We bring back glamour!
And glitz.
And long-gloves and nice table manners.
AND Jell-o molds!
What ever happened to shaped jello bearing mandarin oranges on top of a bed of lettuce?
Nothing says I'm excited to see you QUITE like a jell-o mold.
Except for ironed sheets.
But unless you are an overnight guest, you won't even know the sheets are ironed....so that kind of loses it's punch if you're only staying for dinner.
Sooooo, when trying to impress, or let someone know we are VERY happy to see them, we are left with the jell-o mold or a very well set table. And I mean WELL SET! None of this knives pointed outward business.
I want napkin oragami and personal salt shakers people!
When was the last time you went to someone's house and the table was set and everyone sat down and passed the food and had great conversation instead of "the big game" blaring from the other room?
That's what I thought.
When was the last time you ate off of china? Or drank out of Crystal glasses....And no, weddings and Christmas do not count.
No they do not.
This is my blog and these are my rules.
Have we gotten so engrossed in back to school nonsense and corporate bail-outs, blackberries, fast-food lunch, and fantasy football, that we have skipped out on Charisma and finesse?
Nay I say.
I say Nay.
I am bringing back the era of the Fitzgerald's! (F. Scott and Zelda......which, p.s. don't you just LOVE the name ZELDA?!)
Women, get out your heels, yes the high ones, and gloss up those lips. Bat an eyelash. Wear a to die for over-sized hat.
Men, open a door for crying out loud. Carry her bag......Bring home some flowers AND chocolates. Flash those gorgeous teeth! Say the word "attache".
Love it.
Everyone, have a martini at lunch...WITH blue cheese stuffed olives. AND go dancing....fancy dancing....none of this dropping it like it's hot.
Go crazy. Bust out in your three-piece suit.
Order snails and smoke cigars and go to the ballet and insist on Champagne.
Send thank you notes when it's totally unnecessary.
Purchase calling cards. AND place cards.
Put your initials on everything.
Bring back the festivity. The ZING!
I need it.
And so do you.
YES you do!
This is my blog and I say you do!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
I'm the Kind of Girl....
That sees people and makes up a big fat story in my mind about them and their lives.
I can really get myself worked up over it. I really can.
For instance, if I see a man sitting alone at a restaurant eating...Forget it. I know for a fact, that he is a widower and only has cereal and cup-o-noodles to eat at home.
A home that is now only a house.
A lonely, dark house. Devoid of humanity. And laughter.
I am sure of it.
The "hub" basically has to keep me restrained so I don't go ask him to join us. So instead, I keep sneaking glances and smiling as big and as nurturing as I can everytime I catch his eye. Just so he knows he's not alone in this world.
Meanwhile, he probably thinks I have the hots for him. Or am just some maniacal eternal smiler. He's probably sitting there thinking....ooohhh that poor bastard. His wife thinks she sweet. He'd probably love to come to my house and have a bowl of cereal and ditch the kook.
Or maybe not?
Who knows?
This is not a new way of thinking for me. I have always made up vignettes about people....Or rather, been very interested in their stories or lives.
Even as a child.
If we would pass someone being pulled over by a cop, I had to know ALLLL of the details....why are they being pulled over? Do you think they feel bad? Do yout hink they have kids? What do you think they are having for dinner? I wonder if they have that alot? I wonder where she got that recipe? Do you think she'll tell her family she got pulled over during dinner? Do you think her husband will be mad? Will she be mad back?
And on.
And on.
I am quite certain I drove my mother absolutely NUTS-O.
But, quite frankly, I am of the belief that curiosity is not what killed the cat! Rather, it's what brought the cat back to life.
Soooome people might think I am nosey, but, really, I am just interested.
Curious.
And, ok, NOW AND THEN, a teeeeeny tiiiiny bit nosey.
BUT! I am a writer.
It is my job to uncover the inside story.
Much like Mark McGrath on EXTRA... And, yes, he did used to be in Sugar Ray. The band. Not the boxer.
Yesterday I had a big case of the making up of stories.... I have pin-pointed these episodes to times when either I hear a nice depressing song on the radio or when I am not on my cell phone and actually am left with my thoughts....
WHICH, I try not to do very often.
For obvious reason.
You should hear my thoughts....
Dude.
So I'm driving home from the grocery store and that new Journey song comes on. I mean...that right there just about kills you.
Any Journey song really.
I'm driving by the bike path and I see this ....well....QUITE HEFTY fellow riding a tiny-ish bike.
It just killed me. I almost broke into tears.
I don't know why....I guess just thinking about him going on a bike ride on a nice day and all.
All by himself..... Maybe he's trying to lose weight and he loves to ride a bike? Or he thought he'd try something new? Someone in his family probably just died and he's trying to take his mind off of it OR riding in their honor....?
Or maybe, for once, he found this girl that loved him and they were totally in love...or so he thought....and she just ditched him...And he's trying to swallow that lump in his throat while biking and hoping the wind in his face will silence the break in his heart?
I don't know. But when I think of that guy pedalling that bike on the path by the river, it just chokes me up.
And really, for all I know, he could be a pedophile fishing for kids on trikes.
Really. He totally could be.
But in my mind, he'll always be that lonely guy with nothing more to do on a Sunday than ride a bike.
All by his chubby lonesome.
I just might have to invite him for Thanksgiving.
I can really get myself worked up over it. I really can.
For instance, if I see a man sitting alone at a restaurant eating...Forget it. I know for a fact, that he is a widower and only has cereal and cup-o-noodles to eat at home.
A home that is now only a house.
A lonely, dark house. Devoid of humanity. And laughter.
I am sure of it.
The "hub" basically has to keep me restrained so I don't go ask him to join us. So instead, I keep sneaking glances and smiling as big and as nurturing as I can everytime I catch his eye. Just so he knows he's not alone in this world.
Meanwhile, he probably thinks I have the hots for him. Or am just some maniacal eternal smiler. He's probably sitting there thinking....ooohhh that poor bastard. His wife thinks she sweet. He'd probably love to come to my house and have a bowl of cereal and ditch the kook.
Or maybe not?
Who knows?
This is not a new way of thinking for me. I have always made up vignettes about people....Or rather, been very interested in their stories or lives.
Even as a child.
If we would pass someone being pulled over by a cop, I had to know ALLLL of the details....why are they being pulled over? Do you think they feel bad? Do yout hink they have kids? What do you think they are having for dinner? I wonder if they have that alot? I wonder where she got that recipe? Do you think she'll tell her family she got pulled over during dinner? Do you think her husband will be mad? Will she be mad back?
And on.
And on.
I am quite certain I drove my mother absolutely NUTS-O.
But, quite frankly, I am of the belief that curiosity is not what killed the cat! Rather, it's what brought the cat back to life.
Soooome people might think I am nosey, but, really, I am just interested.
Curious.
And, ok, NOW AND THEN, a teeeeeny tiiiiny bit nosey.
BUT! I am a writer.
It is my job to uncover the inside story.
Much like Mark McGrath on EXTRA... And, yes, he did used to be in Sugar Ray. The band. Not the boxer.
Yesterday I had a big case of the making up of stories.... I have pin-pointed these episodes to times when either I hear a nice depressing song on the radio or when I am not on my cell phone and actually am left with my thoughts....
WHICH, I try not to do very often.
For obvious reason.
You should hear my thoughts....
Dude.
So I'm driving home from the grocery store and that new Journey song comes on. I mean...that right there just about kills you.
Any Journey song really.
I'm driving by the bike path and I see this ....well....QUITE HEFTY fellow riding a tiny-ish bike.
It just killed me. I almost broke into tears.
I don't know why....I guess just thinking about him going on a bike ride on a nice day and all.
All by himself..... Maybe he's trying to lose weight and he loves to ride a bike? Or he thought he'd try something new? Someone in his family probably just died and he's trying to take his mind off of it OR riding in their honor....?
Or maybe, for once, he found this girl that loved him and they were totally in love...or so he thought....and she just ditched him...And he's trying to swallow that lump in his throat while biking and hoping the wind in his face will silence the break in his heart?
I don't know. But when I think of that guy pedalling that bike on the path by the river, it just chokes me up.
And really, for all I know, he could be a pedophile fishing for kids on trikes.
Really. He totally could be.
But in my mind, he'll always be that lonely guy with nothing more to do on a Sunday than ride a bike.
All by his chubby lonesome.
I just might have to invite him for Thanksgiving.
I’m Just Saying.....
I have a lot to say. About quite a few things.
This always happens when I travel because there's always such great people watching.....ESP in airports.
Revision...ESP in airports In the SOUTH. It's just different there.
Where oh where do I start?
The kook that sat down next to me at Chilis?
Negative.
It would be weird to write about....you kind of had to be there. Plus, it's QUITE "un-PC" and I think the government is already tracking my blog anyway. (In case you don't know, I'm kind of a big deal around here).
The kid that asked for money for the bus and that whole quandry?
Maybe tomorrow.
The soldier coming home from Iraq...MMMMmmmmm....Yes.
That's the one. That's the one.
So I'm at my airport gate and the entire lobby bursts into applause. I, of course, turn around, ready to say, come on, these shoes aren't THAT CUTE, and instead see this soldier coming home all dressed in his uniform and his entire family there with signs and kids and babies and his wife is crying and everyone is clapping....I mean!
I had to literally bight the inside of my mouth not just to boo-hoo it out. True, I was tired and it had been "SOOOOME WKND", but just to see that was so......I don't know.
Emotional. Nice. Sad. Amazing.
Moving.
I could not take my eyes off of them. I wanted to see every moment of their reunion and crying and hugging and the kids and the dad and all of it.....And then I kind of started feeling like this creepy voyeur spying on an intimate family moment. But I could not not look away.
Everyone in the lobby was that way.
All feeling very American, and looking on all proud, which.....I mean...don't know why were all so proud....it's not like any of us had anything to do with it or had sent him packages or knew him.
I don't know. I just have to say that the whole thing gave me the goosers a little bit.
And believe me, this is not because I'm some big war supporter.....
Not saying I am. Not saying I'm not.
I just thought, geeze....if I ever sacrificed so much and walked off a plane and everyone burst into applause, I would just be a mess.
And so damn proud of myself.
I would. I really would.
And I wouldn't tell them to stop clapping either......I'd soak it all in and wave them on...more...more....I've been living in BFE, missing my family and friends and my favorite restaurant and doing a million push ups a day with no good TV and being scared, scared, scared.
BRING ON THE APPLAUSE! I deserve it.
What's the point? I don't know. I think you can figure it out.
All I'm saying is it's something when you're just reading "Franny and Zoey" at the airport and everyone bursts into applause for a soldier.
I'm just saying.
This always happens when I travel because there's always such great people watching.....ESP in airports.
Revision...ESP in airports In the SOUTH. It's just different there.
Where oh where do I start?
The kook that sat down next to me at Chilis?
Negative.
It would be weird to write about....you kind of had to be there. Plus, it's QUITE "un-PC" and I think the government is already tracking my blog anyway. (In case you don't know, I'm kind of a big deal around here).
The kid that asked for money for the bus and that whole quandry?
Maybe tomorrow.
The soldier coming home from Iraq...MMMMmmmmm....Yes.
That's the one. That's the one.
So I'm at my airport gate and the entire lobby bursts into applause. I, of course, turn around, ready to say, come on, these shoes aren't THAT CUTE, and instead see this soldier coming home all dressed in his uniform and his entire family there with signs and kids and babies and his wife is crying and everyone is clapping....I mean!
I had to literally bight the inside of my mouth not just to boo-hoo it out. True, I was tired and it had been "SOOOOME WKND", but just to see that was so......I don't know.
Emotional. Nice. Sad. Amazing.
Moving.
I could not take my eyes off of them. I wanted to see every moment of their reunion and crying and hugging and the kids and the dad and all of it.....And then I kind of started feeling like this creepy voyeur spying on an intimate family moment. But I could not not look away.
Everyone in the lobby was that way.
All feeling very American, and looking on all proud, which.....I mean...don't know why were all so proud....it's not like any of us had anything to do with it or had sent him packages or knew him.
I don't know. I just have to say that the whole thing gave me the goosers a little bit.
And believe me, this is not because I'm some big war supporter.....
Not saying I am. Not saying I'm not.
I just thought, geeze....if I ever sacrificed so much and walked off a plane and everyone burst into applause, I would just be a mess.
And so damn proud of myself.
I would. I really would.
And I wouldn't tell them to stop clapping either......I'd soak it all in and wave them on...more...more....I've been living in BFE, missing my family and friends and my favorite restaurant and doing a million push ups a day with no good TV and being scared, scared, scared.
BRING ON THE APPLAUSE! I deserve it.
What's the point? I don't know. I think you can figure it out.
All I'm saying is it's something when you're just reading "Franny and Zoey" at the airport and everyone bursts into applause for a soldier.
I'm just saying.
'Sup Playas?
I hope I don't already have a blog titled "'Sup Playas" because that would be like...way lame.
And all of my subscribers would probably drop my blog.....wait a minute...I don't have any subscribers.....
Well..fine then....you're all creeps.
What can I say, I like to say, "Sup playa?" ....makes me feel coolio....and hip ...and like I don't wear a blazer 3 days a week....
I will say on my behalf though, that I always, ALWAYS try to not wear panties those days....just to mix it up...keep thing real.....
ha...
I TOTALLY cracked myself up with that one....like I just laughed out loud at myself.
That's because I'm very self-involved. Not to be mistaken for EVOLVED. I am def not that.
I hope some future boss doesn't google me and that's the one thing that comes up. ....Something about not wearing panties...even the word panties is kind of naughty...I should really call them bloomers or "UNDERWEAR".
Whatev. I cannot be bother with such nonsense poopy-pants.
STELLAR vocab....poopy-pants. There I go being evolved again.
Stellar.....Like Michelle Gellar.
What every happened to her by the way? Oye Vay.
What am I, some craaaaazy rhymer now?
Mad skills. Mad, mad skills.
That's what they call me here in the Dirty Rock...Mad Skills.
And sometimes....when I'm just rhyming...You know like free flow style....they just call me "Skills"....
'Sup Skills?
I just totally cracked myself up again. Painful.
Have you seen JUNO?! Me Encante that movie....awesome writing and uuuber funny. I very highly recommend. And I'm QUITE the critic. It's not like I watch Flipping Out, Real Housewives of the OC, or Project Runway.
All crap.
Again with the crack up.
I'm must be WAAAY bored today. It's a bloomer wearing day...That explains it.......went with a shift dress and NO blazer. AND very hot, hot pink and black high heels....
Fierce!
Ok.....So I have one teeeeeeny addiction to teenage television.
Big Fat Deal.
You used to smoke...or whatever.
Did you know that the Hills is coming back on August 18th?!?!!!? OMG! I am TOTALLY counting the days and hosting a premiere party. Should I serve nachos? Love the Nacheees!
Seriously, Is BRODY ever going to go to second base with LC?! GET ON WITH IT Jenner! I wonder what plastic surgery Heidi did this year?! Can't WAIT.
Also, tres excited about....mmmm....nothing that I can think of except Flare's bach party and seeing the girls and just like living in my swimsuit. Cannot get enough of being in front of people in my swimwuit. SO FUN.
As you can tell, I have a TON going on and am VERY active both civicly and athletically.
I am going to the Riverhawks game with Vegas tonight.
Animal rights bitches.
See? Very, VERY active.
Okey doke bored Americans....and, please, if you are reading this from EUROPE or even Canada, I will totally need to change my bloomies.....so be sure to let me know. . . Because, and I don't know if anyone knows this...it's kind of a secret, but like...I would totally eat meat to be famous.
Real meat you pervs. Like a burger. I'm a veggie. Geeeze.
So anyway, like yeah....now you know my "secret". I am super dying to be like waaaay famous.
Like local news and everything.
Later Skaters.
Stephanie Out....Just like Seacrest....So GLAD he dropped that bit.
LAME.
And all of my subscribers would probably drop my blog.....wait a minute...I don't have any subscribers.....
Well..fine then....you're all creeps.
What can I say, I like to say, "Sup playa?" ....makes me feel coolio....and hip ...and like I don't wear a blazer 3 days a week....
I will say on my behalf though, that I always, ALWAYS try to not wear panties those days....just to mix it up...keep thing real.....
ha...
I TOTALLY cracked myself up with that one....like I just laughed out loud at myself.
That's because I'm very self-involved. Not to be mistaken for EVOLVED. I am def not that.
I hope some future boss doesn't google me and that's the one thing that comes up. ....Something about not wearing panties...even the word panties is kind of naughty...I should really call them bloomers or "UNDERWEAR".
Whatev. I cannot be bother with such nonsense poopy-pants.
STELLAR vocab....poopy-pants. There I go being evolved again.
Stellar.....Like Michelle Gellar.
What every happened to her by the way? Oye Vay.
What am I, some craaaaazy rhymer now?
Mad skills. Mad, mad skills.
That's what they call me here in the Dirty Rock...Mad Skills.
And sometimes....when I'm just rhyming...You know like free flow style....they just call me "Skills"....
'Sup Skills?
I just totally cracked myself up again. Painful.
Have you seen JUNO?! Me Encante that movie....awesome writing and uuuber funny. I very highly recommend. And I'm QUITE the critic. It's not like I watch Flipping Out, Real Housewives of the OC, or Project Runway.
All crap.
Again with the crack up.
I'm must be WAAAY bored today. It's a bloomer wearing day...That explains it.......went with a shift dress and NO blazer. AND very hot, hot pink and black high heels....
Fierce!
Ok.....So I have one teeeeeeny addiction to teenage television.
Big Fat Deal.
You used to smoke...or whatever.
Did you know that the Hills is coming back on August 18th?!?!!!? OMG! I am TOTALLY counting the days and hosting a premiere party. Should I serve nachos? Love the Nacheees!
Seriously, Is BRODY ever going to go to second base with LC?! GET ON WITH IT Jenner! I wonder what plastic surgery Heidi did this year?! Can't WAIT.
Also, tres excited about....mmmm....nothing that I can think of except Flare's bach party and seeing the girls and just like living in my swimsuit. Cannot get enough of being in front of people in my swimwuit. SO FUN.
As you can tell, I have a TON going on and am VERY active both civicly and athletically.
I am going to the Riverhawks game with Vegas tonight.
Animal rights bitches.
See? Very, VERY active.
Okey doke bored Americans....and, please, if you are reading this from EUROPE or even Canada, I will totally need to change my bloomies.....so be sure to let me know. . . Because, and I don't know if anyone knows this...it's kind of a secret, but like...I would totally eat meat to be famous.
Real meat you pervs. Like a burger. I'm a veggie. Geeeze.
So anyway, like yeah....now you know my "secret". I am super dying to be like waaaay famous.
Like local news and everything.
Later Skaters.
Stephanie Out....Just like Seacrest....So GLAD he dropped that bit.
LAME.
I'm Kooky.....Or So They Say....
Yesterday my husband said I was kooky.
Not the first time I've heard it. (gasp!)
Not that I get it ALL the time...but I've heard it enough that I am always prepared to laugh and make a comment or do some wacky body movement and say, "WHATEVER are you referring to?!"...ha ha ha.....
I've always thought people just said that because they had nothing else really to say...I mean, I'm kooky in that, when someone says, "How are you?" I say, "faboo!". BUT only because I don't want to say, "I'm very well, and you?" (because to me that sounds gaggy pretentious ... to say "well"...instead of "good" that is, eventhough the "well" answer is proper English...it just sounds so...... hi, I think I'm quite remarkable, not to mention handsome and successful)
.....So I just by-pass the whole "well" vs. "good" bit all together, and say, "I'm faboo"... or something similar. Which I guess can sound rather "quote un-quote" kooky... but it's not because I want attention, or for someone to be like, oh my gosh! Did you just say "faboo"?
That's crazy!
It's more so I don't sound like an ass.....or to put the other person at ease, and because I don't want them to think I think I'm something ....Which REALLY, who is going to think I think I'm "something" just because I answer a question with "well"... but that's how my mind works. I'm not going to deny it.
Nontheless, this whole, I don't want someone to think I think I'm special or important is a running theme in my life.
If I say something intellectual or a "big word" like "quarantine" or "conquistador" or "magnitude" or "litigate" or if I have a brilliant idea or answer in a meeting, or if I suddenly come up with some terrific advice for a friend, I immediately need to off-set it with something funny or self-effacing?
Or is it self-defacing?
And how in the hell do you spell it?
...moving on....
So, then I become known for my humor or "kookiness" or, in Jamie's words, "Bub, you're just...over the top." Which, in my mind, makes it sound like I wear mis-matched clothes, pig tales, and am trying to grow a handlebar mustache, that I'm always doing magic tricks for strangers and have some big affinity for custard that I must share with everyone.
And all of this because, really.... I'm just trying to set everyone else at ease, or kick up a little fun.
So I asked Jamie, what, please, makes me so kooky?
What makes me so much more .... whatever ... than everyone else?
And he said...
A) When you dance in the bathroom in your underware.
Big fat deal. Oh, like Cameron Diaz can do it, but I can't? True...her fanny (as my grandma would say) does look quite a bit better in her under-roos than mine does, but does that automatically make her sexy or cute, and me kooky?
I guess it does.
B) The fact that you had your screen name on My Space as, "Oo-lala".
Well I changed it to something nice and normal, didn't I?
C) When you jumped out and waved all stupid to my mom and Gordon at the airport.
Lame example. I wanted them to know we were excited to see them!? That's just having good manners.
It's not like I dress up as Elvis and go to the grocery store or cook wild squirrel with a lovely clam sauce for dinner. It's not as if I don't know how to dress appropriately for church, or when to shush it in a public place ... ok ... minus Julie's graduation when I got the "ssshhhhhh" 3 times.....But please....It had been 3 hours. I was getting b-o-r-e-d.....I mean....she was in the "W" section at the very end!
I'm sticking to my guns.
I am not all that kooky.
I'm not even a free spirit really.....I am simply a young professional, trying to liven things up a bit.
What's wrong with a good laugh at my expense?
What's wrong with a little enthusiasm or eating left over Indian food in the morning?
Is it really all that horrible? Am I really all that over the top?
I say nay.
Nay I say.
On that note, I'm off to see if I can't buy a huge Oak to put in our back yard as I'm hoping to build a tree house next wknd with a fireman's pole and everything!
(Enter loud swelling music...and imagine me turning on my heels with my wonder woman cape flowing behine me as I march off in defiance!)
Not the first time I've heard it. (gasp!)
Not that I get it ALL the time...but I've heard it enough that I am always prepared to laugh and make a comment or do some wacky body movement and say, "WHATEVER are you referring to?!"...ha ha ha.....
I've always thought people just said that because they had nothing else really to say...I mean, I'm kooky in that, when someone says, "How are you?" I say, "faboo!". BUT only because I don't want to say, "I'm very well, and you?" (because to me that sounds gaggy pretentious ... to say "well"...instead of "good" that is, eventhough the "well" answer is proper English...it just sounds so...... hi, I think I'm quite remarkable, not to mention handsome and successful)
.....So I just by-pass the whole "well" vs. "good" bit all together, and say, "I'm faboo"... or something similar. Which I guess can sound rather "quote un-quote" kooky... but it's not because I want attention, or for someone to be like, oh my gosh! Did you just say "faboo"?
That's crazy!
It's more so I don't sound like an ass.....or to put the other person at ease, and because I don't want them to think I think I'm something ....Which REALLY, who is going to think I think I'm "something" just because I answer a question with "well"... but that's how my mind works. I'm not going to deny it.
Nontheless, this whole, I don't want someone to think I think I'm special or important is a running theme in my life.
If I say something intellectual or a "big word" like "quarantine" or "conquistador" or "magnitude" or "litigate" or if I have a brilliant idea or answer in a meeting, or if I suddenly come up with some terrific advice for a friend, I immediately need to off-set it with something funny or self-effacing?
Or is it self-defacing?
And how in the hell do you spell it?
...moving on....
So, then I become known for my humor or "kookiness" or, in Jamie's words, "Bub, you're just...over the top." Which, in my mind, makes it sound like I wear mis-matched clothes, pig tales, and am trying to grow a handlebar mustache, that I'm always doing magic tricks for strangers and have some big affinity for custard that I must share with everyone.
And all of this because, really.... I'm just trying to set everyone else at ease, or kick up a little fun.
So I asked Jamie, what, please, makes me so kooky?
What makes me so much more .... whatever ... than everyone else?
And he said...
A) When you dance in the bathroom in your underware.
Big fat deal. Oh, like Cameron Diaz can do it, but I can't? True...her fanny (as my grandma would say) does look quite a bit better in her under-roos than mine does, but does that automatically make her sexy or cute, and me kooky?
I guess it does.
B) The fact that you had your screen name on My Space as, "Oo-lala".
Well I changed it to something nice and normal, didn't I?
C) When you jumped out and waved all stupid to my mom and Gordon at the airport.
Lame example. I wanted them to know we were excited to see them!? That's just having good manners.
It's not like I dress up as Elvis and go to the grocery store or cook wild squirrel with a lovely clam sauce for dinner. It's not as if I don't know how to dress appropriately for church, or when to shush it in a public place ... ok ... minus Julie's graduation when I got the "ssshhhhhh" 3 times.....But please....It had been 3 hours. I was getting b-o-r-e-d.....I mean....she was in the "W" section at the very end!
I'm sticking to my guns.
I am not all that kooky.
I'm not even a free spirit really.....I am simply a young professional, trying to liven things up a bit.
What's wrong with a good laugh at my expense?
What's wrong with a little enthusiasm or eating left over Indian food in the morning?
Is it really all that horrible? Am I really all that over the top?
I say nay.
Nay I say.
On that note, I'm off to see if I can't buy a huge Oak to put in our back yard as I'm hoping to build a tree house next wknd with a fireman's pole and everything!
(Enter loud swelling music...and imagine me turning on my heels with my wonder woman cape flowing behine me as I march off in defiance!)
So dude....I haven't blogged in like 2 years.
Dude. Whatev. I'm just like...WAY to busy and important...AND MYSTERIOUS.
I am nothing if not mysterious.
Do you think it's lame or jeuvinile for a 33 year old woman to use "dude" all the time?
I don't either.
Lot's of things happening....Erika with the engagement and Heatho with the new house...my new car...I'm now GOLFING...which, p.s. golf actually provides a whole new arena in which a girl can buy very koot shoes.
Ashley graduated. YAAAAY!
Yes... she still looks good in a swimsuit.
Gaggage.
Jerry had a triple by-pass. My George is studying insanely for some totally redic test.....I am myspacing at work...which is totally fine because no one at my work prob even knows what myspace is...and if they do, they are CERTAINLY NOT my "friends".
Yes. True adulthood is finally here.
Also...I'm thinking of writing a children's book...well...actually, I've already started...but I don't think it's so much the writing of the children's books that makes them...it's more the illustrating and since I am total suckage at drawing, I'm wondering.....maybe I should just write an ADULT book....but then, what, please would I write about?! Not feelings or responsibility and certainly not organization.....maybe something like....Buy this book and make me rich?
Also thinking that I need to have a vegetarian cooking show so anyone that's looking for a host...I'm way available.
Speaking of...Ally is totally boss and rocks ass and gets to be a fancy schmance producer in Savannah and I totally want her life. Plus Jamie and Vegas...and all fo my cool Dirty Rock friends.
Going to a Silpada party tonight...which sounds lame...but is going to be TOTALLY fun because only cool girls get to go and we're having sushi AND a bonfire. AND other stuff too like moon pies or something fab.
Suck on that Oprah.
Just kidding. Calm down. I totally love you girl and yes, yes, I'll come on the show when my book is released.
Maybe my book could be about me. Now how fascinating is THAT?!
Ok....maybe I won't write a book. Maybe I'll just try to blog.
Give me some topics....I can ramble forever about nothing.
What can I say...we all have our spiritual gifts
Dude. Whatev. I'm just like...WAY to busy and important...AND MYSTERIOUS.
I am nothing if not mysterious.
Do you think it's lame or jeuvinile for a 33 year old woman to use "dude" all the time?
I don't either.
Lot's of things happening....Erika with the engagement and Heatho with the new house...my new car...I'm now GOLFING...which, p.s. golf actually provides a whole new arena in which a girl can buy very koot shoes.
Ashley graduated. YAAAAY!
Yes... she still looks good in a swimsuit.
Gaggage.
Jerry had a triple by-pass. My George is studying insanely for some totally redic test.....I am myspacing at work...which is totally fine because no one at my work prob even knows what myspace is...and if they do, they are CERTAINLY NOT my "friends".
Yes. True adulthood is finally here.
Also...I'm thinking of writing a children's book...well...actually, I've already started...but I don't think it's so much the writing of the children's books that makes them...it's more the illustrating and since I am total suckage at drawing, I'm wondering.....maybe I should just write an ADULT book....but then, what, please would I write about?! Not feelings or responsibility and certainly not organization.....maybe something like....Buy this book and make me rich?
Also thinking that I need to have a vegetarian cooking show so anyone that's looking for a host...I'm way available.
Speaking of...Ally is totally boss and rocks ass and gets to be a fancy schmance producer in Savannah and I totally want her life. Plus Jamie and Vegas...and all fo my cool Dirty Rock friends.
Going to a Silpada party tonight...which sounds lame...but is going to be TOTALLY fun because only cool girls get to go and we're having sushi AND a bonfire. AND other stuff too like moon pies or something fab.
Suck on that Oprah.
Just kidding. Calm down. I totally love you girl and yes, yes, I'll come on the show when my book is released.
Maybe my book could be about me. Now how fascinating is THAT?!
Ok....maybe I won't write a book. Maybe I'll just try to blog.
Give me some topics....I can ramble forever about nothing.
What can I say...we all have our spiritual gifts
Blog Blog Flippidy Bob
Remember when I used to call everyone Bob ... like "dude" or "man", but it was "BOB"?
I miss that.....well...kind of.
I don't know if "miss" is the word? I guess when I say it now it just kind of makes me happy....like remembering old times in a sense.
...Makes me think of Maryann and David and the Vanimal and acting.....the "Bob-B-Q"....man was that a good idea. Bob-B-Q...Shishka BOBS....Sloppy BOBS...BOBbing for apples.
Very clever.
Not even sure how I came up with that? Genius I guess.
We all have our own little genius. Mine is for kooky parties? Maybe....or reassigning Proper Nouns as plain old normal nouns?
Wow....I haven't thought about nouns or verbs in a long time....not to mention those pesky participals. Oh those dangling ones can really be something.
I don't know where it went...The "Bob" that is.
Now I call some people "George"...but mostly J Dub...or Heather.
Children are obviously "bubs" or "Beedges". Obvo. Duh.
Anyway....just thinking about The Bob....
What are you thinking about?
Final thought....If I Blog more than once a day, do I not have a life? Because now I've thought of something else I'd like to write about, but it has nothing to do with "Bob".
What about Bob?
Sorry...that was lame.
Or was it?
Tune in later for the answer to "Was that lame?"..or ... text your vote to 404-FOXY. Remember when that was my phone number?!?!?! Killer! That was during the BOB era.
OOOHhhh BOB!
I miss that.....well...kind of.
I don't know if "miss" is the word? I guess when I say it now it just kind of makes me happy....like remembering old times in a sense.
...Makes me think of Maryann and David and the Vanimal and acting.....the "Bob-B-Q"....man was that a good idea. Bob-B-Q...Shishka BOBS....Sloppy BOBS...BOBbing for apples.
Very clever.
Not even sure how I came up with that? Genius I guess.
We all have our own little genius. Mine is for kooky parties? Maybe....or reassigning Proper Nouns as plain old normal nouns?
Wow....I haven't thought about nouns or verbs in a long time....not to mention those pesky participals. Oh those dangling ones can really be something.
I don't know where it went...The "Bob" that is.
Now I call some people "George"...but mostly J Dub...or Heather.
Children are obviously "bubs" or "Beedges". Obvo. Duh.
Anyway....just thinking about The Bob....
What are you thinking about?
Final thought....If I Blog more than once a day, do I not have a life? Because now I've thought of something else I'd like to write about, but it has nothing to do with "Bob".
What about Bob?
Sorry...that was lame.
Or was it?
Tune in later for the answer to "Was that lame?"..or ... text your vote to 404-FOXY. Remember when that was my phone number?!?!?! Killer! That was during the BOB era.
OOOHhhh BOB!
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