Monday, January 31, 2011
Bill does Cee Lo Green's F*** You
That about sums it up. It was an absolutely gorgeous 77 degrees on Saturday. I soaked up all the sunshine I could manage. Unfortunately, Mother Nature is intent on being a big ol' tease and we're gonna have highs in the 20s and 30s later this week. That sucks. I'm so ready for spring. Also, THE MONTH OF MEL is just around the corner. I'm planning a new tattoo to celebrate...
Hope ya'll had a great weekend!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Happy Birthday to my baby boy...who is no longer a baby at 13 years old.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Birdrunner and I will be doing our
IT IS THE SUN AND
(hey you! yes you...I see you trying to take a peek up my dress...
Oh my. I'm feeling slightly manic. I think I'm overdosing on rays of sun. Is that possible? Or do I just need to cut back on the caffiene? I suppose I should eat something, that might help.
I think I just need to jump on the trampoline a little longer...
Can you tell I'm so over this damn winter and ready for summer? I need to get my Bain de Soileil (for the San Tropez tan) on! (Hey, at least I use the kind with sunscreen now. Back in the day *ahem* the 80s it was baby oil with iodine. I was a daring little thing, huh?)
Hope you guys have a great weekend. My youngest turns 13 on Sunday. No, I'm not choked up by that at all...
Thursday, January 27, 2011
But today, I woke to one of my favorite Slipknot songs. And here's the video. It's super creepy and awesome. The song itself is haunting
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Okay Internetz, I can admit to you, and ONLY you, that I might have been slightly hungover on Sunday morning after the baby shower/house party throw down. We pretty much partied like it was our job. So when we woke the next morning we knew we needed some fantastic hangover food.
And nobody wanted Taco Bell. (well, except for me. Burrito Supreme with extra sour cream, nachos with extra cheese and a ginormous Mountain Dew was my college hangover cure)
We had discussed chicken and waffles the day before at brunch so we decided that was the place to be.
And it was. We got there when it opened at 11:00 and had no problems getting a table. 20 minutes later, people were lined up in the cold waiting for their turn.
When they brought me my platter of goodness, I understood why people were waiting...
Oh. Em. Gee. It was delish. And yes, it was the perfect hangover cure. (Though I wish I had ordered some bacon, too. haha)
The only thing I would have changed was the "fresh buttery taste" spread they served with the waffles. It seriously said 48% vegetable oil; 4% sweet butter cream. Hmmmm. Not sure I'm okay with that. Thankfully the waffle was so damn good it didn't need butter. Just a touch of syrup and I was good to go.
So if you ever get a chance to go to Chicken & Waffles...I highly recommend it.
And now for your chicken and waffle history lesson:
According to Gladys' and Ron's website Chicken and Waffles was born in Harlem, New York in the 1930's. Wells Supper Club served many celebrities as they hung out in the late night hours. Many of them could not decide if they wanted breakfast or dinner-Wells gave them both!
Now you know...(and knowing is half the battle.)
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Seriously? I mean, I get it. Dudes need to check themselves before they wreck themselves but come on...this is the worst Valentine's Day gift idea/campaign ever.
So, El Jefe, just in case I wasn't clear... This is a definite NO on your list of ideas for V-day.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Back to regular blogging tomorrow.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
You made me happy, WHEN YOU WERE AROUND!
OMG. I'm so damn ready for some sun! How do people live in areas where they have no sunlight at all for extended periods of time? I'm going out-of-my-mind crazy! I just wanna crawl under the covers and stay there. It's not right and I don't like it one bit.
This is my least favorite time of year. I abhor January and most of February. It's mostly gray and cold and there's lots of fog and discontent. (Or did I just describe myself?) All I can think about lately is warm weather, trips to the lake or the pool, walking by the river and getting burned by the sun not by the wind, and just being generally content.
This is why I'm a warm weather girl. This is why I belong in a state like Florida. I belong where there is water and warmth almost all the time. I belong on a beach. I am THAT girl and I'm totally good with that.
We're headed to Atlanta for a baby shower this weekend and I checked the forecast so I could pack properly and what do I discover? Lows in the low 20s, highs only around 40. Dammit. So I'm gonna be doing a lot of mental vacationing while I'm gone...and this is where I'll be:
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
I've added some toning exercises to my daily workouts. Here let me show you my latest workout for my booty.
This is one of my favorite workout outfits. Don't let the garter belt fool you, it's surprisingly comfortable! And my booty is looking better everyday.
Yesterday's happy-fun-time walk consisted of 4 miles in under an hour. Not bad for this ol' gal who hasn't been anywhere near a walk in almost a month. My stroll tends to be a 15 minute mile, so anything under that I'm happy with. I'm hoping for the half marathon I can finish under 3.5 hours, but I'll be happy with finishing. This is my first rodeo and I'm not fooling or pushing myself. I just wanna finish and then next year, maybe finish with a better time.
Last night, I almost ruined the effects of my happy-fun-time walk with a
In other news, I'm also pretty sure the Mac and Cheese is responsible for making me dream about sock monkeys all night. It was a little weird in dreamville, let me tell you... Kinda Sock Monkeys meet Willie Wonka meet Danny Elfman...
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Guess what? The sock monkey hat really compliments the boots. SASSY!
I've been in a bit of a funk lately, trying to figure my way out of it and not sure how to do it (except for shoe shopping...but then that sends my bank account into a funk.) I mean, I do the smiling, laughing, faking my way through the day crap and mostly I feel good but still the funk just hovers like a gray cloud. Not really a storm cloud, but it certainly isn't full of sunshine and unicorns either.
And I realized last night that some of this is holiday hangover. It took a lot out of me this year. I had daydreamed all year long that somehow, some way this holiday season would be better than my last five or so, and even though it was in a lot of ways, it still wasn't what I needed. (which is all my fault because I didn't make it what I needed. I just allowed myself to survive. And frankly, that's probably where some of this comes from. I don't do well with just existing. I like to be an active participant...) So I'm still kinda recovering from that funktastic feeling.
Also, I haven't exercised in 3 weeks, and trust me, that has a lot to do with my trip to Funky Town.
That's changing today. I'm meeting Birdrunner at lunch and we're gonna do the death march today. Which means I'll be exhausted tonight, but that's cool. I've gotta get back to walking an hour + a day...especially since I have a half marathon to do in a few weeks. And if we're gonna have Team Melf gear, then Melf herself had better not be shaming the team!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Do you wanna know how happy I was when I arrived at El Jefe's house Friday night to find this little happy waiting for me?El Jefe wins bonus points and a cookie! Oh yes. I love my sock monkey hat. I will wear it and you will love me in it.
And you know what else happened that's related to sock monkeys? Nemo (my 16 year old) gave me this sock monkey last night when I returned home. Yes, it was a sock monkey weekend all around!
The men in my life did all right by me this weekend. Yay!
Did y'all have a good weekend? I have stuff to catch up on, so fill me in!
Friday, January 14, 2011
I have to tell you, I'm not sure I want to be anything else, so if I had woken up yesterday to hear that I was now an Aquarius or an Aries or some brand new unpronouncable sign, I would probably have been upset. But since I'm still a Pisces, I'm all good. Also, CNN reports your Zodiak has not changed and why. If CNN says so you know it's true because they are "The worldwide leader in news." And a new Zodiak sign is big news, yo.
Yesterday was one of those days I would have happily erased from the calendar if I had a magic day eraser. It was absolutely, positively craptastic. But the good news is, I have some amazing friends and they really know how to make me feel better, no matter what's going on. I am a lucky girl, no matter how unlucky I feel sometimes.
My horoscope says this is gonna be a banner month for me when it comes to love and money. I'll raise my glass to that...
I am definitely wrong in all the right ways. Have a great weekend y'all!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
But the funny thing about our relationship is the one thing that mom recognizes in me as a core part of ME is the one thing she wishes she could change. And seriously, if I haven't changed by now, I ain't gonna.
These past few days I've depended on her a lot more than usual because I've been helplessly stranded while my car is being worked on. (Thank you, Earl the Mechanic, for the good deeds you are bestowing upon my BlueBelle.) I won't have BlueBelle back until Thursday, so Mom has volunteered to be my chauffeur. The first couple of days we were stranded by snow. (Actually, I could have gone to work on Tuesday, but Mom wouldn't give me permission. <--not kidding.)
Enter Wednesday morning.
I open the door to the car.
Mom: THAT'S what you're wearing today?
Due to the snow, it takes Mom a little longer to drive me to work than usual. Part of this is because she slams on her brakes at various times. And part of it is because she'd rather bitch about the way the other drivers drive instead of actually driving her car. Now because we have an extended time together and there is no way for me to escape (aside from throwing myself out of the car and off the overpass...which I did consider momentarily) Mom uses this time to offer me more advice on my appearance.
Mom: We really need to talk about your hair.
Now don't get me wrong, I love my momma with all my heart. These exchanges serve purely as entertainment. But sometimes, just one turn of phrase or comment in the right tone of voice can make me feel like I'm 12 years old again. How does she do that?
The good news is, I've completely reworked my entire wardrobe and am now sporting velour jogging suits, sweaters with puppies, kittens, and rainbows on them, pleated khakis, and SAS Shoes. Thanks Mom!
Okay, so most of you are adults (at least in age)...does your mom still do this to you?
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
I was on vacation this year, and I didn't get to do a Day the 1st posting...so I thought I'd rectify that somewhat...
2011 Day the 12th
My words for 2010
Focused would be the one word that did not ring true for the entire year. I flailed a bit. I barely wrote & I got off my fitness routine.
But sparkly and fun? Hell yeah.
So let's get to 2011.
I'm not going to describe the coming year in three words. I'm not going to continue to make resolutions such as "Be a more disciplined writer" like I did the past two years. (because let's face it, I'm not a disciplined writer. Not even close. So why set myself up for failure that way?)
I have one goal and one goal only for this year: Move forward.
I spoke briefly on this at Fictionistas on Friday. I'm putting one foot in front of the other and getting my life back in order. Part of doing that is cutting the negative out of my life and leaving the past where it belongs. Now it's time to focus on my present and move into my future.
I promise to sparkle hard while I move forward. I really look best in glitter, anyway. :)
"We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that people act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude.” Charles R. Swindoll
Attitude is everything.
ETA: my friend Elen reminded me that one of my resolutions
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Ruby actually embraced the snow after a while. She ran and hopped and played until she started shivering so much I was afraid she was gonna give herself brain damage.
We built forts that were pretty awesome. Double A (my niece) and I built snow bricks with a box and a plastic basket. Eventually Rader left the team of 4 boys to join us...and our fort rocked. The boys just packed snow over some plastic containers. Our snow fort was actually a fort, thankyouverymuch. Girls rock!
After the fort was built, we began to stockpile our ammunition.
While this was going on, the boys sent Ian over to "spy" on us.
There were no clear winners (hahahaha we kicked ass!) but a good time was had by all!
In other news, the sun is out today and the snow is already starting to melt. Thank goodness. I already feel the cabin fever eating away at my brain. (Mainly because I don't have cable TV and daytime TV sucks!) Yes, I know, I should be more productive and do something like clean my house or finish laundry--but it's a snow day! Who wants to work on a snow day?
Hope all of y'all are safe, happy and warm. Currently, I'm dreaming of a beach side hammock, a cocktail, and sexy cabana boy named El Jefe serving my every whim... :)
Monday, January 10, 2011
The boys and I will be having an epic battle of snowballs today.
Yesterday, we spent a couple of hours pushing folks out of our ditches. People in the south just can't drive in the snow. Plus, the roads got bad really fast. I-30 is closed and probably will be for a good long while.
Ruby isn't a big fan. It's way too deep for her little legs and it freaks her out. I like watching her hop around though... I'm mean, I know.
As much fun as we're gonna have today, I can already tell you I'm ready for this stuff to go away. I like it in small doses. I like that usually the day after it snows, it's sunny and 50 degrees. I'm not a fan of being trapped in my house...especially since I have no car. (It's in the shop) Not that I'd be driving anywhere anyway. BUT if I had my car, the knowledge that I COULD drive somewhere would keep me from feeling so trapped.
I guess it's a good thing that it snowed while my car was in the shop though. Now I don't have to bum rides from everyone--including my mother. :)
Friday, January 07, 2011
The boys were enjoying this topic, because "old people are funny" and "that's not rap, that's crap" and "omg I'm so glad I wasn't alive back then" blah blah blah.
Anyone care to explain that if our 'crap rap' was so crappy, then why did they spend the entire day singing Buttermilk Biscuits? (which really was pretty crappy...but funny as hell)
To honor Sir Mix a Lot, here's a few pics that had been buried from this summer...when I did karaoke with a couple of girlfriends at this year's RWA Conference. Oh yeah. Baby Got Back.
Baby Got Back all right. Probably because baby really likes buttermilk biscuits. And bacon. Mmmmmmmm. Bacon.
There is video of said performance but it has been placed in a vault, sealed in concrete and buried beneath the ocean.