This weekend I dog sat for my friends Sarah and Mike. Good times. Sarah and Mike are the ones that I believe H posted about from a wedding. Not sure. Anyway, let's just say, drunkenness occurred with H and I. Open. Bar. Need I say more?!?
Anyway, they were using up a wedding gift from our office building and so they had asked if I could dog sit. And I love their dog. LOVE HIM. The only things I don't really enjoy (but find funny) about Max, a Boston Terrier, who I refer to as Max E. Pad (and Mike absolutely hates it) are as follows:
1) He likes to sleep between my legs. Either on top of the covers or underneath the covers. And even if I move him, he just goes back.
2) I could be sleeping on my back and he'll still move between my legs so I have to move my leg all awkwardly and try to sleep.
3) He likes to go up and sniff my ear while I sleep and then he'll move the covers up and bury under the covers to get there. Much like a mole or some other animal that likes to dig.
4) He is constantly licking stuff. Like the sheets, his paws, the couch. Which would make the sleeping between my legs super awkward if he had his head facing my you know what, but thank goodness he sleeps the other way.
5) He won't let me make the bed. He just keeps jumping up on the bed. He thinks it's a game.
I adore Max though. I wish I could have taken him to the dog park or something though. But walking, well. . . still a little slow. . .
On a complete and utter side note, the first time Dean and I spent the night together (in the beginning of our strictly platonic friendship) was when I was dog sitting. Max kept freaking me out that first time I dog sat by jumping up and running to the door barking. Dean and I had only really known each other for like a month, but he volunteered to stay the night with me since I was telling everyone how it was freaking me out. Perhaps I should have let him stay on the couch that night. However, if he had never spent the night, I probably wouldn't have gotten to know him as well as I do. He had diarrhea of the mouth that first morning. Seriously, just kept talking. And I highly doubt my bed head made him nervous. . . :)
Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
She Said What?!?
I had originally written this in an email to my friends because it really disturbed me. I've decided to now make a post about it.
I watch the Biggest Loser sometimes and am really impressed by the people losing all the weight. However, Jillian Michaels scares me. She does. And now I realize, she is actually a very unhealthy person at heart. She might also have had an eating disorder at one time based on what she said in the article. Soo not good. Jillian, they have weight ranges for a reason!!! I was actually reading about her new workout tape and was actually considering buying it but not if she's wanting me to really starve myself!!!
Here is the excerpt from the article that made me re question her judgement:
Your body wants you to be a little flabby: “Taking off these last problem pounds requires discipline. You’re fighting you’re body’s natural chemistry,” she says. Your body wants to keep on an extra 10–15 pounds in case of famine, a long winter or other disasters that have plagued humans throughout history. Losing the last 10 pounds isn’t always about getting healthy in the same way losing 30 or 40 is. Sometimes, it’s about vanity, and for vanity, you have to make sacrifices. “Your body doesn’t want to shed that weight just because you are a narcissist and want to wear size two jeans,” she says. “You have to trick your body into thinking it’s a safe weight,” and that means plowing through the program without giving your body the chance to rebound back to its old weight.
She's 5'2". I always pictured her taller. But she's short. It just really disturbs me. And in all honesty, the weight doesn't necessarily matter as much as body fat percentage and whatnot in terms of being healthy. I teach a Pilates class, and the size 0 girl who is maybe 100lbs and two inches shorter than me, isn't as athletic as me. And isn't able to do the things that I can athletically. Well she can probably do more things than me now seeing as I'm an ankle short at the moment. . .
I'm not saying by any means I'm healthy and at a healthy BMI, but still. She's probably at a low BMI I would guess. "Healthy" not sure that's a great term. I'm not sure the term "vanity" should even be involved in weight loss. You should lose weight for the right reasons. Like you need to. Not because you want to so you can be deathly skinny. I'm just really sad to see a supposed health professional say that. It saddens me. . .
Stepping off my soap box now. . .
I watch the Biggest Loser sometimes and am really impressed by the people losing all the weight. However, Jillian Michaels scares me. She does. And now I realize, she is actually a very unhealthy person at heart. She might also have had an eating disorder at one time based on what she said in the article. Soo not good. Jillian, they have weight ranges for a reason!!! I was actually reading about her new workout tape and was actually considering buying it but not if she's wanting me to really starve myself!!!
Here is the excerpt from the article that made me re question her judgement:
Your body wants you to be a little flabby: “Taking off these last problem pounds requires discipline. You’re fighting you’re body’s natural chemistry,” she says. Your body wants to keep on an extra 10–15 pounds in case of famine, a long winter or other disasters that have plagued humans throughout history. Losing the last 10 pounds isn’t always about getting healthy in the same way losing 30 or 40 is. Sometimes, it’s about vanity, and for vanity, you have to make sacrifices. “Your body doesn’t want to shed that weight just because you are a narcissist and want to wear size two jeans,” she says. “You have to trick your body into thinking it’s a safe weight,” and that means plowing through the program without giving your body the chance to rebound back to its old weight.
She's 5'2". I always pictured her taller. But she's short. It just really disturbs me. And in all honesty, the weight doesn't necessarily matter as much as body fat percentage and whatnot in terms of being healthy. I teach a Pilates class, and the size 0 girl who is maybe 100lbs and two inches shorter than me, isn't as athletic as me. And isn't able to do the things that I can athletically. Well she can probably do more things than me now seeing as I'm an ankle short at the moment. . .
I'm not saying by any means I'm healthy and at a healthy BMI, but still. She's probably at a low BMI I would guess. "Healthy" not sure that's a great term. I'm not sure the term "vanity" should even be involved in weight loss. You should lose weight for the right reasons. Like you need to. Not because you want to so you can be deathly skinny. I'm just really sad to see a supposed health professional say that. It saddens me. . .
Stepping off my soap box now. . .
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Crutches. . . Be gone!!
I have given up using the crutches today. Mainly because well. . . My triceps hurt from yesterday. Is that sad or what?!? I work them out in Pilates and my regular workout routine all the time but I guess not enough. Or I could be using my crutches entirely wrong and putting too much weight on my arms. I don't know.
Now I just walk at a snail's pace. The bad part: I'm a speed walker. All the time. I get told to slow down quite a bit. When I was in Chicago with my friend Kaci a couple of weekends ago, we were walking to the train and I said, "Am I walking super fast?" and she said "Yes, you're like running." I didn't mean to be either. Oh well!! I wish I could video tape how slow I have to walk. It's quite comical.
Oh and my nephew is wearing the shirt, tie, and belt I got him for his birthday AGAIN. He wore it for Easter and then wanted to wear it again yesterday but my sister said he couldn't because she had to wash it. He was just as happy to wear the belt. Then she said he wanted to wear it again today, so she let him. He's just tooo cute!!
****Okay apparently Dean's not the only one who forgets that I can't walk. My friend Sarah after she brought me lunch today (because I forgot mine and can't really walk to go get some) asked a couple hours later if I would want to go for a walk tonight after work. I said that I would love to as long as she doesn't mind walking slow. Then she said "Oooh yeah. . .I forgot about that!" haha!!
Now I just walk at a snail's pace. The bad part: I'm a speed walker. All the time. I get told to slow down quite a bit. When I was in Chicago with my friend Kaci a couple of weekends ago, we were walking to the train and I said, "Am I walking super fast?" and she said "Yes, you're like running." I didn't mean to be either. Oh well!! I wish I could video tape how slow I have to walk. It's quite comical.
Oh and my nephew is wearing the shirt, tie, and belt I got him for his birthday AGAIN. He wore it for Easter and then wanted to wear it again yesterday but my sister said he couldn't because she had to wash it. He was just as happy to wear the belt. Then she said he wanted to wear it again today, so she let him. He's just tooo cute!!
****Okay apparently Dean's not the only one who forgets that I can't walk. My friend Sarah after she brought me lunch today (because I forgot mine and can't really walk to go get some) asked a couple hours later if I would want to go for a walk tonight after work. I said that I would love to as long as she doesn't mind walking slow. Then she said "Oooh yeah. . .I forgot about that!" haha!!
Helpful Hints. . .
Need to find out if you have a papercut?
Just rub anti-bacterial stuff on your hands. The alcohol in it will find the cuts in no time!!
Just rub anti-bacterial stuff on your hands. The alcohol in it will find the cuts in no time!!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Coordinated. . . I am not. . .
I hope that wasn't the title to H's post. .. I would feel bad for stealing a title. . .maybe. . . ;)
Anyway. . . I teach Pilates classes. To be specific: I teach Bosu, Jump Board, and the Reformer. I do not teach other forms of Pilates. Last Wednesday, I was teaching a Bosu class and we were about 40 minutes into the class and were doing what I call suicides-running going up and down on the ball. Well instead of being a normal person and using my foot to land, I decided to step down on my ankle. Not a good move. AT ALL. I severely sprained my ankle. And I mean SEVERE.
I'm used to injury. I used to sprain my ankle a lot in junior high. I broke my nose in high school. I sprained my ankle in college. I broke my pinky toe two years ago in April helping a waitress with the door to the patio. I know injury. However, this has been painful. And it has even caused me to think that X-rays would have been a good idea because I might have broken something. However, I can still balance on my ankle without excruciating pain or pain in my nerves, so I know I'm just over worrying.
Today I also realized that crutches suck. They do. If you don't believe, walk on them for a few days. That will teach you to think that crutches are cool. H suggested I get a wheelchair. I'm starting to agree. I would rather walk like a snail than use my crutches anymore. I did though get to use one of those scooter carts at Super WalMart while grocery shopping with my parents. They wanted to go to Sam's Club but since their daughter couldn't walk and Sam's doesn't have motorized carts, they opted for the SWM. The SWM was also closer. So win-win for them. Oh how I wish middle IL had Super Targets. Oh well. I was by far the skinniest and youngest person on the scooter.
Stupid, stupid ankle. The best part of it all is on the day I hurt myself, my mom apparently stepped on our Yorkie and my parents rushed him to the vet because Butch was having problems with one of his legs. It turns out Yorkie's have a tendency to easily dislocate their legs. And that's what happened. When I called my dad to tell him that he definitely needs to get me crutches when I come home because I can't really walk, he tells me that Butch had such a hard time that morning walking as well and barely made it from the bedroom to the family room in front of the heater. Yeah. Poor Butch. I wanted to remind him how he could have easily picked Butch up and carried him but I refrained.
Another bad thing about my ankle is that I could not chase my nephew this weekend. He likes to be chased and we do airplane. When I was showing him what foot was hurt he said "Please let A's foot go back to how it was and be all better. Amen." He did it without being prompted. I looked at my sister and she said "yes, he's quite the prayer!" I then just squeezed him. On Saturday night, he sort of forgot about the injury and wanted me to do airplane. Amazingly enough, I gave it a shot with one foot. I could only do it 4 times though. It's hard on one foot!!!!
Maybe some cute guy will come and wait on me at home. I'd ask Dean but the three times I've talked to him since Wednesday and I mention something about my foot like "Crutches suck" or "driving is kind of difficult" he says "Why? Ohhh that's right. . . your ankle." So I'm thinking, he's not going to remember to come and wait on me. . .
Anyway. . . I teach Pilates classes. To be specific: I teach Bosu, Jump Board, and the Reformer. I do not teach other forms of Pilates. Last Wednesday, I was teaching a Bosu class and we were about 40 minutes into the class and were doing what I call suicides-running going up and down on the ball. Well instead of being a normal person and using my foot to land, I decided to step down on my ankle. Not a good move. AT ALL. I severely sprained my ankle. And I mean SEVERE.
I'm used to injury. I used to sprain my ankle a lot in junior high. I broke my nose in high school. I sprained my ankle in college. I broke my pinky toe two years ago in April helping a waitress with the door to the patio. I know injury. However, this has been painful. And it has even caused me to think that X-rays would have been a good idea because I might have broken something. However, I can still balance on my ankle without excruciating pain or pain in my nerves, so I know I'm just over worrying.
Today I also realized that crutches suck. They do. If you don't believe, walk on them for a few days. That will teach you to think that crutches are cool. H suggested I get a wheelchair. I'm starting to agree. I would rather walk like a snail than use my crutches anymore. I did though get to use one of those scooter carts at Super WalMart while grocery shopping with my parents. They wanted to go to Sam's Club but since their daughter couldn't walk and Sam's doesn't have motorized carts, they opted for the SWM. The SWM was also closer. So win-win for them. Oh how I wish middle IL had Super Targets. Oh well. I was by far the skinniest and youngest person on the scooter.
Stupid, stupid ankle. The best part of it all is on the day I hurt myself, my mom apparently stepped on our Yorkie and my parents rushed him to the vet because Butch was having problems with one of his legs. It turns out Yorkie's have a tendency to easily dislocate their legs. And that's what happened. When I called my dad to tell him that he definitely needs to get me crutches when I come home because I can't really walk, he tells me that Butch had such a hard time that morning walking as well and barely made it from the bedroom to the family room in front of the heater. Yeah. Poor Butch. I wanted to remind him how he could have easily picked Butch up and carried him but I refrained.
Another bad thing about my ankle is that I could not chase my nephew this weekend. He likes to be chased and we do airplane. When I was showing him what foot was hurt he said "Please let A's foot go back to how it was and be all better. Amen." He did it without being prompted. I looked at my sister and she said "yes, he's quite the prayer!" I then just squeezed him. On Saturday night, he sort of forgot about the injury and wanted me to do airplane. Amazingly enough, I gave it a shot with one foot. I could only do it 4 times though. It's hard on one foot!!!!
Maybe some cute guy will come and wait on me at home. I'd ask Dean but the three times I've talked to him since Wednesday and I mention something about my foot like "Crutches suck" or "driving is kind of difficult" he says "Why? Ohhh that's right. . . your ankle." So I'm thinking, he's not going to remember to come and wait on me. . .
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
The "talk" Part 2
Flash forward to about three days later and I'm out with my friend Jeff.
Me: I can't believe I'm here with you watching a stupid Wisconsin game.
Jeff: Maybe you should quit knocking Wisconsin's awesomeness. By the way, what's going on with you and Dean?
Me: I then basically delve into the entire prior Part 1.
Jeff: Wait. He asked you?? And you said nothing???
Me: Yep. Pretty much.
Jeff: Not sure if you're aware but if a guy brings up the "talk" it pretty much means that he's wanting it to be more than just friends. Plus the guy has the greatest will power known to man. He sleeps in your bed every weekend. He wants to sleep in your bed every weekend. And I'm pretty sure you like him, so how on earth could you NOT say something?
Me: I don't know. I just don't know.
Jeff: You're retarded. You NEED to say something. You HAVE to say something. Plus guys and girls can't be just friends. I mean seriously. It's not possible.
Me: It's possible. I have a ton of guy friends. It's possible.
Jeff: All I'm saying is that we're friends. But I would have sex with you in a heart beat. That's all I'm saying.
Then it pretty much went downhill from there. . . haha!! And then I think every other guy friend I talked to said that I was a complete and utter idiot. I heard that a lot in the subsequent days. That I was an idiot. I ruined things. . . blah, blah, blah. . .
Then finally on Wed the 13th a week later I get the courage to say something to him. Well. . . sort of. He had soccer and then after his soccer game I asked if he wanted to go out for a drink afterwards. He was like sure. And one of the things he asks first when we sit down and order our drinks was "So, have you talked to that other guy?" No. No I haven't and No I'm not planning to.
Anyway, we sit at the bar for like two hours and I don't get the courage to say anything until we are outside going to our cars. Why? Because that's how I roll.
Anyway, picture me with two beers, no supper, and nervous as heck. Pretty much you get me with diarrhea of the mouth and constantly babbling.
Long story short: I think throughout the whole conversation I say "I don't want anything to ruin our friendship." And I finally get out "I would date you if you asked me." To which he says "I stayed here when I lost my job because of you."
And then we go back to being weird friends.
--This is obviously isn't how I wanted to finish this. . . but I'll have more of a rant later when I am up to it.
Me: I can't believe I'm here with you watching a stupid Wisconsin game.
Jeff: Maybe you should quit knocking Wisconsin's awesomeness. By the way, what's going on with you and Dean?
Me: I then basically delve into the entire prior Part 1.
Jeff: Wait. He asked you?? And you said nothing???
Me: Yep. Pretty much.
Jeff: Not sure if you're aware but if a guy brings up the "talk" it pretty much means that he's wanting it to be more than just friends. Plus the guy has the greatest will power known to man. He sleeps in your bed every weekend. He wants to sleep in your bed every weekend. And I'm pretty sure you like him, so how on earth could you NOT say something?
Me: I don't know. I just don't know.
Jeff: You're retarded. You NEED to say something. You HAVE to say something. Plus guys and girls can't be just friends. I mean seriously. It's not possible.
Me: It's possible. I have a ton of guy friends. It's possible.
Jeff: All I'm saying is that we're friends. But I would have sex with you in a heart beat. That's all I'm saying.
Then it pretty much went downhill from there. . . haha!! And then I think every other guy friend I talked to said that I was a complete and utter idiot. I heard that a lot in the subsequent days. That I was an idiot. I ruined things. . . blah, blah, blah. . .
Then finally on Wed the 13th a week later I get the courage to say something to him. Well. . . sort of. He had soccer and then after his soccer game I asked if he wanted to go out for a drink afterwards. He was like sure. And one of the things he asks first when we sit down and order our drinks was "So, have you talked to that other guy?" No. No I haven't and No I'm not planning to.
Anyway, we sit at the bar for like two hours and I don't get the courage to say anything until we are outside going to our cars. Why? Because that's how I roll.
Anyway, picture me with two beers, no supper, and nervous as heck. Pretty much you get me with diarrhea of the mouth and constantly babbling.
Long story short: I think throughout the whole conversation I say "I don't want anything to ruin our friendship." And I finally get out "I would date you if you asked me." To which he says "I stayed here when I lost my job because of you."
And then we go back to being weird friends.
--This is obviously isn't how I wanted to finish this. . . but I'll have more of a rant later when I am up to it.
The "talk" Part 1
Of all the times I should have had an answer. Or at least a complete thought. Or have not just been so aloof. But no, the way I work is that I am completely and utterly hopeless.
Dean brought up the "talk". And for some reason I wasn't ready for it. I know people kept telling me you need to bring it up. YOU need to say something. It was always me bringing it up and saying something to him. ME. I had to be the one to do it. I was going to so many times too but no time seemed like a good time. Something always was happening. I'd get bad news. He'd get bad news. He'd pass out and be asleep. I'd pass out. But alas, on a Wednesday night at approximately 1am, he brings up the "talk".
Let me paint the picture: I found out bad news about Josie that day. He was going to come over and hang out before his late soccer games and eat. Well. . . he got a phone interview and then had to run an errand. His car died and then I had to go and jump it. By jump it, I really just brought my car so he could do the whole start it back up thing. So by then, it was better that we just went straight to the game. The games got over around 11 and he still wanted to hang out if I did. And of course I did, he's comforting. So he comes over and since my roommate was there, we went and watched TV in my room and chatted.
So keep in mind, it's late. I'm tired. And all I want him to do is stay and I don't care that it's a school night. He keeps saying how he needs to leave probably, and I keep saying he can stay. I even go and get ready for bed and under the covers to prove my point that he can stay. And then it's quiet for sometime and I look over and his eyes are closed.
Me: Just stay. Go Shower and stay.
Him: Fine.
I close my eyes and almost drift off to sleep.
Him: (Loud sigh) What's going on here?
Me: Huh?!? (I was half-asleep!)
Him: I mean, what's going on with us?
Me: Huh?!? (Not sure if you notice a pattern with me. . .)
Him: I mean, everyone asks what's going on with us and I say we're friends because we are friends but are we really friends?
Me: We're awkward friends.
Him: We're not awkward.
Me: We're not normal!
Him: Okay, we're not normal. I know other guys are interested in you and I would feel bad if you're not going out with them because of me. And I would hate to think that they're not asking you out because of me. And I guess the same can be said about me. I would feel bad if I was hurting you or something if I went out with another girl.
Me: Ummm. . . I do go out on dates. . . And yes, when they find out about you I do get "I didn't realize you were dating someone else." And then it pretty much ends there.
Him: Oh. (Long pause) So we're friends??
Me: Yeah of course we're friends.
Him: Do you still want me to stay?
Me: Yeah. . .
Him: Okay, I'll go shower now then.
I do realize this is not good. . . I missed my opportunity right then and there. I let my moment pass me by so to speak. Like in My Best Friend's Wedding when Julia Roberts and Dermot Mulroney are on the boat and he sings to her. That's me. I'm going to be chasing down his soon to be fiancee after I had just tried to kiss him. I am my own bad romance comedy. (And by bad I mean it doesn't end the way we want it to.)
Dean brought up the "talk". And for some reason I wasn't ready for it. I know people kept telling me you need to bring it up. YOU need to say something. It was always me bringing it up and saying something to him. ME. I had to be the one to do it. I was going to so many times too but no time seemed like a good time. Something always was happening. I'd get bad news. He'd get bad news. He'd pass out and be asleep. I'd pass out. But alas, on a Wednesday night at approximately 1am, he brings up the "talk".
Let me paint the picture: I found out bad news about Josie that day. He was going to come over and hang out before his late soccer games and eat. Well. . . he got a phone interview and then had to run an errand. His car died and then I had to go and jump it. By jump it, I really just brought my car so he could do the whole start it back up thing. So by then, it was better that we just went straight to the game. The games got over around 11 and he still wanted to hang out if I did. And of course I did, he's comforting. So he comes over and since my roommate was there, we went and watched TV in my room and chatted.
So keep in mind, it's late. I'm tired. And all I want him to do is stay and I don't care that it's a school night. He keeps saying how he needs to leave probably, and I keep saying he can stay. I even go and get ready for bed and under the covers to prove my point that he can stay. And then it's quiet for sometime and I look over and his eyes are closed.
Me: Just stay. Go Shower and stay.
Him: Fine.
I close my eyes and almost drift off to sleep.
Him: (Loud sigh) What's going on here?
Me: Huh?!? (I was half-asleep!)
Him: I mean, what's going on with us?
Me: Huh?!? (Not sure if you notice a pattern with me. . .)
Him: I mean, everyone asks what's going on with us and I say we're friends because we are friends but are we really friends?
Me: We're awkward friends.
Him: We're not awkward.
Me: We're not normal!
Him: Okay, we're not normal. I know other guys are interested in you and I would feel bad if you're not going out with them because of me. And I would hate to think that they're not asking you out because of me. And I guess the same can be said about me. I would feel bad if I was hurting you or something if I went out with another girl.
Me: Ummm. . . I do go out on dates. . . And yes, when they find out about you I do get "I didn't realize you were dating someone else." And then it pretty much ends there.
Him: Oh. (Long pause) So we're friends??
Me: Yeah of course we're friends.
Him: Do you still want me to stay?
Me: Yeah. . .
Him: Okay, I'll go shower now then.
I do realize this is not good. . . I missed my opportunity right then and there. I let my moment pass me by so to speak. Like in My Best Friend's Wedding when Julia Roberts and Dermot Mulroney are on the boat and he sings to her. That's me. I'm going to be chasing down his soon to be fiancee after I had just tried to kiss him. I am my own bad romance comedy. (And by bad I mean it doesn't end the way we want it to.)
Monday, March 17, 2008
Top 'O the Morning to ye!
I realize it's afternoon. . . but Top 'O the afternoon just doesn't have the same effect!!
Man. . . I had a great weekend. I celebrated St. Patty's Day in Chicago like I have the last 6 years. My friend Mike kept saying "Happy St. Patty's DAY!! Observed." haha! Maybe you had to be there. . . but it was HILARIOUS!
I had some much needed close friend time which I think was exactly what the doctor ordered. There's nothing like being around your best friends who have known you your entire life. And my friend Kaci and I got some alone time which was nice. We got to hang out a little at Thanksgiving but we got like 2 days this time! I realize I haven't finished my two-parter yet, but let me just say, my friend Stephanie when telling her what has happened squeezed my face quite hard and asked what exactly she was going to do with me. I'm wondering myself people! I'm wondering myself! haha!!
The best part is that when we were all talking I realized, if I ever ran for public office, these two could bury me. Kaci maybe more than Stephanie because for some reason the only think Stephanie remembers me doing bad in high school wasn't bad at all. All she remembers was me getting hit in the head with a golf club. However, it did also come to my attention that Stephanie was usually with me when I was misbehaving, so she probably has every reason to forget! haha!! I got to hang out with some of my best guy friends from high school too which was nice. I miss those guys. I think David told me I needed to move to Chicago like 20 times through out the night. And Kaci said it at least every hour we were together. So at least 36 times since I stayed with her Friday AND Saturday night!
Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!!
Man. . . I had a great weekend. I celebrated St. Patty's Day in Chicago like I have the last 6 years. My friend Mike kept saying "Happy St. Patty's DAY!! Observed." haha! Maybe you had to be there. . . but it was HILARIOUS!
I had some much needed close friend time which I think was exactly what the doctor ordered. There's nothing like being around your best friends who have known you your entire life. And my friend Kaci and I got some alone time which was nice. We got to hang out a little at Thanksgiving but we got like 2 days this time! I realize I haven't finished my two-parter yet, but let me just say, my friend Stephanie when telling her what has happened squeezed my face quite hard and asked what exactly she was going to do with me. I'm wondering myself people! I'm wondering myself! haha!!
The best part is that when we were all talking I realized, if I ever ran for public office, these two could bury me. Kaci maybe more than Stephanie because for some reason the only think Stephanie remembers me doing bad in high school wasn't bad at all. All she remembers was me getting hit in the head with a golf club. However, it did also come to my attention that Stephanie was usually with me when I was misbehaving, so she probably has every reason to forget! haha!! I got to hang out with some of my best guy friends from high school too which was nice. I miss those guys. I think David told me I needed to move to Chicago like 20 times through out the night. And Kaci said it at least every hour we were together. So at least 36 times since I stayed with her Friday AND Saturday night!
Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Come Again?!?
Things I cannot for the life of me understand:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23595533/?GT1=43001
I mean seriously people. . . words cannot describe how not normal this is.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23595533/?GT1=43001
I mean seriously people. . . words cannot describe how not normal this is.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Girl Scout Cookies. . . Good or Evil??
My friend* Scott's daughter sold me girl scout cookies and he just brought them up to me. Now as you'll remember, I already got my first batch and have done well with only eating a few out of the one box.
As Scott handed me the cookies, he said "Try and not eat them all in one place." I laughed because he doesn't know how hard this might actually be. Well. . . unless I don't eat anything all day besides girl scout cookies.
On a side note: My stomach has shrunk some from the weight loss, so I can't quite gorge myself like I used to. Don't get me wrong. . . I have tried when I've been hung over and Dean on occasion tries to get me to eat more and really my stomach feels as if I am going to explode. Then of course I blame him for being ultra stuffed because as you well know, he held me down on the floor and shoved the extra food into my mouth and wouldn't let me up until I showed a clean mouth. This is also coming from the same guy who is tall and skinny and before we go out to eat will eat a frozen meal. And then when I get there and he's eating said meal, I'll say "Aren't we going out to eat?" and he'll say "Uh, it's a snack. We've got at least a 10 minute drive and 15 minute food wait."
So I ask Scott did his daughter make her goal. And he said "Yes, she sold 151 boxes and got the disco ball she wanted. So thank you for helping her get the disco ball which is more like a light thing that spins and has like mirrors on it and the girl scouts." So I can feel good about helping her and the girl scouts out but my body I don't think will be all that happy with me. . . :)
*I'm not sure how to classify Scott. We're definitely acquaintances but seem more than acquaintances since we do occasionally hang out outside the office building and we know personal things about each other and he genuinely cares if I'm doing okay. Plus he gets mad if my family comes into town and I don't bring them down to say hi. And he was the first to call out Dilldahl on their relationship. . . haha!! And asked me like a month later if they were dating yet! How cute!!
As Scott handed me the cookies, he said "Try and not eat them all in one place." I laughed because he doesn't know how hard this might actually be. Well. . . unless I don't eat anything all day besides girl scout cookies.
On a side note: My stomach has shrunk some from the weight loss, so I can't quite gorge myself like I used to. Don't get me wrong. . . I have tried when I've been hung over and Dean on occasion tries to get me to eat more and really my stomach feels as if I am going to explode. Then of course I blame him for being ultra stuffed because as you well know, he held me down on the floor and shoved the extra food into my mouth and wouldn't let me up until I showed a clean mouth. This is also coming from the same guy who is tall and skinny and before we go out to eat will eat a frozen meal. And then when I get there and he's eating said meal, I'll say "Aren't we going out to eat?" and he'll say "Uh, it's a snack. We've got at least a 10 minute drive and 15 minute food wait."
So I ask Scott did his daughter make her goal. And he said "Yes, she sold 151 boxes and got the disco ball she wanted. So thank you for helping her get the disco ball which is more like a light thing that spins and has like mirrors on it and the girl scouts." So I can feel good about helping her and the girl scouts out but my body I don't think will be all that happy with me. . . :)
*I'm not sure how to classify Scott. We're definitely acquaintances but seem more than acquaintances since we do occasionally hang out outside the office building and we know personal things about each other and he genuinely cares if I'm doing okay. Plus he gets mad if my family comes into town and I don't bring them down to say hi. And he was the first to call out Dilldahl on their relationship. . . haha!! And asked me like a month later if they were dating yet! How cute!!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Your TMI for the day:
I think I either have a cold or my allergies are starting even though it's still technically winter out. But either way, my throat is draining, my nose is running, and I keep sneezing.
I hate to really put added medicine in my system, so if I decide to take allergy medicine*, it must be driving me nuts. And I do everything I can to sort of flush the ailment out of my body which means drinking a lot of water and tea.
The problem: I'm at work and have literally gotten up to pee about 10 times today. I'm going on 10 as I write this. I guess at least I'm getting some extra exercise.
*I'm thinking it's more my allergies because on Saturday night I did in fact take said medicine AND still kept sneezing. However, today I noticed my snot looked green, which could mean a cold. . . so. . . still up in the air as to what is ailing me. . .
(And yes, I do look at my snot. . . but not in a gross way. It's more of a scientific way to make sure I'm not contagious!)
I hate to really put added medicine in my system, so if I decide to take allergy medicine*, it must be driving me nuts. And I do everything I can to sort of flush the ailment out of my body which means drinking a lot of water and tea.
The problem: I'm at work and have literally gotten up to pee about 10 times today. I'm going on 10 as I write this. I guess at least I'm getting some extra exercise.
*I'm thinking it's more my allergies because on Saturday night I did in fact take said medicine AND still kept sneezing. However, today I noticed my snot looked green, which could mean a cold. . . so. . . still up in the air as to what is ailing me. . .
(And yes, I do look at my snot. . . but not in a gross way. It's more of a scientific way to make sure I'm not contagious!)
Friday, March 7, 2008
Friday Thoughts. . .
Do you remember Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey?? I miss that guy. I bought my friend Jayne a book with them for her birthday one year, many, many, MANY years ago. . . my favorite one was:
One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said. "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down, he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.
I can't explain why I remember that one either. . .
Or this one:
I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they don't just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas.
I take that back. . . the Chihuahua one is probably my favorite.
Can I just tell everyone how much I love AND hate Girl Scout cookies. Why do they have to taste sooo good?!? And you know when you're buying them you're helping a little girl go to camp or get some cheap stereo that's pink. Yet they are soo horribly bad for you. Why can't they be high fiber and be like 50 calories. I want THOSE cookies. :)
I'm looking forward to tonight though. . . We're going to a Fish Fry. Man I love Lent! :) However, we are going to drink after that. I wonder is that's an oxymoron some how. I'll ponder that with my group while we drink a tall one. And tomorrow is game night. The girls are totally going to dominate. Can't wait!
Have a good weekend everyone!!
--A
One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said. "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down, he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.
I can't explain why I remember that one either. . .
Or this one:
I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they don't just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas.
I take that back. . . the Chihuahua one is probably my favorite.
Can I just tell everyone how much I love AND hate Girl Scout cookies. Why do they have to taste sooo good?!? And you know when you're buying them you're helping a little girl go to camp or get some cheap stereo that's pink. Yet they are soo horribly bad for you. Why can't they be high fiber and be like 50 calories. I want THOSE cookies. :)
I'm looking forward to tonight though. . . We're going to a Fish Fry. Man I love Lent! :) However, we are going to drink after that. I wonder is that's an oxymoron some how. I'll ponder that with my group while we drink a tall one. And tomorrow is game night. The girls are totally going to dominate. Can't wait!
Have a good weekend everyone!!
--A
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Dove Sayings for the Day
I was just thinking. . . Can I get in trouble for retyping these?? Are there copyright laws on the sayings??
Anyway. . . Here's the sayings for today. (That's right there's two. I ate 2. Sue me!!)
If they can do it, you know you can.
There's No excuse not to Dream.
I agree. 100% on this. On both really.
Oh wait. . . I just ate another one. . .
Smile before bed. You'll sleep better.
I too think that's true.
I also feel that I have many a posts to catch up on this weekend. I also need to do my taxes.
I'll probably be writing then! haha!!!
Anyway. . . Here's the sayings for today. (That's right there's two. I ate 2. Sue me!!)
If they can do it, you know you can.
There's No excuse not to Dream.
I agree. 100% on this. On both really.
Oh wait. . . I just ate another one. . .
Smile before bed. You'll sleep better.
I too think that's true.
I also feel that I have many a posts to catch up on this weekend. I also need to do my taxes.
I'll probably be writing then! haha!!!
Monday, March 3, 2008
Hilarious Post that never was. . .
I had one hilarious post for you readers that came to me while sitting at the airport in Minneapolis on Thursday afternoon. However, after sleeping and becoming busy at work the following day, it left me. But I will tell you about some good times that I had in the Twin Cities on Wednesday and Thursday.
But before I get story telling, there is one thing I must confess: I had a sex dream about Morgan Freeman. I don't know why. I don't know how. But I am completely disturbed by it. And H is very good about reminding me about it. Enough so, that she sent me pics on two occasions of him. Now it's never going to leave my mind.
My mid-week travel adventures:
I got to see H and my other cousin, which of course is always a good time! H was nice enough to pick me up from the airport and subsequently drive me around town and take me to eat, Cold Stone, and Byerly's! Thank you!!
Stories I wish I could make up about Wednesday night but I cannot:
--H, my cousin, and I are pretty sure we scared our waiter. He was VERY nervous to tell us the specials.
--H kept playing footsie with me underneath the table while we ate.
--H swore that there was a Morgan Freeman look-a-like at the next table and I swear took like 5 pics to see if she could get a picture of him.
--I was talking to my nephew on the phone and I thought he said his dad was being a poop. That wasn't what he said but my sister said that WAS what was happening! haha!! He said "Daddy is picking on me."
--H was backing out of the parking spot about the same time I was calling my boss to see if he wanted me to pick him up supper. What subsequently happened was that H at approximately the same time my boss picked up the phone yelled "HEY A$$HOLE!!" to the guy that honked at her as she was backing up. I was laughing so hard I almost peed my pants and there were definite tears coming out of my eyes. And then I was laughing so hard that I couldn't explain to my boss why I was laughing.
--I realize that most of my stories involve Dean because we hang out so effing much.
Thursday at the airport:
--I walked past the Women's restroom approximately 6 times. There wasn't a sign that stuck out from the wall like there usually is. I was actually talking to a co-worker on the phone and said "I can't believe there isn't a women's restroom close, but there's a Men's right here!"
--A guy in our gate was talking soooo loud on his blue tooth that it prompted the guy sitting next to me and I at the same time to say "Does he NOT realize he's talking so loud?" Then the guy and I started chatting and he's a writer. He writes mostly the training manuals for EMTs and first-responders and then trains the trainers on it. And somehow in our conversation I started babbling about drinking and he asked if I drank on the job and then I said no but I do work above a brewery. Then he asked where he should he at that night and I told him to eat at the Machine Shed since he was staying out by it. This is also further proof that I think everyone feels comfortable enough with me to tell me their life story. He wasn't telling me his life story by any means but I did find out that his daughter is going to Wheaton for college.
--I was on the plane behind someone who had a combination mullet/tail. It was too small a section to really be considered a mullet and too big a section to be considered a tail. I am not joking. I tried to non-obviously get a picture but to no avail! I didn't think people still did that. I will attempt to find a suitable reenactment picture to post.
I think that's it about my trip!
--Oh and why is that I leave home yesterday and it's 70 degrees and by the time I get back here it's 36?? SERIOUSLY!!!
But before I get story telling, there is one thing I must confess: I had a sex dream about Morgan Freeman. I don't know why. I don't know how. But I am completely disturbed by it. And H is very good about reminding me about it. Enough so, that she sent me pics on two occasions of him. Now it's never going to leave my mind.
My mid-week travel adventures:
I got to see H and my other cousin, which of course is always a good time! H was nice enough to pick me up from the airport and subsequently drive me around town and take me to eat, Cold Stone, and Byerly's! Thank you!!
Stories I wish I could make up about Wednesday night but I cannot:
--H, my cousin, and I are pretty sure we scared our waiter. He was VERY nervous to tell us the specials.
--H kept playing footsie with me underneath the table while we ate.
--H swore that there was a Morgan Freeman look-a-like at the next table and I swear took like 5 pics to see if she could get a picture of him.
--I was talking to my nephew on the phone and I thought he said his dad was being a poop. That wasn't what he said but my sister said that WAS what was happening! haha!! He said "Daddy is picking on me."
--H was backing out of the parking spot about the same time I was calling my boss to see if he wanted me to pick him up supper. What subsequently happened was that H at approximately the same time my boss picked up the phone yelled "HEY A$$HOLE!!" to the guy that honked at her as she was backing up. I was laughing so hard I almost peed my pants and there were definite tears coming out of my eyes. And then I was laughing so hard that I couldn't explain to my boss why I was laughing.
--I realize that most of my stories involve Dean because we hang out so effing much.
Thursday at the airport:
--I walked past the Women's restroom approximately 6 times. There wasn't a sign that stuck out from the wall like there usually is. I was actually talking to a co-worker on the phone and said "I can't believe there isn't a women's restroom close, but there's a Men's right here!"
--A guy in our gate was talking soooo loud on his blue tooth that it prompted the guy sitting next to me and I at the same time to say "Does he NOT realize he's talking so loud?" Then the guy and I started chatting and he's a writer. He writes mostly the training manuals for EMTs and first-responders and then trains the trainers on it. And somehow in our conversation I started babbling about drinking and he asked if I drank on the job and then I said no but I do work above a brewery. Then he asked where he should he at that night and I told him to eat at the Machine Shed since he was staying out by it. This is also further proof that I think everyone feels comfortable enough with me to tell me their life story. He wasn't telling me his life story by any means but I did find out that his daughter is going to Wheaton for college.
--I was on the plane behind someone who had a combination mullet/tail. It was too small a section to really be considered a mullet and too big a section to be considered a tail. I am not joking. I tried to non-obviously get a picture but to no avail! I didn't think people still did that. I will attempt to find a suitable reenactment picture to post.
I think that's it about my trip!
--Oh and why is that I leave home yesterday and it's 70 degrees and by the time I get back here it's 36?? SERIOUSLY!!!
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