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!!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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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