Busted

I forgot to turn down the volume on my cell phone after I got back from an errand, and several of my coworkers were just treated to a rather loud ringtone of Fergie's Glamorous. (This means it was my sister calling. Those of you who know her know this is an appropriate ringtone for her.) She always calls me on my cell phone when I'm at work. Sister, do you hear me? Stop doing that! Because sometimes your sister turns into a flake and forgets to set the EnV to silent mode and then the whole darn office hears me fumbling around trying to turn that volume down NOW! It made Libby laugh pretty hard, and I'm sure it was a pity laugh. As in, "I can't believe you have that song as your ringtone" kind of laugh.

17 is Enough

The Today show just did a teaser about that lunatic family with 17 children. Evidently they are spending Mother's Day weekend in NYC, and they have a "big announcement" (that's a direct quote, Amy, not air quotes...don't worry!). I swear, if that woman is pregnant again, I'll...I don't know what. But I'll be mad.

Thursday Night TV

If you don't watch The Office, you're dumb. Go here for a recap.

Lost & Found

I haven't seen a full-size Green Apple Jolly Rancher in years. Normally, I'm not a big candy fan, I just love chocolate. But these I can't resist. I bought a bag of miniatures a few weeks ago, and there was only one Green Apple in the whole bag! So wrong. When I finished this, I had a green tongue. I tried to take a picture, but it was gross, so I spared you all.

Blast From the Past

And then I had dinner with Leah and Heinz; Katie, Justin, and Luke; and, for a brief moment, Sean. The flash on my camera was melting Luke's smile.

So Many [Cute] Babies, So Little Time

Now if this face doesn't make you want to play hooky from work, your heart is made of stone.



I had lunch with Julia and her sweet baby on Tuesday. The verdict: Total charmer. He turned on that smile every time I looked at him. And he has a better tan than I do.

PS Julia totally had on a green shirt too. And she was carrying a green diaper bag.

Yes, Thank You. Very Helpful

Conversation between me and the Smoothie King girl after I notice there is a new flavor, Pomegranate Punch, which is making me rethink my usual Angel Food, hold the turbinado.

me: Is the new Pomegranate Punch flavor good?

SK girl: Yeah. I mean, if you like pomegranates.

As Sean pointed out, that's like asking a waiter if the burger is good and he responds, "Yeah, if you like ground beef."

And, I DO like pomegranates. Love them, actually. However, I did not love the new flavor. It was at first very sweet followed with a mouth-puckering tart taste. Too syrupy tasting for me. I prefer the lighter flavors of strawberry and banana.

Please Vote

It has recently come to my attention that every one is not as enamored with Usher's new song as I am. Of course, I am also a big fan of Young Jeezy, so this song had to be a winner. So, what do you think about "Love in This Club"?

Obligatory Culinary Shots

Katie, I almost forgot. I know you love it when I post pictures of my food.

Delicious fried cheese with capers in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Mmmmmm.


And delicious chocolate mousse and Vietnemese coffee at the Vietnemese restaurant in Corpus Christi, appropriately named Vietnemese Restaurant. I'd never had this before but it's so, so good. Our waiter brought a mug filled halfway with sweetened condensed milk, over which espresso was being brewed. When finished, I stirred the coffee and milk together and then poured it over ice. I probably clogged three or four arteries, but it was kind of worth it.

Chicken/Egg

Here's something I need help with, readers.

Why is it that eggs are full of cholesterol and, as of this month, not that great for you. But chicken (certain parts) is one of the leanest meats around?

I need someone smart to explain this to me. K? Thanks.

Welcome to Corpus Christi

There ain't a whole lot in this town, folks. Except the headquarters for Whataburger. But the Gulf was pretty and our photo shoot went really, really well.

The awesome house we shot. *I should clarify that these are not the professional styled shots, but ones I took after the fact. Laurey and Scott's work looks much more amazing.




We walked out on this jetty into the water. I totally thought it looped back around in front of our hotel. And it did. There was just 50 feet or so between a point where the jetty dropped off into the water and where it picked up again. So Laurey and I turned around and walked back the way we came.




And the view from our hotel.

Yoda lay, Yoda lay, Yoda Yee Hoo

And then it was off to the Blue Ridge Mountains for a long weekend. The weather was lovely and the company even better. I only got mildly freaked out in the hot tub the first night after realizing that we were on the ground floor in the open air and any one could slice and dice us and no one would hear our screams.




I also saw a wild turkey and a real drive-in. Both cool.

Goodbye to You

A lot going on here lately, what with work, work trips, and the very last finals for Sean! Gonna do a series of posts with a few pics because I don't have the patience to sit here and load a slideshow!

We had a going away party for Cindy a couple of weeks ago. She left us for the wide open spaces of Texas. San Antonio to be exact. I didn't get many pics at the party because I was too busy holding Luke, who, as you can see, partied like a rock star.

There was also a going away party for Sara, who left us for aqua waters and balmy breezes on the coast. She is technically only a hallway and a building away, but her work trips are going to be much more exotic now.

I Don't Want to Live Here

How does the last image in this slideshow help you want to buy this house?

http://www.birmingham-mls-search.com/listing-378328.php

Know what it says to me?

It says this home will never be completely cat hair-free. If I moved in I would probably be subjected to some awful, horrible allergy attack and wake up dead. The end. So, no thanks.

Lord Have Mercy, I am Shocked! Shocked, I Say!

Not.

http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20194645,00.html

Classy

Today I got behind a man on a motorcycle. He was driving rather slow, and his motorcycle actually resembled a scooter. And his helmet featured some stars, some stripes, and...

...a nekkid woman.

Well I never.

And how come so many motorcycle drivers are blessed in the rear end area? Dude was spilling off the sides of his seat. And I guess his T-shirt was pulling too tight because he pulled it up, gave it a few shakes to get some air up his back, and revealed his butt crack.

Why do folks always want to flash me?

**Click on bold word for old flash entry.

Gripe of the Day

Why do people stand directly in front of the elevator, their noses 2 inches from the doors? Don't you expect, 9 times out of 10, a few people to walk out before you can get on? Evidently the lady at Brookwood Mall did not. But the kicker is, not only did she NOT back up to let me out, she actually got right on as I was getting out. I mean, seriously, lady. I was standing in the middle of the door opening, and I had bags in both hands. There was not enough room for the two of us, and she couldn't wait the 2 nanoseconds it was going to take for me to walk out? If you're in that big of a rush, shouldn't you take the escalator?

Rude, Right?

Here is an annoying couple in the chick-lit aisle at B&N. Right before I covertly snapped this shot, the girl got up to find a new book. She had been sitting right next to the dude with her legs stretched out too. They were totally camped out. Twice I tried to move down the aisle, but they weren't budging. Another guy tried too. No luck. He had to walk around and then stand at the edge of the other end to try and find his book. These two were oblivious. Or, at least, pretending to be.

Side note: Anyone remember the Little Miss... books? Little Miss Sunshine, Little Miss Shy, Little Miss Curious. There's a promo table of those books, 3 for $9.99. I got really excited. I loved those books when I was little.

A Pedicure and a Butt Massage

I got a pedicure Friday afternoon. Needed to get back to my beloved Lincoln Park. I tried a new place that is really nice, plus it had the recommendation of a friend. Said friend had a better experience than I did.

Everything seemed awesome in the beginning. Relaxing atmosphere, comfy chairs, and free bottled water. I settled in.

And then my chair seat starting vibrating. And then it started moving. At first it was just weird. Then it got uncomfortable. The sides were squeezing together, and the movement made me feel like I was being pushed out of my seat. And the middle part rose up. You can see where this going. It was, understandably, quite odd.

And I couldn't get it to stop. I finally had to ask my pedicurist (?) for help. He didn't know what to do. So someone had to come help me. By then I had a bit of an audience. Mortifying.

Turns out my remote had come unplugged. Some dude fixed it for me, and I switched the massage to neck and shoulders only.

The rest of the time was just okay. Morgan, the guy painting my toes, drew blood, didn't exfoliate enough, and tried to talk me into a French pedicure because the color I chose was going to stain my nails. Ditch the Lincoln Park? Blasphemy!

He's Got Betty Da-, er, Bedroom Eyes

I'm scared of the guy at Subway near my office. About six or seven months ago, he wouldn't stop staring at me when I went in for lunch. He held my gaze the whole time I was telling him what to put on my sandwich. He never even looked down to pick up the pickles and onions. At first I thought I might know him, but because I'm not from Birmingham, I knew that couldn't be right. And then he spoke.

"Dang. [Whistle] So sexy. Whoo."

Excuse me, what?

[Big smile] "Yeah, you know it, too, don't you."

Oh, pardon me while I vomit.

So I avoided that particular Subway until last week. I felt sure he wouldn't be working there anymore, and anyway, I needed to get over it. So I went.

And he was there. And he remembered me.

And I've since heard from a few of my friends who have had the same experience.

The guy must have a thing for blondes.