Not thirty, I can tell you that for sure.
Yes, people my birthday is next week: the 6th to be exact. Shout out to Sarah, who shares the same birthday. Whoo hoo!
I have some trouble with some friends remembering the exact date of my birthday because I am mean and always host a party (in my honor) on a day that is not my birthday.
It's hard for them to keep track, I guess. This year, I made it easy and instead of having a Birthday Party; I'm having an UnBirthday Party. Hee hee!
With that comes the party planning paranoia...or the OCD, or the something.
I am a stickler for RSVPing and this year I will not be messed with, I swear. I have something up my sleeve for those who show up and don't RSVP and for those who did RSVP and do not show...I don't think there is anything ruder!
I'll spare the details of the party for now and let you all in closer to the date or after the shindig.
Speaking of December babies...when is Jennifer Garner gonna deflate? She is HUGE! And can she stop getting the coffee? Ben Affleck---be a man! I hear her due date is December 5, so maybe she can hold it in for one more day and the spawn of Bennifer can share a birthday with Sarah and I.
Or do we even want that?
Speaking of Mrs. Affleck, I must confess "13 Going on 30" has a special place in my heart.
Close your mouths, I know it comes as a shock, but let me explain. I love, love, love the last 20 minutes of the movie and that is it. The ending makes up for the hour and a half that you have to put up with in order to get to the end. So worth it!
I think it is the best ever, starting from the minute Garner jumps into the cab and the song "Jesse's Girl" starts playing. From there on out, this movie kicks ass---the whole reality of the guy not choosing out heroine (so great, I cry each time) to the backyard wedding and her dream house.
Do I sound sappy? Forgive me, I have a looming birthday...
Wednesday, November 30
Tuesday, November 29
Mr. & Mrs. Smith
I never thought I would be the type of person to get excited to hear the word "Mrs." in front of my last name. Nor did I think I'd be excited about hearing it with my married name.
"Mrs. Smith"
So freaking generic, no?
But so freaking nice when your week is just not going well.
Last Friday morning I was bent over in pain on my bathroom floor because Aunt Flo came into town like a she-devil. And boy, did she wreck some havoc. I cannot put all the blame on her. I did go run about 3 miles and continued to keep running even when I felt that first shot of pain from the uterus.
TMI?
Oh. Well.
So I kept on running, which I will assume made my uterus keep on jumping with each run. Oh the pain, I can still feel it.
As soon as I got back to my apartment (and stopped running) Aunt Flo fought back and I collapsed to the floor. And I screamed for mercy and for someone (my apartment was empty) to help aka just rip my uterus out, STAT!
In between the fits of pain, I opened my medicine cabinet.
Now, why the heck didn't I buy Tylenol last year when I ran out of it then? WHY?
And yes, a year, I usually don't have this much pain. I think its because two days earlier I was in a fight with Toxic over how I chose to bake cupcakes over hanging out with her. I think this was the payback for hanging up the phone on her. Yeah, I did it. Karma...and yes, she seriously was upset over that. My friends, I tell you.
No drugs in the house and my uterus is twisting every muscle imaginable down there. I'd do anything to be married and have a husband around. Anything. I'd do anything to have someone perform an illegal something or the other to take those womanly parts out of me.
Instead I crawled to my car to go to CVS. That bumpy ride felt good.
I would have driven to the ER. But, come...on. I've been there before when it hurt this bad and I had a twisted ovary. I won't even go into the detail of what they had to do to untwisted it.
And this was more painful; but I opted for some drugs to see if they could help first.
You know how they have those saving club cards---the ones that you put on your keychain and they have the barcode; so it saves you from cutting coupons and all that jazz?
I always forget that I have one for CVS because I always go to Walgreens, where I don't have a club savings card but I prefer the layout and the people. Today, the CVS was much closer.
I always forget that I have the club saver card because I have one on a joke.
A long, long, long time ago Incredible and I were at the CVS. It was the same time I found out he uses Dove deodorant---which I still swear is woman's deodorant until someone can prove otherwise.
He filled out the paperwork to get the club saver card; as a joke he put me down as his wife and I got one as well.
So cut to when I'm in the store and dying (yes, I swear if Tylenol was not invented I would have died. How did the cave women do this? How?)
As I was paying the salesclerk; she thanked me and said "Have a great day, Mrs. Smith"
Pain. All. Gone.
Ain't that something?
"Mrs. Smith"
So freaking generic, no?
But so freaking nice when your week is just not going well.
Last Friday morning I was bent over in pain on my bathroom floor because Aunt Flo came into town like a she-devil. And boy, did she wreck some havoc. I cannot put all the blame on her. I did go run about 3 miles and continued to keep running even when I felt that first shot of pain from the uterus.
TMI?
Oh. Well.
So I kept on running, which I will assume made my uterus keep on jumping with each run. Oh the pain, I can still feel it.
As soon as I got back to my apartment (and stopped running) Aunt Flo fought back and I collapsed to the floor. And I screamed for mercy and for someone (my apartment was empty) to help aka just rip my uterus out, STAT!
In between the fits of pain, I opened my medicine cabinet.
Now, why the heck didn't I buy Tylenol last year when I ran out of it then? WHY?
And yes, a year, I usually don't have this much pain. I think its because two days earlier I was in a fight with Toxic over how I chose to bake cupcakes over hanging out with her. I think this was the payback for hanging up the phone on her. Yeah, I did it. Karma...and yes, she seriously was upset over that. My friends, I tell you.
No drugs in the house and my uterus is twisting every muscle imaginable down there. I'd do anything to be married and have a husband around. Anything. I'd do anything to have someone perform an illegal something or the other to take those womanly parts out of me.
Instead I crawled to my car to go to CVS. That bumpy ride felt good.
I would have driven to the ER. But, come...on. I've been there before when it hurt this bad and I had a twisted ovary. I won't even go into the detail of what they had to do to untwisted it.
And this was more painful; but I opted for some drugs to see if they could help first.
You know how they have those saving club cards---the ones that you put on your keychain and they have the barcode; so it saves you from cutting coupons and all that jazz?
I always forget that I have one for CVS because I always go to Walgreens, where I don't have a club savings card but I prefer the layout and the people. Today, the CVS was much closer.
I always forget that I have the club saver card because I have one on a joke.
A long, long, long time ago Incredible and I were at the CVS. It was the same time I found out he uses Dove deodorant---which I still swear is woman's deodorant until someone can prove otherwise.
He filled out the paperwork to get the club saver card; as a joke he put me down as his wife and I got one as well.
So cut to when I'm in the store and dying (yes, I swear if Tylenol was not invented I would have died. How did the cave women do this? How?)
As I was paying the salesclerk; she thanked me and said "Have a great day, Mrs. Smith"
Pain. All. Gone.
Ain't that something?
Tuesday, November 22
A, B, C it's Easy as 1, 2, 3
I got from Bev, who got it from Yamell
A is for Age- 27
B is for Booze Appletini
C is for Career I so don't know
D is for Dads name - George
E is for Essential items to bring to a party - Food, your RSVP and Conversation!
F is for Favorite article of clothing- bright red-orange and yellow striped sweater--like Where's Waldo on acid. It's bright!
G is for Goof off thing to do - Dance, Read, Watch TV, Talk, Laugh...
H is for Hometown: I'm an Air Force brat so there is no hometown but my mom lives in Phoenix, so...
J is for Jam or Jelly you like - I HATE both
K is for Kids - Zilch
L is for Living arrangement - Apartment
M is for Music I like - Hip Hop and Pop
N is for Name of your first pet - Zita.
O is for overnight hospital stays-- none--knock on wood!
P is for Phobias-- I don't think I have one, yet.
Q is for Quote you like- Beginnings are hard, endings are sad, but its the middle that counts the most and you need to remember that when you find yourself at the beginning and give hope a chance to float up.
R is for Reason for blogging-- It's very therapeutic and expressing myself, communicating to friends I don't speak to on a daily basis.
S is for Siblings-- One younger brother
T is for Texas, ever been--Live it--Dallas.
U is for Unique trait-- What ghappened to V? I'll make up my own. V is vicarious!
W is for Worst traits-- Stubborn
X is for X-Rays you've had-one
Y is for Yummy food you make-- I think everything I make is good, is that too conceited?
Z is for zodiac sign - Sagitarrius
A is for Age- 27
B is for Booze Appletini
C is for Career I so don't know
D is for Dads name - George
E is for Essential items to bring to a party - Food, your RSVP and Conversation!
F is for Favorite article of clothing- bright red-orange and yellow striped sweater--like Where's Waldo on acid. It's bright!
G is for Goof off thing to do - Dance, Read, Watch TV, Talk, Laugh...
H is for Hometown: I'm an Air Force brat so there is no hometown but my mom lives in Phoenix, so...
J is for Jam or Jelly you like - I HATE both
K is for Kids - Zilch
L is for Living arrangement - Apartment
M is for Music I like - Hip Hop and Pop
N is for Name of your first pet - Zita.
O is for overnight hospital stays-- none--knock on wood!
P is for Phobias-- I don't think I have one, yet.
Q is for Quote you like- Beginnings are hard, endings are sad, but its the middle that counts the most and you need to remember that when you find yourself at the beginning and give hope a chance to float up.
R is for Reason for blogging-- It's very therapeutic and expressing myself, communicating to friends I don't speak to on a daily basis.
S is for Siblings-- One younger brother
T is for Texas, ever been--Live it--Dallas.
U is for Unique trait-- What ghappened to V? I'll make up my own. V is vicarious!
W is for Worst traits-- Stubborn
X is for X-Rays you've had-one
Y is for Yummy food you make-- I think everything I make is good, is that too conceited?
Z is for zodiac sign - Sagitarrius
How Sweet it Was
Made this last night and it was so yummy, words cannot describe it. Good idea for last minute menu additions for Thursday:
Mashed Sweet Potatoes with Caramelized Onions
Ingredients
1/2 cup unsalted butter or butter
2 pounds yellow onions, peeled, halved, and thinly sliced (7 cups)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
4 pounds sweet potatoes or white potatoes, peeled and cut into 1/2-inch cubes (about 10 cups)
1/2 cup milk
1/3 cup dairy sour cream
Salt and ground black pepper
Directions
1. To caramelize the onions, in a large skillet heat 1/4 cup of the butter. Add the onions and cook, stirring frequently, about 30 minutes or until golden brown. Season with the 1/2 teaspoon salt and pepper. Remove from the heat; set aside.
2. Meanwhile, cook the potatoes in a large pot, covered, in lightly salted boiling water for 12 minutes or until tender; drain.
3. Add the remaining 1/4 cup butter to the hot pot and let melt. Add the potatoes to the pot and mash with a potato masher until smooth. Stir in the milk, sour cream, and salt and pepper to taste. Stir in caramelized onions, reserving a few onions for garnish. Cook and stir over low heat until heated through. Transfer to a serving dish. Top with reserved onions. Makes 8 to 10 servings.
Mashed Sweet Potatoes with Caramelized Onions
Ingredients
1/2 cup unsalted butter or butter
2 pounds yellow onions, peeled, halved, and thinly sliced (7 cups)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
4 pounds sweet potatoes or white potatoes, peeled and cut into 1/2-inch cubes (about 10 cups)
1/2 cup milk
1/3 cup dairy sour cream
Salt and ground black pepper
Directions
1. To caramelize the onions, in a large skillet heat 1/4 cup of the butter. Add the onions and cook, stirring frequently, about 30 minutes or until golden brown. Season with the 1/2 teaspoon salt and pepper. Remove from the heat; set aside.
2. Meanwhile, cook the potatoes in a large pot, covered, in lightly salted boiling water for 12 minutes or until tender; drain.
3. Add the remaining 1/4 cup butter to the hot pot and let melt. Add the potatoes to the pot and mash with a potato masher until smooth. Stir in the milk, sour cream, and salt and pepper to taste. Stir in caramelized onions, reserving a few onions for garnish. Cook and stir over low heat until heated through. Transfer to a serving dish. Top with reserved onions. Makes 8 to 10 servings.
Monkey See, Monkey Do
Last week's Style Challenge on my oh so favorite site (yeah, I've mentioned it before, you get bored?!?) was to copy a look you have seen in a magazine.
So..is it a surprise that I copied one of Jennifer Lopez's looks?
Not. Really. Because I just love her style--now, don't get crazy thoughts I do not have any ShopJLo.com items. I'll admit it: I've looked online and contemplated once. But oh, no, not me I just cannot pull that off just yet.
Anywhoo---the picture in question is in this month's Glamour. I picked one up at Love Field (did I mention how I was in Houston for less than 24 hours last week?) because I don't dare subscribe to it. "200 Ways to Tell if a Man Wants You" gets very old at some point. With me, that point was when I was twenty.
The picture has J Lo in a gray pencil skirt and dark turquoise silk blouse. Around her waist is a metallic belt. Big Jackie O sunglasses and her hair in a loose updo.
Me, I'm in a gray pencil skirt.
( which is so hard to walk in. So. Difficult. Getting in and out of my car was such a production. And the tiny steps. Fast walkers must stay away from pencil skirts.)
I'm wearing a white short sleeve button down, over that is a one button cozy cowl neck cardigan in the same dark turquoise. No belt, but I added a magenta jewel stone necklace. Voila!
Many compliments and one questioned me if I had an interview---yeah, on David Letterman, fool!
So..is it a surprise that I copied one of Jennifer Lopez's looks?
Not. Really. Because I just love her style--now, don't get crazy thoughts I do not have any ShopJLo.com items. I'll admit it: I've looked online and contemplated once. But oh, no, not me I just cannot pull that off just yet.
Anywhoo---the picture in question is in this month's Glamour. I picked one up at Love Field (did I mention how I was in Houston for less than 24 hours last week?) because I don't dare subscribe to it. "200 Ways to Tell if a Man Wants You" gets very old at some point. With me, that point was when I was twenty.
The picture has J Lo in a gray pencil skirt and dark turquoise silk blouse. Around her waist is a metallic belt. Big Jackie O sunglasses and her hair in a loose updo.
Me, I'm in a gray pencil skirt.
( which is so hard to walk in. So. Difficult. Getting in and out of my car was such a production. And the tiny steps. Fast walkers must stay away from pencil skirts.)
I'm wearing a white short sleeve button down, over that is a one button cozy cowl neck cardigan in the same dark turquoise. No belt, but I added a magenta jewel stone necklace. Voila!
Many compliments and one questioned me if I had an interview---yeah, on David Letterman, fool!
Wednesday, November 16
Cupcake Challenge
Can I handle this cupcake?
I'd have to sub in dyed brown buttercream because I cannot stand caramel of chocolate flavored icing.
Do we think it's possible? and where does one find miniature cupcake holders? Michael's...anyone?
I'd have to sub in dyed brown buttercream because I cannot stand caramel of chocolate flavored icing.
Do we think it's possible? and where does one find miniature cupcake holders? Michael's...anyone?
Did You Miss These?
Real Simple is my most favortist magazine, ever.
I heart it, each month. It never does me wrong. And there is never ever a celebrity in its pages (except for ads) and I love that. It's about real people and real life solutions, recipes, advice that you can actually use, and heart warming articles. The bi-annual gift guide is da bomb. One for the Holidays and another for Spring gifts--like weddings, father/mother days, graduations, and housewarmings--GENIUS.
The best feature that I look forward to each month is the "Fake it, Don't Make it" recipe. An easy, short cut recipe that when all complete seems like you spent hours in the kitchen. A long time ago, Fried Chicken Salad was the recipe. I just got to making it for the first time last night and may I say: YUM!
Fried-Chicken Salad
1 10-ounce bag chopped romaine lettuce
1 large tomato, chopped
1 medium cucumber, peeled (optional), seeded, and diced
1 green bell pepper, seeded and diced
2 small red onion, diced or finely chopped
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
1 12-ounce package Perdue Low Fat, Fully Cooked Chicken Breast Cutlets, Italian Style (4 cutlets)
1/2 8-ounce bottle chunky blue cheese dressing
1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
In a large bowl, combine the lettuce, tomato, cucumber, bell pepper, and onion. Heat the oil in a skillet over medium heat. Add the cutlets and heat 1 1/2 minutes per side or until browned. Transfer to a cutting board and slice each into 6 pieces. Add the dressing to the salad and toss to combine. Add the chicken and toss again. Season with the pepper and serve.
I heart it, each month. It never does me wrong. And there is never ever a celebrity in its pages (except for ads) and I love that. It's about real people and real life solutions, recipes, advice that you can actually use, and heart warming articles. The bi-annual gift guide is da bomb. One for the Holidays and another for Spring gifts--like weddings, father/mother days, graduations, and housewarmings--GENIUS.
The best feature that I look forward to each month is the "Fake it, Don't Make it" recipe. An easy, short cut recipe that when all complete seems like you spent hours in the kitchen. A long time ago, Fried Chicken Salad was the recipe. I just got to making it for the first time last night and may I say: YUM!
Fried-Chicken Salad
1 10-ounce bag chopped romaine lettuce
1 large tomato, chopped
1 medium cucumber, peeled (optional), seeded, and diced
1 green bell pepper, seeded and diced
2 small red onion, diced or finely chopped
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
1 12-ounce package Perdue Low Fat, Fully Cooked Chicken Breast Cutlets, Italian Style (4 cutlets)
1/2 8-ounce bottle chunky blue cheese dressing
1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
In a large bowl, combine the lettuce, tomato, cucumber, bell pepper, and onion. Heat the oil in a skillet over medium heat. Add the cutlets and heat 1 1/2 minutes per side or until browned. Transfer to a cutting board and slice each into 6 pieces. Add the dressing to the salad and toss to combine. Add the chicken and toss again. Season with the pepper and serve.
Tuesday, November 15
Bring on the Hills
Because the cast for Laguna Beach 3, don't look as much fun.
But the Hills (holla!) look to be a young immature version of Melrose Place. Did anyone else get that impression from the preview? Didn't LC's apartment complex look very similar to Melrose Place?
The only two faces of interest for LB3 (see, how with it I am?) are Jessica and Ethnic Girl. Who the what?
I call her Ethnic Girl because her ethnicity is not easy to tell. She appeared this season asking Alex (the Godfather) for permission to go to Prom with Jason. She 'conveniently' knew where Alex was shopping and showed up in her Dolce Gabbana tee shirt. Where the "D" and the "G" were strategically places on her 'girls'.
Too many quotation marks? Do you know what I mean, though?
And her 'girls' are HUGE. She looks to be a mix of Black and Hispanic--something or the other. But she is the only face of 'color' on the show---do no Black peeps live in Laguna? Or are they running for cover whenever they see the cameras?
Last night's finale was a dud. Big fat one, too. I did tear up a bit watching them all leave each other; only to live near one another in LA. The only one that stayed behind was Jessica (?!?!). I don't remember crying that much (if at all) when I left for college.
Was it just me or did they go overboard on that? I mean isn't LA like 20 minutes from Laguna? I don't know but they sure did cry a lot.
So that was that, a commercial free look at one big cry fest. Big whoop, I expected a lot more.
But the Hills (holla!) look to be a young immature version of Melrose Place. Did anyone else get that impression from the preview? Didn't LC's apartment complex look very similar to Melrose Place?
The only two faces of interest for LB3 (see, how with it I am?) are Jessica and Ethnic Girl. Who the what?
I call her Ethnic Girl because her ethnicity is not easy to tell. She appeared this season asking Alex (the Godfather) for permission to go to Prom with Jason. She 'conveniently' knew where Alex was shopping and showed up in her Dolce Gabbana tee shirt. Where the "D" and the "G" were strategically places on her 'girls'.
Too many quotation marks? Do you know what I mean, though?
And her 'girls' are HUGE. She looks to be a mix of Black and Hispanic--something or the other. But she is the only face of 'color' on the show---do no Black peeps live in Laguna? Or are they running for cover whenever they see the cameras?
Last night's finale was a dud. Big fat one, too. I did tear up a bit watching them all leave each other; only to live near one another in LA. The only one that stayed behind was Jessica (?!?!). I don't remember crying that much (if at all) when I left for college.
Was it just me or did they go overboard on that? I mean isn't LA like 20 minutes from Laguna? I don't know but they sure did cry a lot.
So that was that, a commercial free look at one big cry fest. Big whoop, I expected a lot more.
Monday, November 14
The Weekend...eh
Friday night I went to happy hour with AP, Toxic, and AP's hubby.
Boy was I embarrassed for him. The first thing out of Toxic's mouth was a story about how some shoe salesman stared at her cleavage, she then points to her very revealing camisole--where you cannot help but notice her very revealing cleavage!! Who tells a story like that in front of your friend's husband? WHO?
Could only be Toxic, that's who.
She didn't stop there with topics that annoyed me. She went on and pointed out that my drink had the most calories at the table. Huh? Who is counting? I had a Green Dragon--which is midori and champagne and yum and fun to look at but the calories are high, according to her...but I'm not the one that ordered some huge pannini and fries...just saying. Uhm hmm!
I then went on to Wal-Mart--where it was hooker night. For real, yo. They solicited the preppiest looking guy in there. May I add, there are two cops that are always patrolling my (ghetto) Wal-Mart Neighborhood Market. So, they were brave hookers. And they smelled really nice for being, uhm, hookers.
Saturday, I did not go to Austin.
One reason: The drive. The only bigger bitch bigger than that drive is ganache.
I ate breakfast with that Neighbor who went on to date/see/hang-out with Groomsman...oy, there is a story there for another post.
I watched the first quarter of the game and since it looked like we had the game in the bag (which we so did), I went shopping aka my Hell.
Since I went from a size 6/8 to a 4/6; which is really like a 2/4 in some stores; I am forced to shop. Forced shopping is the worst. It's like when you go to the shops with spending cash, you find nothing and when you are broke, you want everything.
I spent three hours at the mall, an hour at the GAP on Sunday, and 20 minutes at the GAP during lunch today. Purchases: Nada.
Half of Sunday was spent tackling white chocolate ganache and having the ganache win.
Then watched Desperate Housewives (which is slowly sucking my will to watch it) and Grey's Anatomy (best thing on a Sunday night).
Boy was I embarrassed for him. The first thing out of Toxic's mouth was a story about how some shoe salesman stared at her cleavage, she then points to her very revealing camisole--where you cannot help but notice her very revealing cleavage!! Who tells a story like that in front of your friend's husband? WHO?
Could only be Toxic, that's who.
She didn't stop there with topics that annoyed me. She went on and pointed out that my drink had the most calories at the table. Huh? Who is counting? I had a Green Dragon--which is midori and champagne and yum and fun to look at but the calories are high, according to her...but I'm not the one that ordered some huge pannini and fries...just saying. Uhm hmm!
I then went on to Wal-Mart--where it was hooker night. For real, yo. They solicited the preppiest looking guy in there. May I add, there are two cops that are always patrolling my (ghetto) Wal-Mart Neighborhood Market. So, they were brave hookers. And they smelled really nice for being, uhm, hookers.
Saturday, I did not go to Austin.
One reason: The drive. The only bigger bitch bigger than that drive is ganache.
I ate breakfast with that Neighbor who went on to date/see/hang-out with Groomsman...oy, there is a story there for another post.
I watched the first quarter of the game and since it looked like we had the game in the bag (which we so did), I went shopping aka my Hell.
Since I went from a size 6/8 to a 4/6; which is really like a 2/4 in some stores; I am forced to shop. Forced shopping is the worst. It's like when you go to the shops with spending cash, you find nothing and when you are broke, you want everything.
I spent three hours at the mall, an hour at the GAP on Sunday, and 20 minutes at the GAP during lunch today. Purchases: Nada.
Half of Sunday was spent tackling white chocolate ganache and having the ganache win.
Then watched Desperate Housewives (which is slowly sucking my will to watch it) and Grey's Anatomy (best thing on a Sunday night).
A Post About Baking and Icing (Cupcakes)
When did I become this woman?
I always thought I was along the lines of Hillary.
Last night marked the second weekend in a row that I backed cupcakes from scratch; and the third weekend that I ate cupcakes. Is my world becoming a cupcake?
As I was playing around with different Wilton tips while icing them, I thought I could do this everyday. It was so relaxing and fun to experiment and then, oh boy--can I tell you about my hour long trip to Michael's in the Cake Decorating aisle?!? Holy smokes; they have pre-made fondont in every color for you AND disposable pastry bags.
Did I lose half of you...?
DISPOSABLE PASTRY BAGS MADE MY WEEKEND!
How sad is that?
But they did...not that I never knew they existed just didn't know where to get them or had the energy. Plus, I had no clue what I was missing out on with disposable pastry bags.
I've always had the latex re-usable kind. What a bitch those are; not as big a bitch as ganache and we'll get to her later, but a bitch. It's so hard to clean them properly and if you don't have enough for all the color frostings you are using, you have to re-use one and there is always that small stripe of the other color mixed in. UGH.
Don't get me wrong, same problems could arise with the disposable but I bought a 24 pack, oh lucky day that it was. The coupler is still a pain to get out, once you are finished, but hey can't ask for everything, can you?
So now, the ganache. Ganache is definitely a bitch. Ganache is a type of icing, I did white chocolate and the recipe is very simple. 1 cup of whipping cream, boiled, add to 8 ounces of white chocolate chips. Stir so chips melt. Let cool. Voila. Ganache.
Then the trouble starts: the ganache goes into the pastry bag at the consistency when it's cooled. Which is just like any other frosting.
You start to frost your cakes and here comes trouble: your body heat from your hands (which are holding the pastry bag) warm up and then again melt the ganache. It does not take long for that to happen.
It was like a minute per cupcake to ice. About 5 hours later (I know you did the math, but I took breaks in between) and everything covered in white chocolate ganache; the cupcakes were finished. Huge hit at the office today.
Let's just say that was the first and last time I make ganache. Unless there is a cook out there who knows how to solve this problem.
Recipe from Hillary (from Magnolia).
Inspiration from 52 Cupcakes.
I always thought I was along the lines of Hillary.
Last night marked the second weekend in a row that I backed cupcakes from scratch; and the third weekend that I ate cupcakes. Is my world becoming a cupcake?
As I was playing around with different Wilton tips while icing them, I thought I could do this everyday. It was so relaxing and fun to experiment and then, oh boy--can I tell you about my hour long trip to Michael's in the Cake Decorating aisle?!? Holy smokes; they have pre-made fondont in every color for you AND disposable pastry bags.
Did I lose half of you...?
DISPOSABLE PASTRY BAGS MADE MY WEEKEND!
How sad is that?
But they did...not that I never knew they existed just didn't know where to get them or had the energy. Plus, I had no clue what I was missing out on with disposable pastry bags.
I've always had the latex re-usable kind. What a bitch those are; not as big a bitch as ganache and we'll get to her later, but a bitch. It's so hard to clean them properly and if you don't have enough for all the color frostings you are using, you have to re-use one and there is always that small stripe of the other color mixed in. UGH.
Don't get me wrong, same problems could arise with the disposable but I bought a 24 pack, oh lucky day that it was. The coupler is still a pain to get out, once you are finished, but hey can't ask for everything, can you?
So now, the ganache. Ganache is definitely a bitch. Ganache is a type of icing, I did white chocolate and the recipe is very simple. 1 cup of whipping cream, boiled, add to 8 ounces of white chocolate chips. Stir so chips melt. Let cool. Voila. Ganache.
Then the trouble starts: the ganache goes into the pastry bag at the consistency when it's cooled. Which is just like any other frosting.
You start to frost your cakes and here comes trouble: your body heat from your hands (which are holding the pastry bag) warm up and then again melt the ganache. It does not take long for that to happen.
It was like a minute per cupcake to ice. About 5 hours later (I know you did the math, but I took breaks in between) and everything covered in white chocolate ganache; the cupcakes were finished. Huge hit at the office today.
Let's just say that was the first and last time I make ganache. Unless there is a cook out there who knows how to solve this problem.
Recipe from Hillary (from Magnolia).
Inspiration from 52 Cupcakes.
Friday, November 11
Two in a Row
This past weekend I saw the first of two great movies, that I just have to share. I saw Crash. Now, I know its been out for awhile and Bev raved about it, then Oprah said every American needs to watch it.
I'm slow and just now got to it, and can I say...Whoa! I'm a little biased because I really enjoy movies that have different vignettes that are connected on a bigger plot.
And Crash does that. Each character and their own story line are connected to each other. It touched every racial, stereotype, and discrimination that we have as Americans.
It went from two philosophical Black thieves, a very confused partial English knowing Persian, a racist-sexist cop, to a crack addict Black mother. Oy. It was so good.
My favorite storyline was the cop played by Ryan Philippe and how he went from good to bad all because of a stereotype of Black men, I don't want to spoil the details for those of you who have yet to see it.
I could go on forever, but I won't bore you.
Then last night, Maria Full of Grace was on HBO...Holy shit--where do I begin?
A Columbian teenager full of spunk quits her legit job because she hates her boss, her family depends on that income coming in, so she needs to find work. Enter Franklin, who says he can help her and all she has to do is travel. Uhm hmm.
Travel with some drugs in her belly. She becomes a drug mule carrying condom pellets containing cocaine from Columbia to New York City.
The pay was $800 up front and then a couple thousand when the job was complete.
Watching her practice 'swallowing' on the biggest grapes I've ever seen were enough to make me gag---then came the real deal, when she swallowed sixty something pellets. And once you swallow one, you have to swallow them all.
Sixty-something.
And the real story has yet to begin because things start getting real interesting once she gets on the plane to New York. Oh and I can mention: Maria is pregnant.
(it's in the description of the movie, so don't worry I'm not spoiling anything here because that is not even one of the shockers of the film)
My eyes, head, and stomach were in pain watching this and then at the end--completely shocked, it was the best movie I've seen in awhile, er, well, four days.
I'm slow and just now got to it, and can I say...Whoa! I'm a little biased because I really enjoy movies that have different vignettes that are connected on a bigger plot.
And Crash does that. Each character and their own story line are connected to each other. It touched every racial, stereotype, and discrimination that we have as Americans.
It went from two philosophical Black thieves, a very confused partial English knowing Persian, a racist-sexist cop, to a crack addict Black mother. Oy. It was so good.
My favorite storyline was the cop played by Ryan Philippe and how he went from good to bad all because of a stereotype of Black men, I don't want to spoil the details for those of you who have yet to see it.
I could go on forever, but I won't bore you.
Then last night, Maria Full of Grace was on HBO...Holy shit--where do I begin?
A Columbian teenager full of spunk quits her legit job because she hates her boss, her family depends on that income coming in, so she needs to find work. Enter Franklin, who says he can help her and all she has to do is travel. Uhm hmm.
Travel with some drugs in her belly. She becomes a drug mule carrying condom pellets containing cocaine from Columbia to New York City.
The pay was $800 up front and then a couple thousand when the job was complete.
Watching her practice 'swallowing' on the biggest grapes I've ever seen were enough to make me gag---then came the real deal, when she swallowed sixty something pellets. And once you swallow one, you have to swallow them all.
Sixty-something.
And the real story has yet to begin because things start getting real interesting once she gets on the plane to New York. Oh and I can mention: Maria is pregnant.
(it's in the description of the movie, so don't worry I'm not spoiling anything here because that is not even one of the shockers of the film)
My eyes, head, and stomach were in pain watching this and then at the end--completely shocked, it was the best movie I've seen in awhile, er, well, four days.
Wednesday, November 9
Nerd Alert
Rugby Michael needs an instruction manual. Now that I've resuscitated this relationship back to life from 1997, I'm suffering the consequences big time.
Yes, he is very good looking. Nice body, great hair. He lives in a very upscale part of town, drives a nice car, and his place is well decorated--Pottery Barn meets J Crew. Word. He has a very nice job and from what I can tell a great social circle of friends.
But.
Homeboy is a nerd. Geek. Drip. He is one of those Lord of the Rings/Star Wars/Harry Potter-ish nerds.
And whoa, before you whisper hypocrite at me..yes, I've seen those movies, too. Difference being, I haven't seen them ten times and I don't know all the hidden behind the scene secrets of them either. He does.
Thank goodness there are no figurines (statues) laying around his apartment that I can see. He doesn't belong to any chat rooms or fan clubs. He just knows everything about those type of fantastical movie types. And can talk about it for hours. HOURS.
I'm not even exaggerating. It's okay to be into something, I think we all need a hobby or two. But can he do it on his own time with people he can discuss with, I cannot bring anything to the conversation when he goes off on Hobbit world. Maybe he's just well rounded?!?! Because he also knows a lot about current events and celebrity gossip--he sure can hold a lot in that noggin of his. So I brushed his nerdiness aside and internally rolled my eyes each time he mentioned any of that stuff.
Couple weeks later and bored to tears, I find out more of his nerdiness: He has every Monty Python production ever made and knows those like the back of his hand as well!
WTF?
What do I do? Is there a crash course or something?
Thank goodness he is into college football, that almost erases the other stuff, because our school is kicking some booty. But even after the football talk he takes the topic right back to fantasy movie land. But if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have know that this was coming out soon.
How happy am I?
DELIRIOUS.
but I'll only see it once and won't know any of the 'secrets'!
Yes, he is very good looking. Nice body, great hair. He lives in a very upscale part of town, drives a nice car, and his place is well decorated--Pottery Barn meets J Crew. Word. He has a very nice job and from what I can tell a great social circle of friends.
But.
Homeboy is a nerd. Geek. Drip. He is one of those Lord of the Rings/Star Wars/Harry Potter-ish nerds.
And whoa, before you whisper hypocrite at me..yes, I've seen those movies, too. Difference being, I haven't seen them ten times and I don't know all the hidden behind the scene secrets of them either. He does.
Thank goodness there are no figurines (statues) laying around his apartment that I can see. He doesn't belong to any chat rooms or fan clubs. He just knows everything about those type of fantastical movie types. And can talk about it for hours. HOURS.
I'm not even exaggerating. It's okay to be into something, I think we all need a hobby or two. But can he do it on his own time with people he can discuss with, I cannot bring anything to the conversation when he goes off on Hobbit world. Maybe he's just well rounded?!?! Because he also knows a lot about current events and celebrity gossip--he sure can hold a lot in that noggin of his. So I brushed his nerdiness aside and internally rolled my eyes each time he mentioned any of that stuff.
Couple weeks later and bored to tears, I find out more of his nerdiness: He has every Monty Python production ever made and knows those like the back of his hand as well!
WTF?
What do I do? Is there a crash course or something?
Thank goodness he is into college football, that almost erases the other stuff, because our school is kicking some booty. But even after the football talk he takes the topic right back to fantasy movie land. But if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have know that this was coming out soon.
How happy am I?
DELIRIOUS.
but I'll only see it once and won't know any of the 'secrets'!
Tuesday, November 8
A Secret and I Should've Lied
You know how the other weekend I went to SA town? Funny thing about that trip, Ex-Who-Found-God found me. He kept calling me on my cell phone which I thought was a huge coincidence.
He called the Wednesday before I went down; then he called the Saturday I was there. I would be lying if I didn't tell you I wasn't the least bit paranoid. Especially when after I spoke to a semi neutral mutual friend, not twenty minutes passed and he called me up.
Of course, I didn't answer. And he never left voicemail.
This is where we let you on a secret...
I feel more comfortable telling you, dear internet, than telling my friends (not the ones that read this, of course) but if you know me and you read it here, it stays here. Because I know what the real life convo would look like:
Me: I spoke to Ex
Friend: You did WHAT?
Me: I spoke to Ex
Friend: Why?
Me: He called and since I am curious I called him back
Friend: You're an idiot (okay not in those words but something along those lines)
Me: But...
Friend: Who cares? He is a jerk and you just speaking to him, you are allowing him back in your life!
Me: See, he called me because blah blah blah blah blah
The friend would only hear blah blah's because they wouldn't care what the reason was or why he called. I know they are only looking out for my best interests. Sometimes you just want someone to hear you out without all the judgmental crap that comes along with it. So with that said, consider yourself lucky, internet, because I just needed someone to hear me out...
OK.
Ex called. I called him back.
He's been thinking about me a lot. (uh huh) He didn't get married and is no longer in the Found God religion. I could've predicted that. You don't go from atheist to God lover at the snap of some fingers all for some booty. Y'know?!?! His daughter now goes to UT-Austin (Hook 'em)---yeah, he's that old. He still lives in the same place. And here is the news: He may have prostate cancer.
See? Friend may have skipped over listening to that one and still been bashing him to the ground...
So as he told me this sad news, I listened.
What I heard was a man, a very sad man down on his luck and his life. I'm glad I could've been there for him as an ear/shoulder to cry on (he wasn't crying but you get the idea). Then he caught up with me and my life seemed so materialistic compared to what his happening in his. I felt bad and materialistic; that the worse thing happening to me was my boss made me cry the other day and my world was falling apart because of that.
Then he asked when next I'd be in town...oh, I should have lied and said never because now he has asked me to get together?
Thoughts, Internet?
He called the Wednesday before I went down; then he called the Saturday I was there. I would be lying if I didn't tell you I wasn't the least bit paranoid. Especially when after I spoke to a semi neutral mutual friend, not twenty minutes passed and he called me up.
Of course, I didn't answer. And he never left voicemail.
This is where we let you on a secret...
I feel more comfortable telling you, dear internet, than telling my friends (not the ones that read this, of course) but if you know me and you read it here, it stays here. Because I know what the real life convo would look like:
Me: I spoke to Ex
Friend: You did WHAT?
Me: I spoke to Ex
Friend: Why?
Me: He called and since I am curious I called him back
Friend: You're an idiot (okay not in those words but something along those lines)
Me: But...
Friend: Who cares? He is a jerk and you just speaking to him, you are allowing him back in your life!
Me: See, he called me because blah blah blah blah blah
The friend would only hear blah blah's because they wouldn't care what the reason was or why he called. I know they are only looking out for my best interests. Sometimes you just want someone to hear you out without all the judgmental crap that comes along with it. So with that said, consider yourself lucky, internet, because I just needed someone to hear me out...
OK.
Ex called. I called him back.
He's been thinking about me a lot. (uh huh) He didn't get married and is no longer in the Found God religion. I could've predicted that. You don't go from atheist to God lover at the snap of some fingers all for some booty. Y'know?!?! His daughter now goes to UT-Austin (Hook 'em)---yeah, he's that old. He still lives in the same place. And here is the news: He may have prostate cancer.
See? Friend may have skipped over listening to that one and still been bashing him to the ground...
So as he told me this sad news, I listened.
What I heard was a man, a very sad man down on his luck and his life. I'm glad I could've been there for him as an ear/shoulder to cry on (he wasn't crying but you get the idea). Then he caught up with me and my life seemed so materialistic compared to what his happening in his. I felt bad and materialistic; that the worse thing happening to me was my boss made me cry the other day and my world was falling apart because of that.
Then he asked when next I'd be in town...oh, I should have lied and said never because now he has asked me to get together?
Thoughts, Internet?
Laguna Dreamin'
I had the oddest dream last night as a result of watching too much Laguna Beach. I was stuck in an episode. Instead of the light airiness of Laguna; it was dark and the camera angles were all wrong. Everyone around me seemed to be posers. When I awoke I realized that was not Laguna Beach but a LOREAL cosmetics Laguna Beach moment...WTF?
Can we discuss those for a moment?
Why is LOREAL pushing their make-up in these mini wannabe Laguna Beach episodes? They usually make me roll my eyes during the commercial break, but last night, I was laughing my butt off. LOREAL's star girl was having some man troubles in the middle of a party. She then went to the bathroom and applied her LOREAL lipstick. Voila--drama solved! Because now she could go back out to the party, grab her boyfriend and tell him they need to 'talk'. WTF? In the middle of a party, yeah...right. But she was wearing her super duper I-can-do-anything lipstick, so you know.
Then it was a real LOREAL commercial (and how long is Milla Jovovich's contract? She's been with them forever.) and back to the real Laguna.
LC is still handling Jason like a pro and Kristin is still the Queen Biatch. I'm sorry, but how is that you get invited to a party and don't mingle, let alone even speak or acknowledge the hostess, who invited you...which was LC! That was rude and wrong. I know it can be uncomfortable when an 'enemy' all of a sudden turns and invites you to a party. Come on, Kristin and her girls talked about it beforehand.
And Alex--ooh I think that may be her name, the blonde with all the wisdom that doesn't have a storyline but a killer wardrobe and knows how to have fun at her Mexican Fiesta. I wish we knew more about her, she seems fun. Alex told Kristin this was a good way for closure, if they went to the party. They went and with Alex next her, the secluded themselves from the party.
Gee, whiz.
I cannot wait for the end of this season, so I can stop watching because it seriously is the best thing ever, and I'm twenty-eight years old!
Which brings me to some questions: Why are they all moving to LA?
Did Stephen finish school up in San Francisco? Is Kristin attending college in LA? Jason in LA, too? We all know LC has her internship...
But have they explained this and I missed it?
Can we discuss those for a moment?
Why is LOREAL pushing their make-up in these mini wannabe Laguna Beach episodes? They usually make me roll my eyes during the commercial break, but last night, I was laughing my butt off. LOREAL's star girl was having some man troubles in the middle of a party. She then went to the bathroom and applied her LOREAL lipstick. Voila--drama solved! Because now she could go back out to the party, grab her boyfriend and tell him they need to 'talk'. WTF? In the middle of a party, yeah...right. But she was wearing her super duper I-can-do-anything lipstick, so you know.
Then it was a real LOREAL commercial (and how long is Milla Jovovich's contract? She's been with them forever.) and back to the real Laguna.
LC is still handling Jason like a pro and Kristin is still the Queen Biatch. I'm sorry, but how is that you get invited to a party and don't mingle, let alone even speak or acknowledge the hostess, who invited you...which was LC! That was rude and wrong. I know it can be uncomfortable when an 'enemy' all of a sudden turns and invites you to a party. Come on, Kristin and her girls talked about it beforehand.
And Alex--ooh I think that may be her name, the blonde with all the wisdom that doesn't have a storyline but a killer wardrobe and knows how to have fun at her Mexican Fiesta. I wish we knew more about her, she seems fun. Alex told Kristin this was a good way for closure, if they went to the party. They went and with Alex next her, the secluded themselves from the party.
Gee, whiz.
I cannot wait for the end of this season, so I can stop watching because it seriously is the best thing ever, and I'm twenty-eight years old!
Which brings me to some questions: Why are they all moving to LA?
Did Stephen finish school up in San Francisco? Is Kristin attending college in LA? Jason in LA, too? We all know LC has her internship...
But have they explained this and I missed it?
Monday, November 7
Weekend Wrap-Up
Friday night I made carrot cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. It was very difficult to get the frosting as thick as I would liked it to be, but what the heck, its frosting, it can be gooey.
Then Incredible and I attempted to get a burger at a new spot. Since it was new, it was crowded and we opted for Chip's. I had a chile relleno burger---so freakin' yum! Now I know I just mentioned a name from the past and we'll get to that in a minute, or some other post because this is about the weekend, not the men.
Saturday morning I met up with the Brunch Club. Our club started with 4 girls. Then V (we shall call her) eVited everyone she knew and we were all to invite whomever to join us. We'd meet up once a month at a different location each month. Sixteen girls RSVP'ed on the eVite. Now with my history of eViting peeps, I know that means you are lucky if half show up. Or that may just be me...
Sixteen didn't show. Twenty-three did. 23! We may as well have rented out the restaurant with that many people dining on one tab. I didn't see the total of the bill but know it was split evenly and my share was $19.00 (do the math); that waiter must've been in Heaven! I'll be so lucky and happy if one-third that amount make an appearance at my birthday shindig. (one month to go till the big 2-8)
Since there was a pitcher of mimosas flowing at the table, I couldn't tell you how much I drank, later Incredible thought I was still buzzed. (that name just keeps popping up this whole weekend)
I sauntered home, called Bev and spoke to Rugby Michael. Then passed out. Incredible called and told me he wanted to take me dinner. Oh-kay we don't pass on free food around here. We went and ate some BBQ place. Normally, I would have protested the BBQ; but since it was his treat and he was in a good mood I kept my mouth shut and ate a sausage plate.
Then he dragged me to the mall--for what reason, I'm not sure but I'm definetely postive it was to try and keep me away from the Traffic Jam party (little did he know, someone else had that task). Incredible knew I was going and I planned to wear green. Green meant go, which meant single in all aspects of the word. Wha-ha ha ha.
We're going to skip what went down at the Traffic Jam party--way too much drama, roadblocks, and construction in my way. There was a major detour. Moving on...
Sunday morning I met my Lesbian friend and her girlfriend for brunch. As we sat there chatting it up, my phone was ringing and I ignored it. It was brunch; no time to be answering phones when I'm eating and gossiping and eating.
Next thing I know, Incredible showed up (dressed as if he was hitting church afterwards) with flowers for the girls. Not me. For them. And they swooned, but I should mention that Lesbian friend is all for Incredible, she LOVES him and would be the first to campaign for our marriage. Why'd they get flowers and not me? Well, you may know or not, but I just cannot stand flowers as a gift. I don't have any where to put them and am missing that gene. Oh well. I got white chocolate from him later. And I mean white chocolate as in candy that you eat. I know where your brains went!
Then Incredible and I attempted to get a burger at a new spot. Since it was new, it was crowded and we opted for Chip's. I had a chile relleno burger---so freakin' yum! Now I know I just mentioned a name from the past and we'll get to that in a minute, or some other post because this is about the weekend, not the men.
Saturday morning I met up with the Brunch Club. Our club started with 4 girls. Then V (we shall call her) eVited everyone she knew and we were all to invite whomever to join us. We'd meet up once a month at a different location each month. Sixteen girls RSVP'ed on the eVite. Now with my history of eViting peeps, I know that means you are lucky if half show up. Or that may just be me...
Sixteen didn't show. Twenty-three did. 23! We may as well have rented out the restaurant with that many people dining on one tab. I didn't see the total of the bill but know it was split evenly and my share was $19.00 (do the math); that waiter must've been in Heaven! I'll be so lucky and happy if one-third that amount make an appearance at my birthday shindig. (one month to go till the big 2-8)
Since there was a pitcher of mimosas flowing at the table, I couldn't tell you how much I drank, later Incredible thought I was still buzzed. (that name just keeps popping up this whole weekend)
I sauntered home, called Bev and spoke to Rugby Michael. Then passed out. Incredible called and told me he wanted to take me dinner. Oh-kay we don't pass on free food around here. We went and ate some BBQ place. Normally, I would have protested the BBQ; but since it was his treat and he was in a good mood I kept my mouth shut and ate a sausage plate.
Then he dragged me to the mall--for what reason, I'm not sure but I'm definetely postive it was to try and keep me away from the Traffic Jam party (little did he know, someone else had that task). Incredible knew I was going and I planned to wear green. Green meant go, which meant single in all aspects of the word. Wha-ha ha ha.
We're going to skip what went down at the Traffic Jam party--way too much drama, roadblocks, and construction in my way. There was a major detour. Moving on...
Sunday morning I met my Lesbian friend and her girlfriend for brunch. As we sat there chatting it up, my phone was ringing and I ignored it. It was brunch; no time to be answering phones when I'm eating and gossiping and eating.
Next thing I know, Incredible showed up (dressed as if he was hitting church afterwards) with flowers for the girls. Not me. For them. And they swooned, but I should mention that Lesbian friend is all for Incredible, she LOVES him and would be the first to campaign for our marriage. Why'd they get flowers and not me? Well, you may know or not, but I just cannot stand flowers as a gift. I don't have any where to put them and am missing that gene. Oh well. I got white chocolate from him later. And I mean white chocolate as in candy that you eat. I know where your brains went!
Friday, November 4
What Word Verification?
Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy Blogger has set up a trap to eliminate advertisements on the comments section.
Thank you, Blogger.
Is it necessary that we only verify words that don't exist?
I don't know how it works on the backend. No IT classes over here.
Is it set up that the advertiser's cannot recognize real words hence the complicated configurations I am forced to spell out just to comment?
uvshjff. WTF?
What happened to real words like cat, dog? Or is that too easy and won't fool the ad people?
Now everyone has it on their comments section (me, too) and I am forced to spell out words like gllmiad, even when I reply back to my own comments on my own blog.
Aiyee---can't blogger make a note and recognize it is me posting my own comment and just let me post it?
Maybe someone can explain it to me, like a ten year old--nope, wait, some of those kids are better at this computer programming game than I--so explain it to me like I'm two.
While we're at it, I apologize, if you have not seen me post a comment on your blog in awhile, it's because it was just too much work.
Maybe it's just me, but there have been times when I'm sitting here posting a comment and cannot figure out the freaking letters on the word verification.
Holy Crap!! I'm talking three to four tries and I give up.
It's not because I'm stupid or cannot read; it's because when you put a 'v' and a 'w' next to each other; they kind of look weird. Or it's the 'u' and 'w' combo that throws me. And the 'r' and 'f' nest to each other--is it a 'n' or a 'r', I can never tell.
Or maybe, it's blogger messing with people with astigmatism. Do you feel me?
I have an astigmatism and the toric contact lenses are working over time each time I need to figure out what the heck the wavy, slanted, purple (red, orange) letters are!
This isn't word verification its a Knowledge test, or better, yet for people like me an Eye Seeing Test. So please don't think that I didn't think your blog post was funny or that I'm too full of myself to comment back to your own comments on my blog. It's just that I (and my eyes) give up.
Blogger, you won.
*Does anyone else find it humorous, that the word "blog" is not in Blogger's spell check dictionary?
Thank you, Blogger.
Is it necessary that we only verify words that don't exist?
I don't know how it works on the backend. No IT classes over here.
Is it set up that the advertiser's cannot recognize real words hence the complicated configurations I am forced to spell out just to comment?
uvshjff. WTF?
What happened to real words like cat, dog? Or is that too easy and won't fool the ad people?
Now everyone has it on their comments section (me, too) and I am forced to spell out words like gllmiad, even when I reply back to my own comments on my own blog.
Aiyee---can't blogger make a note and recognize it is me posting my own comment and just let me post it?
Maybe someone can explain it to me, like a ten year old--nope, wait, some of those kids are better at this computer programming game than I--so explain it to me like I'm two.
While we're at it, I apologize, if you have not seen me post a comment on your blog in awhile, it's because it was just too much work.
Maybe it's just me, but there have been times when I'm sitting here posting a comment and cannot figure out the freaking letters on the word verification.
Holy Crap!! I'm talking three to four tries and I give up.
It's not because I'm stupid or cannot read; it's because when you put a 'v' and a 'w' next to each other; they kind of look weird. Or it's the 'u' and 'w' combo that throws me. And the 'r' and 'f' nest to each other--is it a 'n' or a 'r', I can never tell.
Or maybe, it's blogger messing with people with astigmatism. Do you feel me?
I have an astigmatism and the toric contact lenses are working over time each time I need to figure out what the heck the wavy, slanted, purple (red, orange) letters are!
This isn't word verification its a Knowledge test, or better, yet for people like me an Eye Seeing Test. So please don't think that I didn't think your blog post was funny or that I'm too full of myself to comment back to your own comments on my blog. It's just that I (and my eyes) give up.
Blogger, you won.
*Does anyone else find it humorous, that the word "blog" is not in Blogger's spell check dictionary?
Thursday, November 3
It Definitely was Charity
Laguna Beach---why didn't anyone tell me that the best show ever was on, AP, looking directly at you!!
From the beginning, way back when, I was always on Team LC. Always. I hate Kristen with so much, she is that girl that every boy loved in high school and you could never figure out why or what she had that you didn't?!? Hate her.
But I also despise Stephen too, talk about getting his cake. LC was too presh for him and I didn't understand why she'd chase him.
I cheered for her in San Francisco but didn't quite understand why she moved back. Guess if I had a big house with absent parents, I'd do nothing all day too. Internship? What internship? Puhleeze.
At the beginning of this season I fell for Jason. Hottie, that he is. I was on his side and Jessica just had to go. I cheered when he broke up with her. Cruel? Yes. I said it. Then he started Alex. Is it just me or is Alex the Godfather of Laguna Beach?
Everyone wants to be her friend and she doesn't take crap from anyone. People are scared to be on her bad side and I love her. She played no games and drop kicked Jason to the curb when he was caught kissing Jessica.
I was still on his side because Jessica, is how to put this nicely--a desperate slut. What would you call her? And after the episode I saw last night, I am sure of it.
Now, Jason is dating LC. Whoo hoo and they are so cute. Jason said he loved Lauren and I melted. I believed him. Then he went and did it and we all saw it, so did LC. And I still blame Jessica more. Because she is a desperate slut. She danced her way into his lap, hugged up on him, nuzzled him, and then kissed him. OK! I know it took two.
But as someone who has fell prey to desperate slut behavior (see, I can admit it) let me tell you, it really takes one.
I have thrown myself onto boys that were obviously not interested in me. Obviously. And it works for all of a minute--usually at 2:01 AM.
Here's the trick, for some odd reason the logic in your brain is completely turned off and you honestly think that what you are doing is working. Sad, but so true. Only hindsight will make you see what a fool you are (were). Poor Jessica's acts are on tape. FOREVER. (wha-ha-ha-ha)
Poor Jessica threw herself onto Jason, and as weak as boys are he played along and did more than that. He kissed her, too. Then my mouth dropped, not for the shock that he did it. But because LC handled it like a freaking pro, if she writes a book, this needs to be her subject.
She was more calm than I would have been and she took none of his crap excuses and told him to get out of her face. Whoo hoo.
I'm way older than her and sadly, way weaker.
Then, she got her friend to confirm the story; in a very funny sequence you'd have to see to hear pathetic Jessica in the trap.
Finally, the piece de resistance: LC walked passed a distraught Jason who was waiting for her (?!?) without looking at him or saying one word, got into her car and got the peace out of there.
If this was me, there would have been some over-dramatics happening, people screaming, and me (the weak one) going home with Jason at the end.
Way to go, MTV. I don't know if its real or not, but thanks for the best drama I've seen on TV in a long time. Please, please play this one over and over, who am I kidding? You know they will.
From the beginning, way back when, I was always on Team LC. Always. I hate Kristen with so much, she is that girl that every boy loved in high school and you could never figure out why or what she had that you didn't?!? Hate her.
But I also despise Stephen too, talk about getting his cake. LC was too presh for him and I didn't understand why she'd chase him.
I cheered for her in San Francisco but didn't quite understand why she moved back. Guess if I had a big house with absent parents, I'd do nothing all day too. Internship? What internship? Puhleeze.
At the beginning of this season I fell for Jason. Hottie, that he is. I was on his side and Jessica just had to go. I cheered when he broke up with her. Cruel? Yes. I said it. Then he started Alex. Is it just me or is Alex the Godfather of Laguna Beach?
Everyone wants to be her friend and she doesn't take crap from anyone. People are scared to be on her bad side and I love her. She played no games and drop kicked Jason to the curb when he was caught kissing Jessica.
I was still on his side because Jessica, is how to put this nicely--a desperate slut. What would you call her? And after the episode I saw last night, I am sure of it.
Now, Jason is dating LC. Whoo hoo and they are so cute. Jason said he loved Lauren and I melted. I believed him. Then he went and did it and we all saw it, so did LC. And I still blame Jessica more. Because she is a desperate slut. She danced her way into his lap, hugged up on him, nuzzled him, and then kissed him. OK! I know it took two.
But as someone who has fell prey to desperate slut behavior (see, I can admit it) let me tell you, it really takes one.
I have thrown myself onto boys that were obviously not interested in me. Obviously. And it works for all of a minute--usually at 2:01 AM.
Here's the trick, for some odd reason the logic in your brain is completely turned off and you honestly think that what you are doing is working. Sad, but so true. Only hindsight will make you see what a fool you are (were). Poor Jessica's acts are on tape. FOREVER. (wha-ha-ha-ha)
Poor Jessica threw herself onto Jason, and as weak as boys are he played along and did more than that. He kissed her, too. Then my mouth dropped, not for the shock that he did it. But because LC handled it like a freaking pro, if she writes a book, this needs to be her subject.
She was more calm than I would have been and she took none of his crap excuses and told him to get out of her face. Whoo hoo.
I'm way older than her and sadly, way weaker.
Then, she got her friend to confirm the story; in a very funny sequence you'd have to see to hear pathetic Jessica in the trap.
Finally, the piece de resistance: LC walked passed a distraught Jason who was waiting for her (?!?) without looking at him or saying one word, got into her car and got the peace out of there.
If this was me, there would have been some over-dramatics happening, people screaming, and me (the weak one) going home with Jason at the end.
Way to go, MTV. I don't know if its real or not, but thanks for the best drama I've seen on TV in a long time. Please, please play this one over and over, who am I kidding? You know they will.
Upcoming Weekend News on a Thursday?!?!
I'm going to have to get excited for the weekend, for a bit. I have two brunches lined up; Saturday and Sunday. One football game to witness, a "Traffic Jam" party, and all of it from the comfort of Dallas.
Whoo hoo---finally a weekend at home, no travel needed exceeding 10 miles.
I'm way too excited, so much in fact that I've already perused the brunch menus and know exactly what I'm ordering. All I need to figure out is what I'm wearing.
I know, it's Thursday.
I can walk to Saturday's brunch! Yippee! This weekend I am trying to cut down the amount of driving, I will have to do.
That San Antonio drive nearly killed me. It is that boring and there are so many people willing to stay on the phone with you past twenty minutes of conversation, or is that just me?
One of my friends has put together a Brunch Club; we meet the first Saturday of each month for brunch. I'm so glad I'm not the only one that can really appreciate this meal. This past Sunday, I seemed to be the only one. Who doesn't like brunch? I never met anyone who didn't and lo and behold SK hates breakfast foods (even, though she failed to mention this when I first told her of the plan).
But brunch isn't breakfast nor is it lunch. Brunch is about getting the best from both those meals and possibly a mimosa or bloody Mary, too. Brunch is getting out of bed whenever you please and its still there for you. Brunch is fun food and great conversations. Brunch is rolling into a restaurant with the biggest sunglasses on and the comfiest sweater (maybe over your walk of shame clothes from the night before). It's casual, it's fun, and the food is my favorite.
Enough of brunch, already--right? I'm sure you are wondering about the Traffic Jam party I mentioned.
Same brunch friend has a group of friends that put together a 'single and mingle' kind of party. The theme: Traffic Jam and of course there are rules.
The invite stated the following rules for when dressing up to come to the party:
Red shirt (dress, bodypaint,...) is obligatory for committed folks ("stop or suffer the consequences of death or destruction")
Green shirt ("go") * for single girls and guys
Yellow shirt ("caution") * for single people under the following circumstances:
- it's complicated
- recovering from a bad break up and not ready for new adventures
- broke, with no money to support expensive dating game
- having annoying habits, for example: nose picking, nail biting, excessive shopping, wearing too much cologne, squeezing the
toothpaste in the middle, etc. "And to answer your questionÂ… Yes people wear yellow"
Fun, right? I cannot wait..I'm torn between green or yellow. Obviously I want to wear green, but only have cute going out tops in yellow---and yellow looks better on me than green. Hmm...I'll let y'all know how that turns out and what roadblocks happen because I am sure they will.
Speaking of clothing, I don't ever want to do my own laundry again. My closet smells so good from the laundered clothes.
Whoo hoo---finally a weekend at home, no travel needed exceeding 10 miles.
I'm way too excited, so much in fact that I've already perused the brunch menus and know exactly what I'm ordering. All I need to figure out is what I'm wearing.
I know, it's Thursday.
I can walk to Saturday's brunch! Yippee! This weekend I am trying to cut down the amount of driving, I will have to do.
That San Antonio drive nearly killed me. It is that boring and there are so many people willing to stay on the phone with you past twenty minutes of conversation, or is that just me?
One of my friends has put together a Brunch Club; we meet the first Saturday of each month for brunch. I'm so glad I'm not the only one that can really appreciate this meal. This past Sunday, I seemed to be the only one. Who doesn't like brunch? I never met anyone who didn't and lo and behold SK hates breakfast foods (even, though she failed to mention this when I first told her of the plan).
But brunch isn't breakfast nor is it lunch. Brunch is about getting the best from both those meals and possibly a mimosa or bloody Mary, too. Brunch is getting out of bed whenever you please and its still there for you. Brunch is fun food and great conversations. Brunch is rolling into a restaurant with the biggest sunglasses on and the comfiest sweater (maybe over your walk of shame clothes from the night before). It's casual, it's fun, and the food is my favorite.
Enough of brunch, already--right? I'm sure you are wondering about the Traffic Jam party I mentioned.
Same brunch friend has a group of friends that put together a 'single and mingle' kind of party. The theme: Traffic Jam and of course there are rules.
The invite stated the following rules for when dressing up to come to the party:
Red shirt (dress, bodypaint,...) is obligatory for committed folks ("stop or suffer the consequences of death or destruction")
Green shirt ("go") * for single girls and guys
Yellow shirt ("caution") * for single people under the following circumstances:
- it's complicated
- recovering from a bad break up and not ready for new adventures
- broke, with no money to support expensive dating game
- having annoying habits, for example: nose picking, nail biting, excessive shopping, wearing too much cologne, squeezing the
toothpaste in the middle, etc. "And to answer your questionÂ… Yes people wear yellow"
Fun, right? I cannot wait..I'm torn between green or yellow. Obviously I want to wear green, but only have cute going out tops in yellow---and yellow looks better on me than green. Hmm...I'll let y'all know how that turns out and what roadblocks happen because I am sure they will.
Speaking of clothing, I don't ever want to do my own laundry again. My closet smells so good from the laundered clothes.
Wednesday, November 2
Laundry Service
I don't know what this makes me, but I dropped off all my laundry to be done at one of those places that does your laundry for you.
This took a lot from me.
After seeing that AP gets her dry cleaning delivered to her door step, I wanted it too. But I live in an apartment building. I get paranoid when my laundry is unattended in the laundry room. What would happen if someone stole my laundry from one of the machines? With my luck, it'd be my favorite shirt or my best pair of jeans.
I researched some laundry services in my 'hood and nothing. Then I received a Daily Candy email. Do you get those? They are great. I love them.
This one in particular, advertised a place called the Washouse, that cleans and launders your clothes for you.
I have free use of laundry machines in my building. I have laundry detergent. I have two legs and two arms.
What I didn't have, was time nor energy.
Have you seen my travel schedule for the past four weeks? I rarely had time to cook (explaining the lack of recipes posted), so when was I to wash my undies?
Which leads us to my number one problem in letting other people do my laundry: underwear.
I'm not gross, I take showers (sometimes twice daily if I run that day), and my hygiene is beyond par. But still...how comfortable are you with letting other people sort through your dirty underwear?
I took a gulp and heaved my laundry over to the Washouse. All of it.
I was terrified that they would sort it in front of me. Not the case. They just took the bundle and my contact information.
After work I went and picked it up. This just may become a regular deal for me.
All my clothes were neatly folded and pressed into stacks: whites, colors, linens, and delicates. The whites have never been whiter. My towels were folded as if they were to be stacked at Linens and Things to be sold. And my delicates, the previously mentioned undies---all rolled into small balls, tightly packed in their own case. Was this my underwear?
My laundry has never been treated better. I bet if they could talk, they'd demand never to be washed by me again.
Speaking of clothes. Have you ever caught yourself wearing an outfit that impressed the bejeezus out of you?
Time to time, I find myself admiring my own outfit. I'm a frequent reader of StyleDiary and look to it for inspirations. I am that clueless as to how to put together the clothes I already own and make them look fresh and new (maybe all I needed was Washouse).
For the past month or so, my outlook on my closet has changed.
I now wear items that I wouldn't normally have put together or would have been brave enough to wear.
Last week, I tried the belt over the sweater look. I wore khaki corduroy gauchos, a white button down, and a black cardigan over that. I cinched it with a gold belt over my natural waist. I found this look on runway pics, tried it,and loved it. Yes, there were some crazy stares from the co-workers who find Old Navy to be the fashion mecca.
Saturday, I wore a short sleeve white button down with an olive green tank top over it. The tank top had gold horizontal stripes. I wore this with jeans and neutral heels.
Today, I got real brave. Colored textured tights. They are black with some green in them, but I'm wearing them with open toe shoes. The old me would never dare. I saw the look in InStyle and went for it.
I'm getting all sorts of stares, but I think it looks very fashion forward.
I'm not getting all Carrie Bradshaw outfit crazy, just coloring outside the lines. I like it and am so impressed. I'm almost moved to take pictures of my outfits to recreate.
Or is that pushing it?
This took a lot from me.
After seeing that AP gets her dry cleaning delivered to her door step, I wanted it too. But I live in an apartment building. I get paranoid when my laundry is unattended in the laundry room. What would happen if someone stole my laundry from one of the machines? With my luck, it'd be my favorite shirt or my best pair of jeans.
I researched some laundry services in my 'hood and nothing. Then I received a Daily Candy email. Do you get those? They are great. I love them.
This one in particular, advertised a place called the Washouse, that cleans and launders your clothes for you.
I have free use of laundry machines in my building. I have laundry detergent. I have two legs and two arms.
What I didn't have, was time nor energy.
Have you seen my travel schedule for the past four weeks? I rarely had time to cook (explaining the lack of recipes posted), so when was I to wash my undies?
Which leads us to my number one problem in letting other people do my laundry: underwear.
I'm not gross, I take showers (sometimes twice daily if I run that day), and my hygiene is beyond par. But still...how comfortable are you with letting other people sort through your dirty underwear?
I took a gulp and heaved my laundry over to the Washouse. All of it.
I was terrified that they would sort it in front of me. Not the case. They just took the bundle and my contact information.
After work I went and picked it up. This just may become a regular deal for me.
All my clothes were neatly folded and pressed into stacks: whites, colors, linens, and delicates. The whites have never been whiter. My towels were folded as if they were to be stacked at Linens and Things to be sold. And my delicates, the previously mentioned undies---all rolled into small balls, tightly packed in their own case. Was this my underwear?
My laundry has never been treated better. I bet if they could talk, they'd demand never to be washed by me again.
Speaking of clothes. Have you ever caught yourself wearing an outfit that impressed the bejeezus out of you?
Time to time, I find myself admiring my own outfit. I'm a frequent reader of StyleDiary and look to it for inspirations. I am that clueless as to how to put together the clothes I already own and make them look fresh and new (maybe all I needed was Washouse).
For the past month or so, my outlook on my closet has changed.
I now wear items that I wouldn't normally have put together or would have been brave enough to wear.
Last week, I tried the belt over the sweater look. I wore khaki corduroy gauchos, a white button down, and a black cardigan over that. I cinched it with a gold belt over my natural waist. I found this look on runway pics, tried it,and loved it. Yes, there were some crazy stares from the co-workers who find Old Navy to be the fashion mecca.
Saturday, I wore a short sleeve white button down with an olive green tank top over it. The tank top had gold horizontal stripes. I wore this with jeans and neutral heels.
Today, I got real brave. Colored textured tights. They are black with some green in them, but I'm wearing them with open toe shoes. The old me would never dare. I saw the look in InStyle and went for it.
I'm getting all sorts of stares, but I think it looks very fashion forward.
I'm not getting all Carrie Bradshaw outfit crazy, just coloring outside the lines. I like it and am so impressed. I'm almost moved to take pictures of my outfits to recreate.
Or is that pushing it?
RIP
I may have mentioned this before but I live within walking distance to 2 grocery stores: Albertsons and Wal-Mart Neighborhood Market (there is a difference from the Wal-Mart Supercenters---huge diff.)
Albertson's always smells like dead fish rotting and has a ton of people no matter what time of the day it is.
Wal-Mart is Wal-Mart bringing with it all the ghetto peeps from the other side of the highway; but they look like my peeps and there not that many of us in Uptown, so...I tend to go there wearing my Morehouse tee shirt.
Maybe you'll get the joke.
But seriously, their produce sucks.
I make my weekly grocery trip to a Tom Thumb that is about 5-10 minutes away by car. And it's in the gay neighborhood. Meaning it's quaint, cheap, super clean, and funky (in a good way). It is never crowded. And everyone knows your name. So, I guess it was my Cheers.
There was one minor set back, one checker was obsessed with me. Once I heard her talk about my breasts and another time she made the comment that I was not too young for her. Flattered?
When in Rome...
You'd have to expect that they'll assume you are gay.
I love this Tom Thumb. They even have the tiny shopping carts. I love those.
They are shutting it down due to the lack of traffic it got. The most crowded I've seen it, there must have been 10-15 peeps in it. Which is sad.
Across the street there is a Kroger and the parking lot is always full of cars. Same neighborhood but not the same atmosphere---is it wrong for me to say that the ghetto gays go there?
No joke. There is a huge difference. What will I do now? I won't be caught shopping at Kroger!
I could get all snippity snob and do all my shopping at Eatzi's.
Or I could save the gas and brave Wal-mart and the fish smell at Albertson's.
I'm really going to miss my Tom.
Albertson's always smells like dead fish rotting and has a ton of people no matter what time of the day it is.
Wal-Mart is Wal-Mart bringing with it all the ghetto peeps from the other side of the highway; but they look like my peeps and there not that many of us in Uptown, so...I tend to go there wearing my Morehouse tee shirt.
Maybe you'll get the joke.
But seriously, their produce sucks.
I make my weekly grocery trip to a Tom Thumb that is about 5-10 minutes away by car. And it's in the gay neighborhood. Meaning it's quaint, cheap, super clean, and funky (in a good way). It is never crowded. And everyone knows your name. So, I guess it was my Cheers.
There was one minor set back, one checker was obsessed with me. Once I heard her talk about my breasts and another time she made the comment that I was not too young for her. Flattered?
When in Rome...
You'd have to expect that they'll assume you are gay.
I love this Tom Thumb. They even have the tiny shopping carts. I love those.
They are shutting it down due to the lack of traffic it got. The most crowded I've seen it, there must have been 10-15 peeps in it. Which is sad.
Across the street there is a Kroger and the parking lot is always full of cars. Same neighborhood but not the same atmosphere---is it wrong for me to say that the ghetto gays go there?
No joke. There is a huge difference. What will I do now? I won't be caught shopping at Kroger!
I could get all snippity snob and do all my shopping at Eatzi's.
Or I could save the gas and brave Wal-mart and the fish smell at Albertson's.
I'm really going to miss my Tom.
Tuesday, November 1
Tacos y Beer
Finally, a weekend in San Antonio where I was not complaining the whole time. Because duh, of course there was a little bit of complaining to be done, I was in San Antonio. Let's just go in order, so it's easier for everyone to follow along ( I got an email where one of my friends was confused because I didn't seem to go in order?!?)
Friday night, it took me 5 hours to get there for starters--not my usual Speedracer, three hours because remember I lost my drivers license. And let me tell you there are about three to five towns in between Dallas and San Antonio that I do not want to see their jails. Not any jail for that matter, but small town jails creep me out--you never know, I mean who would come get me? At least I know peeps in the larger towns and small town cops would love to get me--I'd probably fill their quota for the month.
Anywhoo, I arrive in SA (esse) town around 8pm and meet up with Belvis' boyfriend, for the first installation of our San Antonio Eating Tour. I'm an eater, he's an eater--most of the other eaters I know in SA like to hit Chili's for a nice meal, so we took advantage of our common thread: food. We went to Ajua's.
Nice. New. Yum.
Until the waitress (who made the best un-PC joke ever, so it won't be repeated here) didn't know how to use a credit card machine and charged me double, thus charging us three times as much for the meal.
That was a fun phone call , the next day. It is my money and when you mess up, I think I have the right to be upset...don't I?
Then it was on to Party City (the worst day ever to be there) and to see a friend and her two year old baby. At Big Lots. Talk about FUN...not. Screaming two year old, a discount store, and too many people at the Big Lots.
Ugh.
Since it had been some years, I decided to pop into my old job and say hello to my ex-manager at Pier 1 Imports. We had a lot of catching up to do, which involved staring at tons of pictures of her two sons: one, 2 years old, the other, 1 year old. Yeah, you read right.
Now that I'm writing this, you'd think I was all about the babies on Saturday--not so true..
Drumroll please to the highlight of Saturday: I finally met Bev aka Pecos Girl.
Who by the way, is way funnier and prettier in person. Not that her online pictures suck but maybe because we were in the flesh--I don't know. It was sad that she had to witness me on the phone getting all frustrated by SK--who we will get to later. Then we went to get cupcakes at The Cake Shop (so good and cheap, $1 per cupcake) and Mexican food at ChaCho's----oh Holy, did I (not) need that meal.
We went over our plans for the night and I went on my way to meet SK.
Now, for the real reason I was in San Antonio: SK's Surprise Birthday Dinner. The plan is long, tedious, and boring for you readers, we we'll skip that. But it was also ruined, a friend who was invited last minute spilled the beans to SK. Not so much a big surprise as it could have been but still a good dinner.
Then, did you see my boys win? I was worried and wasn't watching the first half, but as soon we got home and turned on the television, they miraculously started winning (thank you, God).
It took me about half an hour to change into my Flashdance gear, it was only a sweatshirt (hee hee) and some crazy curled hair. But boy, did I pull it off. (Hopefully, Bev will post the pictures)
Then some minor drama happened at the first party we crashed. And thank goodness for Bev and her friend's invitation because like I said, no drivers license means you cannot get into bars either.
Along with their group, which included me being reunited with an old crush, whom Bev is friends with--talk about small world/city because actually Bev is friends with several people I used to know and hung out with back in my SA days.
At the party there was way too much dancing (my thighs are killing me today), which was expected because I was Flashdance's Alex, hence a maniac on the dance floor. Got to get into character, you know?
At this house party all I could do was dance. I drank about 2 beers (that were yucky), mingled for a bit, but the real action of the party was on the dance floor.
If you could have seen the fraternity like mess and filth caused from the party, you too, wouldn't want to sit down anywhere. It was gross.
I think we have past the age of dressing up as devils and jail cell mates. We can get creative--we're adults, now. But the women at this party sure knew how to put the "sexy" in each costume; there was the sexy nurse, sexy angel, sexy cop, I don't know why I think I am one to talk especially since I was wearing only a sweatshirt and I was with a group of Playboy Bunnies?!?! But. We were tasteful.
and there were the not so sexy---get your ass out of my crush's face FBI girls. Not that I had claim on Bev's friend Bobbit. But it was very obvious (at least to me) that he was dancing with me, and only me. Uhm hmm. When I lived in San Antonio and worked at my favorite place, USAA, Bobbit was the guy in the cubicle that I had a major crush on. Major. We're talking blushing each time I glanced at him and snickering. One night at Champp's there was some major flirtation happening between the two of us---nothing happened. Still, even on Halloween nothing happened---just some serious dancing.
My friend, SK found some weatherman to neck with, which meant she was not ready to leave when it was (over) time to go. She gave me a key to her house (as if I knew where that was because I've been once and its in the boondocks compared to where we are) and told me to leave her. Leave her? HELLO! She brought me.
Then she said to me that I should just go with Bev and her friends.
Yeah, she dumped me. Did I mention I don't live here anymore? and she dumps her friend for some make-out session with a man. Are we sixteen?
Thank goodness for Bev and the most comfortable bed ever (thank you!!) or else I may have been forced to sleep in SK's car because there is no way, I'd let my head rest anywhere in that retired Frat house.
The night ended with a crazy drive through order at Las Palapas and the morning seemed to have brought with it gay men kissing straight men (but that's someone else's story to tell) and me eating Mexican food (when I said I didn't want any), I'm over it so I'll drop it.
Compromise?
All in all Halloween came and went. It's time to get back to work and stop acting like I don't have a job (hee hee)---as if it was a Holiday.
Now, how can we top it next year?*
*I already have a costume in mind.
Friday night, it took me 5 hours to get there for starters--not my usual Speedracer, three hours because remember I lost my drivers license. And let me tell you there are about three to five towns in between Dallas and San Antonio that I do not want to see their jails. Not any jail for that matter, but small town jails creep me out--you never know, I mean who would come get me? At least I know peeps in the larger towns and small town cops would love to get me--I'd probably fill their quota for the month.
Anywhoo, I arrive in SA (esse) town around 8pm and meet up with Belvis' boyfriend, for the first installation of our San Antonio Eating Tour. I'm an eater, he's an eater--most of the other eaters I know in SA like to hit Chili's for a nice meal, so we took advantage of our common thread: food. We went to Ajua's.
Nice. New. Yum.
Until the waitress (who made the best un-PC joke ever, so it won't be repeated here) didn't know how to use a credit card machine and charged me double, thus charging us three times as much for the meal.
That was a fun phone call , the next day. It is my money and when you mess up, I think I have the right to be upset...don't I?
Then it was on to Party City (the worst day ever to be there) and to see a friend and her two year old baby. At Big Lots. Talk about FUN...not. Screaming two year old, a discount store, and too many people at the Big Lots.
Ugh.
Since it had been some years, I decided to pop into my old job and say hello to my ex-manager at Pier 1 Imports. We had a lot of catching up to do, which involved staring at tons of pictures of her two sons: one, 2 years old, the other, 1 year old. Yeah, you read right.
Now that I'm writing this, you'd think I was all about the babies on Saturday--not so true..
Drumroll please to the highlight of Saturday: I finally met Bev aka Pecos Girl.
Who by the way, is way funnier and prettier in person. Not that her online pictures suck but maybe because we were in the flesh--I don't know. It was sad that she had to witness me on the phone getting all frustrated by SK--who we will get to later. Then we went to get cupcakes at The Cake Shop (so good and cheap, $1 per cupcake) and Mexican food at ChaCho's----oh Holy, did I (not) need that meal.
We went over our plans for the night and I went on my way to meet SK.
Now, for the real reason I was in San Antonio: SK's Surprise Birthday Dinner. The plan is long, tedious, and boring for you readers, we we'll skip that. But it was also ruined, a friend who was invited last minute spilled the beans to SK. Not so much a big surprise as it could have been but still a good dinner.
Then, did you see my boys win? I was worried and wasn't watching the first half, but as soon we got home and turned on the television, they miraculously started winning (thank you, God).
It took me about half an hour to change into my Flashdance gear, it was only a sweatshirt (hee hee) and some crazy curled hair. But boy, did I pull it off. (Hopefully, Bev will post the pictures)
Then some minor drama happened at the first party we crashed. And thank goodness for Bev and her friend's invitation because like I said, no drivers license means you cannot get into bars either.
Along with their group, which included me being reunited with an old crush, whom Bev is friends with--talk about small world/city because actually Bev is friends with several people I used to know and hung out with back in my SA days.
At the party there was way too much dancing (my thighs are killing me today), which was expected because I was Flashdance's Alex, hence a maniac on the dance floor. Got to get into character, you know?
At this house party all I could do was dance. I drank about 2 beers (that were yucky), mingled for a bit, but the real action of the party was on the dance floor.
If you could have seen the fraternity like mess and filth caused from the party, you too, wouldn't want to sit down anywhere. It was gross.
I think we have past the age of dressing up as devils and jail cell mates. We can get creative--we're adults, now. But the women at this party sure knew how to put the "sexy" in each costume; there was the sexy nurse, sexy angel, sexy cop, I don't know why I think I am one to talk especially since I was wearing only a sweatshirt and I was with a group of Playboy Bunnies?!?! But. We were tasteful.
and there were the not so sexy---get your ass out of my crush's face FBI girls. Not that I had claim on Bev's friend Bobbit. But it was very obvious (at least to me) that he was dancing with me, and only me. Uhm hmm. When I lived in San Antonio and worked at my favorite place, USAA, Bobbit was the guy in the cubicle that I had a major crush on. Major. We're talking blushing each time I glanced at him and snickering. One night at Champp's there was some major flirtation happening between the two of us---nothing happened. Still, even on Halloween nothing happened---just some serious dancing.
My friend, SK found some weatherman to neck with, which meant she was not ready to leave when it was (over) time to go. She gave me a key to her house (as if I knew where that was because I've been once and its in the boondocks compared to where we are) and told me to leave her. Leave her? HELLO! She brought me.
Then she said to me that I should just go with Bev and her friends.
Yeah, she dumped me. Did I mention I don't live here anymore? and she dumps her friend for some make-out session with a man. Are we sixteen?
Thank goodness for Bev and the most comfortable bed ever (thank you!!) or else I may have been forced to sleep in SK's car because there is no way, I'd let my head rest anywhere in that retired Frat house.
The night ended with a crazy drive through order at Las Palapas and the morning seemed to have brought with it gay men kissing straight men (but that's someone else's story to tell) and me eating Mexican food (when I said I didn't want any), I'm over it so I'll drop it.
Compromise?
All in all Halloween came and went. It's time to get back to work and stop acting like I don't have a job (hee hee)---as if it was a Holiday.
Now, how can we top it next year?*
*I already have a costume in mind.
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