Tidbits is on hiatus..vacationing it up in Mexico.
Adios!
Friday, February 24
Wednesday, February 22
Paranoia es Paranoia
Holey Moley I leave for Mexico in five days! Count that: Cinco.
The excitement and paranoia are beginning to settle in; so is the mild case of anorexia. I know I shouldn't joke, but.
Over at Clink's she prepped for a bathing suit on 400 calories a day, munching on vegetables. Me? Today its just water and a Smoothie King smoothie for dinner. I'm doing ab exercises like a wild woman.
Of course, it's too cold outside to run. WTF? Bright sunshiny Spring weather for months and now, now it wants to act like Winter? UGH. I cannot run in wet cold conditions. I just cannot. So we have to cut back on eating.
Crazy. Irrational. I know. But it gets results. Fast!
Don't act like you didn't see that bikini.
Y the paranoia.
All I can think of is will I make it out of Mexico? Remember how I almost didn't make it out of Nogales? And that is border-ville, how will I make it out of the deep corazon of Mexico?
eeeek...
The money? So you can ATM cash out from your bank, the machine does the conversion, and spits out pesos?!?
The disease? How come I am now hearing about "ManazumaÂ’s (sp???) Revenge". What the heck is that? I already planned on bringing my own water, but what about the chef?
Yes, people. We have a chef.
Did I tell you about the house? If I could do pictures, I'd post them. 10 room mansion with 8 bathrooms, 2 living rooms, 1 gigantic kitchen, a private beach, an infinity pool overlooking private beach, and three staff. Staff?!?! YIPPEE! A maid, a cook, and the general person who stays on the grounds at all times.
Holla!
Back to the paranoia--suppose I don't want to leave? Can I marry the chef and automatically become a citizen of Mexico? Seriously.
The excitement and paranoia are beginning to settle in; so is the mild case of anorexia. I know I shouldn't joke, but.
Over at Clink's she prepped for a bathing suit on 400 calories a day, munching on vegetables. Me? Today its just water and a Smoothie King smoothie for dinner. I'm doing ab exercises like a wild woman.
Of course, it's too cold outside to run. WTF? Bright sunshiny Spring weather for months and now, now it wants to act like Winter? UGH. I cannot run in wet cold conditions. I just cannot. So we have to cut back on eating.
Crazy. Irrational. I know. But it gets results. Fast!
Don't act like you didn't see that bikini.
Y the paranoia.
All I can think of is will I make it out of Mexico? Remember how I almost didn't make it out of Nogales? And that is border-ville, how will I make it out of the deep corazon of Mexico?
eeeek...
The money? So you can ATM cash out from your bank, the machine does the conversion, and spits out pesos?!?
The disease? How come I am now hearing about "ManazumaÂ’s (sp???) Revenge". What the heck is that? I already planned on bringing my own water, but what about the chef?
Yes, people. We have a chef.
Did I tell you about the house? If I could do pictures, I'd post them. 10 room mansion with 8 bathrooms, 2 living rooms, 1 gigantic kitchen, a private beach, an infinity pool overlooking private beach, and three staff. Staff?!?! YIPPEE! A maid, a cook, and the general person who stays on the grounds at all times.
Holla!
Back to the paranoia--suppose I don't want to leave? Can I marry the chef and automatically become a citizen of Mexico? Seriously.
Tuesday, February 21
It's been 10 Days...
I was gone for a minute, now I am back. Last week we had tons of VIPs in the office; so browsing and blogging the internet was not allowed.
Let's see if I can catch y'all up, quickly.
I finally made eggs benedict at home. They are my favorite eggs without a doubt. I was doubtful over the hollandaise sauce, but got over that as soon as I tasted how great it was. Raw egg? Bring it on!
I also made risotto--my other new favorite thing. My biceps thanks me for that one, there is a whole lotta stirring going on when making risotto. The end result was so worth it. I'm making it again this Thursday for an all girl's dinner at my apartment.
Speaking of...hmmm, I finally found an apartment that I like. Cheaper rent, one floor (level), and 2 different views--one of a courtyard and one of a very quaint street minus any loud restaurants.
And now I am a housewares whore. Any store I have entered in the past few weeks have been: Crate and Barrel, Restoration Hardware, Pier One, and World Market. My plan, as soon as I get back from Mexico is to get rid of all my living and dining room furniture.
You see, they used to be my parents and when I moved out in college, I kept them. Years and years later I don't know why I still have them. They are not even my style. I never eat on the dining table and the couch has seen two slipcovers from Target.
Each being over 15 years old, I think it's time for new furniture.
Due to some drama, I had to get a new cell phone. Ugh! It is so not the cutest RAZR ever, but the same plain model one I had before. Maybe I should forego new furniture for a baby pink RAZR instead...what do you think?
And it was AP's birthday, this time there were no big fights and we took her out to eat dinner and I made a cake. I took the cupcake theory from 411 and turned it into one big cake, very yum.
And the interview--holy crap. It was nerve wrecking. The woman ambushed me and rushed me into the interview; I had no time to spit out my gum. Bright, day-glo green gum. I did my best to hide it in my mouth but who knows. Crap! I cannot believe I blew it like that.
Now sound the bells or something because guess what?
I bought my first ever bikini!
Mexico, aquí vengo!
Let's see if I can catch y'all up, quickly.
I finally made eggs benedict at home. They are my favorite eggs without a doubt. I was doubtful over the hollandaise sauce, but got over that as soon as I tasted how great it was. Raw egg? Bring it on!
I also made risotto--my other new favorite thing. My biceps thanks me for that one, there is a whole lotta stirring going on when making risotto. The end result was so worth it. I'm making it again this Thursday for an all girl's dinner at my apartment.
Speaking of...hmmm, I finally found an apartment that I like. Cheaper rent, one floor (level), and 2 different views--one of a courtyard and one of a very quaint street minus any loud restaurants.
And now I am a housewares whore. Any store I have entered in the past few weeks have been: Crate and Barrel, Restoration Hardware, Pier One, and World Market. My plan, as soon as I get back from Mexico is to get rid of all my living and dining room furniture.
You see, they used to be my parents and when I moved out in college, I kept them. Years and years later I don't know why I still have them. They are not even my style. I never eat on the dining table and the couch has seen two slipcovers from Target.
Each being over 15 years old, I think it's time for new furniture.
Due to some drama, I had to get a new cell phone. Ugh! It is so not the cutest RAZR ever, but the same plain model one I had before. Maybe I should forego new furniture for a baby pink RAZR instead...what do you think?
And it was AP's birthday, this time there were no big fights and we took her out to eat dinner and I made a cake. I took the cupcake theory from 411 and turned it into one big cake, very yum.
And the interview--holy crap. It was nerve wrecking. The woman ambushed me and rushed me into the interview; I had no time to spit out my gum. Bright, day-glo green gum. I did my best to hide it in my mouth but who knows. Crap! I cannot believe I blew it like that.
Now sound the bells or something because guess what?
I bought my first ever bikini!
Mexico, aquí vengo!
Thursday, February 9
Dude, You're Getting a Dell...NOT!
How is it that a company that has been known for it's poor customer service lives up to that rumor still years later?
I don't know about y'all but each and every time I've heard a complaint about Dell; it's their customer service.
It's almost 5 o'clock, so I can share this story with you. I am so about to scream at Dell. Whoa, if I come into work tomorrow morning and there is not a voicemail from Dell, I will scream at whomever picks up the phone when I call.
Yes, it's that bad. Hold on, I'm going to go fast.
We need toner in this office for one of our laser printers. Lucky me, its my job to order it. Usually maternity left manager does it. I am unfamiliar with the process, but she left me a step by step Dell guide for ordering, if the need should come. It came.
I go online to order the toner, it is not listed online. I call the customer service line and since we have an account at Dell, I can only place the order through my sales rep.
We have two sales reps. I email them both. I leave messages on each's voicemail. That was at 8:30 AM.
Impatient as it may seem, I called back, hearing nothing from them, at 11:30 AM.
Group B really needs the toner. Supposedly they go through 10,000 print outs a day. 2 toners a month. Whatever.
I call back, yippee, Sales Rep #1 who we will call Stoned answered his phone.
"Yo, Duuuuuuuuuuude, it's Stoner" I tell him who I am. "What's up?" I tell him of the problem. "Uh, I've been on vacation and am going through 1000 emails"
He is not kidding and that's exactly what he said. Annoyed I asked for Sales Rep #2. Stoner tells me he cannot see him at his desk, and thinks that Sales Rep #2 had a late night last night and is at lunch; so I can call him on his line and leave voicemail.
I kid you not.
I leave the voicemail.
At 1:00, not hearing back from anyone. I let my Dell friend in on this. I know she doesn't do anything in what I'm looking for, but, hey, you never know. And Group B really needs toner.
She is shocked this has happened, takes down my needs and information. About 20 minutes later she tells me she sent out an internal email.
Then Sales Rep #2 calls me back. I don't think he has seen the internal email. His main concern is fixing my computer and website because it's very odd that I cannot see what I need to order online.
Fine I don't care, so I ask him if he can just order the toner for me and we can fix that later.
Sales Rep #2 doesn't take toner orders; that's Stoner's job. Sales Rep #2 tells me that he does equipment sales and is ready to fix my internet problem. Unh-uh.
I am now pissed and ready to shout at the next person who speaks to me, Dell or otherwise.
I hang up on Sales Rep #2. One, he wouldn't listen and two---well, do we need a two? I hang up on people.
Now, I call Dell and ask for their manager. Get her number and left her voicemail. It was nice and to the point.
That was 1:30.
Am I to blame when I have to call her again at 4:00; clearly upset and agitated, letting her know this on her voicemail? Am I wrong?
I am pissed. LIVID.
All I want is some freaking toner. I can walk across the street to Target and buy some; if I had the cash and/or a company card. Toner, people. TONER!
It's now the end of the day and still no word.
All I can think is, why is it that customer service is not their number one agenda especially when they have a bad rap for it?
Why?
I don't know about y'all but each and every time I've heard a complaint about Dell; it's their customer service.
It's almost 5 o'clock, so I can share this story with you. I am so about to scream at Dell. Whoa, if I come into work tomorrow morning and there is not a voicemail from Dell, I will scream at whomever picks up the phone when I call.
Yes, it's that bad. Hold on, I'm going to go fast.
We need toner in this office for one of our laser printers. Lucky me, its my job to order it. Usually maternity left manager does it. I am unfamiliar with the process, but she left me a step by step Dell guide for ordering, if the need should come. It came.
I go online to order the toner, it is not listed online. I call the customer service line and since we have an account at Dell, I can only place the order through my sales rep.
We have two sales reps. I email them both. I leave messages on each's voicemail. That was at 8:30 AM.
Impatient as it may seem, I called back, hearing nothing from them, at 11:30 AM.
Group B really needs the toner. Supposedly they go through 10,000 print outs a day. 2 toners a month. Whatever.
I call back, yippee, Sales Rep #1 who we will call Stoned answered his phone.
"Yo, Duuuuuuuuuuude, it's Stoner" I tell him who I am. "What's up?" I tell him of the problem. "Uh, I've been on vacation and am going through 1000 emails"
He is not kidding and that's exactly what he said. Annoyed I asked for Sales Rep #2. Stoner tells me he cannot see him at his desk, and thinks that Sales Rep #2 had a late night last night and is at lunch; so I can call him on his line and leave voicemail.
I kid you not.
I leave the voicemail.
At 1:00, not hearing back from anyone. I let my Dell friend in on this. I know she doesn't do anything in what I'm looking for, but, hey, you never know. And Group B really needs toner.
She is shocked this has happened, takes down my needs and information. About 20 minutes later she tells me she sent out an internal email.
Then Sales Rep #2 calls me back. I don't think he has seen the internal email. His main concern is fixing my computer and website because it's very odd that I cannot see what I need to order online.
Fine I don't care, so I ask him if he can just order the toner for me and we can fix that later.
Sales Rep #2 doesn't take toner orders; that's Stoner's job. Sales Rep #2 tells me that he does equipment sales and is ready to fix my internet problem. Unh-uh.
I am now pissed and ready to shout at the next person who speaks to me, Dell or otherwise.
I hang up on Sales Rep #2. One, he wouldn't listen and two---well, do we need a two? I hang up on people.
Now, I call Dell and ask for their manager. Get her number and left her voicemail. It was nice and to the point.
That was 1:30.
Am I to blame when I have to call her again at 4:00; clearly upset and agitated, letting her know this on her voicemail? Am I wrong?
I am pissed. LIVID.
All I want is some freaking toner. I can walk across the street to Target and buy some; if I had the cash and/or a company card. Toner, people. TONER!
It's now the end of the day and still no word.
All I can think is, why is it that customer service is not their number one agenda especially when they have a bad rap for it?
Why?
Tuesday, February 7
VD: The Good and The Bad
My Valentine's Day is going to be postponed.
Phooey.
Mr. Incredible just got news that he will be in Vegas. He claims it will be all boring work crap at some work seminar-convention.
I bet they stay at that darned devil's Hooter's hotel.
I'll be all by myself. Anyone want to join?
Now, we have to celebrate on a different day that is not the 14th. I know I should be grateful that I have a Valentine, period. Is it too much to ask that it would occur on V-day?
Then in other Valentine's Day news, let me share a secret with you...
I got very brave last week. Very. Brave. I wrote a proposal!
Uh-huh.
Not so brave, huh?
Well, this proposal was alerting the HR peeps in my company that I didn't they were doing such a great job. You know: the lay offs and where is my job going? Since all the lay offs there has not been one peep from HR assuring us that everything will be okay. Not one!
And before the lay offs, I swear it was everyday we got an email from that group. They would say the kind of stuff like: Don't forget about your benefits, Be nice to your co-worker, and the typical: ask us if you have questions blah blah mess.
I am a firm believer that an informed employee is a happy employee. Whether good news or bad, peeps just want to know so that they feel they are in the loop and don't have to rely on hearsay.
So I wrote the proposal. And it was the best thing, ever. And I can so say that because back in the college days, my professional writing skills sucked. AP wrote everything for us. Everything. I'd pitch in and let her know what needed to be said; but AP style (the actual writing style; not my friend) is a pain in my ass. Word.
Maybe that's why I don't work for an agency. I bet you $100 my resume is so not AP style.
Oh. Well.
It took me three days to write this proposal. Then it took me three more contemplating whether to send it or not. It was addressed to the head of HR. And that woman has access to files and pay checks. My files and pay check.
With a deep breath, I hit send. Proposal was on it's merry way via email.
Not even a day later, I got a response and it was not the "You're Fired" or the "You're Out" response I was scared of hearing.
Are you ready? Really ready? Do you need to wait for it? (so my new phrase)
Here it comes:
It was the "I want to interview you and create a position just for you, with your ideas" reply.
Fo' real.
She asked if I was available on Valentine's Day--which was a date she was already going to be in Dallas; she lives in NYC.
I said, 'yes' naturally. Come on, how would I say no to that one?
The woman has access to files and pay checks.
So...uhm hmm, I have an interview for a position that I just proposed the company needed.
Shoot, if things don't work out here, I'm sending that proposal to anyone and any company. This must be the new way to get a job. You think?
Phooey.
Mr. Incredible just got news that he will be in Vegas. He claims it will be all boring work crap at some work seminar-convention.
I bet they stay at that darned devil's Hooter's hotel.
I'll be all by myself. Anyone want to join?
Now, we have to celebrate on a different day that is not the 14th. I know I should be grateful that I have a Valentine, period. Is it too much to ask that it would occur on V-day?
Then in other Valentine's Day news, let me share a secret with you...
I got very brave last week. Very. Brave. I wrote a proposal!
Uh-huh.
Not so brave, huh?
Well, this proposal was alerting the HR peeps in my company that I didn't they were doing such a great job. You know: the lay offs and where is my job going? Since all the lay offs there has not been one peep from HR assuring us that everything will be okay. Not one!
And before the lay offs, I swear it was everyday we got an email from that group. They would say the kind of stuff like: Don't forget about your benefits, Be nice to your co-worker, and the typical: ask us if you have questions blah blah mess.
I am a firm believer that an informed employee is a happy employee. Whether good news or bad, peeps just want to know so that they feel they are in the loop and don't have to rely on hearsay.
So I wrote the proposal. And it was the best thing, ever. And I can so say that because back in the college days, my professional writing skills sucked. AP wrote everything for us. Everything. I'd pitch in and let her know what needed to be said; but AP style (the actual writing style; not my friend) is a pain in my ass. Word.
Maybe that's why I don't work for an agency. I bet you $100 my resume is so not AP style.
Oh. Well.
It took me three days to write this proposal. Then it took me three more contemplating whether to send it or not. It was addressed to the head of HR. And that woman has access to files and pay checks. My files and pay check.
With a deep breath, I hit send. Proposal was on it's merry way via email.
Not even a day later, I got a response and it was not the "You're Fired" or the "You're Out" response I was scared of hearing.
Are you ready? Really ready? Do you need to wait for it? (so my new phrase)
Here it comes:
It was the "I want to interview you and create a position just for you, with your ideas" reply.
Fo' real.
She asked if I was available on Valentine's Day--which was a date she was already going to be in Dallas; she lives in NYC.
I said, 'yes' naturally. Come on, how would I say no to that one?
The woman has access to files and pay checks.
So...uhm hmm, I have an interview for a position that I just proposed the company needed.
Shoot, if things don't work out here, I'm sending that proposal to anyone and any company. This must be the new way to get a job. You think?
'Da Bomb Weekend Wrap Up
Friday night in an effort to save some cash for Mexico, I stayed in.
It was a good fun night. Alone.
HBO was being very sly and was showing "The Last Samurai" and "First Daughter" simultaneously on 2 different HBOs. It cracked me up.
I watched a full hour of Lisa Loeb. This has to be said, this woman is giving me a whole new take and courage on being single and being 37 years old. How fun is she? Pink fridge? Cool NYC apartment? Calling out her date for using her. Uhm hmm. It was fun times.
Saturday morning Incredible came over and we started the day with waffles at, wait for it----Waffle House.
Breakfast food makes me the happiest person in Dallas. Seriously. We carted off to Crate and Barrel; Pottery Barn; and Restoration Hardware. After a very long nap, we went to TGI Friday's.
GASP
I know. I know. I know.
Let me explain. Those darn $12.99 three course menu commercials have finally gotten through to us.
Saturday night we literally sat on my couch, groggily and half awake doing the "I don't know what do you want to eat?" dance, back and forth. We keep joking that we want to go and so finally we snapped to it and went.
Best. Meal. In. Days.
No joke. I opted for the Atkins-Calorie watcher side of the menu because...Mexico.
I got the dumplings something or the other pot stickers, the lime grilled shrimp, and the cinnabon cheesecake. HOLY MOSES. It was so good. I'm so ready to go again.
I know.
The next day was time again for brunch club. We met at a sports bar, so it was fitting that we called it Super Bowl Sunday Brunch.
I don't know about the rest of them but I preferred brunch on Sunday as opposed to our usual Saturday mornings. We still brought in a crowd to Frankies. I got the Darryl Strawberry waffles--which were luke warm and not as hot as a waffle should be.
I like it hot enough to melt some butter. And they were out of whipped cream---in my opinion that is something that could have been said when I ordered the plate not after it was sitting in front of me, bare.
While I was dining with the girls, it was up to Incredible to go shopping for our Super Bowl party.
Never trust a man to do this, ever. That is all I have to say.
And then I cooked and party planned, party planned and cooked, cooked and nearly lost it, nearly lost it and cooked. No cupcakes were made. Boo freaking hoo, but Queen made some cute ones herself--complete with a playing field. How come I couldn't think of that one?
The cutest idea that I did see in AP's book to me, was using dish towels as napkins, so guests can eat on their laps and have a big enough napkin to anchor their plate.
I found cheap ones at Michael's, wrapped utensils in them, and tied with a gold and black ribbon (uh huh we are Steeler fans over here).
Then in the most brutal way possible we kicked people out because Grey's Anatomy was about to start. Listen, I'm not that mean, but the people that were at the Super Bowl party were not Grey's fans, so it was either they left or their mouths were to be taped shut with duct tape. We like it quiet during TV time.
Can I say: HOLY MOLEY!
Did you watch it?
Code Black! Bomb! Christina Ricci's hand stuck in a body holding a bomb...What the? And if it could get worse, it did! Bailey's husband?!? Bailey's baby?!!?
Izzie became a doer and did Alex. MoFo Dr. Wilton. Then bomb and Meredith?!?
Can I wait a week for the conclusion?
It was a good fun night. Alone.
HBO was being very sly and was showing "The Last Samurai" and "First Daughter" simultaneously on 2 different HBOs. It cracked me up.
I watched a full hour of Lisa Loeb. This has to be said, this woman is giving me a whole new take and courage on being single and being 37 years old. How fun is she? Pink fridge? Cool NYC apartment? Calling out her date for using her. Uhm hmm. It was fun times.
Saturday morning Incredible came over and we started the day with waffles at, wait for it----Waffle House.
Breakfast food makes me the happiest person in Dallas. Seriously. We carted off to Crate and Barrel; Pottery Barn; and Restoration Hardware. After a very long nap, we went to TGI Friday's.
GASP
I know. I know. I know.
Let me explain. Those darn $12.99 three course menu commercials have finally gotten through to us.
Saturday night we literally sat on my couch, groggily and half awake doing the "I don't know what do you want to eat?" dance, back and forth. We keep joking that we want to go and so finally we snapped to it and went.
Best. Meal. In. Days.
No joke. I opted for the Atkins-Calorie watcher side of the menu because...Mexico.
I got the dumplings something or the other pot stickers, the lime grilled shrimp, and the cinnabon cheesecake. HOLY MOSES. It was so good. I'm so ready to go again.
I know.
The next day was time again for brunch club. We met at a sports bar, so it was fitting that we called it Super Bowl Sunday Brunch.
I don't know about the rest of them but I preferred brunch on Sunday as opposed to our usual Saturday mornings. We still brought in a crowd to Frankies. I got the Darryl Strawberry waffles--which were luke warm and not as hot as a waffle should be.
I like it hot enough to melt some butter. And they were out of whipped cream---in my opinion that is something that could have been said when I ordered the plate not after it was sitting in front of me, bare.
While I was dining with the girls, it was up to Incredible to go shopping for our Super Bowl party.
Never trust a man to do this, ever. That is all I have to say.
And then I cooked and party planned, party planned and cooked, cooked and nearly lost it, nearly lost it and cooked. No cupcakes were made. Boo freaking hoo, but Queen made some cute ones herself--complete with a playing field. How come I couldn't think of that one?
The cutest idea that I did see in AP's book to me, was using dish towels as napkins, so guests can eat on their laps and have a big enough napkin to anchor their plate.
I found cheap ones at Michael's, wrapped utensils in them, and tied with a gold and black ribbon (uh huh we are Steeler fans over here).
Then in the most brutal way possible we kicked people out because Grey's Anatomy was about to start. Listen, I'm not that mean, but the people that were at the Super Bowl party were not Grey's fans, so it was either they left or their mouths were to be taped shut with duct tape. We like it quiet during TV time.
Can I say: HOLY MOLEY!
Did you watch it?
Code Black! Bomb! Christina Ricci's hand stuck in a body holding a bomb...What the? And if it could get worse, it did! Bailey's husband?!? Bailey's baby?!!?
Izzie became a doer and did Alex. MoFo Dr. Wilton. Then bomb and Meredith?!?
Can I wait a week for the conclusion?
Friday, February 3
Things That Make You Go Hmm...
Last night, I was going, huh?!? A LOT.
We had dinner with the most odd couple I've ever met. They been dating for some odd years and the Boyfriend basically has her whipped. I wanted to rescue her.
We ate at the Village Burger Bar. You have to order your burger at the bar and then take a number (Pei Wei style) and they bring out the order to you at your table. She went first. Then the boyfriend ordered his and then changed her order. He looked at her and told her that such and such is healthier for her. WTF?
I stepped up and ordered what I wanted. So did Incredible. We looked at each other and said, "the salad would be healthier, but hey, this isn't Souper Salad", we're at a burger bar, healthy don't live here!
Then the boyfriend made his girl sit in the corner of the booth and stated out loud, I kid you not: "I don't want any men checking out her legs. I told her those jeans are too tight"
Out. Loud.
She looked like those sad lonely puppies at the shelter that need to be rescued.
I just went, "Huh?!?" and ate my burger, I was wearing a low cut shirt and nobody cared.
We went home and watched ER.
I am so pissed at Michael Crichton right now. If you are going to do a show with many flashbacks that span years, please respect the fans that have been watching since 1995 and get it right.
Abby was not in med school in 1997. She started off as a nurse and then went to medical school when she was on the show for quite some time, way after the year 2000.
Pratt was not working in the ER when Mark Greene died.
Get it straight!
I just went, "Huh?!?" and threw pillows at the television.
Then, it was music video watching time before Isaac.
We had the pleasure of seeing Jamie Foxx's video for 'Unpredictable'. I only watched because Incredible loves that song. Let's not go there. Then I went, "Huh?!?" because Eva Longoria is in the video. What. The. ?
Why is she in it? Why is she sitting on Jamie's lap? Looking like a hoochie mama groupie? In only a black sweater, no bottoms (okay Mariah Carey wannabe) and did Tony Parker approve of this?
Now, it's Isaac time. I seriously fell off the couch.
Several words: Tom Arnold, a batting cage, and bra consultations. "Huh?!?"
Clap for the jokes. During the Philly cheese steak segment, Isaac had enough and had to put his 'gay foot down' and went straight to what he could relate to: bra fittings. It was hilarious.
Everyone needs to live a better day and get down with Isaac.
On another note: Addison is now my favorite character on Grey's Anatomy. Leave your hate comments. I was teetering on this for awhile and now am positive.
Go Team Addison!
We had dinner with the most odd couple I've ever met. They been dating for some odd years and the Boyfriend basically has her whipped. I wanted to rescue her.
We ate at the Village Burger Bar. You have to order your burger at the bar and then take a number (Pei Wei style) and they bring out the order to you at your table. She went first. Then the boyfriend ordered his and then changed her order. He looked at her and told her that such and such is healthier for her. WTF?
I stepped up and ordered what I wanted. So did Incredible. We looked at each other and said, "the salad would be healthier, but hey, this isn't Souper Salad", we're at a burger bar, healthy don't live here!
Then the boyfriend made his girl sit in the corner of the booth and stated out loud, I kid you not: "I don't want any men checking out her legs. I told her those jeans are too tight"
Out. Loud.
She looked like those sad lonely puppies at the shelter that need to be rescued.
I just went, "Huh?!?" and ate my burger, I was wearing a low cut shirt and nobody cared.
We went home and watched ER.
I am so pissed at Michael Crichton right now. If you are going to do a show with many flashbacks that span years, please respect the fans that have been watching since 1995 and get it right.
Abby was not in med school in 1997. She started off as a nurse and then went to medical school when she was on the show for quite some time, way after the year 2000.
Pratt was not working in the ER when Mark Greene died.
Get it straight!
I just went, "Huh?!?" and threw pillows at the television.
Then, it was music video watching time before Isaac.
We had the pleasure of seeing Jamie Foxx's video for 'Unpredictable'. I only watched because Incredible loves that song. Let's not go there. Then I went, "Huh?!?" because Eva Longoria is in the video. What. The. ?
Why is she in it? Why is she sitting on Jamie's lap? Looking like a hoochie mama groupie? In only a black sweater, no bottoms (okay Mariah Carey wannabe) and did Tony Parker approve of this?
Now, it's Isaac time. I seriously fell off the couch.
Several words: Tom Arnold, a batting cage, and bra consultations. "Huh?!?"
Clap for the jokes. During the Philly cheese steak segment, Isaac had enough and had to put his 'gay foot down' and went straight to what he could relate to: bra fittings. It was hilarious.
Everyone needs to live a better day and get down with Isaac.
On another note: Addison is now my favorite character on Grey's Anatomy. Leave your hate comments. I was teetering on this for awhile and now am positive.
Go Team Addison!
Thursday, February 2
Y'all remember my high school lover?
I don't know why I didn't see this happening a mile back. Lately I've been hanging out with some girls that all went to Texas Tech. Mr. Tall went, too. I think of Tech as a big school, but hey, what do I know? They all seemed to have graduated around the same time with the same majors. So....one day I opened my mouth and asked one of them if they knew Mr. Tall and my pal, Bev.
Nobody knew him. Or Bev. No harm, no foul in asking right?
Last night while I sat on the bleachers watching Incredible play soccer my phone rang. Unknown number. That can go straight to voicemail.
Here's a question: How come when I guy cannot get in touch with you it is perfectly sane for him to keep calling and calling? But when a girl does that, she is automatically called a stalker. What the Heck?
After three calls and not one voicemail---yeah, count that, three. I called the number back, "Hello...?"
And the jerk had the nerve to act all nonchalant about it, like it was normal and we were back in 11th grade. Because yes, we did that phone dance back then. Ten years later and we cannot grow up? Come. On.
Do Exes and Old Flames just know when you are available to talk? How do they just call out of the blue? How?
This was not one of the phone calls that I fantasized in my head. They went something like, he would call and let me know he is divorced, affair #300 something would occur between us.
This was a call to inform me that he knew I was asking about him.
What. The. ?
Oh, yeah. If I didn't know him way back when, I'd think he was crazy for this conversation. Since I do know him, this was his way in or his 'excuse' for calling me.
Let's be honest----I know he thinks about me because I'm for sure hell thinking about him some times. Not like that though. There are certain things that will be said or done, and I'll think of him. Like, we had an inside joke about cucumbers. I cannot eat one or see one without thinking about him. And his name is really common--so I hear the name, I think of him. Is that bad?
For him, it took some snoopy girls.
Then came the high point of the call, something I completely did not expect to hear from him: "You know you and I could have gone far"
Yeah...fucking.
Just kidding, I think.
But what the heck is that supposed to mean? Then he tells me how I was crazy and never said what I wanted (this is still a problem today. Dr. Pape and I are working on it, I promise); then proceeds to tell me that he looks forward to seeing me soon.
Soon?!?
Is he in the neighborhood? Do we have a date? What is "soon"?**
I hate when blasts from the pasts make a sequel appearance and mess up your brain. Hate it.
**Maybe he meant our ten year reunion, which is, GASP, this freaking year! MoFo.
I don't know why I didn't see this happening a mile back. Lately I've been hanging out with some girls that all went to Texas Tech. Mr. Tall went, too. I think of Tech as a big school, but hey, what do I know? They all seemed to have graduated around the same time with the same majors. So....one day I opened my mouth and asked one of them if they knew Mr. Tall and my pal, Bev.
Nobody knew him. Or Bev. No harm, no foul in asking right?
Last night while I sat on the bleachers watching Incredible play soccer my phone rang. Unknown number. That can go straight to voicemail.
Here's a question: How come when I guy cannot get in touch with you it is perfectly sane for him to keep calling and calling? But when a girl does that, she is automatically called a stalker. What the Heck?
After three calls and not one voicemail---yeah, count that, three. I called the number back, "Hello...?"
And the jerk had the nerve to act all nonchalant about it, like it was normal and we were back in 11th grade. Because yes, we did that phone dance back then. Ten years later and we cannot grow up? Come. On.
Do Exes and Old Flames just know when you are available to talk? How do they just call out of the blue? How?
This was not one of the phone calls that I fantasized in my head. They went something like, he would call and let me know he is divorced, affair #300 something would occur between us.
This was a call to inform me that he knew I was asking about him.
What. The. ?
Oh, yeah. If I didn't know him way back when, I'd think he was crazy for this conversation. Since I do know him, this was his way in or his 'excuse' for calling me.
Let's be honest----I know he thinks about me because I'm for sure hell thinking about him some times. Not like that though. There are certain things that will be said or done, and I'll think of him. Like, we had an inside joke about cucumbers. I cannot eat one or see one without thinking about him. And his name is really common--so I hear the name, I think of him. Is that bad?
For him, it took some snoopy girls.
Then came the high point of the call, something I completely did not expect to hear from him: "You know you and I could have gone far"
Yeah...fucking.
Just kidding, I think.
But what the heck is that supposed to mean? Then he tells me how I was crazy and never said what I wanted (this is still a problem today. Dr. Pape and I are working on it, I promise); then proceeds to tell me that he looks forward to seeing me soon.
Soon?!?
Is he in the neighborhood? Do we have a date? What is "soon"?**
I hate when blasts from the pasts make a sequel appearance and mess up your brain. Hate it.
**Maybe he meant our ten year reunion, which is, GASP, this freaking year! MoFo.
Party Time
Sunday I did manage to drag my butt to Jake's patio for an all American burger. France and Mexico's war in my belly seemed to have subdued a lot at this time. While Incredible and I sat on the patio: he came up with a brilliant idea: a superbowl party at his place.
I know, it's not original. But brilliant in my eyes for a couple of reasons: One and the most important one to him, is that we never seem to have a group of people that we hang out with.
Meaning, I have my friends--which do include couples. I think the idea of double dating, or group dating is fabulous. You know men in one corner talking sports, women in the kitchen gossiping. I don't know why the idea of that makes me so happy.
We (me and him) never hang out with them.
Then he has his friends, who let's just say the first time I met these hussies was at his birthday party that they planned for him and I only knew him a month. The girls are not exactly my cup of tea; I would never gravitate towards them for a friendship. They are the type that go to strip clubs (for men) to appear cool to boys. Do you know what I mean?
I don't understand that type of girl at all. Yes, I've been to a strip club (for men) twice. The first time, was a dare. The second time was the middle of the day. I won't dare share what I was doing there in the middle of the day--have you seen one at noon? It is full of creepy creeps. They look to be my grandpa's ages, spending their social security on dollar rolls to stuff down a g-string.
I think someone needs to study this girl--the one who think that she will be seen as the cool chick that can hang at strip bars with boys.
Hey, if you go, you go. But these girls that Incredible know, go all the time.
Like every Thursday night. They know the bouncers (who, yeah think they are so cool!). They tried to convince me to once, luring me with $2 drink specials and all you can eat buffets---they must know me better than I thought. I passed. Because HELLO!?!
Incredible thinks that we don't get along...yeah because I look down at them for attending strip bars every week. Can you blame me?
I really think that they don't like me because each one of them at some point has fooled around with, uhm, yeah, wait for it...Incredible.
Ages ago, people. Ancient history. They've known each other for ten plus years. What else can I do?
He thinks that his SuperBowl party can warm everyone up to each other; so we can all get along. One big happy.
I'm game.
To be honest I'm more game because it's a party and we know what that means...PARTY PLANNING!
I'm so wet with glee.
AP gave me a book, called Celebrations!. It gives you party planning tips and menus for any event you can think of. And yes, there's a Sports Party menu. I've been looking forward to using this book since she gave it to me on my birthday. Now I can! YIPPEE. Forget the strip club groupies, I got a party to plan.
I'm thinking of also having a hot dog bar. I'm also in the middle of brainstorming on some football...cupcakes. Let the party planning paranoia begin!
I know, it's not original. But brilliant in my eyes for a couple of reasons: One and the most important one to him, is that we never seem to have a group of people that we hang out with.
Meaning, I have my friends--which do include couples. I think the idea of double dating, or group dating is fabulous. You know men in one corner talking sports, women in the kitchen gossiping. I don't know why the idea of that makes me so happy.
We (me and him) never hang out with them.
Then he has his friends, who let's just say the first time I met these hussies was at his birthday party that they planned for him and I only knew him a month. The girls are not exactly my cup of tea; I would never gravitate towards them for a friendship. They are the type that go to strip clubs (for men) to appear cool to boys. Do you know what I mean?
I don't understand that type of girl at all. Yes, I've been to a strip club (for men) twice. The first time, was a dare. The second time was the middle of the day. I won't dare share what I was doing there in the middle of the day--have you seen one at noon? It is full of creepy creeps. They look to be my grandpa's ages, spending their social security on dollar rolls to stuff down a g-string.
I think someone needs to study this girl--the one who think that she will be seen as the cool chick that can hang at strip bars with boys.
Hey, if you go, you go. But these girls that Incredible know, go all the time.
Like every Thursday night. They know the bouncers (who, yeah think they are so cool!). They tried to convince me to once, luring me with $2 drink specials and all you can eat buffets---they must know me better than I thought. I passed. Because HELLO!?!
Incredible thinks that we don't get along...yeah because I look down at them for attending strip bars every week. Can you blame me?
I really think that they don't like me because each one of them at some point has fooled around with, uhm, yeah, wait for it...Incredible.
Ages ago, people. Ancient history. They've known each other for ten plus years. What else can I do?
He thinks that his SuperBowl party can warm everyone up to each other; so we can all get along. One big happy.
I'm game.
To be honest I'm more game because it's a party and we know what that means...PARTY PLANNING!
I'm so wet with glee.
AP gave me a book, called Celebrations!. It gives you party planning tips and menus for any event you can think of. And yes, there's a Sports Party menu. I've been looking forward to using this book since she gave it to me on my birthday. Now I can! YIPPEE. Forget the strip club groupies, I got a party to plan.
I'm thinking of also having a hot dog bar. I'm also in the middle of brainstorming on some football...cupcakes. Let the party planning paranoia begin!
Wednesday, February 1
La Da Di La Da Dah
Holy crap! Who knew that the previous (below) drama would turn out in my favor?
So far today I've read every blog imaginable, twice. Fell in love with Anderson Cooper, for the 100th time. This chick is slow. Hilarious--you must read it all. Seriously, I have been the Mssr. Anderson for years ever since his The Mole days.
But she did lead me to his blog--how the F did I not know that one?
I also watched One Life to Live and half of General Hospital. Emailed peeps like it was going out of style.
In short: NO WORK.
Por Que?
Slamming the phone on someone works**. I really had no idea it was that easy to rid people out of my life. World be warned, if I hang up on you, it means it's over? Got it. Good.
**Honestly I think all the hussies (Group A) are talking about me behind my back and they are scared to send any work my way. Uhm hmm...
So far today I've read every blog imaginable, twice. Fell in love with Anderson Cooper, for the 100th time. This chick is slow. Hilarious--you must read it all. Seriously, I have been the Mssr. Anderson for years ever since his The Mole days.
But she did lead me to his blog--how the F did I not know that one?
I also watched One Life to Live and half of General Hospital. Emailed peeps like it was going out of style.
In short: NO WORK.
Por Que?
Slamming the phone on someone works**. I really had no idea it was that easy to rid people out of my life. World be warned, if I hang up on you, it means it's over? Got it. Good.
**Honestly I think all the hussies (Group A) are talking about me behind my back and they are scared to send any work my way. Uhm hmm...
Can You Hear Me, Now?
Sometimes you just have to hang up on people.
I can get very rude when I want to be. Very rude, indeed. I'll admit that I am at fault when I just give up and hang up the phone. There have been three times that I have hung up on someone.
1. Ex Who Found God. Talk about first big fight--we were screaming at each other over the phone. I can't remember what about, but I am sure my neighbors remember. He wouldn't let me get a word in and he was so sure he was right, which I am sure was wrong. I was crying, frustrated, annoyed, and not being heard. I hung up. Yep, just like that. He called me back and told me that if I ever did that again, we would be over just like that. Knowing what I know now, if it was that easy to get over him, hang up number two would also be him, but it isn't.
2. My mom. She was just blah blah blah blah. At that moment I'd rather die than listen to her keep on yakking, so I hung up. Aren't cell phones fantastic? You can blame a hang up on bad cell reception.
3. Toxic. We were in the middle of an argument and I was at work. I already have a loud voice, so people can hear. I know for sure the entire office could hear me arguing on the phone over cupcakes. Uh huh, cupcakes. Not just for eating. As soon as I realized how silly this conversation sounded to the eavesdroppers, I hung up.
Oops.
This brings us up to date to this morning. Oh. My. Gawd. I just had to hang up.
Remember how I have no Boss and my manager is out tending to her newborn?
Well the staff that we support are taking advantage and are out of control. They are not realizing that this is one of our busiest times of the year (Earnings) and what used to be a two person department is now a one. I needed to put them in their place. They are all women and at one point or the other we are all friends, so that makes it tens times worse in the drama department.
Last Friday I sent out a rather polite email reminding them that there are some changes.
Here's the deal, we all don't have a Boss. The closest Boss for them is based in Detroit. Being in Texas and half of them work from home...do you see where this goes? They've been on vacation practically since Christmas. And since I have to wake my butt up, put on clothes, and drive to an office--most of their work they've been putting on me.
Hell. To. The. No.
I had to put a stop to it; so I sent the email out. It was polite. It was to the point.
That was Friday. Monday morning we had a conference call with the Boss in Detroit land. He just randomly had the same issue with them that I wrote the email about previously.
Uh. Oh.
Each one of the girls (Group A) the team I support, assumed that I had ratted on them and told Boss.
In my defense, I so should have done that, to save my own butt. I'm too nice over here. Way too nice.
It was the worst coincidence that could have happened. Ever.
Since its been two days since that call and no one has corrected the issue, a new email from the Detroit Boss was sent out this morning. It basically said do this or be warned. I was scared when I read it.
Then my Buddy (My McDonald's Buddy) took that to mean that I ratted on them again. WTF? If you didn't do what he said, why is it my problem?
Basically she was caught, not doing her job and decided to take it out on me. To make it ruder, she was arguing with me while on her cell phone. I swear her window was down in the car and she was traveling through an underground tunnel because let's talk about the wind. It was howling.
And her voice was in and out with the reception.
I was yelling just so that she could hear me. She was yelling just to yell back. I was repeating crap because the interference. She repeated crap because she was on her cell phone. And the office can hear me...
Now if you want to argue or have a discussion like this, can't you just wait until you are stopped in your car or better yet, not in your car?
So...I hung up.
Guess I can say 'goodbye' to McD breakfasts or chandelier lunches.
I can get very rude when I want to be. Very rude, indeed. I'll admit that I am at fault when I just give up and hang up the phone. There have been three times that I have hung up on someone.
1. Ex Who Found God. Talk about first big fight--we were screaming at each other over the phone. I can't remember what about, but I am sure my neighbors remember. He wouldn't let me get a word in and he was so sure he was right, which I am sure was wrong. I was crying, frustrated, annoyed, and not being heard. I hung up. Yep, just like that. He called me back and told me that if I ever did that again, we would be over just like that. Knowing what I know now, if it was that easy to get over him, hang up number two would also be him, but it isn't.
2. My mom. She was just blah blah blah blah. At that moment I'd rather die than listen to her keep on yakking, so I hung up. Aren't cell phones fantastic? You can blame a hang up on bad cell reception.
3. Toxic. We were in the middle of an argument and I was at work. I already have a loud voice, so people can hear. I know for sure the entire office could hear me arguing on the phone over cupcakes. Uh huh, cupcakes. Not just for eating. As soon as I realized how silly this conversation sounded to the eavesdroppers, I hung up.
Oops.
This brings us up to date to this morning. Oh. My. Gawd. I just had to hang up.
Remember how I have no Boss and my manager is out tending to her newborn?
Well the staff that we support are taking advantage and are out of control. They are not realizing that this is one of our busiest times of the year (Earnings) and what used to be a two person department is now a one. I needed to put them in their place. They are all women and at one point or the other we are all friends, so that makes it tens times worse in the drama department.
Last Friday I sent out a rather polite email reminding them that there are some changes.
Here's the deal, we all don't have a Boss. The closest Boss for them is based in Detroit. Being in Texas and half of them work from home...do you see where this goes? They've been on vacation practically since Christmas. And since I have to wake my butt up, put on clothes, and drive to an office--most of their work they've been putting on me.
Hell. To. The. No.
I had to put a stop to it; so I sent the email out. It was polite. It was to the point.
That was Friday. Monday morning we had a conference call with the Boss in Detroit land. He just randomly had the same issue with them that I wrote the email about previously.
Uh. Oh.
Each one of the girls (Group A) the team I support, assumed that I had ratted on them and told Boss.
In my defense, I so should have done that, to save my own butt. I'm too nice over here. Way too nice.
It was the worst coincidence that could have happened. Ever.
Since its been two days since that call and no one has corrected the issue, a new email from the Detroit Boss was sent out this morning. It basically said do this or be warned. I was scared when I read it.
Then my Buddy (My McDonald's Buddy) took that to mean that I ratted on them again. WTF? If you didn't do what he said, why is it my problem?
Basically she was caught, not doing her job and decided to take it out on me. To make it ruder, she was arguing with me while on her cell phone. I swear her window was down in the car and she was traveling through an underground tunnel because let's talk about the wind. It was howling.
And her voice was in and out with the reception.
I was yelling just so that she could hear me. She was yelling just to yell back. I was repeating crap because the interference. She repeated crap because she was on her cell phone. And the office can hear me...
Now if you want to argue or have a discussion like this, can't you just wait until you are stopped in your car or better yet, not in your car?
So...I hung up.
Guess I can say 'goodbye' to McD breakfasts or chandelier lunches.
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