Thursday, October 30, 2008
So far, I've been ultra-brave and done super cool things like:
Get in the ocean. Yeah, I know. It doesn't sound like much. But I thought I was taking my life into my hands when I did it. And then... it turned out that I WAS taking my life into my hands. The waves knocked me on my butt and I could not get up to save my soul. It was hilarious. Until I was scared. Then I started to scream "HELP!" to my friends (who were laughing at me - don't hate them, I told you it was funny). Lucky for us all, my new friend Robert was there to save me. Phew.
I rode a water taxi. That's right. A water taxi. As in, little power boat that goes across the ocean to the other side of the beach. The first ride was actually... (gasp) fun. The second ride was... the opposite of fun. The water was a lot choppier by then. I was literally holding on to the boat for dear life and thinking "breathe... do NOT cry.... breathe.... calm down... do not puke... breathe... do not cry... no, really, don't do it... breathe..." the entire time. I made it. Barely. (My heart pounds (and my eyes well up) every time I remember it. Gosh, I'm such a sissy.)
Ate cold soup. Yeah, I'm not kidding. Cold soup. In the dining room. So far, the Strawberry Bisque was the funnest/coolest/most surprisingly delicious thing I've eaten.
And we have a lot of celebrity look-a-likes in our group, too. Mich and I are trying to snap pics so we can put them online later. Here's a teaser for that lineup:
Bob (Robert Redford) ... okay, he's not Bob-like, in a hot way... more like in a disheveled "have you never done your hair in your life, and why do you insist on wearing so many denim shirts day after day?" sort of way
Barry Manilow (we call her... that's right... HER... Franilow)
*Oh, and it's not like she's a celebrity, but since some of you do know her in real life... You can imagine what a double take I did last night when I saw someone who is a dead ringer for Judy Walton in the casino, smoking away. I pointed her out to Mich and we both giggled like little girls about it all night.
I'm telling you, cruising is the way to go. I'm LOVING it, and never want to come home. I've been truly amazed at how non-freaked out I've been about being on (and in) the water. It's been the most relaxing, enjoyable time of my life...
And that having been said, I've got to get off the computer and back to the flea market. I am digging the shopping. (What can I say? I yam what I yam...)
Sunday, October 26, 2008
PS ~ I do also love this movie, Now, Voyager. If you've never seen it, you really should. It's a Bette Davis CLASSIC - one of her best. (Not to mention - isn't that white hat fabulous?!)
Mom: Laur, HAPPY DAY!! HAVE A GREAT TRIP!! On TCM they just said that this week in Hollywood - 1942 - was the release of Bette Davis in Now Voyager. Hmmm. Talk with you when you get back. Mom
Me: Hahahaha... That is excellent! Well, then, it's a good thing I'm not a sad, miserable young woman who needs to get away from her mom in order get some self confidence, now, isn't it? (All the same, I will be watching out for married men bearing cigarettes and magnolia blossoms.) Thanks, Mom. I love you!
Mom: Yeah, anybody with an accent, just walk on by... I've seen that type in the movies all too often!! HAVE FUN-FUN-FUN!! Mom
Me: But, Mom... (to be read in a whiney voice) What about Remington Steele? He had an accent, and he was a nice guy. Okay, sorta. :) So, how's this? Anyone that's Remington-like, I'll chat with. Spy and/or PI types are okay. But no cigarettes. And no married men. Deal?
Mom: Okay, I stand corrected. Totally be on the lookout for Remington. And don't be passing up an Cary Grants. I understand that types takes to the High Seas! Mom
Me: Oh, yes he does. And then maybe he and I could make plans to meet at the top of the Empire State Building, on Valentine's Day. We can drink pink champagne (I mean... Martinelli's) and it'll be the nearest thing to Heaven. (Please note that I did not include getting hit by a car on my way and/or losing my ability to walk. That way, he also gets to keep his money (he won't have to paint), here's hoping that his sweet little grandmother (who I'm sure to meet while at port) won't have to die and leave me her lacy shawl.) Oh, heck yeah, this is gonna be a SWEET vacation!
Mom: Well, just keep me posted - this could be interesting! The Henry Fonda types set sail sometimes, yep, I've seen it. And Fred Astaire, although I've always thought he was built like Ashley Wilkes, a short Ashley Wilkes, at that. But, in a pinch... Mom
Me: "A short Ashley Wilkes." ...I'm pretty sure I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. What's appealing about that? Blagh. Don't you worry, I'll be keeping an eye open. So. I. Can. Run. The. Other. Way.
A short Ashely Wilkes... Whatever. I'm pretty sure that Rhett was a traveler, too. Why can't I have Rhett?
Mom: No, no! I'm not suggesting Ashley - what Scarlett ever SAW in him! Fred - maybe, probably not, but the man could dance... You get points for that.
Me: Okay. Fred's a skinny little thing. But he IS better than Ashley. By leaps and bounds. So, okay... I'll look for Fred. If I can't find Rhett. Or Cary. Or Henry. At any rate, it'll be fun. And Christine's here now. I'm out...
Mom: Bill Murray, of course, sails. And he'd be VERY easy to find. He'd be strapped to the helm! Mom
Me: Hey, I'm just like Bob. I sail. I'm a sailor!
Mom: Two peas in a pod, that's you and Bob. Sailors!
Me: Baby steps, Mom. Baby steps. And with that... I'm really out now. I hope to be able to check in whilst on the cruise. If not... then know I love ya (and I'll be looking for movie stars while I'm on the cruise). Ta!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
At the top of the list... this is what I got from my mom. How freaking amazing is this? It's my grammy's old cookbook - the cookbook she used when my mom was growing up. (I type with tears suddenly welling... Grammy would be so proud. She's who I get the easy crying from, bless her...)
And yeah, check it. Copyright 1950. 1950! ...Awesome!
And this, this is the apron that my cousin Julie made me. (That's right - MADE me.) It's pretty sweet, right? But what you can't see is... THIS THING IS REVERSIBLE. How awesome is that? AND it's fitted... it's a high-waisted FITTED A-line apron. WITH POM-POMS. Aaaahhhhh!!!! I love it!
Oh, yeah... and for the girl who loves to make lists (that would be me). Check it- an autobiography through lists. It's pretty awesome, it has pages for pets, best friends (I am currently accepting applications, for any of you who are trying to make the short list), places I've lived, favorite foods... Oh, this was a GREAT buy, Jenni! I love it!
And then, this... this was about the sweetest thing ever. I (gasp) worked on my birthday. I know, I know... I don't believe in working on my birthday. However, with the whole bank/FDIC situation at work, I no longer get paid days off, and since I do have a vacation coming up... I opted to work half a day. (I figured that if I worked at least 4 hours, I'd buy myself more spending money for when I'm in Mexico.) Would you just look at what Christian did to my cube? I love her... AND I love red. Oh, she's the best! (And, yeah, I know... what's up with the stickies all the way around my monitor? ...I love stickies. They are my brain, so my real brain doesn't have to think.)
The Big Hunks are from my boss, Robyn. Man, I do looooove big hunks. (Don't get me wrong, I do prefer a big hunk ala Christian Bale. But in a dark corner, on a late shift... a candy bar will do.) :)
Christine, my sweet friend who listens when I talk randomly about wanting things like a garlic press, got me this awesome garlic press AND garlic holder. Not to mention the pizza cutter (so I could make pizza with fresh garlic, and then cut it instead of tearing into it with my teeth) and this can opener that's pretty much... THE COOLEST CAN OPENER OF ALL TIME. Check out all its cool gadgets. I want to open every single can in my kitchen - or at least a bottle of Martinelli's. :)
And this... this is my cake. Isn't it swell? Christian, knowing my love of all things red (as well as my deep and abiding love for buttercream icing) made me this cake. It's red velvet with marshmallow flavored buttercream. Holy poo, it was DELISH!
I left the office at noon, and went to lunch with Jo and Maggie. It was pretty much... the best lunch ever. I'd been craving this Steak & Gorgonzola Fettuccine thing at The Olive Garden, and Jo was kind enough to take me there for lunch, where we got totally lucky and ended up with a waiter who understood my need for a bottomless Shirley Temple. Truly, it was the best lunch of all time. (And the company was pretty good, too.)
After I left Jo's and I went and ran some errands and treated myself to... the most hideous and gaudy pedicure of all time. See below. My big toes have so much glitter on them that I hesitate to look down, lest I wonder who spilled the bottle of silver all over me. Egads. Yeah, this is not what I asked for... but I wasn't watching her closely enough, and... well... you know, there's a language barrier. So, me & my sparkly self are gonna be pretty much the hottest item on the boat. Oh, well.
As soon as I got done with the errands and the pedicure-that-wasn't-so-hot, I met up with Lizzie & Myra for dinner. We'd planned ages ago to go to The Cheesecake Factory, and boy howdy, was it delicious! We had Chicken Madeira all the way around (yup, all three of us ordered the same thing... it was pretty funny), and then split my two favorite cheesecakes for dessert. (Lemon Raspberry, always. And we tried the 30th Anniversary cheesecake, too. Holy poo, it was awesome!) Liz & Myra let me open my gifts (again... MORE GIFTS) over dessert, and they are truly awesome, because Liz got me super yummy lotion from Vicki's and My gave me a gift card to my favorite store (Barnes & Noble). There are some pretty sweet pics of us that night... but they're on Liz's camera, so they're to come.
Since Tuesday, it's been a slow trickle out of the birthday phase... but not to disappoint, I did get four (yes, FOUR) more presents today. (How awesome is that?)
Tiffany sent me this pretty hilarious card, along with a Wicked Witch (from Snow White) figurine/ornament, and some candy. (We all know how I like to eat candy.) I don't know what she's talking about with the card... For some reason, she thinks these black & pink plaid mary-janes are a bit much. Whatever... they're so the best $7 I've ever spent on shoes. :P
Beal sent me this pretty sweet box. Check out the cake pans (I do love how supportive my friends are in my new cake baking & decorating endeavors), but more importantly... check out the sweet Hot Wheels Beetle. Oh yeah, now that's friendship. (And again, the candy.... Mmmmmm, candy.)
Genevra Lynn sent me books, because she knows me so well. I'm SUPER EXCITED about all three of these books, two of them I've heard of, but I've never read any of them. Oh my gosh, I love that they came today, they're so going in the bag tonight... Awesome!
And my friend Jennifer sent me these LOVELY COOKIES. Seriously, you all have NO IDEA what you're missing out on over here. I L-O-V-E THESE COOKIES. They're the perfect mix of salt & sweet. They have cashews (YUM!) in the actual cookie, so the cookie's a little salty, in its thick soft and deliciousness... but then the icing is creamy and perfect and... oh, so delicious. She usually makes these at Christmas and my mom & and I fight over them... but, guess what? Judy's not here, so they're all mine. HEAVEN!
And that's not all, though I'm pretty sure you're about sick of it... so I'll spare you any more pictures, but I have so many fabulous friends and relations who sent emails, e-cards, texts, letters, cards and calls my way on my special day. I am truly the luckiest girl in the world to have so many wonderful, thoughtful people in my life! What I ever did to deserve any/all of you, I'll never know. Thanks for making my life so much more fun than I know it would have been without you. Each and every one of you bless my life in a way that is original to you. Thank you for loving me and for helping me along in the journey of my life. I love you - mucho, mucho!
1) I spent an hour a couple weeks ago trying to figure out how to load the two movies I bought (Dan In Real Life and You've Got Mail) onto my iPod. I couldn't do it. Not sure why, but I couldn't do it. So I gave up. And since I'm leaving on a jet plane tomorrow morning, I'm bumming that I couldn't figure it out. Now I'll have to sit in silence and eat my peanuts on the way to LA. It's killin me. But not as much as trying to wrap my brain around the iPod would be, so whatever.
2) I can't even figure out my vcr. That's right, kids, I said VCR. (Not dvr.) I have a vcr/dvd combo and when I wanted to tape Army Wives last week, I somehow got an hour of static. Not sure how I did that, and/or how to make sure it never happens again. I've only lived with a vcr in my house for, oh... 20 years now? And I cannot get a simple tv show to record. (I know, what is my damage?)
3) I was pretty sure that I BROKE the laptop night before last. When I went to turn it off, IT WOULD NOT TURN OFF. I was having a freak-out extraordinaire about it, finally unplugged the sucker, said a prayer of "please let it not be dead, please let it not be dead" (note to self... it wasn't dead... I couldn't turn it OFF - not couldn't turn it ON... idiot), and I pushed really hard on the on/off button until it went off. Yeah, it turns out that I'd accidentally hit an "update" button and the computer was thinking, not dying. Oh, geez.
Okay, so it's been settled. I suck with machines. We're pretty much... incompatible, machines & me. We have not been, nor do I think we will ever really be, friends.
That having been said, let me tell you about the voicemail message I left at my dentist's office last night.
But first, please allow me to recap the high points of Dr. Steve for you. The man has the most ridiculously (albeit (or would that be albethem?) hairless) muscular arms (I'm not sure if he waxes, plucks, shaves, or what... Jen's vote is that he's a competitive swimmer). He's an ex-marine (which you know, I think is HOT... to say the very least). He's single. He's a good Christian boy (I know this because his mother is his receptionist and likes to tell me stuff like that). He's a Republican (again, thanks, Mom, for the update). AND he's mad at the dentist who screwed my root canal tooth up (I now have two, count them, TWO cavities inside my cap, due to poor sealing or something like that - it's swell). You can understand why I love him. Oh, yeah... and he has a low rattley voice, with a touch of an accent (may be southern... may be just a twang... whatever it is, I'm a fan).
Soooooo.... all of that having been said about Dr. Steve... I've had an appointment scheduled to go to the dentist on the 3rd, which, well... I've been meaning to cancel (as I no longer have dental insurance, and besides, I'm a WUSS). So, I thought "I'll call when it's not office hours and I know that I'll just get the machine and I can leave a cancellation message". (Read above commentary about how bad I am with machines. That was NOT a good plan.) Well, I called, and... it was his own deep & rattley voice on the machine, asking me with that bizarre maybe/maybe not accent to leave a message. Of course, by the time it was my turn to talk, I'd been focusing on the deep voice and not on what I had to say. This is pretty much how it went...
Me: "Uhm... hi, this is (insert my full legal name here). I have an appointment on the 3rd that I need to cancel."
moment of silence
Me Again: "I'm .... uh .... not sure when I'll be able to come in, but I'll call and reschedule."
another moment of silence
Me, Yet Again: "Uh.... in a couple weeks, I'll call to reschedule."
yeah, I'm not kidding... MORE silence
Me: "Okay, that's all. Thanksandgoodbye." With the last four words breathed out in a high pitched squeaky rush.
Oh, good grief. I hung up and laughed out loud at myself. What am I, 13 and calling the cute boy from math class? No, sadly, I am a 34 yr old woman calling a medical professional to cancel/reschedule an appointment. Egads. I'm telling you... if I'd been there in person, I'd have been fine. It was totally the machine that made me so weird. Don't worry, I'll be fine (I would hope!) on the singles cruise. Fine. Just fine. Really... Fine. (A little positive self-talk never hurt anybody, right?) I'll be fine.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
1) I love cold water. Not ice water, mind you, cold water. It can be ice cold and I'm fine. I'm just not a fan of the actual ice. (Unless I have a straw. If I have a straw, I can deal with the ice. I just don't like the stuff hitting my teeth.)
2) I've been cracking my knuckles since I was 11. It's sad. It's disgusting. But it's true. I was sitting in Primary (Merrie Miss B, to be exact), in the old church, in the closet that was our classroom and Lori Adams was cracking her knuckles. I'd never heard that sound before, and I thought it was AWESOME, so I tried it. I got hooked quickly, and even though I can't stand that I do it, I still crack them almost every day.
3) I love a true-story movie. I'm an absolute SAP. It doesn't matter what it's about (horses, football, hockey, mad scientists, the civil war... anything), I love the inspirational story, the big swell of the background music, the sappy endings. Aahhhhh, those are good times.
4) My favorite dip? Green onion. I love it! A lot of people have never heard of it, or have never tasted it (thinking that the french onion dip is the only only onion dip out there). Oh, the green onion stuff is fantastic! I love it with potato chips, carrots, on sandwiches (instead of mayo). Oooooh, yum!
5) I can't sleep in anymore. It's tragic, but it's true. I've been waking up between 6:00 and 6:30 in the AM every day since... oh, 1987, pretty much, and I'm sorry to say that it's taken its toll. I have an internal clock that just goes off every morning. It's horrible. Sometimes I can get back to sleep, but the days of sleeping in until 9:00? Long gone...
6) I cut my own hair, and I always have. Almost exclusively. There was a period in my 20's when I had short (like a boy) hair for about a year, and I couldn't hack that (pun totally intended... I'm cracking myself up over here). And then, twice, when I had layers put in a couple years later. But yeah, since then... it's been all me. It's not always pretty, but at least I can get my hair cut the same day that I reach the point where it HAS to go. (And it's thick & curly enough to hide a multitude of mistakes. And I should know, because I've made a lot of them.)
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
|You Act Like You Are 27 Years Old|
You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
You're still figuring out your place in the world and how you want your life to shape up.
The world is full of possibilities, and you can't wait to explore many of them.
Oooh, I'm in love with this test! (Little do they know that I'm actually turning 34 .... but who's counting?) 27, huh? That was a great year. I'll totally repeat it! :)
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Other things I love about this movie: hating Scarlett, Mammy's red petticoat (again, I so love Rhett for buying it for her), Melanie's absolute & total goodness, the cinematography, thinking to myself that Ashley's parents made him into a sad sappy dope the second they gave him that sissified girl name, the score, the colors, the knowledge that the bodies in the battle field are real people (not computer generated), and that the fire's real too. Basically, I love everything about this movie. I love the story, the romance, the drama, the intrigue, the politics, the clothing... I love it all. Even the people who make me crazy... I love to hate them. Hands down, this is one of my favorite movies of all time (and not just because there's a swear word in it). If you haven't seen it, you must. If you have seen it, and don't love it ... you'd best not be telling me about it, because I'll have to call off our friendship. (Don't test me here, folks. I'm pretty serious.)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
You Are Arson
No doubt about it, you have a serious destructive streak. You can't help it!
Sometimes you just get so frustrated with the world, and you have to let your aggression out
You have a notoriously bad temper. You are obsessed with getting your revenge.
You are obviously a pyromaniac, whether you realize it or not. It feels great to watch something burn.