12.23.2008
Puffy Pink Heart Him!
Text message I received from Lovey earlier: "I just wanted to tell you what a wonderful gal I have!" Is it any wonder why I lerve him?
12.22.2008
It's Not Christmas Without.....
Dr. Seuss' The Grinch Who Stole Christmas
The part where he puts the antlers on the poor little dog, Max, is by far, my favorite. Here's the part right after:
A Charlie Brown Christmas
The holidays aren't the holidays without Charlie Brown. My absolute favorite is Linus's soliloquy on Charlie Brown's "Doesn't anyone know what Christmas is all about!?!?" Here it is:
The Little Drummer Boy
It's been FOREVER since I've actually seen this, but this clip contains the best part. Even though Baa-Baa getting run over by the Roman chariot traumatized me:
Home for the Holidays
Technically, a Thanksgiving movie, but I'm counting it Christmas as well! This entire movie cracks me up. It starts Holly Hunter, the brilliant Robert Downey, Jr., Charles Durning, Ann Bancroft and so many other familiar faces. Who hasn't had the clueless holiday that made you wonder if you were adopted? (I know I'm not. "You act too much like your Daddy". Right, Mama?) :)
The Family Stone
I will watch this in December, July, September - every time it is on. I included the trailer since there isn't a particular scene that stands out - except the end where I cry my eyes out regardless. If you haven't seen it, I won't spoil it for you.
Elf
Will Ferrell in tights pretty much says it all. I love this clip because Zooey Deschanel has a beautiful voice (and she reminds me of my neighbor, Ki).
This is my favorite clip. How could it not be?
Love, Actuallly
Wow, have watched this over and over and over. About fifteen stories are intertwined in this British movie. Each one is brilliant. You'd have to see the movie to understand this clip, but it is beautiful.
It's A Wonderful Life
THE CHRISTMAS MOVIE. Jimmy Stewart? Perfection. Donna Reed? Perfection. I can recite many scenes for you if you want - or not. Yeah, I'm that geeky. At the 5 1/2 minute mark of this clip is my favorite scene. Young George and Young Mary are in the soda shop when Mary says, "George Bailey, I'll love you 'til the day I die".
Love it!
Then later, a grown up George and Mary. Look at the tension between them! Wow! Did I mention I love this movie?
Auntie Mame
The Rosalind Russell version, NOT the Lucille Ball musical version. OK, I can for real recite this entire movie for you. I cannot express how much I love Each and Every Scene of this Film. It is so ahead of its time. It's sarcastic, forward-thinking and just plain hilarious. That and I always wanted to recreate her blue living room.
Here's a later scene. So great!
There is one more thing I usually watch this time of year......work with me, people. Work with me. It's Eddie Izzard Dressed to Kill.
I normally watch this when I'm putting the Christmas tree up. Weird, yes. But, that's me.
So there's a little bit of my Christmas playlist. Get thee to a Blockbuster of Netflix IMMEDIATELY!
And in case I don't see you before, I'll take this chance to wish you a
God bless us every one!
The part where he puts the antlers on the poor little dog, Max, is by far, my favorite. Here's the part right after:
A Charlie Brown Christmas
The holidays aren't the holidays without Charlie Brown. My absolute favorite is Linus's soliloquy on Charlie Brown's "Doesn't anyone know what Christmas is all about!?!?" Here it is:
The Little Drummer Boy
It's been FOREVER since I've actually seen this, but this clip contains the best part. Even though Baa-Baa getting run over by the Roman chariot traumatized me:
Home for the Holidays
Technically, a Thanksgiving movie, but I'm counting it Christmas as well! This entire movie cracks me up. It starts Holly Hunter, the brilliant Robert Downey, Jr., Charles Durning, Ann Bancroft and so many other familiar faces. Who hasn't had the clueless holiday that made you wonder if you were adopted? (I know I'm not. "You act too much like your Daddy". Right, Mama?) :)
The Family Stone
I will watch this in December, July, September - every time it is on. I included the trailer since there isn't a particular scene that stands out - except the end where I cry my eyes out regardless. If you haven't seen it, I won't spoil it for you.
Elf
Will Ferrell in tights pretty much says it all. I love this clip because Zooey Deschanel has a beautiful voice (and she reminds me of my neighbor, Ki).
This is my favorite clip. How could it not be?
Love, Actuallly
Wow, have watched this over and over and over. About fifteen stories are intertwined in this British movie. Each one is brilliant. You'd have to see the movie to understand this clip, but it is beautiful.
It's A Wonderful Life
THE CHRISTMAS MOVIE. Jimmy Stewart? Perfection. Donna Reed? Perfection. I can recite many scenes for you if you want - or not. Yeah, I'm that geeky. At the 5 1/2 minute mark of this clip is my favorite scene. Young George and Young Mary are in the soda shop when Mary says, "George Bailey, I'll love you 'til the day I die".
Love it!
Then later, a grown up George and Mary. Look at the tension between them! Wow! Did I mention I love this movie?
Auntie Mame
The Rosalind Russell version, NOT the Lucille Ball musical version. OK, I can for real recite this entire movie for you. I cannot express how much I love Each and Every Scene of this Film. It is so ahead of its time. It's sarcastic, forward-thinking and just plain hilarious. That and I always wanted to recreate her blue living room.
Here's a later scene. So great!
There is one more thing I usually watch this time of year......work with me, people. Work with me. It's Eddie Izzard Dressed to Kill.
I normally watch this when I'm putting the Christmas tree up. Weird, yes. But, that's me.
So there's a little bit of my Christmas playlist. Get thee to a Blockbuster of Netflix IMMEDIATELY!
And in case I don't see you before, I'll take this chance to wish you a
God bless us every one!
12.16.2008
"I Feel the Earth Move Under My Feet...."
"A weak earthquake has been felt by residents northwest of Charleston, but no damage was immediately reported.
A quake measuring 3.6 on the Richter scale was recorded at 7:42 a.m. Tuesday." --The State newspaper
Let me assure you....there ain't nothing weak about feeling your house shake. Wow!
A quake measuring 3.6 on the Richter scale was recorded at 7:42 a.m. Tuesday." --The State newspaper
Let me assure you....there ain't nothing weak about feeling your house shake. Wow!
12.12.2008
Dickens Week
Meaning "It's been the best of times, it's been the worst of times".
The boss that I bought this book
to cope with is gone. The result of a "re-organization" of the company. This is the best of times.
The worst of times: my sweet friend Mafie's job was sacrificed to make room for this a$$hat. The thing that pisses me off most: this IDIOT still has a job while she is out looking for one. Hopefully, "what goes around, comes around" comes quite quickly for this waste of space.
The boss that I bought this book
to cope with is gone. The result of a "re-organization" of the company. This is the best of times.
The worst of times: my sweet friend Mafie's job was sacrificed to make room for this a$$hat. The thing that pisses me off most: this IDIOT still has a job while she is out looking for one. Hopefully, "what goes around, comes around" comes quite quickly for this waste of space.
Fall Images
On top of parking garage, downtown Charleston, Thanksgiving
The maple tree in our front yard
Where the blue ridge yawns its greatness...
...where the Tigers play.
Berries - top deck north>
More Clemson leaves
Fall leaves, Clemson
Confederate rose, my back yard
11.29.2008
GO TIGERS!!!!!
WOo-HOO! Beat the Gamecocks!!! Life is good!!! Yay! Ended the season at 7-5 (which doesn't sound like much, but it's been a rough year!)
And how cute is our coach????
Hope he sticks!!!
Anyway, it's been a crazy two (yikes, two!) months since I posted last. I'll post some images of my time away from the intarwebs later. But for now,
GO TIGERS!!!!!
And how cute is our coach????
Hope he sticks!!!
Anyway, it's been a crazy two (yikes, two!) months since I posted last. I'll post some images of my time away from the intarwebs later. But for now,
GO TIGERS!!!!!
10.04.2008
Sweet Duffy Boy
Yes, I know, Mizz Blanca needs some representation, too. Might be hard....she steers clear of the paps.
10.01.2008
Adventures in Wingdom
After shearing poor Duffy again (at least his head still looks normal), Lovey and I ventured to Bike Night at a local (ghetto) wing place which on here shall remain nameless. Cuz I'd hate to offend the nice people I'm going to win a motorcycle from. Pretty Aprilia!
Wow...there are certainly some interesting people in this world. After we'd been there for about 30 minutes (or seven days, it's hard to say which. How can people talk for so long exclusively about motorcycles???), I decide to excuse myself to go to the bathroom.
I go in the one-seater and turn around to lock the door......which wasn't there (the lock, that is).....nor was there a doorjamb to speak of....which looked like the door had been kicked in (pieces still leaning in corner).......certainly a dilemma.....had to go........oh! I'll just put this KEG in front of the door.....that should hold it. Why, oh, why don't I ever get photographic documentation of this? Cuz this? Can't make it up.
Wow...there are certainly some interesting people in this world. After we'd been there for about 30 minutes (or seven days, it's hard to say which. How can people talk for so long exclusively about motorcycles???), I decide to excuse myself to go to the bathroom.
I go in the one-seater and turn around to lock the door......which wasn't there (the lock, that is).....nor was there a doorjamb to speak of....which looked like the door had been kicked in (pieces still leaning in corner).......certainly a dilemma.....had to go........oh! I'll just put this KEG in front of the door.....that should hold it. Why, oh, why don't I ever get photographic documentation of this? Cuz this? Can't make it up.
9.29.2008
Trauma in the Target Toy Department
The setting: Saturday, Target toy department
The time: hours before a six-year-old girl's birthday party
Text I sent to E: "What kind of stuff is M into?"
(meanwhile...)
Call I get from Lovey: "Hey, while you're out, will you pick up a gift for M?"
Me: "Yes, I've already texted E"
Lovey: "M likes Dora the Explorer'
Text comes in from E: "hannah montana"
Hmmmmm.
(after looking at dozens of Hannah Montana items)
Text from me to E: "dress up stuff, doll stuff, stuff that makes lots of noise?"
Text from E: "(Lovey) know what to get"
Dial, dial dial from me: "Yeah, Lovey said Dora".
Moral: Never trust a man with second-hand gift information for a girl!
A nice lady (who turned out to be a teacher) guided me through the confusion of the toy department and showed me the Neopets (had never heard of them) that luckily turned out to be the right gift. Just couldn't bring myself to add to the monetary juggernaut which is Hannah.
Wow! Who knew how difficult it would be to pick something in a toy department? Barbie would be so ashamed of me.
The time: hours before a six-year-old girl's birthday party
Text I sent to E: "What kind of stuff is M into?"
(meanwhile...)
Call I get from Lovey: "Hey, while you're out, will you pick up a gift for M?"
Me: "Yes, I've already texted E"
Lovey: "M likes Dora the Explorer'
Text comes in from E: "hannah montana"
Hmmmmm.
(after looking at dozens of Hannah Montana items)
Text from me to E: "dress up stuff, doll stuff, stuff that makes lots of noise?"
Text from E: "(Lovey) know what to get"
Dial, dial dial from me: "Yeah, Lovey said Dora".
Moral: Never trust a man with second-hand gift information for a girl!
A nice lady (who turned out to be a teacher) guided me through the confusion of the toy department and showed me the Neopets (had never heard of them) that luckily turned out to be the right gift. Just couldn't bring myself to add to the monetary juggernaut which is Hannah.
Wow! Who knew how difficult it would be to pick something in a toy department? Barbie would be so ashamed of me.
9.21.2008
Musings on a Simply Gaw-Juss Fall Afternoon
I am here.
The sky is blue, the clouds are white and fluffy and there is a pleasant breeze.
ANOTHER! TIGER! FIRST! DOWN! WOO! This is being yelled by the older, round couple in front of us everytime there is another. tiger. first. down. Of which there are many. At least they aren't making out like last week.
The little guy at the luxury boxes kinda looks like Turtle from Entourage.
"Real Women Love Football, Those That Don't Can Stay in the Kitchen" - seen on a tee shirt
28 points wins you a free $.79 taco when you show a $35 ticket stub. Huh? That's fair.
Does it get any cuter than Tyler Grisham? Little #13.
Love the hair.
How do you get to be a ref anyway? Is there some sort of community college class? Is there an age requirement?
People, God made babysitters and grandmas for a reason. Leave your newborns at home with them. We will see how cute they are in their little cheerleader and tiger costumes when they are 4.
Is it weird that I want SC State to score?
Note to self: buy mini-recorder Daddy keeps looking at me strangely every time I write something down.
The 101 to' up the Valley. The "Intermission Magicians". The true highlight of the game. Rally Cats don't embarrass yourselves...you cannot compete with a dance line that looks like and moves like it came out of a hip-hop video.
So everyone has these fake zebra Dooneys with orange handles. Feels like I should want one too, but why would I when everyone else has one?
For heavens sake, State, SCORE!
Kind of disconcerting to think that I'm old enough to be some - er, most - OK all of the kids on the sidelines's mom.
Sweet Jeebs! Can we keep the ball on the ground and run out the clock? "This is the game that never ends....." Even the announcer said "our final score" at the end of the 3rd quarter.
54-0 Kind of makes me sad...
The sky is blue, the clouds are white and fluffy and there is a pleasant breeze.
ANOTHER! TIGER! FIRST! DOWN! WOO! This is being yelled by the older, round couple in front of us everytime there is another. tiger. first. down. Of which there are many. At least they aren't making out like last week.
The little guy at the luxury boxes kinda looks like Turtle from Entourage.
"Real Women Love Football, Those That Don't Can Stay in the Kitchen" - seen on a tee shirt
28 points wins you a free $.79 taco when you show a $35 ticket stub. Huh? That's fair.
Does it get any cuter than Tyler Grisham? Little #13.
Love the hair.
How do you get to be a ref anyway? Is there some sort of community college class? Is there an age requirement?
People, God made babysitters and grandmas for a reason. Leave your newborns at home with them. We will see how cute they are in their little cheerleader and tiger costumes when they are 4.
Is it weird that I want SC State to score?
Note to self: buy mini-recorder Daddy keeps looking at me strangely every time I write something down.
The 101 to' up the Valley. The "Intermission Magicians". The true highlight of the game. Rally Cats don't embarrass yourselves...you cannot compete with a dance line that looks like and moves like it came out of a hip-hop video.
So everyone has these fake zebra Dooneys with orange handles. Feels like I should want one too, but why would I when everyone else has one?
For heavens sake, State, SCORE!
Kind of disconcerting to think that I'm old enough to be some - er, most - OK all of the kids on the sidelines's mom.
Sweet Jeebs! Can we keep the ball on the ground and run out the clock? "This is the game that never ends....." Even the announcer said "our final score" at the end of the 3rd quarter.
54-0 Kind of makes me sad...
9.12.2008
9.10.2008
Weird How Things Happen Sometimes...
Today I had to go to Columbia for another one of Biggby's Big Old Waste of Times's (translations: boss's meeting about budget that didn't require me driving an hour and a half for NOTHING). After we finished up at NOON (didn't get there until 10 - like I said - Waste of Time), I decided to stop by my old office to see my friend Sandra.
A little background: I've know Sandra since the mid-90s. She is from Menden, "Weesiana" complete with the sweet little Southern accent that makes any negative thing - including 'Eff You' sound like poetry. Sandra is my friend who called the FNP when I was crying all day for no good reason and helped me to find out I was allergic to my birth control pills at the time (and not crazy, as I was sure I was). She is a CRAZY DRIVER that will make you dig your fingernails into armrests until you come to a complete stop. Speaking of fingernails, she would always keep a tube of crazy glue in her purse to reposition one of her Press-on nails when it came off. At least one nail was always needing re-attachment.
So today I stopped in to see her...when I asked for her, her boss told me she wouldn't be back until October - and I knew something was wrong. Her boss says, "you know her son died, right?" And I had no idea. About 5 years ago, Sandra's son Kenny had a kidney replacement at MUSC in Charleston. I let her stay in a vacant apartment downstairs from me during the operation and post-op. When I talked to her last, Kenny was going to have further procedures done due to the transplant. I told her I would be highly upset if she didn't call me because she and her family always had a place to stay, with us.
In July, her son was killed in a car accident. After a whole life of kidney disease, dialysis and a successful transplant, Kenny lost his life in a car accident that may or may not have been caused by his condition. My heart breaks for her.
Marie, her boss, went on to tell me that Sandra recently found a lump in her neck that turned out to be malignant. She undergoes surgery next week. Second punch....
I'm not sure why I was so determined to stop by her office today to see her, but I'm glad I did. I don't know that I'd ever know what she was going through if I hadn't.
I've lived here in the Lowcountry for 8 years now. Doesn't seem that long. I've slowly lost regular touch with some of my best friends in Columbia. Strange how time does that.... Things like this really makes you think how crazy it is that you lost touch in the first place. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family, Sandra. Happy Hour is on me at Baileys when you are feeling up to it again. Love you...
A little background: I've know Sandra since the mid-90s. She is from Menden, "Weesiana" complete with the sweet little Southern accent that makes any negative thing - including 'Eff You' sound like poetry. Sandra is my friend who called the FNP when I was crying all day for no good reason and helped me to find out I was allergic to my birth control pills at the time (and not crazy, as I was sure I was). She is a CRAZY DRIVER that will make you dig your fingernails into armrests until you come to a complete stop. Speaking of fingernails, she would always keep a tube of crazy glue in her purse to reposition one of her Press-on nails when it came off. At least one nail was always needing re-attachment.
So today I stopped in to see her...when I asked for her, her boss told me she wouldn't be back until October - and I knew something was wrong. Her boss says, "you know her son died, right?" And I had no idea. About 5 years ago, Sandra's son Kenny had a kidney replacement at MUSC in Charleston. I let her stay in a vacant apartment downstairs from me during the operation and post-op. When I talked to her last, Kenny was going to have further procedures done due to the transplant. I told her I would be highly upset if she didn't call me because she and her family always had a place to stay, with us.
In July, her son was killed in a car accident. After a whole life of kidney disease, dialysis and a successful transplant, Kenny lost his life in a car accident that may or may not have been caused by his condition. My heart breaks for her.
Marie, her boss, went on to tell me that Sandra recently found a lump in her neck that turned out to be malignant. She undergoes surgery next week. Second punch....
I'm not sure why I was so determined to stop by her office today to see her, but I'm glad I did. I don't know that I'd ever know what she was going through if I hadn't.
I've lived here in the Lowcountry for 8 years now. Doesn't seem that long. I've slowly lost regular touch with some of my best friends in Columbia. Strange how time does that.... Things like this really makes you think how crazy it is that you lost touch in the first place. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family, Sandra. Happy Hour is on me at Baileys when you are feeling up to it again. Love you...
9.01.2008
Wha Hoppened?
At least Lovey got his wish: I hate Alabama now, especially their coach, Nick Satan. But then again, I hate how pitifully my team performed as well. I realize it was the first game of the season, but really? Seriously? Goodbye, #9. Football season over anything is what makes me Worst Case Scenario Girl. I'd rather be ranked low and move up (to the surprise and delight of eveyone) than be ranked high and crash and burn.
8.26.2008
Are You Ready For Some Football?
As you may have noticed by the orange and purple theme, college football season begins this weekend. GO TIGERS!!!
8.24.2008
Geek Fest '08
...is currently underway upstairs in ManLand. Twelve grown men wearing NFL football jerseys are cramped in a little room intently looking at rosters to make their Make Believe Team THE Make Believe Team. I came back from grocery-buying to dead silence. Hmmm, strange. They have the door closed to keep the big dog out (cuz he can't pick cuz he doesn't have thumbs).
I go back downstairs to unpack the week's bounty. As I'm throwing away the plastic bags (I know, my carbon footprint is huge!), I see them --- my bras hanging in the laundry room where they have been drying ---- which is right next to the trash can where said Football Geeks have been throwing their empties. Greeeaaat......
I go back downstairs to unpack the week's bounty. As I'm throwing away the plastic bags (I know, my carbon footprint is huge!), I see them --- my bras hanging in the laundry room where they have been drying ---- which is right next to the trash can where said Football Geeks have been throwing their empties. Greeeaaat......
8.20.2008
8.05.2008
Wedding Playlist
So here are the tunes we've come up with so far for the DJ - if this train wreck happens at all:
Guns n Roses "I used to love her, but I had to kill her"
Highway to Hell
Clarence Carter "Strokin'"
Brooks & Dunn "Boot Scoot Boogie"
NKOTB "Hangin' Tough"
Color Me Bad "I want to $ex you up"
Kid Rock "Cowboy"
Paul Anka "She's Having My Baby"
The Clash "Should I stay or should I go"
Tammy Wynette "D-I-V-O-R-C-E"
Elvis Presley "Suspicious Minds"
Britney Spears "Ooops, I did it again"
Pussycat Dolls "Don'cha"
Let's Just Kiss and Say Goodbye
Paul Simon "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover"
Phil Collins "Against All Odds"
Bon Jovi "You give love a bad name"
Notorious Cherry Bombs "It's hard to kiss the lips at night chew your a$$ all day" (youtube it, it's hilarious!)
Pearl Jam "Better Man"
Shania Twain "Whose bed has your boots been under"
Joan Jett "Hate myself for loving you"
Liz Phair F&@% and Run
Friends in low places (Garth Brooks)
Get drunk and screw (Jimmy Buffet)
It wasn't me (Shaggy)
Soulja boy (Soulja boy)
Anything by Kid Rock
Electric slide
I would do anything for love (Meatloaf)
All my life (KC and JoJo)
Cha cha slide
Macarena
Super freak (Rick James Bitch)
Achy Breaky Heart (Billy Ray Syrus)
I like big butts and I can not lie (Sir Mix a-lot)
Get Low (Lil Jon)
Sexual Healing (Marvin Gay)
Honkey Tonk Ba-donka-donk (Toby Keith)
Country Roads take me home (John Denver)
Still the one (Shania Twain)
In the closet (R Kelly)
more to follow......
Guns n Roses "I used to love her, but I had to kill her"
Highway to Hell
Clarence Carter "Strokin'"
Brooks & Dunn "Boot Scoot Boogie"
NKOTB "Hangin' Tough"
Color Me Bad "I want to $ex you up"
Kid Rock "Cowboy"
Paul Anka "She's Having My Baby"
The Clash "Should I stay or should I go"
Tammy Wynette "D-I-V-O-R-C-E"
Elvis Presley "Suspicious Minds"
Britney Spears "Ooops, I did it again"
Pussycat Dolls "Don'cha"
Let's Just Kiss and Say Goodbye
Paul Simon "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover"
Phil Collins "Against All Odds"
Bon Jovi "You give love a bad name"
Notorious Cherry Bombs "It's hard to kiss the lips at night chew your a$$ all day" (youtube it, it's hilarious!)
Pearl Jam "Better Man"
Shania Twain "Whose bed has your boots been under"
Joan Jett "Hate myself for loving you"
Liz Phair F&@% and Run
Friends in low places (Garth Brooks)
Get drunk and screw (Jimmy Buffet)
It wasn't me (Shaggy)
Soulja boy (Soulja boy)
Anything by Kid Rock
Electric slide
I would do anything for love (Meatloaf)
All my life (KC and JoJo)
Cha cha slide
Macarena
Super freak (Rick James Bitch)
Achy Breaky Heart (Billy Ray Syrus)
I like big butts and I can not lie (Sir Mix a-lot)
Get Low (Lil Jon)
Sexual Healing (Marvin Gay)
Honkey Tonk Ba-donka-donk (Toby Keith)
Country Roads take me home (John Denver)
Still the one (Shania Twain)
In the closet (R Kelly)
more to follow......
8.02.2008
My Big Fat Redneck Wedding
I found out Monday that I am planning a wedding for next Friday. The little guy I work with is getting married, and he and his bride-to-be (bless their hearts) are CLUELESS. They had intended on getting married in a park downtown. I asked him if he had contacted the city to see what he would have to do. His response, "Do I need to?" Umm, yeah. The City of Charleston knows how to make money. You have to reserve your piece of green grass and pay dearly for it (especially if you have over 25 guests, including bride and groom). Not only was the piece of grass they wanted to pledge their troth on already taken, it was going to cost $190, minimum.
He relayed this to the bride who FREAKED! We (the ladies in the office *and Our Gay*) jumped in and suggested that he have the wedding at the pool at our office - since the reception was already going to be there. The groom tells me that his dad is providing the food for the reception. What is his dad buying? HE'S ORDERING PIZZA!! (Which mortified Our Gay. He asked "Are they going to leave them in the box or put them on platters?" I'm guessin' boxes). You can't hide money. And - the alcohol is bring your own six-pack. I can't make this crap up.
Jump to Tuesday when the bride comes down to give us some idea of what she wants. She already has the dress. Very pretty and simple. David's Bridal doesn't want me to put a picture in, but you can see it here:
http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridal_gowns_detail.jsp?stid=1223&prodgroup=127
She likes the bouquet we show her so that's a go.
Thank goodness, they also have ordered a cake from Publix. Yum, buttercream.
Wednesday, The Groom asks "Do you know anyone who could marry us?" What??????? So the search is on for a Notary.
By the way, we won't know a budget until Friday. You know, 7 days before the wedding.
So we talk them out of the pizza. Classic cheap wedding fare is the deal. Finger sandwiches, mints, nuts, you know the drill. Our Gay suggests setting up a bar around the pool. For what, the coolers???
Anyway, there are certain instances where being a packrat comes in real handy. Like now. I still have lot of the junk from our wedding (yeah, 4 years ago) so I can certainly help the decoration aspect. I am also the Coordinator and probably the Photographer.
On Friday, the bride gave us $100 for the wedding. This isn't a wedding on a shoestring. It's a wedding on a frayed shoestring. We're talking Dollar Tree and Big Lots. (Both of which I adore, I'm not hating on either of them).
I know I've made fun of this wedding but, here's the thing. I cannot let these people have a tacky wedding. I love them to death, and I cannot have them tell everyone that Dominoes catered their event. Every girl deserves a nice wedding (with a tasty cake. cuz that's mainly why I go to weddings, the cake). So my mission this week is clear: plan the cheapest, most tasteful wedding the world has ever seen in a week. And if you are in my way at the Dollar Tree, picking up the last pack of votives, watch out! I will tackle you and take them from you. You've been warned.
He relayed this to the bride who FREAKED! We (the ladies in the office *and Our Gay*) jumped in and suggested that he have the wedding at the pool at our office - since the reception was already going to be there. The groom tells me that his dad is providing the food for the reception. What is his dad buying? HE'S ORDERING PIZZA!! (Which mortified Our Gay. He asked "Are they going to leave them in the box or put them on platters?" I'm guessin' boxes). You can't hide money. And - the alcohol is bring your own six-pack. I can't make this crap up.
Jump to Tuesday when the bride comes down to give us some idea of what she wants. She already has the dress. Very pretty and simple. David's Bridal doesn't want me to put a picture in, but you can see it here:
http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridal_gowns_detail.jsp?stid=1223&prodgroup=127
She likes the bouquet we show her so that's a go.
Thank goodness, they also have ordered a cake from Publix. Yum, buttercream.
Wednesday, The Groom asks "Do you know anyone who could marry us?" What??????? So the search is on for a Notary.
By the way, we won't know a budget until Friday. You know, 7 days before the wedding.
So we talk them out of the pizza. Classic cheap wedding fare is the deal. Finger sandwiches, mints, nuts, you know the drill. Our Gay suggests setting up a bar around the pool. For what, the coolers???
Anyway, there are certain instances where being a packrat comes in real handy. Like now. I still have lot of the junk from our wedding (yeah, 4 years ago) so I can certainly help the decoration aspect. I am also the Coordinator and probably the Photographer.
On Friday, the bride gave us $100 for the wedding. This isn't a wedding on a shoestring. It's a wedding on a frayed shoestring. We're talking Dollar Tree and Big Lots. (Both of which I adore, I'm not hating on either of them).
I know I've made fun of this wedding but, here's the thing. I cannot let these people have a tacky wedding. I love them to death, and I cannot have them tell everyone that Dominoes catered their event. Every girl deserves a nice wedding (with a tasty cake. cuz that's mainly why I go to weddings, the cake). So my mission this week is clear: plan the cheapest, most tasteful wedding the world has ever seen in a week. And if you are in my way at the Dollar Tree, picking up the last pack of votives, watch out! I will tackle you and take them from you. You've been warned.
8.01.2008
"Sorry About Your DUI"
Used to be, anytime Lovey saw someone riding on a moped, he would automatically say, "Sorry about your DUI!" Now, with gas the way it is, there are more mopeds on the road than ever. Very confusing...
So this morning on the way to work, traffic in my lane is SLLLOOOWWWW. We (my driving posse and I) pass and see a guy on a Brand-New Racing Yellow Moped with coordinating Shoei helmet. The guy has on a polo and khakis with a crisp backpack on. He is leaning over the handlebars like he is crossing the finish line like Nicky Hayden on an empty tank. (Aerodynamics, you know!) Then he sits straight up with perfect posture just like his mama taught him.
So the moral of my post is: for heaven's sake, do something about gas prices so we know who to make fun of again, I beg you!
So this morning on the way to work, traffic in my lane is SLLLOOOWWWW. We (my driving posse and I) pass and see a guy on a Brand-New Racing Yellow Moped with coordinating Shoei helmet. The guy has on a polo and khakis with a crisp backpack on. He is leaning over the handlebars like he is crossing the finish line like Nicky Hayden on an empty tank. (Aerodynamics, you know!) Then he sits straight up with perfect posture just like his mama taught him.
So the moral of my post is: for heaven's sake, do something about gas prices so we know who to make fun of again, I beg you!
7.31.2008
It's A Celebration, Bitches!
Happy Birthday to one of my (very few) readers. Ellen started out in my life as the wife of my Lovey's best friend.
She is now someone who shareS in my love of all things pop culture and general snarkiness. She also is co-creator of the most Beautiful Babies I've ever seen.
My gift for you today is a riddle: what friend of one of my Myspace friends is also pregs? HINT: some people should NEVER reproduce. Text me your answer when you figure it out.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, E! LOVE YOU!
She is now someone who shareS in my love of all things pop culture and general snarkiness. She also is co-creator of the most Beautiful Babies I've ever seen.
My gift for you today is a riddle: what friend of one of my Myspace friends is also pregs? HINT: some people should NEVER reproduce. Text me your answer when you figure it out.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, E! LOVE YOU!
7.13.2008
blackberry
Thi is a test of the emergency blogcast system. If it had been an actual emergency, you would be reading something clever and witty right now, but, um? No...just me learning to type again.
6.05.2008
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5.22.2008
And.....
Yes, we've played Rock Band every night since we got it. We even have a band name, The Fol De Rols. We are almost to the Get a Van level of performance, and we've made enough for Lovey's character to buy a bitchin' rock tee. We're sick people.
Always double-check your work
So you don't send your recipe for Creamy Chicken Enchiladas to your boss along with your Delinquency Report. :)
5.20.2008
The Big Four One, Part One
Let's actually digress to yesterday at almost this time.....
Lovey: "Your birthday present is in the trunk. Want to see it?"
Me: "It's not Guitar Hero, is it?"
Lovey: "No (voice is high, a signal of a not complete truth), it's not Guitar Hero."
Me: "It's soo Guitar Hero. That's not really my present, is it?"
Lovey: "It's not Guitar Hero, it's Rock Band and no, it isn't your present."
Sweet Jeebus! Are you kidding me? This is all I've heard about since yesterday when he got home from visiting his best friend. How they had the best time sitting around and jamming and laughing. Oh, no......
Lovey: "You are going to love it! We'll have so much fun together!"
Me: "Can I change my mind about the motorcycle?"
At this point, Lovey anxiously takes Rock Band upstairs to set it up. I am downstairs making my birthday cake. Yum! Chocolate Sour Creme Pound Cake with White Icing. It sounds sad, yes, making your own cake, but where, oh where would I have gotten this otherwise?
So after the cake is out of the oven, I go upstairs when I find out Rock Band *COMES WITH A MICROPHONE*. Oh, yeah! I am "blessed" with being able to remember the words to nearly every song I hear but can't sing a lick! I must admit I sound *fine* when I have the ipod on or when I'm in the car alone. Otherwise, the dogs just look at me like they are begging me to stop singing.
Lovey is strumming his "guitar" like he's Eric Clapton. He tells me to pick a song to sing. I pick "Creep" by Radiohead. I've always loved that song. And I nail it! On my first try. Lovey tells me I did great and high-fives me. I pick another by Oasis and I'M HOOKED. I am kind of surprised that I don't sound so bad. How embarrassing really for me....but this is great! Lovey says I can sing ok, it's just when I pretend sing and yell that makes his ears bleed. Isn't is cute when dorks marry?
So today....
The dogs decided that I shouldn't be able to sleep late on my birthday. Growling, barking, growling until I get out of bed at 9:30 finally. Lovey has left me a very sweet birthday card before he left for work. Sweetie!
As I'm making my cup of Senseo coffee (another little gift to myself), the barking is already getting to me. I tell Pullo: "You know what I really wanted for my birthday? For your fat ass to go to Doggie Daycare today!"
I decide that I need to go to TJ for a black strapless bra. I really don't care if I don't go anywhere today, but I'm going to look cute, dang it! My birthday dress is a $9.99 J. Crew silk dress by way of Rugged Warehouse. It's similar to this one, but not so poufy:
and it's much larger, of course.
TJ is a bust except for finding a pair of silver jazz shoes that I'm pretty sure Ducky Dale wore in Pretty in Pink. Eesh! Ross is closed for some random reason, computer blah-blah the magic marker sign says. Of course, Target never lets me down. My size is the first one I see so I snag it.
I decide that my birthday lunch will be a McAlister's large sweet tea and a gyro from my favorite, Belle's House of Pizza. How sad am I that I programmed their number in my phone? I hit send and immediately, I get a recording rambling something about hours of operation. I can't hear what they said about Tuesday. I hang up and call back. "Monday and Tuesday 4 PM until...." What! 4! FOUR! Are you kidding me? Four? I alternately mumble and yell "FOUR" for the remainder of my drive home. FOUR?
Four. 4. More importantly, what am I supposed to eat now?
Here is the birthday want list update. Some Asshat out bid me of my J. Crew shoes at the last minute. I'd like to think I drove the price up they had to pay though. Ha! Take that!
Yesterday though, when I went to West Ashley shopping (for a change) I found these reasonable facsimiles for $10 on clearance:
SCORE! Helmet not included...
I also find this knockoff-ish bag of the Tiger bag for $19:
Hmmmm....by my calculations, I have saved around $450 with just these two purchases. Which means I may be able to talk myself into buying this light for my bathroom:
I couldn't find any Adirondack chairs I liked at Good Wood, I got my Vera Wang and my Sleep bubble bath, but I'll wait to get the Matchbox 20 with some Juno thrown in from Amazon (the cheap prevails).
The rest of my day, I have spent eating a Ye Olde Fashioned hamburger (the answer to my lunch question, but just not the same), deep-conditioning my hair, exfoliating with my own sugar scrub concoction and self-tanning. Pretty soon, Lovey will be home and we'll eat some of my cake
(it don't look purdy, but it shore looks tasty!) and probably sing until I'm hoarse again like yesterday.
I almost forgot! The girls at the Apt. Guide sent me these beautiful flowers yesterday
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and I ordered myself a box of Ultra-fine Point Brown Sharpies. Because who doesn't love a brown sharpie?
I still haven't quite decided what I want Lovey to get me for my birthday, but I may have narrowed it down to a better camera and good photo printer. We'll wait for the weekend to have a nice dinner out and maybe have some people over to share in our Dorkdom of Rock Band. Peace out! Thank you, Cleveland, we love you!
I also got a great compliment: my uncle Ken, the architect, told my aunt that I would have made a good architect judging by how my bathroom redo is turning out. Made my day!
Lovey: "Your birthday present is in the trunk. Want to see it?"
Me: "It's not Guitar Hero, is it?"
Lovey: "No (voice is high, a signal of a not complete truth), it's not Guitar Hero."
Me: "It's soo Guitar Hero. That's not really my present, is it?"
Lovey: "It's not Guitar Hero, it's Rock Band and no, it isn't your present."
Sweet Jeebus! Are you kidding me? This is all I've heard about since yesterday when he got home from visiting his best friend. How they had the best time sitting around and jamming and laughing. Oh, no......
Lovey: "You are going to love it! We'll have so much fun together!"
Me: "Can I change my mind about the motorcycle?"
At this point, Lovey anxiously takes Rock Band upstairs to set it up. I am downstairs making my birthday cake. Yum! Chocolate Sour Creme Pound Cake with White Icing. It sounds sad, yes, making your own cake, but where, oh where would I have gotten this otherwise?
So after the cake is out of the oven, I go upstairs when I find out Rock Band *COMES WITH A MICROPHONE*. Oh, yeah! I am "blessed" with being able to remember the words to nearly every song I hear but can't sing a lick! I must admit I sound *fine* when I have the ipod on or when I'm in the car alone. Otherwise, the dogs just look at me like they are begging me to stop singing.
Lovey is strumming his "guitar" like he's Eric Clapton. He tells me to pick a song to sing. I pick "Creep" by Radiohead. I've always loved that song. And I nail it! On my first try. Lovey tells me I did great and high-fives me. I pick another by Oasis and I'M HOOKED. I am kind of surprised that I don't sound so bad. How embarrassing really for me....but this is great! Lovey says I can sing ok, it's just when I pretend sing and yell that makes his ears bleed. Isn't is cute when dorks marry?
So today....
The dogs decided that I shouldn't be able to sleep late on my birthday. Growling, barking, growling until I get out of bed at 9:30 finally. Lovey has left me a very sweet birthday card before he left for work. Sweetie!
As I'm making my cup of Senseo coffee (another little gift to myself), the barking is already getting to me. I tell Pullo: "You know what I really wanted for my birthday? For your fat ass to go to Doggie Daycare today!"
I decide that I need to go to TJ for a black strapless bra. I really don't care if I don't go anywhere today, but I'm going to look cute, dang it! My birthday dress is a $9.99 J. Crew silk dress by way of Rugged Warehouse. It's similar to this one, but not so poufy:
and it's much larger, of course.
TJ is a bust except for finding a pair of silver jazz shoes that I'm pretty sure Ducky Dale wore in Pretty in Pink. Eesh! Ross is closed for some random reason, computer blah-blah the magic marker sign says. Of course, Target never lets me down. My size is the first one I see so I snag it.
I decide that my birthday lunch will be a McAlister's large sweet tea and a gyro from my favorite, Belle's House of Pizza. How sad am I that I programmed their number in my phone? I hit send and immediately, I get a recording rambling something about hours of operation. I can't hear what they said about Tuesday. I hang up and call back. "Monday and Tuesday 4 PM until...." What! 4! FOUR! Are you kidding me? Four? I alternately mumble and yell "FOUR" for the remainder of my drive home. FOUR?
Four. 4. More importantly, what am I supposed to eat now?
Here is the birthday want list update. Some Asshat out bid me of my J. Crew shoes at the last minute. I'd like to think I drove the price up they had to pay though. Ha! Take that!
Yesterday though, when I went to West Ashley shopping (for a change) I found these reasonable facsimiles for $10 on clearance:
SCORE! Helmet not included...
I also find this knockoff-ish bag of the Tiger bag for $19:
Hmmmm....by my calculations, I have saved around $450 with just these two purchases. Which means I may be able to talk myself into buying this light for my bathroom:
I couldn't find any Adirondack chairs I liked at Good Wood, I got my Vera Wang and my Sleep bubble bath, but I'll wait to get the Matchbox 20 with some Juno thrown in from Amazon (the cheap prevails).
The rest of my day, I have spent eating a Ye Olde Fashioned hamburger (the answer to my lunch question, but just not the same), deep-conditioning my hair, exfoliating with my own sugar scrub concoction and self-tanning. Pretty soon, Lovey will be home and we'll eat some of my cake
(it don't look purdy, but it shore looks tasty!) and probably sing until I'm hoarse again like yesterday.
I almost forgot! The girls at the Apt. Guide sent me these beautiful flowers yesterday
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and I ordered myself a box of Ultra-fine Point Brown Sharpies. Because who doesn't love a brown sharpie?
I still haven't quite decided what I want Lovey to get me for my birthday, but I may have narrowed it down to a better camera and good photo printer. We'll wait for the weekend to have a nice dinner out and maybe have some people over to share in our Dorkdom of Rock Band. Peace out! Thank you, Cleveland, we love you!
I also got a great compliment: my uncle Ken, the architect, told my aunt that I would have made a good architect judging by how my bathroom redo is turning out. Made my day!
5.18.2008
Can't Wait, Can't Wait, Can't Wait!
I. Have. Missed. These. Girls! It's like seeing friends I haven't seen in a while. Everytime I see the trailer, it makes me tingle in anticipation of May 30th.
For the last episode of the series, I sat in my big cushy chair, lit candles and watched intently in the dark, dreading the ending credits. It was the end of an era, people! And when Carrie came in the diner and everyone was so happy her, I bawled! Bawled!!! It was about this time that Lovey came downstairs and LAUGHED AT ME! Laughed! Because I was so caught up in the show.
He doesn't understand: I can see a part of myself in each of the girls.
Carrie is the Fashion Fetish part of me.
When I was little, my grandmama wouldn't leave the house if her purse and shoes didn't match. Do you know how long it took me to not do that? Carrie gives me the courage to wear weird stuff - even around me house - that I probably wouldn't otherwise. And like Carrie, I, too, have made "ugh" mistakes and had my heart broken and dated losers and finally found The One. For her, it's kind of hard to tell with the information floating out there. I hope it's Happily Ever After for her with Big, but I always had a soft spot for Aidan. Oooooh, Aidan!
Charlotte is the Southern Girl of Me
She is the part of me that always puts a tablecloth on the dining room table when we have company and why all my silverware matches. The reason I run around the house feverishly before people come over trying to make sure everything is in its place and that we don't live like savages.
Miranda is the Sarcastic part of me.
The reason that I PRAY it never becomes illegal to discrimate against stupid people. Because they ain't a protected class - yet!
Samantha is the Brown-Chicken-Brown-Cow part of me.
Myeah! I can be sexy if I put my mind to it. I can! Ask Lovey! Errr.don't! Guys usually say way too much about stuff when you don't want them to.
My friend Christian is excited about the movie, too. Here is what she wrote me about the Perfect Way We Would Watch the Fabulous Movie:
"In a perfect world I would fly you in my personal helicopter to Charlotte for a night of wine and chocolate and cheese.. Like an early fondue at Melting Pot... then our limo would take us to the theater, where, of course, we would display our fabulous selves and our shiny Grammy-style dresses on the red velvet carpet I made them roll out just for us. As we enter the the box office and find our favorite new pjs and cozy slippers in our personal changing areas with wine and strawberries and some chocolate. (cuz fancy shoes are uncomfortable and I can't breath in that dumb dress.)
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> Then the two thrones I had them install in the center of the top section of the theater (remove the closest seats so we are not bothered in our red cush reclinging thrones) would have a plethera of junk food and wine waiting. The audience would be LOADed with cool chics that wish they could be us, but dont hate us bc we are dang cool. They would pause it everytime we had to pee and refill our wine goblets while we refreshed in the sparkling W.C. When it was over, they would have the gossip, out takes, and favorite funny clips for all season of SitC ready for us to watch... Then we would laugh hysterically and go to a spa for a 2 hour massage (the firs thour would be wasted since we are wasted and giggling) then fly you home in your comfy jammas and fuzzy slippers. >
That would be luscious! Maybe we can wear these shirts with our jammy bottoms...
And don't forget the waterproof mascara.
Bet You Thought This Was LOOOONG Finished...
Here are a few shots of the tile tub surround I (finally) finished last weekend:
I am very pleased with how it turned out. Now if only I could find a tub spout I like (that fits) to replace the "rustic" one that I currently have. (See second pic).
I am very pleased with how it turned out. Now if only I could find a tub spout I like (that fits) to replace the "rustic" one that I currently have. (See second pic).
5.17.2008
Me in Full Leathers? Horror!
How much do I love my boy? Lots! For all of the things he does that makes me shake my head, I truly adore that guy.
Several weeks ago, he asks me if I wanted this: the Ducati Monster.
M'what?
Where the heck did that come from?
He scoffed when I told him I wanted this:
How cute is the Gap Crazy Stripe Vespa?
So he tells me that he thinks it would be cool for me to get a motorcycle and ride with him. I wouldn't have been more surprised if he had asked me to become a stripper. Not to mention the thought had never crossed my mind to have a motorcycle.
This continued over the course of several days with him picking my brain as to my enthusiasm of having a bike. One night he says, "On a scale of 1 - 10, how interested are you in having a bike?" My answer, "Um, 2?"
See, here is how the whole motorcycle thing has gone in our house. Lovey had a bike (which I loved, not that I don't love the current on) when we first met. I would hear him pulling into the parking lot and watch him (through the blinds) come around the corner to the apartment.
For all of the time we've been together, it's been this way: He goes riding with his friends on Sunday afternoons; I go to TJ or Marshalls or Target or deep-condition/exfoliate. It's his guy day and my girl day.
Never would I have thought to try to invade this guy inner sanctum. Bikes are his thing; shopping is mne. But the more I thought about it, the more flattered that I became. How cool is it that he wanted me to ride with him? That he wanted me to be a part of that part of his life? Like I said, I love that boy.
I still don't want a bike though....Unless I can have a helmet with shoes on it.
Several weeks ago, he asks me if I wanted this: the Ducati Monster.
M'what?
Where the heck did that come from?
He scoffed when I told him I wanted this:
How cute is the Gap Crazy Stripe Vespa?
So he tells me that he thinks it would be cool for me to get a motorcycle and ride with him. I wouldn't have been more surprised if he had asked me to become a stripper. Not to mention the thought had never crossed my mind to have a motorcycle.
This continued over the course of several days with him picking my brain as to my enthusiasm of having a bike. One night he says, "On a scale of 1 - 10, how interested are you in having a bike?" My answer, "Um, 2?"
See, here is how the whole motorcycle thing has gone in our house. Lovey had a bike (which I loved, not that I don't love the current on) when we first met. I would hear him pulling into the parking lot and watch him (through the blinds) come around the corner to the apartment.
For all of the time we've been together, it's been this way: He goes riding with his friends on Sunday afternoons; I go to TJ or Marshalls or Target or deep-condition/exfoliate. It's his guy day and my girl day.
Never would I have thought to try to invade this guy inner sanctum. Bikes are his thing; shopping is mne. But the more I thought about it, the more flattered that I became. How cool is it that he wanted me to ride with him? That he wanted me to be a part of that part of his life? Like I said, I love that boy.
I still don't want a bike though....Unless I can have a helmet with shoes on it.
So Nice, We Celebrated Thrice
So last year was a "pretty big" birthday year. I turned 40. Luckily, I'm told 40 is the new 30 so....great, I guess. It wasn't such a big deal really. Last year, I made my birthday An Event for myself. I decided that I would buy treat myself to a gift for each of the seven days leading up to the big day. And I succeeded admirably!
I decided this year that I should continue the tradition. Here are a few of the things I want this year:
The J. Crew Metallic Distressed Mary Jane
These stupid shoes sat in the Sale section of the J.Crew website for months, and of course, they are no longer there. Buzzards. Found them, of course, on ebay. Auction ends tomorrow. Damn the price! It's my birthday!
A pair of Adirondack Chairs
Not exactly this pair, but close. I want to paint them Charleston Green and put them on the back patio after I get the 16 x 16 slate tiles put down. Oops! Did I just say that? About my next project? Sorry, Lovey! You had to find out eventually...
Dooney + Bourke Tiger Bag
Cute, huh? But I'm way too cheap, and I so want other things more, LIKE:
Vera Wang Flower Princess Lotion
I bought myself the perfume a few weeks ago. So summery! If all goes according to my evil plan, I will have this this afternoon after work. While motorcycle boys are away, motorcycle wives will spend $$$.
Matchbox 20 Exile On Mainstream
I can't help myself. I love these guys. I must have the new CD.
Bath and Body Works Aromatherapy Sleep line
Part of the reason I love my new bathtub. The scent is Vanilla Lavender and is heavenly! This Dream Bath in particular is bubbly and pleasantly scented at the same time. Wish I was there right now actually.
OPI Black Cherry Chutney
So what if it's summer? I can still wear deep purple polish.
The best part of my birthday this year is that I am off, not working, out of the office, gone for the day, leave me alone!!! Dogs willing, I'm going to sleep late and do absolutely nothing if I want to. Surely there is some girl movie I haven't seen yet...
I decided this year that I should continue the tradition. Here are a few of the things I want this year:
The J. Crew Metallic Distressed Mary Jane
These stupid shoes sat in the Sale section of the J.Crew website for months, and of course, they are no longer there. Buzzards. Found them, of course, on ebay. Auction ends tomorrow. Damn the price! It's my birthday!
A pair of Adirondack Chairs
Not exactly this pair, but close. I want to paint them Charleston Green and put them on the back patio after I get the 16 x 16 slate tiles put down. Oops! Did I just say that? About my next project? Sorry, Lovey! You had to find out eventually...
Dooney + Bourke Tiger Bag
Cute, huh? But I'm way too cheap, and I so want other things more, LIKE:
Vera Wang Flower Princess Lotion
I bought myself the perfume a few weeks ago. So summery! If all goes according to my evil plan, I will have this this afternoon after work. While motorcycle boys are away, motorcycle wives will spend $$$.
Matchbox 20 Exile On Mainstream
I can't help myself. I love these guys. I must have the new CD.
Bath and Body Works Aromatherapy Sleep line
Part of the reason I love my new bathtub. The scent is Vanilla Lavender and is heavenly! This Dream Bath in particular is bubbly and pleasantly scented at the same time. Wish I was there right now actually.
OPI Black Cherry Chutney
So what if it's summer? I can still wear deep purple polish.
The best part of my birthday this year is that I am off, not working, out of the office, gone for the day, leave me alone!!! Dogs willing, I'm going to sleep late and do absolutely nothing if I want to. Surely there is some girl movie I haven't seen yet...
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