every season. Especially since...
JETER SUCKS!
*kisses*
Good Morning
You guys, I actually woke up and got out of bed when my alarm clock went off this morning. Meaning my snooze button was not utilized for the first time in weeks. Trust me, I'm as shocked as you are.
I actually had quite the relaxing weekend. Aside from the splitting headache I woke up with Sunday morning. Boo headaches.
Husband had to work Saturday morning and his getting ready woke me up around 8 and I of course couldn't fall back asleep. So I got up, showered, and headed to my grandmother's to pick up her laundry. I chatted with her for a while, she's doing so well. Her mood has changed. She's much happier and perkier. I'm really happy about it. I don't know what changed but I'm glad it did.
So I got back and started her wash (or "warsh" as she says.) and headed over to our friend's house with Ozzy b/c he really needed a bath. 2 hours later, both of us soaking wet, smelling like wet dog and my leg adorned with a new bruised from the lead Ozzy was chained to, we headed home.
Then I got to go furniture shopping with Casey. Then I just had to go to Old Navy since some lip gloss was left in one of my pockets and ruined some of husband's shirts.
Husband got off of work and we had a very nice, relaxing evening made complete by the best episode of SNL in years.
Sadly, like I said, I woke up with a splitting headache Sunday morning. So husband and I lounged around for a while. Then we braved it enough to take Grandma's laundry back. Even husband noticed the change in her. Which is just awesome.
I love relaxing weekends. Weekends that provide what weekends are supposed to.
What did you do this weekend?
*kisses*
I actually had quite the relaxing weekend. Aside from the splitting headache I woke up with Sunday morning. Boo headaches.
Husband had to work Saturday morning and his getting ready woke me up around 8 and I of course couldn't fall back asleep. So I got up, showered, and headed to my grandmother's to pick up her laundry. I chatted with her for a while, she's doing so well. Her mood has changed. She's much happier and perkier. I'm really happy about it. I don't know what changed but I'm glad it did.
So I got back and started her wash (or "warsh" as she says.) and headed over to our friend's house with Ozzy b/c he really needed a bath. 2 hours later, both of us soaking wet, smelling like wet dog and my leg adorned with a new bruised from the lead Ozzy was chained to, we headed home.
Then I got to go furniture shopping with Casey. Then I just had to go to Old Navy since some lip gloss was left in one of my pockets and ruined some of husband's shirts.
Husband got off of work and we had a very nice, relaxing evening made complete by the best episode of SNL in years.
Sadly, like I said, I woke up with a splitting headache Sunday morning. So husband and I lounged around for a while. Then we braved it enough to take Grandma's laundry back. Even husband noticed the change in her. Which is just awesome.
I love relaxing weekends. Weekends that provide what weekends are supposed to.
What did you do this weekend?
*kisses*
Friday, October 5, 2007
What's in a Name?
Since the creation of Google, I'm sure everyone has used it for the same thing at least once.
You've totally Googled yourself haven't you? Don't lie. We can all admit it. I have even Googled my new married name. (like anything would come up!)
So when I Google my full name I get some pretty normal hits and my name shows up a couple of times on that first page. I'm not the first hit mind you, but I'm still there.
Well in my many hours of boredom lately (when I'm at home pining away for my husband who always has to work nights) I decided "I should just Google my nickname and see how many pages I have to click through to find me!
So I Googled "Mim" and in 0.24 seconds Google had found 46,700,000 sites that had the word "Mim" somewhere on them.
I click through the first page taking the time to notice that the very first hit (and therefore most important website featuring "Mim" is the "Maoist Internationalist Movement." Super!
I click through some more pages and get to page 14 (still nothing that actually references me). On page 14 you will find "Madame Mim, Drag Queen." I actually only clicked on this link b/c the header only said "Mim". And to be technical, I'm not sure if this is a drag queen but she (he?) certainly looks like it.
Scrolling through some more pages I get to page 35 and a person on blogger named "Mim". That's got to be me, right?
Nope, it's a woman in her 50's. That's ok, I'm bound to be here somewhere...
Page 37--"Sharing Him with Mim". A story about getting someone's mean spirited Mother in Law to find God.
Page 61--A personal favorite..."Gay Travel by Mim"
Page 69--Musical Instruments Museum in Brussels.
Page 75--The Mim Hotel in Istanbul, Turkey
Page 100--You can't search anymore. I guess Google thinks that most people who have given up by then...I still want more...so...
I Google "Miriam"
Page 1-Hit 1--Miriam, Moses' sister. It's a Wikipedia site.
Hit 2--Merriam Webster Dictionary. I'm sorry didn't I clearly type in "Miriam"? Why then would you give me a hit for Merriam? (This has been a pet peeve of mine for years)
Page 2--A hit for a UK TV show "There's Something About Miriam" A dating show with a twist! the beautiful Miriam is actually a man! And none of the male contestants know...isn't that hysterical? They're bringing this show to the US...can't wait for those jokes to start.
Page 43--Miriam Christine vocal downloads. Now this one really caught my attention because Christine used to be my middle name...weird. And no I didn't listen to any of her music. She's a name stealer :)
Page 54--Miriam Restaurant 79 5th Ave Brooklyn New York. Hey! I have a restaurant! Ooh and it's Greek food. i must go the next time I'm up there.
After page 90 I had to stop looking b/c it starts getting dirty...really dirty.
So, sadly after two night of perusing Google for any sign of me, my websites, my accomplishments...I find nothing. I guess I should stick to using my full name from now on.
Although, I will check again next week to see if this post is in there. I think I used the names enough!
*kisses*
You've totally Googled yourself haven't you? Don't lie. We can all admit it. I have even Googled my new married name. (like anything would come up!)
So when I Google my full name I get some pretty normal hits and my name shows up a couple of times on that first page. I'm not the first hit mind you, but I'm still there.
Well in my many hours of boredom lately (when I'm at home pining away for my husband who always has to work nights) I decided "I should just Google my nickname and see how many pages I have to click through to find me!
So I Googled "Mim" and in 0.24 seconds Google had found 46,700,000 sites that had the word "Mim" somewhere on them.
I click through the first page taking the time to notice that the very first hit (and therefore most important website featuring "Mim" is the "Maoist Internationalist Movement." Super!
I click through some more pages and get to page 14 (still nothing that actually references me). On page 14 you will find "Madame Mim, Drag Queen." I actually only clicked on this link b/c the header only said "Mim". And to be technical, I'm not sure if this is a drag queen but she (he?) certainly looks like it.
Scrolling through some more pages I get to page 35 and a person on blogger named "Mim". That's got to be me, right?
Nope, it's a woman in her 50's. That's ok, I'm bound to be here somewhere...
Page 37--"Sharing Him with Mim". A story about getting someone's mean spirited Mother in Law to find God.
Page 61--A personal favorite..."Gay Travel by Mim"
Page 69--Musical Instruments Museum in Brussels.
Page 75--The Mim Hotel in Istanbul, Turkey
Page 100--You can't search anymore. I guess Google thinks that most people who have given up by then...I still want more...so...
I Google "Miriam"
Page 1-Hit 1--Miriam, Moses' sister. It's a Wikipedia site.
Hit 2--Merriam Webster Dictionary. I'm sorry didn't I clearly type in "Miriam"? Why then would you give me a hit for Merriam? (This has been a pet peeve of mine for years)
Page 2--A hit for a UK TV show "There's Something About Miriam" A dating show with a twist! the beautiful Miriam is actually a man! And none of the male contestants know...isn't that hysterical? They're bringing this show to the US...can't wait for those jokes to start.
Page 43--Miriam Christine vocal downloads. Now this one really caught my attention because Christine used to be my middle name...weird. And no I didn't listen to any of her music. She's a name stealer :)
Page 54--Miriam Restaurant 79 5th Ave Brooklyn New York. Hey! I have a restaurant! Ooh and it's Greek food. i must go the next time I'm up there.
After page 90 I had to stop looking b/c it starts getting dirty...really dirty.
So, sadly after two night of perusing Google for any sign of me, my websites, my accomplishments...I find nothing. I guess I should stick to using my full name from now on.
Although, I will check again next week to see if this post is in there. I think I used the names enough!
*kisses*
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Married Life Volume 3
I need to stop eating tacos.
Every time I make tacos for dinner I say strange things to my husband.
Last night he tried to hold me as he fell asleep and apparently gave him a mean look and told him "No! You can't." He kept trying to find out why he couldn't and I just kept saying "You just can't" until I told him I need to stop eating tacos before bed.
Also I was being attacked by a spiderweb.
Other than that I've got some random things for you this morning...
Every time I make tacos for dinner I say strange things to my husband.
Last night he tried to hold me as he fell asleep and apparently gave him a mean look and told him "No! You can't." He kept trying to find out why he couldn't and I just kept saying "You just can't" until I told him I need to stop eating tacos before bed.
Also I was being attacked by a spiderweb.
Other than that I've got some random things for you this morning...
- You know how commercials seem like they're really long when you're sitting on the couch? Well it turns out they're 20 times as long when you decide to do crunches on your exercise ball during them.
- Yep! I worked out last night!
- Pushing Daisies ROCKED! It had a Big Fish feel to it. I think it's wonderful and will continue to watch.
- The Bionic Woman was a little better last night. But it's weird that this week the acting was better than the story line. I'm giving it one more week to sync up before I call it quits on that show.
- I GOT MY WEDDING RING BACK! YAY! And they connected them for me so hopefully it won't break again.
- Husband has today and tomorrow off, works a day shift on Saturday and is off Sunday and Monday! I'm very excited. Since we've been married we haven't been able to spend so many evenings together. Tonight I'm making Chicken Teryaki along with homemade white sauce. For the white sauce recipe please visit here.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Blah
I feel so...blah.
For some reason lately, I have trouble caring. All I want to do is come home and curl up on the couch. Which I do and quite honestly, enjoy very much.
But I hate feeling blah. There's no point and things suffer because of it.
#1 thing that suffers from my blah-ness? My weight. Every Tuesday night I sit in front of my TV, drinking, watching the Biggest Loser and crying. I cry because these people really want to make a difference in their lives. They want to live longer, see their children grow up, shop at a normal store, whatever. But every season one of the contestants says something that strikes me..."it was just easier to be fat"
Damn. They're right. It is so much easier to not care. To be lazy. To stop at the drive thru instead of making something healthy.
I always have healthy things in the house. This doesn't mean I make a beeline for them when I'm bored and want to munch. That's my biggest weakness. Boredom. When I'm bored I eat. When I'm upset, I eat. When I'm blah, I eat.
So I'm done with that. Starting tonight, I'm doing it. I won't say "I'm too tired, I'll do it later."
I have 8 million workouts DVD's and an exercise ball. I'm going to start using them.
I guess I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
The only problem is...besides Husband...who is going to hold me accountable?
*kisses*
For some reason lately, I have trouble caring. All I want to do is come home and curl up on the couch. Which I do and quite honestly, enjoy very much.
But I hate feeling blah. There's no point and things suffer because of it.
#1 thing that suffers from my blah-ness? My weight. Every Tuesday night I sit in front of my TV, drinking, watching the Biggest Loser and crying. I cry because these people really want to make a difference in their lives. They want to live longer, see their children grow up, shop at a normal store, whatever. But every season one of the contestants says something that strikes me..."it was just easier to be fat"
Damn. They're right. It is so much easier to not care. To be lazy. To stop at the drive thru instead of making something healthy.
I always have healthy things in the house. This doesn't mean I make a beeline for them when I'm bored and want to munch. That's my biggest weakness. Boredom. When I'm bored I eat. When I'm upset, I eat. When I'm blah, I eat.
So I'm done with that. Starting tonight, I'm doing it. I won't say "I'm too tired, I'll do it later."
I have 8 million workouts DVD's and an exercise ball. I'm going to start using them.
I guess I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
The only problem is...besides Husband...who is going to hold me accountable?
*kisses*
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
I wonder...
- Why you can't hear your phone ring but you can always hear the annoying beep, that indicates you've missed a call? Is it set to a different volume?
- Why it is legal to not use your turn signal in the state of North Carolina? That's right, in good ol' NC you don't have to use your turn signal if you don't want to. This explains why people don't use them. Husband and I always joke that you have to pay more for turn signals in your car. Kind of like how you have to pay more for an automatic versus a standard car. If you ride with us you'll alway hear us remark that apparently that car doesn't come with turn signals. I also honk at them. They are there for a reason...be safe!
- (Also, speaking of cars and annoying drivers) Why do some people come to complete stop to turn right? There is no need other than wanting to cause an accident.
- What if the crock pot dinner I'm making doesn't come out right and I've wasted two whole chicken breasts? (NOTE TO HUSBAND: please turn on the crock pot to the low setting. I love you.) (also, this is my first time making a crock pot dinner so it wouldn't be that bad if I messed it up. We could chalk it up to trial and error)
- Why is Fall such a wonderful time of year? Really, it's beautiful here. Husband can we take a drive through the Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway? If we can, I'll take you to the zoo. :)
That's all. I'm just curious. If you have some answers or insights, I'd love to hear them.
*kisses*
Monday, October 1, 2007
I love it
So I'm a couple of days into tracking people with site meter and Google analytics (thanks ADW). I must say, it's pretty awesome.
Thanks for your comments. It's nice to know that the people whose blogs I stalk, also stalk mine.
Sadly, I have a retort to one of them...this one:
Also, I'm sick and I get really cranky when I'm sick. Especially since I was just sick. When I'm sick, husband spends half his time catering to me and the other half telling me I'm cranky when I'm sick. Which he only does b/c I bite his head off about once every 30 seconds. The other half a minute I spend whining about how I don't feel good.
(PS husband, you were really sweet to me last and I appreciate it. I'm sorry I can be so mean. It's the congestion talking, not me)
*kisses*
Thanks for your comments. It's nice to know that the people whose blogs I stalk, also stalk mine.
Sadly, I have a retort to one of them...this one:
Also, I'm sick and I get really cranky when I'm sick. Especially since I was just sick. When I'm sick, husband spends half his time catering to me and the other half telling me I'm cranky when I'm sick. Which he only does b/c I bite his head off about once every 30 seconds. The other half a minute I spend whining about how I don't feel good.
(PS husband, you were really sweet to me last and I appreciate it. I'm sorry I can be so mean. It's the congestion talking, not me)
*kisses*
Friday, September 28, 2007
Are You Stalking Me? Because That Would Be Super!
I set up a site meter. It's pretty cool. Except I just have the standard one so I don't think (or even better, am too stupid to figure out how) I can see how people are getting here from search engines. I may have to upgrade because my blog friends are continuously posting the strange search results for how people got to their blogs. Like go read ADW's post today, you'll spit out whatever you're drinking, I'm fairly certain.
All technology aside, site meter is awesome because I can see who's stalking my blog. And I say, if you're stalking me, at least leave me a damn comment. It's common courtesy people.
So I ask you, if you're stalking my blog...leave me a comment. Tell me who you are, who brought you here, and if you actually read my blog and enjoy it...let me know what you enjoy :)
Also, please help me figure out where the wackos are coming from. Do I need to upgrade? Because boo, they make you pay for that.
*kisses*
All technology aside, site meter is awesome because I can see who's stalking my blog. And I say, if you're stalking me, at least leave me a damn comment. It's common courtesy people.
So I ask you, if you're stalking my blog...leave me a comment. Tell me who you are, who brought you here, and if you actually read my blog and enjoy it...let me know what you enjoy :)
Also, please help me figure out where the wackos are coming from. Do I need to upgrade? Because boo, they make you pay for that.
*kisses*
Thursday, September 27, 2007
I'm so confused...
First, I spoke with Husband after he read yesterday's post and even he admits that it is likely that one of two things would happen:
1) You'd think I'm weird and stop reading my posts
2) You'd be offended and stop reading my posts
So in lieu of having people stop reading my posts, I will only indulge you, my loyal readers, with a couple of tidbits of information...
A couple of days ago, I was bored. (Husband has had to close pretty much every night since we've been married.) With such boredom comes strange ideas. So I did something that most people would be worried about. I, on the other hand proceeded to clean the kitchen, take Ozzy out, and clean the cats litter box before remembering the very strange and random thing I just did out of sheer boredom.
And that's all you get. :)
Margarita commented that she doesn't know how I got my blog name, Little Spoon. So here we go. Brace yourself b/c it is such a riveting story...
You know how when you're spooning with a significant other, one person is on the outside and one person is on the inside? Well I call that Big Spoon and Little Spoon respectively. Back before husband was fiance, he was just boyfriend and he would always ask me to come be his Little Spoon. And the nickname stuck. :)
I told you it was riveting.
But on to why I titled my post "I'm so confused"...
I watched The Bionic Woman last night. And it had a good story line but very bad acting. I'll watch it next week but if the actors don't get over their nervousness of being in a remake of a shitty 70's tv show, then I'm done.
I don't know how many of you saw the teaser they ran for the pilot about every 45 seconds on NBC this summer, but part of the premise is that there are 2 bionic women. A "good" one and a "bad" one.
Well the show opens, three years ago with the "bad" bionic woman killing about half of the staff at the medical facility where she was made/trained. So they have to kill her. And by kill her I mean, they shoot her, twice.
So I'm confused...you made her bionic...what makes you think that if you shoot her twice it will kill her? Obviously she's going to come back and be super pissed.
Hasn't anyone ever thought about, I don't know, maybe cutting the head off of something that can regenerate? I mean, they can regenerate from a cut or a broken arm, but I'm pretty sure that if you cut their head off, they die.
So my point is, (and I said this to my mother on the way to work this morning) if I ever come across a Bionic Woman or for an even better example, a vampire, and they have beef with me, I'd cut off their head.
That makes sense to me.
And my mother is very proud of me for knowing how to handle Bionic Women and Vampires.
*kisses*
1) You'd think I'm weird and stop reading my posts
2) You'd be offended and stop reading my posts
So in lieu of having people stop reading my posts, I will only indulge you, my loyal readers, with a couple of tidbits of information...
A couple of days ago, I was bored. (Husband has had to close pretty much every night since we've been married.) With such boredom comes strange ideas. So I did something that most people would be worried about. I, on the other hand proceeded to clean the kitchen, take Ozzy out, and clean the cats litter box before remembering the very strange and random thing I just did out of sheer boredom.
And that's all you get. :)
Margarita commented that she doesn't know how I got my blog name, Little Spoon. So here we go. Brace yourself b/c it is such a riveting story...
You know how when you're spooning with a significant other, one person is on the outside and one person is on the inside? Well I call that Big Spoon and Little Spoon respectively. Back before husband was fiance, he was just boyfriend and he would always ask me to come be his Little Spoon. And the nickname stuck. :)
I told you it was riveting.
But on to why I titled my post "I'm so confused"...
I watched The Bionic Woman last night. And it had a good story line but very bad acting. I'll watch it next week but if the actors don't get over their nervousness of being in a remake of a shitty 70's tv show, then I'm done.
I don't know how many of you saw the teaser they ran for the pilot about every 45 seconds on NBC this summer, but part of the premise is that there are 2 bionic women. A "good" one and a "bad" one.
Well the show opens, three years ago with the "bad" bionic woman killing about half of the staff at the medical facility where she was made/trained. So they have to kill her. And by kill her I mean, they shoot her, twice.
So I'm confused...you made her bionic...what makes you think that if you shoot her twice it will kill her? Obviously she's going to come back and be super pissed.
Hasn't anyone ever thought about, I don't know, maybe cutting the head off of something that can regenerate? I mean, they can regenerate from a cut or a broken arm, but I'm pretty sure that if you cut their head off, they die.
So my point is, (and I said this to my mother on the way to work this morning) if I ever come across a Bionic Woman or for an even better example, a vampire, and they have beef with me, I'd cut off their head.
That makes sense to me.
And my mother is very proud of me for knowing how to handle Bionic Women and Vampires.
*kisses*
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Husband wanted me to tell you a specific story about myself.
But I can't. And there are several reasons but there's really only one main reason...
It would let you in on how extremely weird I am.
And you know what? I like my blog friends. I don't want them scared off because I sometimes do weird things.
But this was a really weird thing for me to do.
And funny.
Oh well.
*kisses*
But I can't. And there are several reasons but there's really only one main reason...
It would let you in on how extremely weird I am.
And you know what? I like my blog friends. I don't want them scared off because I sometimes do weird things.
But this was a really weird thing for me to do.
And funny.
Oh well.
*kisses*
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
The latest fiasco...with some great news at the end!
So my wedding ring broke.
Yes, broke. I know, it is difficult to comprehend. I'm still in shock.
I woke up the day after my wedding and did the typical; I held my hand up to admire my new bling. Aaaaaand noticed that my baguettes were separating. I don't think I need to state how incredibly annoying this is.
But since this was the day after my wedding I decided that short of a diamond falling out of my wedding band, I could deal with it until it's bi-annual cleaning in January.
Then Sunday night, precisely 3 weeks after my nuptials, I was playing with my rings and felt some resistance. I held my ring up under a light and was shocked to discover that the band had split. Like a cheap, chintzy ring you purchased 3 for $5 at Claires.
I was furious for several reasons. The first being the obvious...it was Sunday night and there wasn't anything I could do about this. The second being, I was there when we purchased my wedding band. It's not cheap. Good thing we purchased all the insurance and warranty we could. Because, let's face it...I'm a klutz.
So after I sorted through my anger and sadness, I finally made peace with the fact that I had to part with my wedding ring. I did this by pouting to husband.
(Have I ever explained to you how freaking awesome my husband is? He says I'm spoiled rotten but if he's the spoiler, does he really have any right to judge?)
Husband added me as an authorized user on his jewelry store account so that I could get my ring shipped off to be repaired AND purchase a placeholder ring.
My sister finds it weird that I now have two wedding bands. But as my friends pointed out last night, since I purchased a plain white gold band (that once my real wedding ring is back will take up occupancy on my right hand) I will be able to wear a wedding ring to any event.
For example:
Fancy dinner party? Engagement and Wedding Ring
Camping (HAHAHA like I would go camping)? Plain band
Planning on running into a Psychotic ex? Bling Bling
Going to the Beach? Plain band.
Making up excuses for having two wedding bands is awesome!
Congratulations Molly!
*kisses*
Yes, broke. I know, it is difficult to comprehend. I'm still in shock.
I woke up the day after my wedding and did the typical; I held my hand up to admire my new bling. Aaaaaand noticed that my baguettes were separating. I don't think I need to state how incredibly annoying this is.
But since this was the day after my wedding I decided that short of a diamond falling out of my wedding band, I could deal with it until it's bi-annual cleaning in January.
Then Sunday night, precisely 3 weeks after my nuptials, I was playing with my rings and felt some resistance. I held my ring up under a light and was shocked to discover that the band had split. Like a cheap, chintzy ring you purchased 3 for $5 at Claires.
I was furious for several reasons. The first being the obvious...it was Sunday night and there wasn't anything I could do about this. The second being, I was there when we purchased my wedding band. It's not cheap. Good thing we purchased all the insurance and warranty we could. Because, let's face it...I'm a klutz.
So after I sorted through my anger and sadness, I finally made peace with the fact that I had to part with my wedding ring. I did this by pouting to husband.
(Have I ever explained to you how freaking awesome my husband is? He says I'm spoiled rotten but if he's the spoiler, does he really have any right to judge?)
Husband added me as an authorized user on his jewelry store account so that I could get my ring shipped off to be repaired AND purchase a placeholder ring.
My sister finds it weird that I now have two wedding bands. But as my friends pointed out last night, since I purchased a plain white gold band (that once my real wedding ring is back will take up occupancy on my right hand) I will be able to wear a wedding ring to any event.
For example:
Fancy dinner party? Engagement and Wedding Ring
Camping (HAHAHA like I would go camping)? Plain band
Planning on running into a Psychotic ex? Bling Bling
Going to the Beach? Plain band.
Making up excuses for having two wedding bands is awesome!
Congratulations Molly!
*kisses*
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Married Life: Volume 2
I'm not sure why all of my "Married Life" posts so far have revovled around my sleep habits. But apparently I'm a wacky sleeper. What follows is a re-telling of a conversation husband and I had Friday night. Bear in mind, I had already been alseep for a couple of hours...
Scene: I sit straight up in bed and start to frantically search around.
Husband: "What's wrong baby?"
Me: "I can't find it"
H: "What?"
M: "I can't find it. You know that thing."
H: (holding up remote) "You mean the remote? It's right here."
M: "No, the other thing. You know, its white?"
H: "What?"
M: (very exasperated) "THAT WHITE THING! You know, it closes bags and it's magnetic and hangs on the refridgerator."
H: (finally catching on that I'm sleeping) "The Euro-Sealer?"
M: "YES! Where is it?"
H: "I imagine it's on the refridgerator."
M: "Will you go check?"
H: "Sure." (5 seconds later, he didn't even bother getting out of bed) "Yes, it's still there."
M: "Good! Thank you. I love you. Goodnight."
H: "Good night baby."
Apparently, it's really cute when I do this. I'm glad he thinks so.
Also, don't ask. I have no idea what I was dreaming about that would involve the Euro-Sealer.
*kisses.
Scene: I sit straight up in bed and start to frantically search around.
Husband: "What's wrong baby?"
Me: "I can't find it"
H: "What?"
M: "I can't find it. You know that thing."
H: (holding up remote) "You mean the remote? It's right here."
M: "No, the other thing. You know, its white?"
H: "What?"
M: (very exasperated) "THAT WHITE THING! You know, it closes bags and it's magnetic and hangs on the refridgerator."
H: (finally catching on that I'm sleeping) "The Euro-Sealer?"
M: "YES! Where is it?"
H: "I imagine it's on the refridgerator."
M: "Will you go check?"
H: "Sure." (5 seconds later, he didn't even bother getting out of bed) "Yes, it's still there."
M: "Good! Thank you. I love you. Goodnight."
H: "Good night baby."
Apparently, it's really cute when I do this. I'm glad he thinks so.
Also, don't ask. I have no idea what I was dreaming about that would involve the Euro-Sealer.
*kisses.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
I'm...
***That's right folks. I'm actually in the middle of my busy season. (who knew I had a busy season?) Such bad timing too. I have so many wonderful pictures still waiting to be shown to you all. And I know you're all chomping at the bit to see them too.
I promise that one of these days I'll get around to regular posting again. And, I might even throw a new weekly post your way. But I need to make sure I can get enough info first.
I love you all.
*kisses*
***psst....that's a picture of a swamp. For those of you who are lucky enough to not know what one looks like.
I promise that one of these days I'll get around to regular posting again. And, I might even throw a new weekly post your way. But I need to make sure I can get enough info first.
I love you all.
*kisses*
***psst....that's a picture of a swamp. For those of you who are lucky enough to not know what one looks like.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
So Sorry...
I apologize for the lateness in posting today. I worked from home today and yes, husband I actually worked. Hence the 5pm posting.
I adore working from home. It means I don't have to come home and worry about chores. It means Mr. Ozzy can go to the bathroom more frequently. It also means I can do all the monotonous work that should have been done last week in front of reruns of Project Runway and reminiscing through the first season of Heroes. September 24 cannot come quickly enough. And yes, I'm totally aware that's only 6 days away. I have waited forever for the second season of Heroes, b/c in my book that show only has one direction to go towards...and that's up. (FRWYING MAN!)
What was the monotonous work that I did today you ask? Well we recently printed around 3000 postcards for work. We're in the middle of recruiting for next year. It wasn't until we received the 3000 postcards that we noticed instead of saying September 21st, they said September 21th. (The twenty firth is now a running joke between my friends.) So I spent the majority of my day taking a sharpie and marking out the TH.
But Mim, why did you have to do that from home...it seems like carrying a box full of 3000 postcards home and then back to work is more work than necessary.
Ah, correct you are. This morning was the morning I...CHANGED MY NAME! Unfortch, I can't get a new license until Thursday b/c apparently the Social Security Office and the DMV are in cahoots to make me take more vacation time.
But now, my name is (almost) officially changed. All the remains is changing it at work and getting a new license.
I do have a question though...why is it that the women have to do all of this work? Why do we have to get to the Social Security Office at the buttcrack of dawn to take on a new name? Ah well, it was worth it.
Things I learned while changing my name:
I adore working from home. It means I don't have to come home and worry about chores. It means Mr. Ozzy can go to the bathroom more frequently. It also means I can do all the monotonous work that should have been done last week in front of reruns of Project Runway and reminiscing through the first season of Heroes. September 24 cannot come quickly enough. And yes, I'm totally aware that's only 6 days away. I have waited forever for the second season of Heroes, b/c in my book that show only has one direction to go towards...and that's up. (FRWYING MAN!)
What was the monotonous work that I did today you ask? Well we recently printed around 3000 postcards for work. We're in the middle of recruiting for next year. It wasn't until we received the 3000 postcards that we noticed instead of saying September 21st, they said September 21th. (The twenty firth is now a running joke between my friends.) So I spent the majority of my day taking a sharpie and marking out the TH.
But Mim, why did you have to do that from home...it seems like carrying a box full of 3000 postcards home and then back to work is more work than necessary.
Ah, correct you are. This morning was the morning I...CHANGED MY NAME! Unfortch, I can't get a new license until Thursday b/c apparently the Social Security Office and the DMV are in cahoots to make me take more vacation time.
But now, my name is (almost) officially changed. All the remains is changing it at work and getting a new license.
I do have a question though...why is it that the women have to do all of this work? Why do we have to get to the Social Security Office at the buttcrack of dawn to take on a new name? Ah well, it was worth it.
Things I learned while changing my name:
- Even if you're the first car in the parking lot, it doesn't mean you're first in line.
- Lines don't exist at the Social Security Office.
- When getting a Social Security card for your newborn you can't just give them a birth certificate, you also need to present some other form of ID. I will keep this in mind when I have children and bring a stack of pictures of my newborns accompanied by a label maker.
- I now have to spell my name using the Trucker alphabet for customer service representatives. (V as in Victory...)
Tomorrow, I will be back in the office and near my wedding picture cd, promise!
*kisses*
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secretly stalking you from PA... because i find you interesting and slightly annoying at the same time because you dont refer to your husbands name-- you just call him husband.