2008 Jack-o-Lantern

27 10 2008

It was the weekend of carving the 2008 jack-o-lantern for Chris and I.  We finally broke down and bought one of those little kits with the knives in it.  It was actually much more helpful than I thought it would be. We’re no carving experts but I think this is a step in the right direction!


A-Z, All About Me!

23 10 2008

I don’t normally do meme’s but I thought this one over at Decisionally Challenged was very unique so here goes:

A is for age: 26, I’m old right?  I’m startin’ to feel it.

B is for burger of choice: Skinny ones.  I love Mickey D’s.

C is for the car I drive: A 2005 vanilla bean PT Cruiser.  It’s cute but shakes when we’re stopped and have the air on because it doesn’t have the power for it.

D is for your dog’s name: My dog at my Mom’s place in Ohio is named Sam.  He’s the only dog I have right now.

E is for essential item you use every day: My cell phone.  Seriously, I’m lost without it.

F is for favorite TV show at the moment: Gilmore Girls.  Yes, I know it’s over but I just started watching it through netflix and I’m hooked.

G is for favorite game: Catchphrase or Apples to Apples.

H is for home state: You mean where I live now?  California.

I is for instruments you play: Oh my gosh, I’m such an instrument whore!  I play the trumpet, piano, violin, trombone, electric bass, clairinet, and lap harp.

J is for favorite juice: Apple!  or Spicy Tomato…mmmmm…..

K is for whose bum you’d like to kick: I’m actually in a pretty peaceful mood today.

L is for last restaurant at which you ate: KFC, don’t hate me.

M is for your favorite Muppet: Kermie

N is for number of piercings: 2 – one in each ear.  Although I went through a phase in high school where I really wanted my tongue pierced but my Mom put her foot down.

O is for overnight hospital stays: None, thank goodness.

P is for people you were with today: My Husband and co-workers.

Q is for what you do with your quiet time: Read, watch t.v., scrapbook, shop….

R is for biggest regret: I dated a guy in college that I wish I hadn’t.  In the end it just made everyone unhappy.

S is for status: Married, saving for a house.

T is for time you woke up today: 6:55, 5 minutes before my alarm!  Go me!

U is for what you consider unique about yourself: My eyes are bright blue and I think that’s pretty unique.  I’m also a crazy organizer.  I love to organize!

V is for vegetable you love: Corn.  My Mom is always making fun of me because every time I cook a meal it has corn on the side.

W is for worst habit: Stressing out.

X is for x-rays you’ve had: Dental and facial

Y is for yummy food you ate today: Ummm…I’ve only had breakfast so I really haven’t had anything particularly yummy yet.

Z is for zodiac: Gemini

Have a happy Thursday everyone!

Protruding Pimples

22 10 2008

Am I 26?  ‘Cause I really thought I was.  But apperently the univese thinks that it’s more fun to pretend that I’m 13.  At least, that’s what this three huge pimples on my face are declaring.  Yes three.  One. Two. Three.

I didn’t have pimples when I was a teenager so I don’t know why I’ve got a face full of ’em now.  It’s amazing how quickly my self-confidence dribbles away in the morning when I look in the mirror only to see a pizza face staring back at me.

I feel like people are all staring.  I work with college students and I feel like they’re laughing at me.  I know they’re not but it still feels like it.  I’m totally paranoid that they’re going to pop or bleed or put goo all over my face when I’m not paying attention and I’ll walk around like even more of a freak all day.

I know that if I really thought about it there are much worse fates and I’m actually pretty lucky but right now it just doesn’t feel like it.  I’m having an ugly week.  It’s like a bad hair day but on your face.

Bringing Scary Back

20 10 2008

When did Halloween because all about being sexy?  Why is it that the only costumes available for girls are sexy witch, and sexy police officer, and sexy pirate?  What about scary?  Isn’t being scary the whole point of Halloween?

This year I really didn’t want to be the sexy version of anything.  I wanted to be scary.  I thought it’d probably e pretty easy for me to find a scary costume since I’m plus-sized but I was wrong.  It just means that they make the sexy costumes a little bigger.  So sad.

I’m putting my own witch costume together instead and I refuse to be anything but scary.  To ensure that there’s no sexy goin’ on I’m going to even add a few warts.  I don’t know why I’m so against the sexy things this year but it seems so played out.  Maybe that’s just the married woman in me talking.

Groups Are Gross!

17 10 2008

Okay…so maybe the title is a little overboard but I have a really hard time with big group outings.  I don’t get it.  I’m an outgoing person.  I’m always starting up converstations with new people.  But tell me that we’re going out in a big group and I shrivel up.

Tomorrow night we’re going out to eat Indian food with a group of about 14.  I know all of these 14 people.  I like most of them.  I just don’t like having to deal with them all at once.  I feel like group outing never work out quite right.  People are late, it’s hard getting a table, it’s hard splitting the bill… it’s just never simple.

I would like to get over this feeling and be able to enjoy and maybe even look forward to, going out with all of my friends but I don’t know how to.  As a person who plans every little detail of things (in my life and work) I have a hard time just going with the flow.  How do you do it?  Or are you just as afraid of big groups as I am?

Pole Dancing Class

8 10 2008

This past weekend I attended an S Factor Intro pole dancing class.  I was looking forward to it all week but admittadely, I was pretty shy once I got there.  But oh. my. God., was that class fun!

It’s set in a room with no mirros and only red lights in the corners on.  It consists of an hour long “warm-up” which in my opinion was “the hardest workout I’ve ever done” and then some sexy walking and pole tricks.  Honestly, I was expecting some of the other girls to be sleezy but none of them were.  After awhile everyone got really into it and we all smacked our asses with joyous screams of delight.

I couldn’t help feeling that all this girl goodness was a waste though.  No boy are allowed in this class and we all looked so cute with our sexy walks and swinging around the poles.  It was lost on us though…we needed an audience of boys for sure.  I tried to show my Husband my moves that night but it wasn’t the same in my apartment and without all these other fun girls doing it with me.

I’d love to go back and take their level one 8 week courses but it’s a little out of my price range right now…okay…a lot out of my price range.  But if I ever win the lottery you’ll know where to find me.

It’s The Little Things

6 10 2008

There is one (well, several really, but one for this post’s purpose) thing that really drives me up the wall.  I live in a large apartment building with one washer and dryer on each floor.  Tonight, like many other nights, I put my wash in the washer while someone else’s wet stuff sat on top of the dryer.  Sure enough those people came and put their stuff in the dryer right before my wash was done, forcing me to wait 52 minutes before I could move my wet clothes to the dryer.

Here’s where it get irksome.  I go at the very minute their clothes should be done drying and someone has taken my stuff out of the washer and put their own stuff in.  This drives me nuts for several reasons.  1) It makes no sense.  Why move my stuff when it’s only going to be in the dryer after the other people’s anyway and 2) I HAD ANOTHER LOAD!  WTF people, really!

Last time this happened you could say I may have gone a teensy bit overboard.  ie. I sat in the laundry room waiting for the culprit and then explained in a stern tone why this practice made no sense.  But today I am making strides.  I only wrote a note (a nice note if I do say so myself) and taped it to the dryer asking the perp not to do this again as I made my Husband find another empty floor to put our other load in (after waiting an hour for our floor).

While writing the note makes me feel slightly better, there is a 90% chance that the person it’s meant for won’t speak English and therefore it will mean nothing to them.   Maybe I am slightly crazy about this whole thing but I can’t help it.  I hate people who don’t use the Golden Rule.  Now I’m just looking forward to seeing my note here.