Vacay Dropping

First, a quick dialogue heard today in DSW:

Woman #1: You aren't getting anything?!?
Woman#2: No. I'm going to spend my money in HAWAII. Plus, those hiking boots I got last year when we went to HAWAII were perfect and so comfortable for walking on the VOLCANOES.

There are a couple of things to note here. For starters the vacay dropping. We love the fact that you've been to Hawaii at LEAST twice Woman #2, but really? In DSW? Second, I sense that someone's bitter about walking out of DSW empty handed. I mean, how can that really happen? The law of averages in that place is INSANE. They have so many shoes that it's nearly impossible to not find something. And everything is typically, always on sale. It's like a shoe Macy's - they have sales just 'cause.

What gets me is that Woman #2 was there when I got there. So, she was trying to decide what shoes to get for Hawaii for quite some time (I was there for an hour and she was in front of me in line). And I'm the most indecisive person in the world. Wait. I stand corrected. She did end up with a purchase for Hawaii - she ended up getting an umbrella. Because you'll need an umbrella MORE in Hawaii than you will a pair super cute sandals. Whatever. 

Can you imagine what this woman is like after an "all's clear" yearly. Or how she was when she found out she was preggers?? (She had her daughter with her - which is why there's the preggers comment. Daughter was very distraught that money was being saved for Hawaii, because she wanted a pair of sandals and was extremely unhappy about the decision to get an umbrella instead - wtf?!?) I bet she celebrated with a shoe-less trip to Hawaii. 

Standing behind them in line I kept to myself that I very happily found a pair of shoes that will be donned under the most beautiful dress in the world, a dress more beautiful than Hawaii - my wedding dress.

Except for now :)

Really? You're going to ask about that in the elevator??

I get that summer is about spending time outdoors. Often times people can tell that you did so by the golden color of your skin - or sometimes the red color if you aren't as careful. Which I guess is what I'm trying to get at. Time in the sun doesn't equal younger appearance or smaller waistlines. It may give that impression. At first. But down the line you are going to look like a 70 year old leather jacket by the age of 35. When, I ask you, has that EVER been the epitomy of cute, praytell?!? What spawned this thought process and subsequent blog is the following conversation between me and a coworker of mine in the elevator at lunch time. Me: Hey! How are you doing? Did you have a good weekend? Coworker: I'm good it was great! Me: Yeah it was so hot out - we just relaxed by the (cutoff by coworker) Coworker: Yea, you don't look like you spent ANY time outside. (coworker exits elevator) I was left a little dumbfounded by this conversation. A.) because where do my coworkers get off reminding me of the fact that I am pasty white? B.) since when is being tan at work a requirement - so what, you're going give me a lower performance review because I am not golden brown?!? Don't even. (but may not put it past them) C.) this coworker was male. Since when do guys care about tans? And! Moreover, most guys I know like young, fertile looking women. Not leather jackety, alligator skin looking 30 year olds. I have a man at home who loves me & all my pasty white glory. And if he doesn't he does a really good job of hiding it. Keep up the good work honey!

I'm baaaaack

So, I know I haven't blogged here in a while. Life got a bit crazy. What with getting involved with a serious relationship that snowballed into an engagement and now planning for a wedding in November - to managing life with a rambunctious 3 year old - to working like crazy - to exercising - and then trying to make time for Mike and I to enjoy each others company. There some days where I feel like even if I WANTED to blog I couldn't physically bring myself to do so. Now that I have realized how much I have MISSED blogging. I'm getting back into it. And I'm really excited about it. This blog will still remain the non-sensical blog about really nothing blog, and my other blog will still remain the wedding events and goings on blog. Keep coming back for more!

Things I've Learned While Being Sick

1.) Sleep. I have a new appreciation for sleep. As well as the realization that I am grossly deprived of it. 2.) Phlegm. This is how it's spelled. And it attaches itself to every orifice of your body when you are sick. (+50 for the use of orifice.) 3.) The 3rd Hour of The Today Show. Is worthless. Kathie Lee is worthless. Why. Why. Why. 4.) If your fever gets high enough, your eye balls feel like they are going to pop out of your head. Only cure for this is sleep. 5.) Lovie. And how much it sucks not being able to give him sweet Lovie kisses. 6.) All Better. I want to be this.

Not yet a man, but not a boy either

Guys are lucky because they look younger than they really are for quite a while. Some, in their 20's don't look a day over 14. Like today, when I went to fill my birth control pills. The little guy who took my prescription information looked to be about 14. I made life very awkward for him, read below: ManBoy: "Is this going to be all for you today?" Me: "Yes, but I have a question that I'd like to ask the pharmacist." ManBoy: "I am a pharmacy intern, how can I help you." Me: *thinking: WTF you're like 14.* "OK. I started my period today. Can I start taking my birth control pills today, or I do have to wait until my cycle is over?" ManBoy: *BLUSHING* "First you want to take two pregnancy tests 5 minutes apart..." Me: "There's no way I'm pregnant." ManBoy: "OK. Then yes. You can start taking them today." Me: "Thank you!" So, I'm pretty sure he was glad to see me leave. Until I go to pick up my PILLS and he rings me up again! Haha. And yes, he was blushing. Serves you right, manBOY!

Super Bowl Sunday

In honor of the Super Bowl, today February 1, 2009, I thought I would give you a little insight into the Top 10 things I know about this fine sport. First, the Washington Redskins are from Washington, D.C. Not Washington state. This may seem obvious but I thought they were from Wash. State until sometime in middle school. Second, football is Americana. Just like hot dogs and apple pie. And apparently an obscene amount of commercial breaks. Third, football games will never be "To Be Continued..." Thank gawd! Fourth, Virginia doesn't have a pro football team. Wait a second. We don't have any pro teams. Hogwash. Fifth, my Mom just dropped a bunch of hangers and I'm going to continue to write this blog about football. Sixth, football players are manly men however, they have quite taken to grabbing each others nether regions. Don't call them gay though. Or they will shoot themselves in the foot. Seventh, never let a football player around a gun. Eighth, the Detroit Lions should relocate if they ever want to have a shot at a good football team. Or. Recruit Eminem. Don't argue with me. They suck. They can't be picky. Ninth, the yellow line on the football field is not real. I don't know enough about football to tell you the name of this line. But it's a yellow one that doesn't exist when you are there in person. Tenth, an episode of The Office should follow every football game.

Great Expectations

Have you ever gone into something with these amazing expectations that this something was going to be the something to end all somethings?? And then you get there and you're expecting the something to come to you all night, but...it never does? So, I saw Slumdog Millionaire. It was a great movie. But I wanted it to be sadder. I was expecting super, duper, never seen before in the movies sad. What ended up happening was not that sad. At least not as sad as I had expected. I really wanted to cry that night. I wanted to be in there and just sob. However, Titantic, yes the one with Kate Winslet and Leo, was sadder than Slumdog. Slumdog is better all around--since you don't go into the movie knowing the outcome. But wait! That's another good point!! Titantic was still sad, like made me sob sad, even having gone into it knowing *spoiler alert* that the ship was going to sink. The root of all this "Slumdog saddness" started with Elliot from DC 101 saying on his morning show that it made HIM cry. He's the most non-crying person ever. So, I was all ramped up to think that I was FOR SURE going to sob. I would be an effing blubbering mess. And welp, if I haven't said it enough already, I wasn't. So, I need to see it again. Because now I know that I won't cry. So I won't be expecting a movie that makes me cry.