Yes, I know. That's all I'm going to say. However, a lot has gone on in my head these past few months...
I'm sure you've all seen either commercials for or advertisements of "Cuties." Nope, it's not some new product. It's a box of tangerines. Or clementines. Whatever. A box of oranges that a company has RENAMED "Cuties" to appeal to children. You can't just RENAME a fruit. It's an orange (or tangerine or clementine). That's what it is. That would be like if I started referring to bananas as "Yellowsticks" b/c I like the way that sounds. They're bananas. And oranges. And frogs. And anything else that already. has. a name.
Kris pointed this out to me the other day, and I realized I've done this my whole life. When I eat french fries, I poke around at each of them until I find the "perfect" one. Apparently, it looks like I'm just sitting there touching each one (I guess he thought I had some sort of weird OCD behavior or something...) until I find one to eat, but I'm just trying to find the "best" one. Now, what constitutes the "best" one is beyond me. Sometimes I like the crunchy ones, sometimes the soft ones, always the salty ones... But I like to eat my french fries in order of preference.
I love my mother. Words can't explain. Of course I have 28 years of memories with her (good LORD I'm old), but this one in particular stands out to me. 2 years ago, after I got out of the hospital, I had to wear a colostomy bag (filtered my kidney b/c it wasn't working) for an additional 2 weeks or so. Gross, I know. Another gross thing...showering was impossible, b/c it couldn't get wet, so I had to improvise. My wonderful mother would tape plastic bags around the site of the bag's tube so it wouldn't get wet, and I'd be able to take a bath in a small amount of water. Now, here's where the great Mom memory comes in. She would wash my hair for me every day in the sink. I know it seems so silly, but it was such a special time for us. We'd talk and joke around and she'd take time out of her day, every day, to sit and wash my hair. It was so lovely...I love having my hair washed. It reminded me of when I was a baby (yes, I remember being in the womb, people) and she'd wash my hair in the bath. I'll never forget that.
Another Mom memory? That time in the hospital with my colostomy bag...she drew a face on it so it was like my little friend that was attached to my lower back. Hilarious.
The other night at Supper Club, my friends and I all went around and laughed about the "annoying traits" of our significant others, all in good fun of course. Kris and I did not participate in said discussion at them time, although I've come to find out that it's probably b/c Kris has too many about me to name :) I discovered one last night though, that makes me chuckle, b/c I've always done this, and I can see how it's annoying. I've always been a milk drinker. Ever since I can remember, my mom kept a glass of milk in the fridge for me to drink whenever I feel like it. Therefore, I still carry this habit along with me. And I've carried it to Kris's apartment. I've always had this feeling that me having a full of half full glass of milk in the fridge at all times bugs the bejesus out of him, but he's never said anything, so I've just continued to do it (sorry, honey). Until last night. I was at the grocery store and he called me with a new "standing household rule." No more milk in a cup in the fridge. Sounds like someone spilled someone's glass of milk... It was so cute the way he said it, and he didn't get mad at me at all, so I agreed to the new rule. Now, I only pour a small glass of milk every time and make sure I drink it all. We'll probably go through more cups this way, but at least my annoying habit won't bug him anymore :)
Monday, April 4, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
2010 Re-cap
Last year around this time, I posted my list of 50 New Year's "resolutions" for 2010. I thought it'd be cool to re-post the list and see how I did in keeping them all year.
1. Make cake pops This did not happen, but I have been quite the little culinary student lately - my boyfriend has been very patient with me in the kitchen and has taught me so much. Maybe we'll make cake pops in 2011...
2. Give up fast food, candy and (here's the big one) alcohol for Lent (February 17-April 3) Yup, did this. Didn't cheat once, and plan to do it all over again for Lent this year.
3. Meet my new neighbors (and start playing Bunco!) I had a party in May and met a few of them, but never really got involved with the Bunco group.
4. Call my grandmothers more often I do call / visit / send cards as often as I can, but there's always room for inmprovement in this department. Call your grandmother today.
5. Win something I was able to walk away from the NYE balloon drop the other night with 2 dollar bills, and some free drink tickets - does that count?!
6. Meet a celeb This actually just happened. Wednesday night, 12/29, Kris and I were at Via Lounge, a club in Buckhead, and met and hung out with Ben Curtis, the "Dell Dude." Nice guy...drank white wine all night.
7. Blog more often Eh, this waxes and wanes.
8. Clip coupons Kris and I are pros at this. Look at me...pros.
9. Attend a wine tasting Not an actual wine tasting, but I usually taste wine every night :)
10. Be insanely organized Nothing new to report here. Could always improve in this area. I did, however, re-organize a cabinet at Kris's last night, and felt a great sense of accomplishment in doing so.
11. Go greener We talk about using the "green" (fabric, re-usable) bags at Kroger, b/c Kris and I go every day...but we've yet to do it. Maybe this year...
12. Stop letting traffic fluster me Ha.
13. Donate blood, b/c I forgot to in 2009 I gave some of of B+ blood to the American Red Cross in either September or October. Go me.
14. Get a new wallet Nope, and I still need one. So does Kristopher, considering how his entire wallet took a swim in the washing machine and dryer yesterday...
15. Not have kidney stones / problems Fail. Stupid kidneys. Better than 2009 though!
16. Re-do my iPod I did indeed! It helps when your boyfriend is a dj and all you do is listen to music.
17. Don't buy things unless I actually need them Ha.
18. Take a bath in my new garden tub Yes, but only like 2. The water gets cold before it fills all the way up! It is good for shaving my legs though.
19. Cook using my cookbooks See #1.
20. Stop picking my lip Ha, and yet this has made my 2011 Resolutions list.
21. Add more of my own personal touches to my new home Not yet, as I've learned that this calls for money, which I don't have much to spare.
22. Stop hitting the snooze button so much This has actually gotten worse. I cannot stop doing it! Except for this morning actually. I didn't snooze at all! Weird.
23. Get real sun this summer at the pool (and not just at the tanning bed) Jenny and I layed out a bit at her pool on Fridays over the summer, and Diana and I enjoyed many pool days as well, so I had quite the nice real tan going on for awhile.
24. Improve my golf game I hit balls once this year. Once. I think I shall sell my clubs...
25. Focus on quality rather than quantity Always ongoing :)
26. Make a pizza from scratch (or, just plain make anything from scratch!) Again, see #1. And, Kris and I make things from scratch all the time! Last night? Meatballs! I rolled meatballs with my hands!
27. Get the ball rolling with the patent for my invention (like I'm gonna tell you what that is yet!) Not even close. But someday.
28. Be charming enough to be sent flowers :) Nope, no flowers :(
29. Re-read all of the Twilight books...again What do you think?! :)
30. Host a BBQ (hmmmm, need a grill for this...) Did both - got a grill (which is now broken...) and hosted a summer BBQ.
31. Go somewhere via airplane Sadly, no.
32. Roll my own sushi No, but I sure do eat it from restaurants a lot!
33. Continue to get 8+ hours of sleep each night before work What is 8 hours of sleep? I really need to work on this one.
34. Be a better daughter / sister / friend / employee Can always improve upon this one.
35. Keep a plant alive Um, haven't really tried, but I do maintain my own lawn!
36. Give foods I hate another chance We all know my weird thing with onions. Well, Kris likes and puts onions in everything, so b/c of him, I give them chances.
36. Get my headaches / migraines checked out No, but they weren't really that bad or unmanageable in 2010.
37. Visit my friend Courtney in Alabama more often Was terrible at this one - didn't go once :(
38. Mow my own grass / take care of my own yard without any help See # 35!
39. Be on Jeopardy I didn't make the cut for 2010, but I am most def going to audition again at the end of the month!
40. Teach Peanut new tricks Nothing "new" per se, but she has been perfecting her best trick, sleeping, quite a bit lately :)
41. Learn how to do the manual transmission / "drift" feature on Mario Kart Not in the least, but Kris and I have beaten the crap out of every Donkey Kong game (via Wii) in only the past month.
42. Visit a museum Unfortch no.
43. Quit saying "I'm sorry" so much I'm pretty sure this is never going to change.
44. Check my voicemails before calling people back I have 16 voicemails on my phone right now from people wishing me Happy Birthday 2 days ago...maybe I'll check them.
45. Grow a tough skin Still working on this one.
46. Eat at Hal's (er, make a boy take me to dinner there) Ate there with a couple friends back in August (my friend Ryan and his girlfriend for Ryan's birthday). I paid for myself. Boom.
47. Take a class of some sort...preferably with my friends We tried to do Sips & Strokes recently, but it's hard to get everyone's schedules to cooperate.
48. Really give some thought to writing my book Not really, but I will.
49. Stop picking hangnails Yup, again something that's probably never going to change.
50. Keep up with my gym / diet regimen Very much so...until I met Kris :) I call the extra 5 pounds "love chub." Back to the gym and HealtheTrim I go!
1. Make cake pops This did not happen, but I have been quite the little culinary student lately - my boyfriend has been very patient with me in the kitchen and has taught me so much. Maybe we'll make cake pops in 2011...
2. Give up fast food, candy and (here's the big one) alcohol for Lent (February 17-April 3) Yup, did this. Didn't cheat once, and plan to do it all over again for Lent this year.
3. Meet my new neighbors (and start playing Bunco!) I had a party in May and met a few of them, but never really got involved with the Bunco group.
4. Call my grandmothers more often I do call / visit / send cards as often as I can, but there's always room for inmprovement in this department. Call your grandmother today.
5. Win something I was able to walk away from the NYE balloon drop the other night with 2 dollar bills, and some free drink tickets - does that count?!
6. Meet a celeb This actually just happened. Wednesday night, 12/29, Kris and I were at Via Lounge, a club in Buckhead, and met and hung out with Ben Curtis, the "Dell Dude." Nice guy...drank white wine all night.
7. Blog more often Eh, this waxes and wanes.
8. Clip coupons Kris and I are pros at this. Look at me...pros.
9. Attend a wine tasting Not an actual wine tasting, but I usually taste wine every night :)
10. Be insanely organized Nothing new to report here. Could always improve in this area. I did, however, re-organize a cabinet at Kris's last night, and felt a great sense of accomplishment in doing so.
11. Go greener We talk about using the "green" (fabric, re-usable) bags at Kroger, b/c Kris and I go every day...but we've yet to do it. Maybe this year...
12. Stop letting traffic fluster me Ha.
13. Donate blood, b/c I forgot to in 2009 I gave some of of B+ blood to the American Red Cross in either September or October. Go me.
14. Get a new wallet Nope, and I still need one. So does Kristopher, considering how his entire wallet took a swim in the washing machine and dryer yesterday...
15. Not have kidney stones / problems Fail. Stupid kidneys. Better than 2009 though!
16. Re-do my iPod I did indeed! It helps when your boyfriend is a dj and all you do is listen to music.
17. Don't buy things unless I actually need them Ha.
18. Take a bath in my new garden tub Yes, but only like 2. The water gets cold before it fills all the way up! It is good for shaving my legs though.
19. Cook using my cookbooks See #1.
20. Stop picking my lip Ha, and yet this has made my 2011 Resolutions list.
21. Add more of my own personal touches to my new home Not yet, as I've learned that this calls for money, which I don't have much to spare.
22. Stop hitting the snooze button so much This has actually gotten worse. I cannot stop doing it! Except for this morning actually. I didn't snooze at all! Weird.
23. Get real sun this summer at the pool (and not just at the tanning bed) Jenny and I layed out a bit at her pool on Fridays over the summer, and Diana and I enjoyed many pool days as well, so I had quite the nice real tan going on for awhile.
24. Improve my golf game I hit balls once this year. Once. I think I shall sell my clubs...
25. Focus on quality rather than quantity Always ongoing :)
26. Make a pizza from scratch (or, just plain make anything from scratch!) Again, see #1. And, Kris and I make things from scratch all the time! Last night? Meatballs! I rolled meatballs with my hands!
27. Get the ball rolling with the patent for my invention (like I'm gonna tell you what that is yet!) Not even close. But someday.
28. Be charming enough to be sent flowers :) Nope, no flowers :(
29. Re-read all of the Twilight books...again What do you think?! :)
30. Host a BBQ (hmmmm, need a grill for this...) Did both - got a grill (which is now broken...) and hosted a summer BBQ.
31. Go somewhere via airplane Sadly, no.
32. Roll my own sushi No, but I sure do eat it from restaurants a lot!
33. Continue to get 8+ hours of sleep each night before work What is 8 hours of sleep? I really need to work on this one.
34. Be a better daughter / sister / friend / employee Can always improve upon this one.
35. Keep a plant alive Um, haven't really tried, but I do maintain my own lawn!
36. Give foods I hate another chance We all know my weird thing with onions. Well, Kris likes and puts onions in everything, so b/c of him, I give them chances.
36. Get my headaches / migraines checked out No, but they weren't really that bad or unmanageable in 2010.
37. Visit my friend Courtney in Alabama more often Was terrible at this one - didn't go once :(
38. Mow my own grass / take care of my own yard without any help See # 35!
39. Be on Jeopardy I didn't make the cut for 2010, but I am most def going to audition again at the end of the month!
40. Teach Peanut new tricks Nothing "new" per se, but she has been perfecting her best trick, sleeping, quite a bit lately :)
41. Learn how to do the manual transmission / "drift" feature on Mario Kart Not in the least, but Kris and I have beaten the crap out of every Donkey Kong game (via Wii) in only the past month.
42. Visit a museum Unfortch no.
43. Quit saying "I'm sorry" so much I'm pretty sure this is never going to change.
44. Check my voicemails before calling people back I have 16 voicemails on my phone right now from people wishing me Happy Birthday 2 days ago...maybe I'll check them.
45. Grow a tough skin Still working on this one.
46. Eat at Hal's (er, make a boy take me to dinner there) Ate there with a couple friends back in August (my friend Ryan and his girlfriend for Ryan's birthday). I paid for myself. Boom.
47. Take a class of some sort...preferably with my friends We tried to do Sips & Strokes recently, but it's hard to get everyone's schedules to cooperate.
48. Really give some thought to writing my book Not really, but I will.
49. Stop picking hangnails Yup, again something that's probably never going to change.
50. Keep up with my gym / diet regimen Very much so...until I met Kris :) I call the extra 5 pounds "love chub." Back to the gym and HealtheTrim I go!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Letter to My Boyfriend
Dear Boyfriend,
I'm sorry I cry all the time. I know it's annoying, but it's who I am. I'll try not to do it as much.
Thank you for your patience with me in the kitchen. I've never been a cook, but I'm trying. For you :)
I think you're beautiful and you still make my heart flutter.
I try really hard to be quiet in the mornings and not wake you up, even though I'm sure I'm loud and you want to kill me.
The notes you write me make. my. day. I save them all.
I love the way you smell.
You've turned me into a cat person, which I never thought I'd be, and I'm actually really content with this.
Thank you for always driving us places. Your truck is cooler than my car anyways.
2 words: dj voice.
I think it's cute how we have started talking alike and adopting each other's sayings.
My friends adore you.
I adore you.
I enjoy waking up in the mornings and seeing your middle-of-the-night FB posting. It makes me laugh.
Thank you for putting up with me. I say it all the time, but I'm a pill and a handful, and you're a godsend for being able to handle me...and do it well.
July 24 was the best day of my life.
You're my best friend.
Love,
Me
I'm sorry I cry all the time. I know it's annoying, but it's who I am. I'll try not to do it as much.
Thank you for your patience with me in the kitchen. I've never been a cook, but I'm trying. For you :)
I think you're beautiful and you still make my heart flutter.
I try really hard to be quiet in the mornings and not wake you up, even though I'm sure I'm loud and you want to kill me.
The notes you write me make. my. day. I save them all.
I love the way you smell.
You've turned me into a cat person, which I never thought I'd be, and I'm actually really content with this.
Thank you for always driving us places. Your truck is cooler than my car anyways.
2 words: dj voice.
I think it's cute how we have started talking alike and adopting each other's sayings.
My friends adore you.
I adore you.
I enjoy waking up in the mornings and seeing your middle-of-the-night FB posting. It makes me laugh.
Thank you for putting up with me. I say it all the time, but I'm a pill and a handful, and you're a godsend for being able to handle me...and do it well.
July 24 was the best day of my life.
You're my best friend.
Love,
Me
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Someone texted me the other day and told me to update my blog
You're welcome.
I really look up to my bosses. All of them, for many reasons, but I'm going to cite 2 examples.
One of my bosses gets sales calls constantly. All. The. Time. All on his voicemail. Rather than ignore the messages and avoid the calls, he literally returns every single call (or, has me return them, but that's irrelevant...), even if he's not interested or wants nothing to do with the person. He has me call and thank the individual or company for their communication, apologize for not getting back sooner, and say that at this point in time, we're just not interested. It may seem like such a simple, pointless effort, and it really takes no time at all, but I truly think it speaks volumes about my boss's character and how he does business. I'm sure these salespeople would have no idea if my boss returned their call / email or didn't return it, but just the fact that he has me do that for every single one of them is really, really neat. I love the fact that he cares more about the person-to-person contact and relationship-building within a business environment than he does about his "valuable, billable time" or anything else that a powerful partner of a firm may otherwise think. How cool.
We send important packages of information to clients all the time. One of my bosses (a different one) in particular will, within every package, include a handwritten note along with the other information we're sending. Not a typed note, not a Post-It, a handwritten note on our company letterhead, just thanking the client for their business, and maybe a quick 1-2 line personal, candid sentence. That's it. So simple, yet speaks so much about that person-to-person contact, business relationship-building that I was talking about earlier. Very inspiring.
I feel very lucky to work for everyone for whom I work, and at such a great company, but these two individuals and circumstances in particular really solidify my feelings. I may hate to get up in the morning, and my hour-long commute sure does blow, but I'm blessed to have my job...and a great one at that.
Happy Wednesday :)
I really look up to my bosses. All of them, for many reasons, but I'm going to cite 2 examples.
One of my bosses gets sales calls constantly. All. The. Time. All on his voicemail. Rather than ignore the messages and avoid the calls, he literally returns every single call (or, has me return them, but that's irrelevant...), even if he's not interested or wants nothing to do with the person. He has me call and thank the individual or company for their communication, apologize for not getting back sooner, and say that at this point in time, we're just not interested. It may seem like such a simple, pointless effort, and it really takes no time at all, but I truly think it speaks volumes about my boss's character and how he does business. I'm sure these salespeople would have no idea if my boss returned their call / email or didn't return it, but just the fact that he has me do that for every single one of them is really, really neat. I love the fact that he cares more about the person-to-person contact and relationship-building within a business environment than he does about his "valuable, billable time" or anything else that a powerful partner of a firm may otherwise think. How cool.
We send important packages of information to clients all the time. One of my bosses (a different one) in particular will, within every package, include a handwritten note along with the other information we're sending. Not a typed note, not a Post-It, a handwritten note on our company letterhead, just thanking the client for their business, and maybe a quick 1-2 line personal, candid sentence. That's it. So simple, yet speaks so much about that person-to-person contact, business relationship-building that I was talking about earlier. Very inspiring.
I feel very lucky to work for everyone for whom I work, and at such a great company, but these two individuals and circumstances in particular really solidify my feelings. I may hate to get up in the morning, and my hour-long commute sure does blow, but I'm blessed to have my job...and a great one at that.
Happy Wednesday :)
Monday, September 13, 2010
I wish I was a man
Seriously. My life would be so. much. easier.
Getting ready would take 5 minutes rather than 1 hour.
I wouldn't cry at the drop of a hat.
I wouldn't be so emotional.
I wouldn't constantly over analyze or think something's wrong when it's not.
Basically, I wouldn't care as much. Which could be a good thing.
I would know how to take care of my car when something's wrong with it.
I would probably make more money. And, subsequently, not spend as much.
I wouldn't have to get my nails or hair done.
One word - pregnancy.
Another word - childbirth.
I probably wouldn't be scared of spiders.
I wouldn't count calories.
Using nasty bar bathroom would be so much easier and more sanitary.
I'd be taken more seriously.
I'd have better hair than I do now.
Maybe my ACL would still be intact.
My excessive drinking would be more socially acceptable.
Groomsmen have it WAY easier than bridesmaids.
3 more words - shaving my legs.
Back to the whole "I probably wouldn't care as much" thing...I would most likely have 0.00% stress in my life.
No makeup.
My excessive sweating wouldn't be so frowned upon if I was a guy.
I'd probably be more of a heartbreaker than my usual heartbroken.
Wouldn't have to lug around a 10 pound purse every day.
Bras aren't the most comfortable thing in the world to wear...
Living alone or being scared of getting attacked or raped wouldn't be so scary or an issue.
Society doesn't put as much pressure on men as they do women about getting married or having kids.
I'd be more athletic.
All that said, I can't help but think of this song while typing this post. Guess I should embrace the fact that I am, in fact, a girl...
Getting ready would take 5 minutes rather than 1 hour.
I wouldn't cry at the drop of a hat.
I wouldn't be so emotional.
I wouldn't constantly over analyze or think something's wrong when it's not.
Basically, I wouldn't care as much. Which could be a good thing.
I would know how to take care of my car when something's wrong with it.
I would probably make more money. And, subsequently, not spend as much.
I wouldn't have to get my nails or hair done.
One word - pregnancy.
Another word - childbirth.
I probably wouldn't be scared of spiders.
I wouldn't count calories.
Using nasty bar bathroom would be so much easier and more sanitary.
I'd be taken more seriously.
I'd have better hair than I do now.
Maybe my ACL would still be intact.
My excessive drinking would be more socially acceptable.
Groomsmen have it WAY easier than bridesmaids.
3 more words - shaving my legs.
Back to the whole "I probably wouldn't care as much" thing...I would most likely have 0.00% stress in my life.
No makeup.
My excessive sweating wouldn't be so frowned upon if I was a guy.
I'd probably be more of a heartbreaker than my usual heartbroken.
Wouldn't have to lug around a 10 pound purse every day.
Bras aren't the most comfortable thing in the world to wear...
Living alone or being scared of getting attacked or raped wouldn't be so scary or an issue.
Society doesn't put as much pressure on men as they do women about getting married or having kids.
I'd be more athletic.
All that said, I can't help but think of this song while typing this post. Guess I should embrace the fact that I am, in fact, a girl...
Monday, August 9, 2010
100th Post
So, I kinda think this is a big deal. 100 posts is a lot, right? I guess I should signify this milestone in some way. In the true blogging style of one Kimberly Cox, I guess I'll make this entry have 100 bulletpoints. Here we go:
- I have come up with the cheapest and greatest alarm system ever for my home. I don't turn on the air during the day when I'm at work. When I get home at night, it's a cool 96 degrees in my house. I no longer fear someone waiting in my dark house to kill me, b/c there's no way someone could hang out in that heat for longer than 3 minutes. I'm giving ADT a run for their money.
- I hate checking my voicemail. Don't leave me messages. I have caller ID...
- I've been wearing the same perfume since high school. Bonus points if you can name it.
- I hate when my neighbors on either side of me mow their lawns, b/c that means I have to then mow mine. Thanks, guys.
- The Panama Canal blows my mind.
- I just finished reading the late summer issue of Jezebel magazine, and realize I need to make more money.
- Is it dumb of me to want an iPad if I have a BlackBerry? I don't know if I can justify this indulgence.
- I'm a huge fan of frozen food. Lean Pockets should be a food group of their own.
- Speaking of Lean Pockets - they taste exactly like Hot Pockets. Why would you eat a Hot Pocket over a Lean Pocket? The people who make Lean Pockets must be the same people who make Diet Dr. Pepper taste more like regular Dr. Pepper.
- I wish I knew who my "actual" grandparents were. My dad was adopted. Apparently, my grandfather was some big-wig at Lockheed back in the 50's and my grandmother was his Polynesian secretary. Scandal, much?
- It's very possible to get lost on YouTube and forget what you originally logged-on to see.
- There is nothing I don't Google. Nothing.
- If you held a gun to my head and asked me to differentiate Widespread Panic and Phish, well, I'd be dead.
- I don't know if this is b/c it's summertime or what, but lately I've been having cravings for corn and blueberries constantly. It's so weird.
- In 7th grade, our Social Studies teacher asked if any of us had been out of the country before, specifically around the Caribbean. I raised my hand with a real whopper - I told her and the class how I went to Cuba the summer before. She let me go on and on, talking about how I'd been to Cuba. It wasn't until years later that I learned you just can't go to Cuba. I still feel like a rahtard.
- I am a wealth of contradictions - I hate Oreos, but I love Cookies and Cream ice cream, I hate onions but I love onion rings, I hate sweating but I refuse to turn on my air...
- My 27th year has been the best year of my life so far. Some call it a "quarter life crisis." I call it a "quarter life celebration."
- I could have missed so much more class in high school than I did. I could have studied less. At the time I thought it was sooo important. Yeah, it did help me get into the best university EVER (shameless Dawg plug), but did I really have to be such a school nerd?
- I am obsessed with naming animals food names. Some other names in contention before I selected Peanut for my dog? Biscuit, Cheddar, Butter, Chicken. For real. I had a dog named Cookies in college, but she ran away before I got too attached.
- Speaking of Cookies, I caught one of my roommates in college kicking Cookies once. I'm sorry, but only I am allowed to kick my dog, not you.
- Fave food categories? #1 Mexican by a landslide. #2 Sushi (Japanese). #3 Italian. #4 Fast (food). #5 Southern.
- I put salt on ev-ree-thing. Even though I know my kidneys can't really process it, I still do it. Have you tasted salt? It's delicious. I put salt on my Lean Pocket today.
- I wanted to change my name to Angel in 6th grade. I even tried signing my school papers "Angel." I'm so embarrassed.
- It scares me how hot Zac Efron is. I don't understand how being that good-looking is even possible. Him, and Robert Pattinson.
- Whenever I'm at the doctor / hospital, and they ask me what my pain level is (on a scale from 1-10), I always say either 8, 9 or 10. I usually just say 10, b/c they seem to take you more seriously when they think you're in a lot of pain.
- I can wrap a gift like nobody's business. This is just a recent thing though. Maybe last Christmas my mom sat me down and was like, "Ok, pay attention, b/c I'm going to teach you how to wrap a perfect present." She did, and now I rival her skills. Sorry, Mom.
- Back to #16 and my contradictions - I hate cooked salmon, but LOVE raw salmon. My last name should be Lox. God, that was dumb...
- Oh, and in regards to raw food, I eat my steak very, very rare. I like it cold and bloody. If you overcook steak, you've ruined it.
- I'm sure bartenders hate me when I order them, but I could drink mojitos constantly. They taste like my lip gloss.
- I'm obsessed with my lip gloss.
- Every girl needs a gay friend. I'm lucky - I have 2.
- I would really like to write a book one day. I think people would read it.
- So, I'm currently watching "The Next Food Network Star" and each of the contestants all have a culinary point of view. Which, of course, gets me thinking about my culinary POV, if I should have one. I might have to come back to this one, but I feel like it would have something to do with salt. Or sandwiches. Or sauce. Or cheese. I'm a fat kid.
- Uh, also, on this show right now, each of the contestants have to cook this week with their least favorite ingredient. This one guy HATES RANCH DRESSING. What? Communist.
- So, we all know that I abbreviate sentences and phrases. I do this mostly b/c I think it's awesome, but I also think it gives me an outlet to be able to say certain things to certain people that I may otherwise be unable to say, for whatever reason. Maybe I'm too scared to actually say things sometimes (what, me, speechless???) so this is how I get around it...
- I wear as many clothes as possible when I work out. The more you sweat = the more calories you burn. It's simple.
- Omg, #33..."Cooking with a Fat Kid." That's my culinary POV!
- I hold grudges like nobody's business. I'm pretty sure this has to do with my elephant memory. Those with good memories are huge grudge-holders.
- Just b/c I sit next to the printer at work, doesn't mean I know if your document printed or why it didn't print...
- I can't just read a book over time. Pretty much every book I read is done in once sitting. Every single one of the Twilight books, I read in one sitting. Last night? Up until 2am starting and finishing a book.
- So, a few posts back, I said I wasn't going to text and drive once the new law was passed. Ha.
- I actually enjoy the feeling of extreme hunger, like when my stomach is eating itself. It's refreshing.
- I also enjoy being so full I get sleepy. It's comforting.
- I am really good at telling when people I know are pregnant. Like, before they announce it. It's a gift. I know all the signs.
- Holy COW, I'm not even halfway done with this list...
- I still remember who gave me chicken pox in 5th grade. I'm still bitter.
- I can be a tad ghetto. It's fun for me, probably b/c I'm the whitest white girl ever.
- It's fun to curse around my mom. She freaks out every time I do it, and that makes me laugh.
- Give me a crossword puzzle, and I'm the happiest girl alive. [loser]
- They say that people who get skin problems / cancer from being out in the sun comes, for the most part, from when you were little and out in the sun, when your skin was so delicate. This is how I justify going to the tanning bed now.
- M. Night Shyamalan is my fave filmmaker and screenwriter. I love how he uses color in his filmmaking. Sixth Sense, red. The Village, yellow. The Happening, green. I absolutely love Signs, and predicted the ending of The Village less than halfway through the movie. I'm also sure that I'm prob his only fan.
- I wish I was a coffee drinker sometimes. I feel like that b/c I'm not, I miss out on certain things or am not as cool. I've probably been inside a Starbucks maybe 5 times in my life.
- When it comes to boys, I can get "the ick" very, very easily. Rather than labeling myself as being too picky, I like to consider it just knowing exactly. what. I. want.
- I love playing video games. Don't know if I'm "Gamer" status, but I could play Wii or PlayStation for days...
- This whole list really, REALLY makes me sound like the world's biggest loser. I'm ok with that. Maybe.
- I think Tenacious D's "Drive-Thru" skit is the funniest thing on the planet. If you haven't heard it, well, prepare to pee yourself.
- In order for me to actually skydive, I think I'd actually have to be pushed out of the plane.
- Sometimes I miss being blonde.
- It's weird to think that I lived in the same dorm my Freshman year at UGA that my dad lived in, his Freshman year at UGA. New dorms, eh?
- Cereal is underrated. I think I'm going to get back on a cereal kick. Special K, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Trix, Kix, plain Cheerios...yes, please.
- I only drink whole milk. That said, I really think I could do a Gallon Challenge.
- Why does the majority of this list have to do with food?
- I really get uncomfortable when a group of people sing "Happy Birthday" to someone. No one ever starts on key, so when you get to the high notes in the middle of the song, it sounds terrible and awkward and some people even stop singing during that portion. Every month, my firm does a birthday party with cake and ice cream for those who have birthdays that month, and I always wait like 5 minutes to go in the room b/c I hate when we sing. I was even late to my own birthday celebration at work b/c of this. Ugh, it's so awkward!
- In high school, I would put those air fresheners in my car that smell like cologne so my car would smell like boys. Drakkar Noir was my fave. I wonder if they still have those, b/c I want to do that again. I've been rockin' the fruit smell for quite some time now.
- I have ZERO recollection of when my mom was pregnant with my sister. Granted, I was 6-7, but I have a great memory and can remember a lot of things. So, I think that I've psychologically blocked this from my mind for some reason. I remember the exact moment when my mom told me she was having a baby - literally, every detail. I remember coming up with a name for my new sister. I remember helping my dad paint and get her nursery together. But I do not remember my mom's pregnant belly at all.
- I've never worked in the food industry or in retail. I worked as a greeter at a car wash throughout high school and college. I was a lifeguard. I was the HR Director at a pool management company. I've now been an administrative assistant for the past 3 1/2 years (well, 4 1/2 if you count my stint at UGA as a student worker in an office on campus).
- I'm running out of things to write about...
- Why isn't it possible for babies to remember being in the womb?
- Seeing pictures of the animals affected by the Gulf oil spill make me cry. Seriously.
- It makes me nervous when I find out people I know read my blog. I know it's out there for all to see and I published the link on my FB page, but I just don't really think about anyone (other than my dear mother) actually reading it.
- A coworker of mine got a texting-while-driving ticket today. Damn. I was hoping I'd be the first one.
- I miss organized pool games. Sharks and Minnows, Categories, Line Tag, Alligator. Those were the days.
- I put chips on my sandwiches. It makes for a delicious crunch.
- My sister just celebrated her one-year "birthday." Words cannot express how proud I am of her :')
- Omg, 25 more.
- I try and write with Sharpies whenever I can. I like a lot of ink.
- If Brendan Fraser and Jessica Alba can be actors, so can I.
- Whenever someone asks me to do something for them, I always say, "Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, he'll eat for a lifetime..." I really do.
- The reason I wear my hair up in such a high bun / updo is b/c I think my head is misshapen. Regular ponytails look weird on me.
- Zaxby's had the best ice.
- I saw a decaf Five Hour Energy last night at a gas station. Please explain that to me.
- I think I overuse exclamation points!
- I love swimming, always have, but don't anymore b/c it has given me and continues to give me man shoulders. I already have man hands, so I'm trying to retain at least some of my feminine qualities.
- I cannot stop buying, no matter how much I have, stuff from Bath and Body Works.
- Santa still comes to my mom's house. I'm 27.
- I despise cooked carrots.
- I have an irrational fear of bagel slicers. The blade looks so sharp and guillotine-like and I'm terrified I'm going to lose a finger.
- I'm tanorexic.
- Sometimes I think my dog looks like a human. Specifically an old man.
- I think I'm literally addicted to chapstick.
- I sit Indian-style 90% of the time. I also prefer sitting on the floor. I'm like a kid...
- I want my own auto-tune.
- I feel naked without perfume.
- I don't ever want to leave Georgia.
- I can't remember the last time I wore pantyhose. Tights, yes. Pantyhose, no.
- My firm is up for "Best Place to Work" in Atlanta for the 3rd year in a row. We've won the past 2 years, and no business has ever one 3 times in a row. Three-peat.
- I'm always hungover on my actual birthday.
- As addicted as I am to technology, I would be nothing without my paper planner.
- I like a little ice in my white wine sometimes, what of it?
- This took me 2 weeks to complete. Whew.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Musings
I feel like all fire stations should be red.
I don't understand why no one can locate and / or capture Osama bin Laden. Of ALL of the people and countries looking for him, you'd think that he'd been found by now. It blows my mind.
Can someone please figure out what exactly (and I mean exactly, not just what it could be) a hangover is, how NOT to get them and how to make them go away? I don't know what it is, but every single time I drink, I get a hangover. Read, a raging hangover. Oh, that's it...it's because I'M OLD. Editor's note: how not to get them cannot be dependent on me not drinking, b/c that's not an option. Alcohol is much cheaper than therapy.
My tanning bed makes appointments for "The Beast" tanning bed. It's the most powerful bed and there's just one of them in the salon, so I make an appointment so I don't have to wait. Every day, I call and make an appointment for that evening. Last night I called at 7 and said I'd be there in 15 minutes. I pull into the parking lot at 7:13 and my phone starts ringing before I get out of the car - it's the tanning bed. I don't answer (duh) and walk in asking, "Did you just call me?" The teenage girl behind the counter pointed at a man (ha) waiting behind me saying he wanted to tan in The Beast and they were just wondering if I was going to be there on time. I look at my watch-less wrist (ya know, for effect?) and said, "Well, it's a good thing I'm here exactly when I said I'd be..." Ass.
Don't get me wrong, I'm loving being single and my life right now, but I miss certain things about being in a relationship. I miss calling someone to tell them I've arrived safely somewhere. I miss someone missing me or worrying about me. I miss all those stupid little things. Again, alcohol is cheaper than therapy, which is why I'm pretty much drunk all the time...
I'm allergic to penicillin. Do you know what that's like? It blows. Instead of taking one pill and you're cured, you have to take 10 doses of 3 different types of pills. It's also fun when you tell a healthcare provider about this allergy and they sigh and look at you and say, "Oh, you're allergic to penicillin..." Thanks, doc. It's easy on me, too.
I have faint memories of my parents taking me to bars when I was younger. That explains a lot.
Men, way to my heart? Southern accent. Fauxhawk. Tattoos (this is a new fascination of mine). Cologne. Big arms. Tan. Ok w/ my love for all things vampire.
A day doesn't go by that I don't quote The Hangover. Or Friends. Or Seinfeld. I'm pretty original.
There is no excuse for spelling someone's name wrong on their Facebook page. IT'S RIGHT THERE. Spelled correctly for you.
Remember The Babysitter's Club? And The Sweet Valley Twins? And The Boxcar Children? And Beverly Cleary? And Judy Blume? Now that was some good readin'.
What does picketing really accomplish?
I really struggle morally with the whole tipping thing at non-sit-down restaurants. Like, when you're paying for your meal at the counter and the receipt prints out and it gives a space for the tip, I get all nervous and hot and anxious and truly don't know what to do. I mean, they're doing the same thing that, say, a McDonald's or Chick-fil-A employee does - handing you your food. And, McD's and CFA don't pressure you by including a tip line on your receipt. I'm fine when it comes to tipping at a sit-down restaurant, b/c they do a lot for you - refill your drink, bring you your food as you're waiting at your table, obtain other things for you, etc. But at places where you just order your food and they hand it to you right there...that's where I struggle. To solve this dilemma, I usually just tip, b/c I feel bad. But, should I? I shouldn't feel forced to tip. But I do...so I tip.
I have a problem when grown adults use the terms "little girls room" or "little boys room" when referencing the bathroom to other adults. "Bathroom" or "restroom" is just fine. You're not 5.
Dear lord I hope that the capability of seeing who views your FB profile never comes to fruition. That would kill about 97% of my FB activity...
I don't understand why no one can locate and / or capture Osama bin Laden. Of ALL of the people and countries looking for him, you'd think that he'd been found by now. It blows my mind.
Can someone please figure out what exactly (and I mean exactly, not just what it could be) a hangover is, how NOT to get them and how to make them go away? I don't know what it is, but every single time I drink, I get a hangover. Read, a raging hangover. Oh, that's it...it's because I'M OLD. Editor's note: how not to get them cannot be dependent on me not drinking, b/c that's not an option. Alcohol is much cheaper than therapy.
My tanning bed makes appointments for "The Beast" tanning bed. It's the most powerful bed and there's just one of them in the salon, so I make an appointment so I don't have to wait. Every day, I call and make an appointment for that evening. Last night I called at 7 and said I'd be there in 15 minutes. I pull into the parking lot at 7:13 and my phone starts ringing before I get out of the car - it's the tanning bed. I don't answer (duh) and walk in asking, "Did you just call me?" The teenage girl behind the counter pointed at a man (ha) waiting behind me saying he wanted to tan in The Beast and they were just wondering if I was going to be there on time. I look at my watch-less wrist (ya know, for effect?) and said, "Well, it's a good thing I'm here exactly when I said I'd be..." Ass.
Don't get me wrong, I'm loving being single and my life right now, but I miss certain things about being in a relationship. I miss calling someone to tell them I've arrived safely somewhere. I miss someone missing me or worrying about me. I miss all those stupid little things. Again, alcohol is cheaper than therapy, which is why I'm pretty much drunk all the time...
I'm allergic to penicillin. Do you know what that's like? It blows. Instead of taking one pill and you're cured, you have to take 10 doses of 3 different types of pills. It's also fun when you tell a healthcare provider about this allergy and they sigh and look at you and say, "Oh, you're allergic to penicillin..." Thanks, doc. It's easy on me, too.
I have faint memories of my parents taking me to bars when I was younger. That explains a lot.
Men, way to my heart? Southern accent. Fauxhawk. Tattoos (this is a new fascination of mine). Cologne. Big arms. Tan. Ok w/ my love for all things vampire.
A day doesn't go by that I don't quote The Hangover. Or Friends. Or Seinfeld. I'm pretty original.
There is no excuse for spelling someone's name wrong on their Facebook page. IT'S RIGHT THERE. Spelled correctly for you.
Remember The Babysitter's Club? And The Sweet Valley Twins? And The Boxcar Children? And Beverly Cleary? And Judy Blume? Now that was some good readin'.
What does picketing really accomplish?
I really struggle morally with the whole tipping thing at non-sit-down restaurants. Like, when you're paying for your meal at the counter and the receipt prints out and it gives a space for the tip, I get all nervous and hot and anxious and truly don't know what to do. I mean, they're doing the same thing that, say, a McDonald's or Chick-fil-A employee does - handing you your food. And, McD's and CFA don't pressure you by including a tip line on your receipt. I'm fine when it comes to tipping at a sit-down restaurant, b/c they do a lot for you - refill your drink, bring you your food as you're waiting at your table, obtain other things for you, etc. But at places where you just order your food and they hand it to you right there...that's where I struggle. To solve this dilemma, I usually just tip, b/c I feel bad. But, should I? I shouldn't feel forced to tip. But I do...so I tip.
I have a problem when grown adults use the terms "little girls room" or "little boys room" when referencing the bathroom to other adults. "Bathroom" or "restroom" is just fine. You're not 5.
Dear lord I hope that the capability of seeing who views your FB profile never comes to fruition. That would kill about 97% of my FB activity...
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