Friday, April 06, 2007
Wooooooooooooooooooo - hoooooooooooo!!!!!
Jesse and Bethany and I leave here in a few hours for McIlhenney CousinFest '07 in Las Vegas. Our itinerary is as follows.
Tonight - A group date with the sexy and mysterious twins, Mischief and Trouble.
Tomorrow - World Domination ThinkTank
Tomorrow night - Strategic withdrawal to our home bases (in time for J and B to teach Sunday School on Easter morning. We've got double lives to keep up here.)
And of course during break times, there are hookers and blow. But no gambling. That's just stupid. Hee.
Jesse and Bethany and I leave here in a few hours for McIlhenney CousinFest '07 in Las Vegas. Our itinerary is as follows.
Tonight - A group date with the sexy and mysterious twins, Mischief and Trouble.
Tomorrow - World Domination ThinkTank
Tomorrow night - Strategic withdrawal to our home bases (in time for J and B to teach Sunday School on Easter morning. We've got double lives to keep up here.)
And of course during break times, there are hookers and blow. But no gambling. That's just stupid. Hee.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Whatcha all doing on June 20th?
I've declared it the official Meet Other Bloggers Day.
I've declared it the official Meet Other Bloggers Day.
Labels: 'Rezzie, holidays, I love my blog, Ikey, the internet is my home
Friday, March 16, 2007
Due to a unscrupulous Tupperware lid, or a little man in green, a sizable portion of the green jello I brought for today's picnic sloshed onto the back seat of my car.
I should have followed Colsy's suggestion and carried it in a cauldron.
I think it was those mischievous leprechauns.
On the upside, my car now smells very sugary. Like Lucky Charms.
I should have followed Colsy's suggestion and carried it in a cauldron.
I think it was those mischievous leprechauns.
On the upside, my car now smells very sugary. Like Lucky Charms.
Labels: food, holidays, oops, St. Patrick's Day, work
...... and I thought long and hard and longingly and lovingly of Irish Coffee. But I wanted something special this morning, you know, not just the everyday routine.
So instead I ordered a corned beef sandwich. The lovely deli man made me repeat my order a couple of times. He's used to my strange whims, and he's whipped up some pretty great omelets to my exact specifications, but this seemed to be pushing it in his mind.
"Corned beef sandwich. You want a hot corned beef sandwich. For breakfast. Do you know what corned beef IS?"
"Good point. Better bring some whiskey along too then."
" ..................... Ok."
"I'm kidding. About the whiskey."
"Are you sure?"
So instead I ordered a corned beef sandwich. The lovely deli man made me repeat my order a couple of times. He's used to my strange whims, and he's whipped up some pretty great omelets to my exact specifications, but this seemed to be pushing it in his mind.
"Corned beef sandwich. You want a hot corned beef sandwich. For breakfast. Do you know what corned beef IS?"
"Good point. Better bring some whiskey along too then."
" ..................... Ok."
"I'm kidding. About the whiskey."
"Are you sure?"
Labels: deli, food, holidays, St. Patrick's Day, work
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Lets just say that Nick is more fun than clowns on ecstasy.
Ok, fine, I really just wanted an excuse to post that picture.
GAWD, I just love it.
Ok, fine, I really just wanted an excuse to post that picture.
GAWD, I just love it.
Labels: holidays, My Nick, pictures, Valentines Day
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tonight, I will go home, pour myself a glass of wine, kiss the most wonderful man in the world, have a candlelit carpet picnic, watch the season finale of Beauty and the Geek and reflect on my unbelievable good luck.
May you all feel so lucky in your life as I do in mine.
Labels: booze, celebrities, guilty pleasures, holidays, home, the internet is my home, TV, Valentines Day
(in the voice of Angelia Jolie in the movie Playing by Heart [which ROCKS by the way, so if you're looking for a romantic movie to watch with your lova' tonight, I recommend it])
"I was like, prepared."
I had all my valentines made. Including about twenty for Nick, which probably just discovered when he opened his work bag at this desk this morning, hee hee.
But for work, I had over forty made and ready to go. Star Wars ones for the engineers, puppies and kittens for everyone else. (Actually that wasn't on purpose, I just ran out of puppies and kittens by the time I got to the engineering part of my list.)
There were all neatly stacked in a tin, next to my purse, ready to come and spread the love.
And yet somehow, I forgot them.
My Other Other Other Homie in Marketing to the rescue. Or whoever it was that ordered this catalog for him to the rescue. I'm not convinced MOOOHiM ordered it himself, he did look genuinely surprised when I dropped it on his desk.
So. With the help of crayons, glitter, markers, glue and the pretty men of "Under Gear," I will make new valentines.
See? We don't need fancy gifts.
Valentines Day is saved!
"I was like, prepared."
I had all my valentines made. Including about twenty for Nick, which probably just discovered when he opened his work bag at this desk this morning, hee hee.
But for work, I had over forty made and ready to go. Star Wars ones for the engineers, puppies and kittens for everyone else. (Actually that wasn't on purpose, I just ran out of puppies and kittens by the time I got to the engineering part of my list.)
There were all neatly stacked in a tin, next to my purse, ready to come and spread the love.
And yet somehow, I forgot them.
My Other Other Other Homie in Marketing to the rescue. Or whoever it was that ordered this catalog for him to the rescue. I'm not convinced MOOOHiM ordered it himself, he did look genuinely surprised when I dropped it on his desk.
So. With the help of crayons, glitter, markers, glue and the pretty men of "Under Gear," I will make new valentines.
See? We don't need fancy gifts.
Valentines Day is saved!
Labels: glitter, holidays, MHiM, MOOOHiM, shiny things, Valentines Day
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
So I'm browsing through the local PennySaver (think craigslist meets newsprint) and the section of Valentines Day greetings had me laughing out loud. Here's my favorite.
"MY HEART BEATS FASTER
When you're around, equalling
sweaty hands."
And there is some great inspiration for finding a pet name for your loved one. Here are some of my faves, all of which I would expect to be broken up with for using.
"Your Miss Thang"
"Mitter Sitter"
"Magnet BFF"
"Bumpkin"
"Baby Dew"
"Iggy"
"Bandit"
"MY HEART BEATS FASTER
When you're around, equalling
sweaty hands."
And there is some great inspiration for finding a pet name for your loved one. Here are some of my faves, all of which I would expect to be broken up with for using.
"Your Miss Thang"
"Mitter Sitter"
"Magnet BFF"
"Bumpkin"
"Baby Dew"
"Iggy"
"Bandit"
Labels: ew, holidays, love letters, names
Thursday, February 08, 2007
'Rez and I spent most of yesterday afternoon making Valentines Day cards. Here are some of the best that I made for Nick, with a printer, crayons, glitter and glue. All of which I had at my desk. Of course.
(inside)
The coroner had a hard time explaining to the parents of the newlyweds exactly what erotic asphyxiation was.
(on the front)
Stars in their eyes....
(inside)
.... crap in their pants.
(on the front)
"Soooo..."
"Yeah, good job with the stain."
(inside)
"If they found out we had sex here, we'd lose this housesitting job for sure."
(inside)
She's part girl,
She's part boy,
She's got parts
everyone can enjoy.
(inside)
May you always be around to reach the top shelf, which I can't.*
(on the front)
"Fine. I can admit it."
(inside)
"Jalepeno personal lubricant was NOT a good idea. I get that now. It'll never happen again."
"Damn straight."
*stolen from 'Rezzie.
** Warning, these are not so much for the kiddies **
(inside)The coroner had a hard time explaining to the parents of the newlyweds exactly what erotic asphyxiation was.
(on the front)Stars in their eyes....
(inside)
.... crap in their pants.
(on the front)"Soooo..."
"Yeah, good job with the stain."
(inside)
"If they found out we had sex here, we'd lose this housesitting job for sure."
(inside)She's part girl,
She's part boy,
She's got parts
everyone can enjoy.
(inside)May you always be around to reach the top shelf, which I can't.*
(on the front)"Fine. I can admit it."
(inside)
"Jalepeno personal lubricant was NOT a good idea. I get that now. It'll never happen again."
"Damn straight."
*stolen from 'Rezzie.
Labels: holidays, love letters, My Nick, Valentines Day
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Friday, December 29, 2006
Ok, so we planned this trip before we realized it would also be the weekend we'd be moving.
And instead of looking forward to it, it became this logistical nightmare.
No, we couldn't move earlier or later.
Nick said there was no way we should both be sitting at home while the trip (partly already paid for) went on without us, and since it's my tradition with my brother, I should go. I said I wouldn't feel right about partying in Mexico while he's at home schlepping what is mostly my stuff anyway.
So I'm going by myself, and coming back tomorrow night.
(And another trip with all of us is in the works, 'cause if anybody should have a vacation to Mexico, it's my Knickers.)
Anyway, this morning was the first time since we found out that we're moving that I've been able to think of this as anything but a logistical nightmare.
I'm going to Mexico, baby!
I can taste the street tacos already!
(Sidenote - Oddly enough, "street tacos" is not a euphemism for anything. It actually means a taco purchased from a street vendor. Huh. Odd. Seems like it should mean something else.)
Tonight, I will be sitting in a hot tub with a swim-up bar and a view of the Pacific Ocean. Tomorrow, I will be bartering for churros, silver bracelets and possibly a small burro.
Ahhhhh. Life as it should be.
I leave you with this song.
It's about the new year, three wishes, and good times arriving.
And it's my wish for you.
And instead of looking forward to it, it became this logistical nightmare.
No, we couldn't move earlier or later.
Nick said there was no way we should both be sitting at home while the trip (partly already paid for) went on without us, and since it's my tradition with my brother, I should go. I said I wouldn't feel right about partying in Mexico while he's at home schlepping what is mostly my stuff anyway.
So I'm going by myself, and coming back tomorrow night.
(And another trip with all of us is in the works, 'cause if anybody should have a vacation to Mexico, it's my Knickers.)
Anyway, this morning was the first time since we found out that we're moving that I've been able to think of this as anything but a logistical nightmare.
I'm going to Mexico, baby!
I can taste the street tacos already!
(Sidenote - Oddly enough, "street tacos" is not a euphemism for anything. It actually means a taco purchased from a street vendor. Huh. Odd. Seems like it should mean something else.)
Tonight, I will be sitting in a hot tub with a swim-up bar and a view of the Pacific Ocean. Tomorrow, I will be bartering for churros, silver bracelets and possibly a small burro.
Ahhhhh. Life as it should be.
I leave you with this song.
It's about the new year, three wishes, and good times arriving.
And it's my wish for you.
Labels: holidays, I hate moving, My Nick, trip, viva Mexico
Last year I posted a long list of resolutions.
Damn good ones, and I did a damn good job of keeping them.
So, as my reward, I have no resolutions this year.
Not that there is no longer any room for improvement (ha! hardly) but would you want to live in a house that was in a constant state of remodel? I think not.
This year, it's not about how I can make myself better in 2007, it's how 2007 can be better to ME.
2007 is my bitch, yo.
And here's what I want from 2007.
*shrugs*
I can accept that.
Damn good ones, and I did a damn good job of keeping them.
So, as my reward, I have no resolutions this year.
Not that there is no longer any room for improvement (ha! hardly) but would you want to live in a house that was in a constant state of remodel? I think not.
This year, it's not about how I can make myself better in 2007, it's how 2007 can be better to ME.
2007 is my bitch, yo.
And here's what I want from 2007.
- Flowers
- Vacations
- All debt paid off
- Dancing
*shrugs*
I can accept that.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
I set my sewing bag, the one with the stuff to make Nick's present (flannel pjs and a robe) on the external hard drive thingy of his computer.
Well, Nick says I might have set it next to it, and it might have been him that actually set it ON the hard drive. But he's just saying that to make me feel better.
It's my fault, I'm sure.
His hard drive is dead.
Moment of silence, please.
*bows head*
So Nick was making me some mix cds, because Nick has extraordinary taste in music (and girlfriends), but all the music is gone now.
It's a wonder he still loves me.
I suck.
Well, Nick says I might have set it next to it, and it might have been him that actually set it ON the hard drive. But he's just saying that to make me feel better.
It's my fault, I'm sure.
His hard drive is dead.
Moment of silence, please.
*bows head*
So Nick was making me some mix cds, because Nick has extraordinary taste in music (and girlfriends), but all the music is gone now.
It's a wonder he still loves me.
I suck.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Following yonder star, up on the hill, Nick, Luca and I set out to see the Christmas lights on Christmas Eve.
Funny how the addition of Christmas lights makes all the other normal lights seem even more festive. The lights on the airstrip next to our place, they reminded me of when I was a kid and I visited my Gramie's house a week after a fire had ripped through the area, and the flowers were starting to grow back in, bright colors against the coal black of the ground. The Christmas lights on the long, low ranch houses on the hill, from a distance looked like tiaras on the draped black velvet of a jewelers case. As you might be able to guess from the above description, there might have been a wee bit 'o schnapps in my cider mug.
It was a bit of a hike, but we loved every minute. Luca made a bajillion new friends. Luca is so used to everyone wanting to pet him, that he doesn't wait for them to ask, he just greets everyone who passes. We even met the Grinch!
By the time we got home (with a half dozen pine cones that Luca picked up) we were all very ready to fall into bed and wait for Santa to come.
Funny how the addition of Christmas lights makes all the other normal lights seem even more festive. The lights on the airstrip next to our place, they reminded me of when I was a kid and I visited my Gramie's house a week after a fire had ripped through the area, and the flowers were starting to grow back in, bright colors against the coal black of the ground. The Christmas lights on the long, low ranch houses on the hill, from a distance looked like tiaras on the draped black velvet of a jewelers case. As you might be able to guess from the above description, there might have been a wee bit 'o schnapps in my cider mug.It was a bit of a hike, but we loved every minute. Luca made a bajillion new friends. Luca is so used to everyone wanting to pet him, that he doesn't wait for them to ask, he just greets everyone who passes. We even met the Grinch!
By the time we got home (with a half dozen pine cones that Luca picked up) we were all very ready to fall into bed and wait for Santa to come.
Friday, December 22, 2006
..... as you do any of the following.
My connection will be spotty the next couple of days, and just in case we don't talk, I wanted to tell you all how much you mean to me, and that I hope the holidays find you blissed out on sugar, in comfy socks, and that maybe, for one day, all will be right with the world.
- Take a walk to see the christmas lights
- Stretch, like reallyreally long, and wiggle your toes
- Roast anything over an open flame
- Toast anything with eggnog
- Put on a Santa hat
- Sit upside down on the couch
- Get crafty
- Take a nap
My connection will be spotty the next couple of days, and just in case we don't talk, I wanted to tell you all how much you mean to me, and that I hope the holidays find you blissed out on sugar, in comfy socks, and that maybe, for one day, all will be right with the world.
Labels: Christmas, holidays, the internet is my home
Jonny told me that 26 is the year you gain sophistication, but I think sophistication is like big feet. If you're gonna grow into it, there is generally some sign of it from the beginning.
So I doubt it, unless by 'sophistication' he means really good at coloring. I hope so, since I can actually see that happen.
The other night Nick and I were watching tv and suddenly it hit me.
"Holy fuck."
"What?"
"I'm gonna be 26."
"Yeah. This is news?"
"No, I knew that, but it just occurred to me that I'll be in the second half of my twenties."
"Yeah. Your math is correct."
"I just hadn't added it up quite like that yet."
So ........... when do I start to feel like a grown-up? I mean, I get little bits of it, when I think about my 401k, or how often I'm the designated driver, or when my houseplants don't die. But mostly I think about myspace layouts and road trips and my cute boyfriend and ohmygod, you know what 'Rezzie said on her blog today?
The funny thing is that I can picture myself at 50, 60, 70, 101 years old.
But I have no picture in my head of myself at thirty.
It's like when I was a little girl, I could picture myself looking older, but never taller, so in my imagination I was this midget grownup. Come to think of it, I wasn't that far off.
So here I am at 26 and I have vision of being a really fun old lady, with a few mysterious scars and stories that people would doubt the validity of if anyone but me told them.
But the road between me and that version of myself is a blank.
I have no idea how to get there from here. It's like driving into a fog.
Maybe I'll be like a friend of Bunny's. This friend was in her 90's and full of energy and life.
She told everyone, "You're only as old as you feel."
Then one day she called a friend at the front desk of the senior center where she volunteered. "I feel old today," she said.
Instantly concerned the friend asked, "Are you alright? Did you fall? Are you sick?"
She still sounded very upbeat as she replied with resignation in her voice,"No, nothing like that. It's just that my son turned 70 years old today. And nobody with a son in their seventies is young, I don't care how you look at it."
So maybe it'll come to me in a moment, something will happen and all of a sudden, I'll feel like a big girl now. Or maybe it'll creep up on me, and I'll only see it in hindsight.
Maybe that's what this year will bring.
So I doubt it, unless by 'sophistication' he means really good at coloring. I hope so, since I can actually see that happen.
The other night Nick and I were watching tv and suddenly it hit me."Holy fuck."
"What?"
"I'm gonna be 26."
"Yeah. This is news?"
"No, I knew that, but it just occurred to me that I'll be in the second half of my twenties."
"Yeah. Your math is correct."
"I just hadn't added it up quite like that yet."
So ........... when do I start to feel like a grown-up? I mean, I get little bits of it, when I think about my 401k, or how often I'm the designated driver, or when my houseplants don't die. But mostly I think about myspace layouts and road trips and my cute boyfriend and ohmygod, you know what 'Rezzie said on her blog today?
The funny thing is that I can picture myself at 50, 60, 70, 101 years old.
But I have no picture in my head of myself at thirty.
It's like when I was a little girl, I could picture myself looking older, but never taller, so in my imagination I was this midget grownup. Come to think of it, I wasn't that far off.
So here I am at 26 and I have vision of being a really fun old lady, with a few mysterious scars and stories that people would doubt the validity of if anyone but me told them.
But the road between me and that version of myself is a blank.
I have no idea how to get there from here. It's like driving into a fog.
Maybe I'll be like a friend of Bunny's. This friend was in her 90's and full of energy and life.
She told everyone, "You're only as old as you feel."
Then one day she called a friend at the front desk of the senior center where she volunteered. "I feel old today," she said.
Instantly concerned the friend asked, "Are you alright? Did you fall? Are you sick?"
She still sounded very upbeat as she replied with resignation in her voice,"No, nothing like that. It's just that my son turned 70 years old today. And nobody with a son in their seventies is young, I don't care how you look at it."
So maybe it'll come to me in a moment, something will happen and all of a sudden, I'll feel like a big girl now. Or maybe it'll creep up on me, and I'll only see it in hindsight.
Maybe that's what this year will bring.