Things I need to do every weekend

RELAX.

On Friday for some reason I was so tired. And despite my friends best attempts to get me to go to happy hour, I refused and went home instead and took a nap. For 2 hours. Now I should say, I guess I did a mini-happy hour with my work people downstairs at the brewery. . .so I guess I didn't say "No" to happy hour all together. I just said "No to happy hour and then staying out until 2am." Now don't be worried that I didn't go out at all. At about 6:30pm I got a text from my friend Kattie asking where in the world I was at. I said "Home. Just woke up." And then I got "What are you wearing?" I knew at this point it wasn't Kattie but couldn't pick out who it was from our friends seeing as one of the main culprits of the dirty texts was playing volleyball. So I said "What do you want me to be wearing?? Jeans??" And I got "Daisy Dukes" back in response. And then said "Are you coming out?" I thought about it and said "Sure." So I met them out. And then Brophy was disappointed when I didn't show up in my Daisy Dukes.
(FYI-I do not own a pair of these, so how on earth I would show up in them is any one's guess.)
Then after about 2 hours, we decided to leave. I then went home, made homemade salsa, and went back over to Kattie's where we sat on her porch, drank, and ate salsa until about midnight.

Saturday morning I woke up feeling refreshed and went to the Farmer's Market with Christine, where we ate an egg roll and homemade ice cream for breakfast. We also had a fair share of wine samples from about 4 different wineries. I tasted two different wines that literally tasted like Welch's sparkling grape juice. These could be dangerous. And delicious. And dangerous. I'm going to the winery to buy some of these. :) Then after I bought some veggies, we decided to go to one of our favorite outdoor patios and have a Strongbough. If you haven't ever enjoyed this beer, it tastes like apple juice. Slightly carbonated apple juice. With a higher alcohol content than regular beer. And well, apparently I was a little bit more happy than I thought because I knocked my beer over when it was half-full. Apparently an egg roll and ice cream aren't good fillers. This is also where my sickness of talking with my hands can turn deadly. I only knocked about a quarter of it out so not that bad of a party foul. I came home and took yet another 2 hour nap. I started to wonder if I was coming down with something but realized that I could not remember the last time I purposely didn't make any plans so I could do whatever I wanted to.

Saturday night, Kattie and I decided to do Mexican and drink margaritas. This is always a good idea. Unless you go at 6pm. And drink several of these. So by the time I get home, I decided to ditch out on watching movies with friends and opted to just lay on the couch and watch the IL game instead. They need to learn how to tackle. That's all I'm going to say.

Sunday I got up and Dan and I went to church like we usually do. Then Christine, Robb, and I were supposed to go to the winery but Christine got sick. At this point, I realize a lot of people aren't really wine people at this point in time. And a lot of people are out of town or had birthday parties. Oh well. Kattie and I went shopping instead. And I got some new sunglasses. Sunday night, I went to Dan's and played Rock Star. If you haven't played this, it's awesome. However, after playing it for 4 hours, different parts of my body hurt. My ankle that I sprained has been hurting from playing the pedal on the drums. My wrist hurts from strumming the bass. And playing the drums in real life and playing them on Rock Star are completely different. Also I realized that while I am not tone deaf, I apparently am "Pitch-y". I finally realized what Randy Jackson was talking about. However, I completely rocked a Good Charlotte song. I think it was a Good Charlotte song. Doesn't matter though, I rocked it. :)

Monday I went to the ICubs where Brophy somehow managed to get me to drink more than I thought I was going to. And by that, I mean, I wasn't going to drink anything and ended up drinking a beer at the bar AND a 24oz at the game. And a water. You know, for hydration purposes. :) I made a frittata for my cousin and I for dinner and just talked.

What a good way to top off the long weekend! I hope this week goes just as well.

Things that might be awkward tonight though: Dean and I play volleyball together. We need a player because 2 people are on vacation and my cousin now has to go out of town for work. So Wine Rep is "Supposed" to play. I use quotes because he sucks at keeping his word on doing things. . . so I'm not holding my breathe. We'll see if it goes well though. I mean it should. Dean and I are friends. Wine Rep and I are friends. There is absolutely NOTHING to feel awkward about.

PS Tim

I take back what I said before after being shown one of your lady companions. Seriously??? What does your pastor father say about those? It scares me that someone at your age had a boob job and purposefully made her boobs that big.

I'm now going back to the conclusion that all men are pigs and only after one thing. Thank you Tim. Thank you. Plus you don't look that cute in the picture. You definitely look cuter in your football uniform.


**Thank you PJ for pointing that out!!

Dear Tim Tebow

I hate to be writing this letter to you, but I just can't help myself. It's not because I had a hard time not cheering for Michigan in a Bowl Game because of your good looks. (I was actually sitting next to this guy--maybe even laying on--who I really wanted to date too, and it was awkward because I usually had bad thoughts about him, but then I saw you and started having those bad thoughts about you.) I also realize that was the only time I think I EVER cheered for Michigan. I mucking Hate Fichigan. Words can't describe how much I loathe them. But I digress. Back to you.

You not only are good looking, but you also were one or maybe one of few underclassmen to ever win the Heisman Trophy. The only other Heisman Trophy winner I had a crush on was Matt what's his name. I can't even say it now because I vowed after he dated Paris Hilton, that he would be stricken from my mind. Don't date Paris Hilton. Please.

I realize you're only 21, but there just seems to be something about you. I then decided to see if you were on Wikipedia. And you are. Did you know you have quite a large entry as well. That's what she said. And then I slightly fell in love with you a little more. You're were home schooled. Your parents were missionaries. You're a Pastor's Kid. I imagine you have a wild side since you were a pastor's kid and as with most pastor's kids I know, they are isn't a wild child. But for now, I'll just find you to just be a very upstanding collegiate athlete who doesn't go out with any skanky women and is saving yourself for marriage. I mean, there are probably jersey chasers throwing themselves all over you. But it's great that you refrain from any of that. Kudos. Kudos.

My cousin brought up the fact that I might be a jersey chaser. But let me tell you, I just like guys who play sports. And I LOVE watching guys play sports. Not professional sports as much. I love watching collegiate sports. Or recreational sports. Guys just having fun playing sports. I don't know why I like it so much. You fit that category. And you play sports very well. I haven't seen you play kickball, sand volleyball, or softball which would ultimately help me figure out if we're destined for each other.

Maybe we'll meet when I'm stuck at the airport or something. I would like that. Get a hold of me and I can let you know when I'll be there.

Love Always,

The new Love of your Life

Things that I thought about in the last 24 hours. . .

I couldn't come up with a better title. . . so that's what you're stuck with people!

--Last night I realized that sometimes you don't get what you want and that might be a good thing.

--When you grow apart from people, it's just as easy to grow back in. It's up to you to decide if you should.

--I'm glad I'm not married yet. I would hate to be married and divorced right now.

--I realized that sometimes a smile can make you feel better even when the person doesn't realize they made you happy.

--When I got home last night I actually thought of the song that has taken me approximately 2, maybe 3 months to remember. I thought I had remembered it but realized when I heard Steve Carell sing it in Dan in Real Life that that was the song I had been trying so desperately to remember. And then I realized it would make my whole world for a guy to come to my door with a guitar and start singing this song. Thank you Pete Townshend. Thank you.
Some lyrics:
I have the only key to your heart
I can stop you from falling apart
Try today, you'll find this way
Come on and give me a chance to say

Let my love open the door, it's all I'm living for
Release yourself from misery
There's only one thing gonna set you free
That's my love, that's my love

Let My Love Open the Door. . . to your heart

You're welcome for getting that song in your head!

--I realized that you shouldn't be sarcastic to your boss. One of my employees said something to me that even I wouldn't say to my boss!! I'm actually still mad about it and not sure what to say. I had to stop and pick up some papers with our client and just did it first thing this morning and didn't call to say I was going to be late because I figured they would realize that's what I was at considering I said last night before I left I said "I'll probably go pick those up first thing this morning." Well, of course, no one remembered. And the new employee actually said "Well I usually don't expect you here until 8:30 anyway."

Now first things first. When I sprained my ankle badly, I did get here closer to 8:30 because it hurt to drive in heavy traffic on it but I also stayed until 5-5:30pm so I was working a good 8 hour day. Secondly, I will be the first to admit I don't get here all the time at 8am. I get here at 8:10-8:15am usually. But I (at least Mon-Thurs) stay until 5 no matter what. And the days that I beat my employees in they are getting here after 8 and she is always prompt to leave at 4:30. I have never taken a sick day. I will either come in late if I am sick or leave around 3. (Usually after my fever breaks. hehe!) And I work weekends usually to make up that time. So... needless to say her comment pissed me off to no end.

I never comment to my boss about how he doesn't do work when he's here. I never comment to him when he's late or when he leaves early. NEVER. I do say a lot of sarcastic comments to him but nothing with regards to his work ethic or work habits. Never that. That's disrespectful in my opinion. And especially because I know that I work a lot more than my employees and some days that's not saying much!!!

--I miss my friends and family that aren't here. I wish we could all just live like an hour away from each other. Or just snap our fingers and do lunch on the spur of the moment.

--My roommate might be moving out. She said she's needing to move back to her husband. I'm glad she's decided that but sad that I will have to pay fully for my place if she does get a job back home. :(

People have joked that Dean should move in since he's basically living in our friend's basement. H and I discussed how this wouldn't be a good idea even though I'm pretty much over him. Mainly because if he was making out with some girl on our couch I can't guarantee I wouldn't be jealous. She said to remedy that, we should set rules such as me being able to make out with any guy, anywhere, at any time, and he cannot do anything of the sort. Works for me!!!

I pity the fool. . .

There are some things I need to do besides lose some weight and possibly grow another 3 inches so I can finally be a professional basketball player. I'm not joking. I really thought in 4th grade that I would be an awesome basketball player when I grew up. I was told by the high school basketball coaches that I was a good player during basketball camp. But maybe they just told everyone that because seventh grade happened and I was cut from the team. And I just excelled with basketball in PE. You don't know it, but you are talking to the Knock Out Champion. I guess getting cut from the team can damper your whole prospective on life. But I digress. . .

I was reading Alexa's blog and she was saying that she has an anonymous stalker that checks her all the time. She knew when and everything. Then I got to thinking. . . Alexa. . .it might be me. I need to get Blog Roll or whatever it is that H said she has that tells her when blogs get updated. What I tend to do is go to the blogs that I frequent and see if they have updated. Then I go to some of the blogs they have on their roll and check those out. I do know that I never post anonymously on blogs. . . so maybe I'm okay??? I don't know. I was stalked in college and it was kind of freaky, so I would hate to think I'm inadvertently stalking you. However, the only times I would check to see if you updated or got on yours so that I could read someone else's would be during business hours Monday-Friday and then occasionally on Sundays.

So to anyone else who blogs and might have an anonymous stalker that seems to attack during business hours Monday-Friday. . . it's me. And I apologize.

Also, if anyone can tell me how to find out how many people actually read my blog besides the ones I currently know, that would be pretty cool.

And D$ still no guest post. . .

Whew!!!

So they just announced the line-up for Dancing with the Stars. I don't really watch this show, so I really didn't get what all the excitement is about. I will sometimes watch it but not something I HAVE to watch.

The thing that struck me as the most hilarious part of this is that Kim Kardashian apparently got injured and as every media outlet reported "thank goodness she was still able to dance for the show." Like Kim is this great trooper.

Do you know what happened to her?? She cut her big toe on a glass table. It basically looks like she has this big band aid on her toe. Not even covering her complete toe. She didn't even need stitches. Or at least what I saw of the news casts on E! which didn't say she needed stitches. I couldn't find a picture, but oh how I wish I could.

My friend Sarah basically skinned her toe and had to wear huge amounts of gauze, bandages, and a condom like thing over her toe when we played sand volleyball. Sarah needed stitches even but since they had to wait so long in the emergency room, she left.

I severely sprained my ankle and played both softball AND sand volleyball. And yes I realize that probably REALLY helped in the whole "recovery" process.

I'm pretty sure a gash on your toe won't really hamper the contest. I guess I need to quit reading my celebrity stuff. It just severely irritated me last night when I saw that and then read about it again this morning!

Things that strike me as funny:

My mom is a teacher and usually gets to school at 7:30ish and leaves around 4ish. Even in the Summer, she seems to always call me at 4-4:15pm and always says to me "Hi. What are you doing?"

And I say "Working."

And then she says "Oh that's right." She knows my standard working hours are 8am-4:30pm. She then proceeds to carry on a conversation and says "Well I guess I'll let you go since you seem distracted.

And I say "Well Mom, I am at work trying to get things done so I can leave early."

The sad part is, once school starts, she also calls me before work and then asks why I have her on speaker phone and I always tell her it's because I am in the middle of getting ready. But the even sadder part is during the summer I miss the before morning work calls.

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My Grandpa this weekend says to me "Man, these guys look kind of short. And why is Hawaii playing Louisiana?"

I then inform him we're watching the Little League Championships.
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My nephew told my sister this morning that he was throwing away his donut. When she told him not to do it that she would eat it he said that it was junk food and bad for you. And he wasn't eating it because he knew junk food was bad and that he was smart like that. My sister still ate the donut.
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My nephew told my sister that I have small boobies and she has large ones. Thank you little man for informing her what we already knew. And also the reason I probably can't pick up men with my body.