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June 30th, 2008 @ 11:09 pm | up to | Comments (9)watching
Husband and I went to see this new Pixar film this weekend after reading all the rave reviews. We really liked it, and spent the rest of the weekend calling each other Walllllll-eeeeeeeeee and Eeeeeeeevuh
tivoing
Make fun of me all you want, this show starring dominatrix-like dog trainer Victoria Stillwell gets me on the elliptical machine and keeps me there when boredom strikes.
ordering
Wedding photos to frame in the house. Finally! Should I go with full color or black and white?
buying
Giclee art prints by sugarloop
I never tire of buying lovely things* on etsy, which reminds me…
loving
Alexander Henry Aviary fabric (photo from here)
I first noticed it in this precious little smock on etsy and now I’m determined to use this fabric in my home décor somehow*. Somehow!
eating
yummy Mexican food from Oyamel
Husband took me out to dinner here for my birthday, and though it’s a bit expensive for any old dinner, it was perfect for a celebration. We licked our tapas plates clean and slurped every last drop of a quite large pitcher of margs. We’ll probably go back to celebrate our anniversary.
That’s what I’ve been up to. What about you?
*Someone might need to stage a small bird intervention in my life. I KNOW.
worst comic typing
June 26th, 2008 @ 11:50 pm | blonde moments | Comments (16)I’m not sure why it feels like a confession to be telling you that I’m really into that TV show Last Comic Standing. I TiVo it every week and fast forward through everything but the comedy routines, and some of it is actually quite funny!
I’m intrigued by comedians because there is no way in hell I could ever, ever be one. I have a chronic case of stage fright topped off with horrible timing and delivery. Oh god, I just cringe thinking about how bad I’d be. (People who know me in real life are nodding along right now.)
But it doesn’t mean I don’t have some good jokes every once in awhile! One of my college roomies and I used to joke that we’d be a great comedy duo if I wrote the material and she performed it.
I better back that statement up with a good joke, huh? Alright here goes:
Do you ever wake up on a Monday morning with a pimple and wish you could call in sick so you don’t have to be seen in public with it? Yeah, I have a zit on my nose right now big enough to qualify me for maternity leave.
Ba-Dum-CHING.
I take it back. Nothing about me would make a good comedian. I’ll stick to watching it on TV.
(But seriously, I do have a really big zit on my nose right now. My birthday made me feel old but now I’m back to being 13 again.)
So it’s Friday, does anyone have a good joke to share? Something you’d say if you ever landed a spot on Last Comic Standing or Comedy Central? C’mon I dare you to try to make me laugh out loud while I’m sitting at my desk so my new coworkers think I’m a crackpot. Doesn’t that sound fun?
If you don’t have any good jokes, you should tell me what you’re doing this weekend. Or how I should spend my birthday money. Or just tell me to shush already.
you know you’re getting old when…
June 24th, 2008 @ 11:08 pm | blonde moments, life | Comments (28)…your birthday includes absolutely no booze and it’s still fabulous.
Thanks so much to everyone for the birthday love and wishes today. I didn’t mean to be in stealth mode, I was just SO DANG BUSY all day long (Tuesday = Work, unfortunately) I couldn’t find the time to post.
I have this little problem about birthdays where for 364 days I think only logically about them. “Awww, it’s just like any other day. Not a big deal. No need to fuss, we all have ‘em. Psha, it’s just a Tuesday.” And then MY birthday comes around and I’m all like “WHEEEEEEE! IT’S MY BIRTHDAY BIATCHES WHERE’S MY LOOT?”
(Okay kidding about the loot part, but seriously, it’s the same little flip that switches when you get married. Bridezilla. BIRTHDAYZILLA.)
So as much as I’m all demure like I don’t care much about my birthday, <small voice> I think I might actually care </small voice> and thank you for being so nice and loving to me. Mwa!
I kept a running list of things that made me happy all day long:
- Wore my new pink shoes from Target, and they didn’t give me too many blisters
- Free venti iced coffee from Starbucks
- Treated self to a completely indulgent bagel and cream cheese
- Tons of birthday emails, texts, calls, and facebook wall messages (I knew there was a reason I amassed 466 facebook friends)
- Opened presents, got so many things I asked for and enough new jewelry for the whole week (I promise to take pics and show you all later!)
- Low humidity - no hair frizz
- Still thrilled that one of my best friends just got engaged!
- Officemates surprised me with Georgetown Cupcakes, and somehow read my mind that all I wanted was lemon flavored
- Ate homemade soup for the third day in a row and was still not sick of it
- Arjewtino linked to me (Happy Birthday to him and to Marianne, too!)
- Remembered to pack cute jeans to put on between work and going out (who wants to wear work clothes after 6 pm?)
- Finally saw Sex & the City movie with my girls; perfect two hour mental vacation
- Nats game meant Metro was running extra trains and I got home in record time
- Husband came home from a business trip so I could hug and kiss him
- Blogged about my day with an hour to spare! Whew!
Oh dear, I am sure I am missing things but the point is that today was a good day. Love to you all!
cherry cherry banana
June 21st, 2008 @ 12:38 am | life, pretty things | Comments (20)One night way back in high school one of my bestest girlfriends and I were hanging out (disclaimer: there may have been substances involved) when we discovered The Meaning of Life. Oh, it was such a deep and profound moment for two sixteen year olds. Sixteen going on twenty-seven, that is.
Want to know The Meaning of Life?
Take a deep breath — we’re getting serious here.
You ready?
Okay.
Life is like a slot machine. Sometimes you get Cherry Cherry Cherry. But most of the time you get Cherry Cherry Banana.
Wow. You’re probably blown away at The Deepness of that thought, aren’t you?
In honor of life being like a slot machine, and inspired by Janet of Slice of Pink on this late Friday evening, here is my interpretation of Cherry Cherry Banana in shopping form.
Click here for details on each of these lovely items. And, uhhh, as adorable as those yellow shoes are, I don’t actually recommend pairing them with an all-cherry ensemble. Unless of course you just feel like being crazy like that.
I wish you all a Cherry Cherry Cherry kind of weekend.
oops I forgot a title
June 17th, 2008 @ 10:23 pm | life | Comments (23)Tonight I will take one more step on my life journey of becoming my mother (not a bad thing, just a destiny). I am cleaning for the cleaning ladies.
Because yes, tomorrow, we are getting cleaning ladies! I feel equal parts guilty, ashamed, and downright giddily excited about this. Guilty and ashamed because here we are in this shiz-stinking economy and the husband and I are hiring low-wage workers to come scrub our toilets because we are too lazy to do it ourselves. Giddily excited for the obvious reason: clean toilets with no effort and frankly very little cost. Based on what I’ve heard from others who also indulge in a housekeeper, I won’t regret it even for one little second.
But first, I have to clean the house for them, so they can scrub the crap out of it. But I don’t want to clean too much, because I’d still like to get my money’s worth.
I’m considering making a few charitable contributions to help assuage my guilt. Here’s a non-profit that caught my eye recently: The Center for a New American Dream.
And then there’s always the very worthy Janet Needs New Work Shoes cause. I heard they were in the process of applying for non-profit status.
I wish I had something else exciting to tell you about. Now that I’m settled into my new job, I’m back to neglecting the house and eating frozen dinners. Hardly blogworthy.
The job is going well, although I am still trying to get a grip on exactly what I am supposed to be doing all day every day, and wondering why my computer is older than a T-Rex and why I can’t even download Gmail Notifier or Firefox on it. Now that I must view everything in Internet Explorer I have a lot more pity for all those commenters who said my blog was broken in their IE browser and I said (politely) JEEZ can’t you just download Firefox? Well, now I’m the one who can’t. Whoops.
I’m still at the point in the job where I feel a bit stupid, but I hope it’s just due to unfamiliarity rather than sheer dumbness. Most things are going right over my head. But I am taking a lot of notes!
Also? I dropped my maiden name from my business cards. I might need to have a moment of silence for it later. With wine.
Work is a boring topic. What else could we discuss?
I think my husband is playing tricks on me. He asked me to go to Costco and buy him enough Diet Coke to last through three raptures, but then left his golf clubs in the trunk so there is nowhere to put the Diet Coke. Nevertheless, he is cute and so I continue to love him.
Do you think it’s okay if I make myself a birthday cake? I’m thinking about this one right here. YUM.
