Showing posts with label Baby daddies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Baby daddies. Show all posts
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Monday, November 8, 2010
And the title goes here...
Ohhhh how I'm looooving this weather! Is it beautiful where you are? Fall has fallen, and I am in low-humidity heaven. The past month has been a whirlwind of activity, involving visits from out-of-towners and dancing and football games and bumblebee stingers that just left me completely spent. Having fun with people you adore really takes it out of ya. Life is hard when you're having the time of your life, wouldn't you say? So this was the first weekend of nothing-to-do-ness that I have had in a quite awhile, and I had BIG plans for me and myself.
First, there was the doing nothing. Gracie helped me out with that on Friday night, which was greatly appreciated. It can be a big task to take on by yourself, but thankfully, my pupster was right by me, helping me carry that burden. I don't even remember Saturday morning. It was a blur of lazy and nap until about 1 or so. Doesn't that sound like the most fantastic day ever so far? I even had on my favorite sweatshirt!
We spent a couple of hours at the dog park that afternoon and made some really wonderful doggy/people friends. This gorgeous yellow lab showed up and her people brought her into the small dog park which had me all kinds of irritated and ready to offended because hello?! SMALL dog?! Well, the universe checked me right quick because this was the sweetest, most harmless giant dog I'd ever met. Gracie pranced her sassy self right into the middle of the park and bark bark barked her head off, desperately trying to get this lab's attention, and that polite girl did not even look Gracie's way. Gracie is terrified of any and all dogs so this act of bravery was new to me, but I suspect she was showing off for Ernest the Pomhuahua because really, wouldn't you do the same? By the end of our visit, Gracie and Lady the lab were BFF, bonded by their mutual fear of each other and everything else.
Something about lazy days at the dog park make me want to go to the grocery store to get food for dinner. Or maybe it's the whole not grocery shopping for like 2 weeks so there's nothing in the pantry except for a jar of salsa and a can of butter beans that makes me want to go to the store, I don't know. I was totally gross, of course, after spending hours in the wind and dirt and grass, hugging on dogs of different shapes and sizes and political backgrounds, and really, I just had no business being seen by the public eye. But man, Whole Foods has some reeeeally good egg salad that sounds perfect right about now. So I hopped in the car with the dirty, grassy workout clothes, and the eyebrows that hadn't been tended to in2 5 days because I was just going to run in and run out right? Right.
Ladies. Here is what I need you to help me understand: Where is it written in the laws of the cosmos, that when you are wearing a FLUORESCENT PURPLE scrunchy from when you were 15 AND rocking some5 7 day old eybrows, you are guaranteed to see the most beautiful man that has ever crossed your dirty dog park covered path? This dude could only be described as smokin' yo, and all I wanted to do was yell "WHY ARE YOU HERE TODAY OF ALL DAYS?!?!" Because you just know that when you are looking all kinds of "wow, my hair is so shiny today", and "oh my gosh, have you ever even seen a backside look so fantastic in a pair of jeans?" and "no, of course I don't smell like Ajax. Nothing but vanilla over here!", you will not see a single soul other than a 90 year old who can't see anyway, gay men, or your brother. I mean, this is just a fact right? Sigh.
Stupid egg salad.
First, there was the doing nothing. Gracie helped me out with that on Friday night, which was greatly appreciated. It can be a big task to take on by yourself, but thankfully, my pupster was right by me, helping me carry that burden. I don't even remember Saturday morning. It was a blur of lazy and nap until about 1 or so. Doesn't that sound like the most fantastic day ever so far? I even had on my favorite sweatshirt!
We spent a couple of hours at the dog park that afternoon and made some really wonderful doggy/people friends. This gorgeous yellow lab showed up and her people brought her into the small dog park which had me all kinds of irritated and ready to offended because hello?! SMALL dog?! Well, the universe checked me right quick because this was the sweetest, most harmless giant dog I'd ever met. Gracie pranced her sassy self right into the middle of the park and bark bark barked her head off, desperately trying to get this lab's attention, and that polite girl did not even look Gracie's way. Gracie is terrified of any and all dogs so this act of bravery was new to me, but I suspect she was showing off for Ernest the Pomhuahua because really, wouldn't you do the same? By the end of our visit, Gracie and Lady the lab were BFF, bonded by their mutual fear of each other and everything else.
Something about lazy days at the dog park make me want to go to the grocery store to get food for dinner. Or maybe it's the whole not grocery shopping for like 2 weeks so there's nothing in the pantry except for a jar of salsa and a can of butter beans that makes me want to go to the store, I don't know. I was totally gross, of course, after spending hours in the wind and dirt and grass, hugging on dogs of different shapes and sizes and political backgrounds, and really, I just had no business being seen by the public eye. But man, Whole Foods has some reeeeally good egg salad that sounds perfect right about now. So I hopped in the car with the dirty, grassy workout clothes, and the eyebrows that hadn't been tended to in
Ladies. Here is what I need you to help me understand: Where is it written in the laws of the cosmos, that when you are wearing a FLUORESCENT PURPLE scrunchy from when you were 15 AND rocking some
Stupid egg salad.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
500 Days of HOT....
Alright, movie star sighting. Here we go...
(Before I begin, I would like to say that I am aware that it has been like 100 years since I first mentioned this, meaning it has pretty much lost all it's glitz and glamour and mystery and all that, so I have already prepared myself for your disappointment. The end.)
So, last week, I met up with 3 of my cousins for a girls' night of Mexican and Margaritas at my all-time fave Mexican restaurant downtown. For reals, they have the BEST fish tacos you could ever even imagine eating.
Fact: Cousin Val was seriously debating whether to get the Special of the Day - Flautas or go on my recommendation and get the fish tacos. She decided on the flautas because "they're special for a reason." Once the fish tacos showed up, I gave her a bite of them, and her eyes got huge and she said "Don't you hate that moment when you realize you ordered the wrong thing!" Mmm hmm, sure do. Those poor flautas were special no more. Moral: Respect the fish taco.
We're waiting for our table buzzer thing to go off, and all of a sudden, Cousins Chelsea and Austin start whispering frantically and looking towards the door. I tried to turn around to see what was so whisper worthy, and they both shriek/whisper "NO, DON'T LOOK!" You know, because we're in high school and stuff. Then Chelsea says "You know that guy from 500 Days of Summer? He just walked in." Then I said "SHUT UP OMG I LOVE HIM HE IS SO CUTE OMG YOU ARE LYING THAT WAS LIKE THE BEST MOVIE EVER ARE YOU SERIOUS CAN I TURN AROUND NOW OMG."
Do you know who I'm talking about? Joseph Gordon-Levitt! I've seen a bunch of his past stuff and sure, he's cute and all, but man, 500 Days of Summer? He was so stinking cute in that movie that it effectively created a mega crush causing me to regress at least 15 years at the sight of him. And I will tell you this: homeboy is even better looking in person. (Also, how stinking cute was Zooey Deschanel in that movie? Don't you just want to be BFF with her?)
So yeah, I turne around and there he was with two other dudes talking to the hostess. Here, I took the liberty of creating an artistic re-enactment to better help you grasp what was happening. But really, I just wanted to cut and paste some things.
(Before I begin, I would like to say that I am aware that it has been like 100 years since I first mentioned this, meaning it has pretty much lost all it's glitz and glamour and mystery and all that, so I have already prepared myself for your disappointment. The end.)
So, last week, I met up with 3 of my cousins for a girls' night of Mexican and Margaritas at my all-time fave Mexican restaurant downtown. For reals, they have the BEST fish tacos you could ever even imagine eating.
Fact: Cousin Val was seriously debating whether to get the Special of the Day - Flautas or go on my recommendation and get the fish tacos. She decided on the flautas because "they're special for a reason." Once the fish tacos showed up, I gave her a bite of them, and her eyes got huge and she said "Don't you hate that moment when you realize you ordered the wrong thing!" Mmm hmm, sure do. Those poor flautas were special no more. Moral: Respect the fish taco.
We're waiting for our table buzzer thing to go off, and all of a sudden, Cousins Chelsea and Austin start whispering frantically and looking towards the door. I tried to turn around to see what was so whisper worthy, and they both shriek/whisper "NO, DON'T LOOK!" You know, because we're in high school and stuff. Then Chelsea says "You know that guy from 500 Days of Summer? He just walked in." Then I said "SHUT UP OMG I LOVE HIM HE IS SO CUTE OMG YOU ARE LYING THAT WAS LIKE THE BEST MOVIE EVER ARE YOU SERIOUS CAN I TURN AROUND NOW OMG."
Do you know who I'm talking about? Joseph Gordon-Levitt! I've seen a bunch of his past stuff and sure, he's cute and all, but man, 500 Days of Summer? He was so stinking cute in that movie that it effectively created a mega crush causing me to regress at least 15 years at the sight of him. And I will tell you this: homeboy is even better looking in person. (Also, how stinking cute was Zooey Deschanel in that movie? Don't you just want to be BFF with her?)
So yeah, I turne around and there he was with two other dudes talking to the hostess. Here, I took the liberty of creating an artistic re-enactment to better help you grasp what was happening. But really, I just wanted to cut and paste some things.
Look how close he was to us! I mean, we're practically holding hands! I guess the table wait was too long for them because they went right back outside. Which coincidentally I had to do also to "take a call" on my cellphone. (What did we do before cellphones really? How did people successfully follow famous people without a cell phone to pretend talk on?)
He and the two dudes with him were standing not far off (discussing topics such as how hot that girl on the cell phone is), and I realized he is kind of standing right in front of my car! Right when I'm working out The Plan in my head about how I have to go get something out of my car or whatever and I will just casually be like "oh hey, I loved your last movie" and then he was going to be like "wow you're hair looks really amazing short like that, can I get your number, and do you have a dress to wear to the Oscars", Aussie came out to tell me our table was ready. Darn it all to heck! So because I am a good friend and didn't want to keep these girls waiting any longer for dinner than they already had plus I have a raging case of Chickenitis, I aborted The Plan and went in for fish tacos.
(Which were WAY better than those flautas.)
Friday, February 26, 2010
Getting better....
I just got the word that Grandma is doing better. She did have a minor stroke but is now back to being awake and alert, so thank you Lord for that. My dad said that she should be released in a couple of days so she can get back to home to her babies (the kitty cats). Whew!
I have some other stuff to tell you guys, like how I accidentally ate a bad potato (what is UP with potatoes these days, man?) and something else that I can't exactly remember at the time being but will inevitably pop back into my head while I'm driving and nowhere near a computer (it totally happens to you too right?). But it'll have to wait a bit, because I can't talk right now because I have to finish packing up this destruction of a room I'm in. Why am I packing? Because I'm moving tomorrow. Did I not tell you that? Wow, okay yeah, we definitely have some stuff to talk about. For now, I'm going to go down a handful of ibuprofen (cuz this headache is RAGING yo) and then it's pack city. But we'll talk later. Promise.
Jenny out.
***OH WAIT!!!! I remember what the other thing was! But I'm not telling you now because I am all about anticipation and suspense and DRAMA! Do you want a hint though? I'll give you a hint. It's about a movie star. And that I saw him. Up close and personal. From about 15 feet away. Chew on THAT for a bit why don't ya? (Also, it wasn't Brad Pitt so you can calm down. Nor was it Clooney so we can just ahead and make our peace with that disappointment now.) Ugh, ok, my head is pissed. Gotta got get that ibuprofen now. Later.***
EDIT: I am fully aware that Brad Pitt is looking especially goat-like these days, and honestly he's never really rocked my world anyway, even in the Thelma & Louise days, but it was the first name that popped in my head. I just though we should clear that up. Thank you for your time.
I have some other stuff to tell you guys, like how I accidentally ate a bad potato (what is UP with potatoes these days, man?) and something else that I can't exactly remember at the time being but will inevitably pop back into my head while I'm driving and nowhere near a computer (it totally happens to you too right?). But it'll have to wait a bit, because I can't talk right now because I have to finish packing up this destruction of a room I'm in. Why am I packing? Because I'm moving tomorrow. Did I not tell you that? Wow, okay yeah, we definitely have some stuff to talk about. For now, I'm going to go down a handful of ibuprofen (cuz this headache is RAGING yo) and then it's pack city. But we'll talk later. Promise.
Jenny out.
***OH WAIT!!!! I remember what the other thing was! But I'm not telling you now because I am all about anticipation and suspense and DRAMA! Do you want a hint though? I'll give you a hint. It's about a movie star. And that I saw him. Up close and personal. From about 15 feet away. Chew on THAT for a bit why don't ya? (Also, it wasn't Brad Pitt so you can calm down. Nor was it Clooney so we can just ahead and make our peace with that disappointment now.) Ugh, ok, my head is pissed. Gotta got get that ibuprofen now. Later.***
EDIT: I am fully aware that Brad Pitt is looking especially goat-like these days, and honestly he's never really rocked my world anyway, even in the Thelma & Louise days, but it was the first name that popped in my head. I just though we should clear that up. Thank you for your time.
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