Thursday, December 17, 2009

Things you do while waiting for a flight...

As I type this, I am at Charlotte Douglas International Airport hearing the deep cough of a man I am 92% sure has some form of contagious respiratory infection. Am I concerned? Possibly. Should I move? Definitely. Am I going to? Nah...I already have my butt firmly planted in one of the extra wide leather seats (Why do they provide extra wide leather seats while waiting for a plane? It only causes major disappointment when you get on the actual plane and you have roughly a centimeter between you and your coughing neighbor...) and I'm too darn lazy to move. There is also a smell wafting through the air that is a combination of body odor and Bojangles. Of course, that smell is pretty much standard at this airport, so there really is no avoiding it.

Yesterday there was a picture on Facebook posted by Thomas. It was of the security line at the airport. To be perfectly honest, it scared me just a little bit. It looked as if the line stretched on for miles and I thought that possibly I should get here 3 hours early for my flight to Boston. Do you want to guess how long it took me to get through security and to my gate? Eight minutes. Eight. Do you know what that makes you? Lucky. (I know you're wondering why you're lucky. You are lucky because now you have a blog to read. See? Lucky you.)

As I'm typing this, I can't help but get distracted by my shoes. Why my shoes? (And why am I asking so many questions in this blog? I don't know...) Because the moment I walked into Chris' apartment to have him drive me to the airport he said, "Ummm...what are those?"
When I explained that they are my work flats that I don't wear anymore and I needed to wear flats when I wasn't sure how much walking would be done in Boston, he replied with, "Oh." and then later, "Make sure you burn those after your trip. Okay...maybe not burn them, someone will need them. Give them to a homeless person or something."

So here I am, writing a completely random blog, staring at my shoes that someone on this earth believes should be burned, and listening to a hacking cough. What could be better? Not much...I'll tell you that. Oh does get better. I had my purse sitting on the seat next to me and someone just asked if someone was sitting there (yes, my purse thankyouverymuch). I moved it and guess who decided to start chomping ice. Classic.

I honestly didn't mean to type out a complaint blog. My bad.

But seriously...are they going to let this coughing guy board the plane? Thank God I got my swine flu shot.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009 maybe it's a little late...

What do you mean it's almost been two months since Halloween???

I thought that I would get in the mood to write "any day now" for about that long and it seems as though "any day now" went into hiding, because I'm still not feeling it. My creative juices have been sucked dry and I can't really figure out why. So you're getting yet another lazy blog.

It shouldn't be a surprise that I don't remember what Beth was laughing at.

Check out the hand placement on the small of Beth's back. Check out the strawberry being fed to Beth. I think someone hearts Beth.

I loved this picture. There is nothing like an enthusiastic high five to make you feel good about life.

This may be the first ever heads touching picture of Jackie and Sarah. It was bound to happen at some point.

Is it wrong that I wished Gary got his head stuck in there? Yes?? Crap.

I'm still trying to figure out how he wrote MacGregor so amazingly...

Don't you wish you came to this rockin' party? No?? Crap.

The Brothers Grosz

You can tell it was an awesome party from the amount of pictures of Gary that were taken. He only comes out when the party really starts. Or when there are boys around (I still can't figure that one out).

Kelly came from work. She totally got a pass on the whole costume thing.

I'm quite sure they both had a lot of cat hair on them after getting off of Gary's chair. I probably should have warned them. Whoops.

I still have that bag of ice in my freezer.

Adam stopped by for about 15 minutes. I actually had no clue he was coming and when he walked in, I couldn't figure out who it was for about 5 seconds (which feels like an eternity when there is a strange man standing in your living room). Come to think of it, Halloween would be a great time for serial killers to come into random Halloween parties and murder people. Wow. It's quite scary that I just had that's even scarier that I had that thought and I'm still posting it to my blog.

And finally...
The question of the night:
Who was Chris supposed to be?

It was actually quite a brilliant costume. He was Charlie from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia (No...not Charlie Brown. I can't remember who asked me that...)

See the resemblance now? Great, right?

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

This HAS to be a joke.

No. Seriously. It has to be a joke.

Wait. It's not? CBS is serious?? Are they really using a combination of Hanukkah, pap smears, and Jewish jargon to make it seem as if they care about women's health?

Or do they just care about Jewish women's health???

I can't wait to see what they come up with for Christmas.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

The things you see along the way to a stadium...

I realize that I haven't written about my trip to Baton Rouge (not to forget my mom and Logan's trip to Charlotte), but I want to do both of those trips justice and at this moment I really don't have the ability to write about them.

What I DID want to show you was this picture that I took on the way to Tiger Stadium in Baton Rouge. Now, this may just be because we watched the movie Up the night before, but I believe we may have encountered a real-life Russell....down to his yellow hat and badges.

More blog stories (or at least pictures) to follow...

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Kitten Mittons!

It really does just speak for itself.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

How did a 5 year old grow such a thick and glorious 'stache?

My nephew Logan and his buddy Drake. The eyebrows are seriously freaking me out.

Logan...very much aware that he's about to score some serious candy loot at Grandma Dee's.

Sadie and Seth. Knowing that little bugger, she's probably going to eat 76% of the candy that Logan obtained while trick or treating...

Sadie Bug making sure that no one is about to jump her for her Milky Way.

Monday, November 2, 2009

The only valid reason to have a baby...

No. I don't know this child. Does that make me creepy? The fine people of Flight of the Conchords posted this to their Facebook. It is quite possibly the cutest Halloween costume I have ever seen in my life...the hiphopopotamus.

I now want to birth a child just so I can dress him (or her...I'm not sexist) up in ridiculously adorable (although possibly not very age appropriate) Halloween costumes.

Monday, October 12, 2009

As tasty as poison and just as deadly...

I've fallen in love. I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did.

True, it's a woman and she just happens to be 81, but still...I am in love with her.

She was carrying a cane as she slowly walked into my life. I made her take a seat in the waiting room and I went out front to talk through her exam with her. She did most of the talking (which is how I suspect she gets impressionable young-ish people to fall in love with her). I asked her if she was married, divorced, or widowed and she responded, "OH! Divorced! He's 83 and I'm 81 and he wants me back, but I'm not going back to that man..."
Touche. Shame on me for assuming she was widowed.

I then asked her if she has had any surgeries and this is what followed, "Oh, yes. I've had hip surgeries in 1990 and 1995...maybe you should write that down...they were screws that were shaped like ice cream cones. This wonderful doctor did them. He was an Indian man with one eye...the funniest thing you'd ever see...up in Boston...Mass Gen to be exact. He did Hugh Downs' surgery and he was not happy that they did a story of Hugh Downs' knee replacement on 60 Minutes because everyone in America was calling him to do their surgeries. Anyway, he was wonderful. He opened my leg up like a book. It was so neat! So after the surgery, my hip never hurt again, it was just so loud. My husband, well EX-husband, used to say that it sounded like he was having sex with a set of dishes. Are you married, honey? Oh, are not and I'm talking like that...oh dear. My husband was so funny. He had so many one-liners. Come to think of it, maybe I should get back together with him??? So anyway, this same doctor also did Eunice Kennedy's joint replacement. Oh, she was such a (she puts her hands around her mouth to cover what she is about to say from the other patients) bitch. I never met her, that's just what I heard. I also heard that Elizabeth Taylor was one, too. Oh! Did you have more questions, honey?"

Did she seriously just talk smack about other 80-year olds???

I stammer on, "Ummm...well, do you have any kind of eye or ear implants?"

With excitement she says, "Of COURSE I do! I had my eyes taken care of because I'm not going to be one of those women that have to wear glasses! (Grabbing her boobs) I should have had other kinds of implants if you know what I'm talking about. Those would have been a lot more fun! Did you know that I had a daughter named 'Sarah'? Oh, yes...her name is Sarah, but we call her Sally."

Naturally her daughter named Sarah would be called Sally. That only makes sense.

After I question her a little longer, I step away and hear her saying, "I just have to keep remembering that these are the golden years."

Here's hoping that my future looks as awesome as hers...

Monday, September 28, 2009

Yup...that's my goal...

Beth may have brought this up after a few beverages, but it got me thinking...why can't I do this next year???

Here is my do you train for something like this?

So...who is with me? Who wants to do the 2010 USMC Mud Run???

Side note: I will be walking in the Komen Race for the Cure with Jackie, Phil, Beth, and Mike this coming Saturday morning (October 3rd). Well...Phil and Mike will be running, but you get the picture. If anyone else would like to sign up, we're on Brotha Fred's team from 96.1 The Beat...
Here is the link!

Sunday, September 27, 2009

I'm looking for someone who will love me anyway.

I found it funny. I was on Facebook and saw a little advertisement to the right of my screen...

Meet Single Guys in Your Area

How lucky for me! With a quick entering of my credit card information, I could meet the guy in the picture accompanying the ad! Wait a gosh-darn that...CHRIS DAUGHTRY!?!? I'm not really sure what he's more famous for at this point: American Idol, being the namesake of his critically-acclaimed band Daughtry (Did he steal that idea from Jon Bon Jovi, btw??), or being the face of online dating sites.

It is no secret that many people in my life have been very vocal about how I need to sign up for It's actually quite amazing how many of my friends have been such huge advocates for that particular dating website. It's almost as if the great people of have gone around and paid off my friends to do everything in their power to get me to sign up. I've heard everything from, "It's a slow day at work today...let's get you signed up for!" to "Let's get toasted and make you a profile!"

At first I thought it was just a few good friends doing the whole Sarah-needs-to-try-something-new thing, but I'm now realizing that it may be something far more sinister. I have "friends" that want me to get intoxicated and try to sell myself online. Now I'm not going to lie. I have been known to have a couple glasses of wine and write on this very blog (shameful, I know). Those blogs are usually characterized by a few spelling mistakes, many grammar-related issues, and a lot of repetitiveness. But who is going to judge me? One of my six (I'm up to six now! Thanks mom, Alison, Beth, Wendy, Mike, and Thomas!!!) followers??? Doubtful.

The bigger question is...who will judge me if I get a little saucy and make a dating profile that says, "I enjoy long walks on the beach and candlelit dinners. You must be between the ages of 22 and 87 and you must be between 4'11" and 7'2", but other than those two things...I don't really judge. Well, unless you're ugly...then I have no use for you."????

Probably every man that looks at my profile.

They will get sucked in because I'll put a picture of Megan Fox up and pretend that I look like her. (Here's a hint, ladies: If boys think you look like Megan Fox, they will be pretty forgiving when it comes to all other things.) They will then realize that they don't want to "wink" at me because I come off as indecisive, because who wants a guy between the ages of 22 and 87 and puts the height range anywhere between 4'11" and 7'2"? Someone who is indecisive, that's who.

Honestly, I don't know if I particularly enjoy long walks on the beach. The last time I took a long walk on the beach, there was a multitude of odd looking crabs that, quite frankly, scared me a little. As for candlelit dinners, well...I like all kinds of dinners. I actually think I prefer the kind of dinner that's at a sports bar (that kind of dinner usually includes something can't go wrong with things that are fried). Candlelit dinners tend to carry high expectations with them and who needs that letdown??

When it comes down to it, I've been looking for the same 3 criteria to be met for about 11 years now. They are non-negotiables. You can be a Cubs fan, but if you meet these 3 things...I'll forgive you for that extreme error in judgment (I'll continue to make fun of you, but at least I'll forgive you). I don't care what you look like, I am looking for someone that I can spend the rest of my life with and these things are the things that will give you staying power in my book...
1. You must be a Christian. I really don't care what denomination you came from, but you better know where you stand when it comes to the Big Guy.
2. You must be respectful. Respectful of me. Respectful of my family. Respectful of my friends. I realize that some girls are independent and don't like doors opened for them....those girls are stupid.
3. You must be funny. Oh, son....I better think you are hilarious. I am not the kind of person that will laugh just to appease you and your ego, so if I'm're in.

After the recent influx of requests for me to start an online dating profile, I feel as though I need to add a #4. So, here you go...

4. You must be a man that I did not meet online.

Don't get me wrong. If you are doing the whole online dating thing, more power to you. But let me repeat myself one last time. (I'm going to clear my throat here so that I can say this as clearly as possible...)

Does that mean that I'm cutting out a huge portion of the dating pool? Yes. Absolutely. I know that.
For me it comes down to the fact that I am more comfortable being single for the rest of my life than going online and trying to sell it.

But really...who wouldn't want this??

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The funny little bald spots above your eyes.

I was just reading MSN and one of those Q&A things caught my eye...

I'm hosting a dinner party next week, and I'll be serving both beer and wine alongside the meal. Which has the lower carbon footprint? Beer has to be kept refrigerated, which requires energy, but shipping wine in those heavy bottles can't be good for the planet, either.

Okay. Anybody? Anybody!??!?!

How can this be a serious question that someone wrote to an online answer guru? Are people really that deep of thinkers? If you're that worried about it, don't drink.

I'm going to quote (or at least close-to-quote) Mike Grosz on this one, "Save the children, don't recycle."


Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I can't wait to come home every day to change out of my scrubs and get into, well, scrubs.

My sister-in-law, Jade, forwarded me this because it reminded her of me. I'm not sure what that says about me (or what she thinks of me), but I'm going to take it as a compliment that she remembers my name. I don't know where it came from and I'm about 89.43% sure I am the last person to see it, but nevertheless...I enjoyed it and thought you (all 4 of you...thanks for becoming "official", Alison!!) would too.

1. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
2. More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.
3. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
4. I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?
5. Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
6. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
7. The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.
8. Do you remember when you were a kid playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.
9. There is a great need for sarcasm font.
10. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
11. I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.
12. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
13. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
14. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
15. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.
16. A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.
17. Was learning cursive really necessary?
18. Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".
19. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
20. Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.
21. Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".
22. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?
23. Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)...ummm...Goonies"
24. What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?
25. While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.
26. MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
27. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
28. I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
29. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
30. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
31. Bad decisions make good stories
32. Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!
33. Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?
34. If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.
35. Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....
36. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
37. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.
38. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to fall after leaning your chair back a little too far.
39. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
40. I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'
41. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
42. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
43. When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.
44. I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
45. Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...
46. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
47. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
48. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
49. I think that if, years down the road when I'm trying to have a kid, I find out that I'm sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.
50. Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.
51. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...
52. It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on and the link takes me to a video instead of text.
53. I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
54. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than with Kay.
55. The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner.

Monday, September 14, 2009

It's like a little punching bag.

So I've been told that I haven't been writing anything of substance lately. The funny thing is that I don't think I ever write anything of substance, so the "lately" part confused me a little bit. Oh, well. Here is my attempt to not just throw a picture up and call it a blog entry.

I've been refusing to go grocery shopping lately, so this is pretty much just going to sound like I'm chronically all of the restaurants I've been to in the last two weeks . Ridiculous, I know...but I'm really not in the mood the bare my soul to the world like a usually do (yes...that was a joke).

September 3rd (aka: my older brother's birthday...aka: Sarah sucks at life and didn't even send Seth a card.): After getting a texty-text from Chris to see if I wanted to partake in a little Double Dip goodness from 131 Main, I made the long trek (all of two blocks) from my house to the restaurant.

1. It wasn't an actual "Double Dip", because Chris is not a fan of avocados. Well, I guess it was a double dip, because we had twice the amount of cheese dip. Silly me.
2. I will never say "no" to 131 Main...ever. Even if I hate you.

We ended the evening by going to T1 Tapas for some martinis and 20Q fun (The booths have touch screens where you can play 20 Questions and pick out what you want on your TV. It's pretty much awesome.)

September 4th: After dinner at Max & Erma's (I can't decide if the buffalo chicken sandwich was actually the best thing I've ever had in my life or if I was just really hungry...either way, two enthusiastic, buffalo-saucy thumbs up), I went to The Dirty Martini for Lauren's birthday shindig. That place never ceases to amaze me....mainly because of all of the cripples that frequent it. I don't want to sound mean (okay, yes I do), but seriously...The Dirty Martini attracts cripples like moths to a flame. There was a guy in a wheelchair, a guy with a walker, and my very friend Angie with her crutches. Now before you go and start thinking that it was just a fluke on 9/4, I must tell you...the last time I went there was a guy in a wheelchair, a girl with a walking cast, and a gal with her arm in a sling. They should rename the place The Dirty, Crippled Martini.

September 5th: I had gotten a text from Sheesh that asked if I wanted to go to City Tavern for dinner. Do you know what I say to that??? Heck yes.

The Steeles, Chris, and I met at City Tavern for dinner and then walked to Cosmos for some drinks/dessert. After that goodness, we walked to Black Finn to watch the LSU game (I'm sure there were other games on...that's just the only one I was watching). I only remember a few things from that night (and no...that's not because of alcohol consumption...I just have a bad memory)...

-City Tavern was yummy, but failed to have half of the items on their menu.

-Our waiter at City Tavern came off as douchey and no one liked him.

-If anyone wants to wear the exact same outfit as Sheesh, just pick out dark jeans and a black shirt. You'll look like you did when you wore the same outfit as your best friend when you were in the 6th grade.

-Don't break in new heels when you're going to be walking any sort of distance.

September 6th: Sheila and I had made the brilliant plan to go shopping on Sunday morning. This plan was quickly squashed when we got to Birkdale and saw that stores didn't open until 1. As heartbreaking as that was, we decided to go drown our sorrows in some crispy green beans from PF Changs. After lunch, we went over to Chris' and baked at his pool for a couple hours before we decided that we'd go home and get ready to come back over to Chris' for some chicken enchiladas and Trivial Pursuit. When it comes to Guys vs. Girls Pop Culture 2 Trivial Pursuit, we found that the guys are better at the DVD version of the game while the gals are awesome (not that I'm partial or anything) at the game when you read the questions off of the cards.

September 10th: What is better than Soltice and Jason Mraz with Chris? Not much...I'll tell you that.

September 11th: Chris and I had planned an online Skyping date with the Fisicaros. To our horror the connection didn't work and my computer went kaput. The only thing that made me keep my sanity was the memory of our dinner we just had at Mac's. After figuring out that the computer situation was a lost cause, we made our way up to the Galway Hooker for some good times.

September 12th: Mike had emailed me a couple days before to ask if I wanted to go with him and a few of his friends to Blues, Brews, and BBQ downtown. The day still seems like a blur. We went from the festival to Strike City. I went home and got ready for dinner at 131 Main (shocker). After dinner, I went to Scott's house to watch the end of a poker game and then we made our way to Corkscrew and Fox & Hound. I'm yawning now just thinking about how tired I was at the end of that night.

September 13th: This is all I have to say about Sunday...
Hamburger Helper (yum!).
Three Olives Berry.
It was lover-ly.

Phew....I hope that was enough substance.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

I actual tears.

I saw this on the Award Family Photos website and I laughed so hard at the picture and one of the captions that I thought I'd share this little slice of happiness with my nearest and dearest....

Do do do do doo… Here I am walking down the street in my Speedo. Oops… what time is it? Let me check my trusty watch. Yup. It’s Speedo time! Lucky me! Do do do do dooo!

You are welcome.

Monday, September 7, 2009

This one is for you, Julie...

It's not the best quality, but it was too good to not post...

Now....a few thoughts...

1. Did they seriously raise the roof in their Snuggies?

2. Did they REALLY just play Pictionary and the "artwork" was of a Snuggie...while they wore a Snuggie??

3. Haley needs a Snuggie....and possibly a pair of reading glasses!!!!

Sunday, September 6, 2009

A Yearbookin' Ode to the Steeles...

I can't believe I had such an oversight. How did I miss yearbooking two of my dearest friends?? I suck. That's how. you get an entire posts of Scott and Sheeshers! Lucky you!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Like a red-headed stepchild...

Here's my weekly update. You know you're dying to find out...

Wednesday: I finally got to see Eric Hutchinson live. Jealous? No? Well, okay then. Maybe after I tell you this gem you will be...
After dinner at Hawthorne's (ps...don't order the buffalo chicken's not very buffalo-y), we went to get primo seats at the Visulite. "What???", you ask, "Primo seats where you can see the stage and everything??"
Yes, dear ones...we had fantastic seats where we could have made visual contact with Eric Hutchinson's sweaty bangs.
Unfortunately, I didn't take stupid tall girls into account when we were picking out our seats. Of course, the people that went (Scott, Sheesh, Chris, and I) aren't known for their confrontational skills, so we were nothing but passive-aggressive in trying to get the girls to move (ie. saying "I wish I could SEE...if only PEOPLE wouldn't stand in front of us" and I tried flicking my straw absent-mindedly towards them so that they would wonder where the cold drops were coming from and move). Of course, they could see perfectly (and apparently hear each other perfectly, because they wouldn't shut up), so they were not going to move.
Although I SAW very little of Eric Hutchinson's show, I have to was still great.

Friday: After work, I went to a party with Beth. Normally I'm not so comfortable when I only know one person, but I have to wasn't so bad. It actually wasn't bad at all! I realized that I should probably get out of my comfort zone more often. Oh, wait...who am I kidding?? I will use this party as an "I already got out of my comfort zone this year!" excuse from now until December.

Saturday/Sunday: I drifted in and out of consciousness, only showering late in the evening because I couldn't go to bed at night with greaseball hair. I watched two "classic" movies (Mallrats and Big) and talked to Gary like he was human. Quite relaxing if I do say so myself.

Monday: After work I became obsessed with poker on Facebook. I was playing my cousin for about 3 hours. Poker is a lot of fun when you're not playing with real money. "Yes! I will raise you $20, I say! I will never fold....NEV-ER (I don't care if I have a 2 and a 9, that could be something, right?????)!!"

Well, that's all I have for now. I hope you all have a great September (when did summer end!?!?!?!)!!

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Just a little yearbookin'...

I obviously had too much time on my hands today and decided to yearbook some of my friends. They are really in no particular order...Sam in 1970 (yeah...she's black...I think she pulls it off quite well).

Ali in 1980 (they didn't have too many Filipino bodies to choose from...sorry, doll).

Wendy in 1974

Thomas in 1952

Me in 1966

Mom in 1982

Mike in 1990

Laura in 1992

Julie in 1996

Emily in 1962

Chris in 2000

Brian in 1996

Beth in 1980

I have no idea why I found that so darn fun. Sorry if you are offended by your picture.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Snoochie Boochies

I just realized that I could have added a few pictures from the last couple months...

Playing Miniature Golf

Daniel did something amazing...or at least he made some kind of contact with the ball.

Sam was determined to have Will hold the club the correct way. She kept saying, "Daniel is doing it better than you!" I'm not sure how that's supposed to help promote high self-esteem.

Randomly Attacking Chris
I don't know if you can tell, but they pretty much love him.

Only Chris was taking direction. Will and Daniel were too engrossed in Spongebob Squarepants.

Daniel was laid back...with his mind on his money and his money on his mind. I don't think I've ever seen a two year old look so chill.

J's New Apartment
Look! A door!

Look! A kitchen!

Look! A living room/dining room!

Cardinals Game in STL
A picture of Brad and his brother, Paul, on the Jumbo Tron.

Ali showing off what he's learned from all his friends who work at Show Me's.

Poker Game at Beth's
Wendy and Mike

Chris, Wendy, and Sammy

Glenn, me, and Christina

Beth and Scott

Okay, now I feel like I'm really caught up. Good stuff.