New URL to my blog, seems to have done the trick..we'll find out!
Exciting things:
1. This weekend I'm going camping! White Springs, an annual trip my family and I have gone on for about...um...twenty years, no joke. I'm looking forward to the music, card games, and moonshine! Yes that's right, moonshine.
2. My best friend Whitney won tickets to the Sex and the City PREMIERE! So we get to go to a shnazzy club, have a few drinks, and then get ESCORTED to the movie theater. Maybe they'll be paparazzi (jokes, jokes), but if they are there, we'll sure be ready for them!
3. I'm going to Connecticut with my sisters in June, for my sister Coral's bachelorette party! Six flags, and dinner I believe...then, we're going to New York City! Pretty excited about that, because my last trip there was pretty short.
4. Coral's wedding! It's supposed to be the "party of the year" and I'm really excited. :)
5. Six words. SO. YOU. THINK. YOU. CAN. DANCE. Let the criticism, jealousy, and awe begin!
Okay, that's all the exclamation points I can muster, all that happiness has exhausted me, so I'm off to bed.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Lazy Blogger...
Yes, that's me. I'm sorry, but here's is something pretty awesome, check it out and enjoy.
http://vimeo.com/993998
http://vimeo.com/993998
Friday, May 16, 2008
Post, or lack there of...
Even though it is my usual Boyfriend time of the week, he has kicked me out of my room, to do school work. What a nierd. So instead, I'll be reading this:
And I'm quite excited about that. Pasta and zombie movies later! Sweet!
And I'm quite excited about that. Pasta and zombie movies later! Sweet!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I found someone who sneezes more sneezes than I sneeze!
This is the way I sneeze, and I've been doing that a lot this morning (I blame all the sanding Whit and I did in her bathroom last night, in prep for the Big Paint Job), but I think this Panda may have me beat with the sneeze count. Or at least a close tie.
Most people I know sneeze like this:
And just like the mama bear, it scares the bejesus out of me.
By the way, don't Panda Bears totally look like they could have a zipper running down there back? I bet they're all in costume, and the real fur of a Panda Bear is just something plain and boring....
Double by the way, I typed the words "naked bear" into google to find this image, and unless you like a fresh dose of PORN in the morning, I don't recommend you do the same.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Hidden Treasures, Hidden Pleasures
Floating around somewhere in this house, there is a playing card.This is not your average playing card however, oh no! it's quite special. You see this card features a picture of a naked man and his ahem, man bits. Why do I own such a playing card you ask? Well, I'll tell ya.
At my friend Jessica's bachelorette party the theme was everything pink, and everything penis. Penis cake, penis ice cubes, penis balloons, penis playing cards; it was quite a display. I saw these cards and just could not resist, and so, I pocketed two. I knew I'd feel guilty for being the reason Jessica's sister no longer had a full deck of penis cards, but, at the time that did not matter; I had to do it.
The plan was to take these cards and hide them somewhere in my boyfriend's belongings, preferably in a place where after finding the cards, public humiliation would be imminent (am I evil?). I hid them inside his bag, between the pages of the book he was currently reading. Before he could find them however, I told him about it, changing my mind about the whole public humiliation thing (see, NOT evil!). And from this began the "Hide The Penis Card Game". I hide it and he finds it and we laugh, and then he hides it and I find it and we laugh some more. It's really a lot of fun, you should try it! It's gone back and forth a couple times I think, but now he's hidden it somewhere and I can't find it. And it's driving me crazy. I told him tonight that I STILL had not found it, and he was quite surprised..."YOU haven't found it YET?" Which made me think it was in some kind of place where I really should have found it by now. "Did you bury it deep in my underwear drawer? Or is it in my laundry basket or something? You know I take forever to do laundry..."
And he said?
"Nope".
So where the heck is it? How can I sleep at night, knowing that somewhere lurking in the shadows there lies a ween? I can't, that's how....great.
At my friend Jessica's bachelorette party the theme was everything pink, and everything penis. Penis cake, penis ice cubes, penis balloons, penis playing cards; it was quite a display. I saw these cards and just could not resist, and so, I pocketed two. I knew I'd feel guilty for being the reason Jessica's sister no longer had a full deck of penis cards, but, at the time that did not matter; I had to do it.
The plan was to take these cards and hide them somewhere in my boyfriend's belongings, preferably in a place where after finding the cards, public humiliation would be imminent (am I evil?). I hid them inside his bag, between the pages of the book he was currently reading. Before he could find them however, I told him about it, changing my mind about the whole public humiliation thing (see, NOT evil!). And from this began the "Hide The Penis Card Game". I hide it and he finds it and we laugh, and then he hides it and I find it and we laugh some more. It's really a lot of fun, you should try it! It's gone back and forth a couple times I think, but now he's hidden it somewhere and I can't find it. And it's driving me crazy. I told him tonight that I STILL had not found it, and he was quite surprised..."YOU haven't found it YET?" Which made me think it was in some kind of place where I really should have found it by now. "Did you bury it deep in my underwear drawer? Or is it in my laundry basket or something? You know I take forever to do laundry..."
And he said?
"Nope".
So where the heck is it? How can I sleep at night, knowing that somewhere lurking in the shadows there lies a ween? I can't, that's how....great.
A little unsure...
I'm spankin' new to this "professional working world" and I'm also not from England, so I think I need a little help. Remember that scary interview I went to last week? A dream job, and potential dream career? Of course you do. Well at the end of that interview, I was told to "keep in touch" and to "check out some museums" and I was also given a phone number and a "I've got a lot of free time so let me know if you do go to any museums..." but none of it seemed too weird. So then, really wanting this job, I called to "check in" and I mentioned that I was going to see a museum, and somehow we decided to meet up and check one out together. After hanging up I had a slight panic attack but was calmed after talking to my boyfriend and my best friend; they both thought it was a good idea. After all, it seems perfectly acceptable that an art dealer would want to take a could be employee to a museum to attest their knowledge on art and to see if they're capable of speaking about art intelligently (which really, who knows if I can do that, I don't).
I met him yesterday, at the Orlando Museum of Art and together we walked through their Norman Rockwell exhibit. I wouldn't be lying if I said I enjoyed myself, I did, I like art and seeing some really famous paintings up close and personal made me feel all gitty inside; almost like seeing a celebrity. He definitely knows his art, and gave me plenty of background on Norman Rockwell, or any other artist we happened to see, but it all seemed like chit chat: "Oh I like those colors" and "Wow, that one's really got a message". I didn't think much of it at the time, but then last night laying in bed I started to see how date-ish the whole thing seemed. He bought me a souvenir (two 2.00 postcards but still), he was ready to do something else afterwards, and after I told him I needed to meet my boyfriend and we said our good-byes, he hugged me. Now, I know certain people are "huggers" but I'm certainly not. Unless we make-out all the time, or you are close family, I do not like to be touched. Or stood too closely to. The hug wasn't creepy though, it was quick and painless, but it was awkward. Just like the kind of hug you'd give your backwoods cousin, the one you haven't seen in seven years, who may or may not have teeth, and who's been eyeing you all night? Yeah just like that, one light pat on the back and you're outta there. We also barely talked about the job, barely as in like two sentences, and that makes it seem date-ish too.
I could be completely overreacting here, he never crossed the line, or said anything inappropriate, and I have a wonderful reputation for over analyzing. Who knows, maybe I'll feel really stupid in a couple of weeks when I get this great job, and I think back to how I thought he was trying to wine and dine me.
I really hope I get to feel stupid.
I met him yesterday, at the Orlando Museum of Art and together we walked through their Norman Rockwell exhibit. I wouldn't be lying if I said I enjoyed myself, I did, I like art and seeing some really famous paintings up close and personal made me feel all gitty inside; almost like seeing a celebrity. He definitely knows his art, and gave me plenty of background on Norman Rockwell, or any other artist we happened to see, but it all seemed like chit chat: "Oh I like those colors" and "Wow, that one's really got a message". I didn't think much of it at the time, but then last night laying in bed I started to see how date-ish the whole thing seemed. He bought me a souvenir (two 2.00 postcards but still), he was ready to do something else afterwards, and after I told him I needed to meet my boyfriend and we said our good-byes, he hugged me. Now, I know certain people are "huggers" but I'm certainly not. Unless we make-out all the time, or you are close family, I do not like to be touched. Or stood too closely to. The hug wasn't creepy though, it was quick and painless, but it was awkward. Just like the kind of hug you'd give your backwoods cousin, the one you haven't seen in seven years, who may or may not have teeth, and who's been eyeing you all night? Yeah just like that, one light pat on the back and you're outta there. We also barely talked about the job, barely as in like two sentences, and that makes it seem date-ish too.
I could be completely overreacting here, he never crossed the line, or said anything inappropriate, and I have a wonderful reputation for over analyzing. Who knows, maybe I'll feel really stupid in a couple of weeks when I get this great job, and I think back to how I thought he was trying to wine and dine me.
I really hope I get to feel stupid.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Photo Shoot of Horrors
My friend Jessica just sent me an email with the link to the professional pictures from her wedding a couple weekends ago. The picture taking process was a lot of fun, (especially with the added help of mimosas and wine) and to see how nice the pictures came out is just the frosting on the cake ya know? Except for one minor problem, the "funny face" pictures. Drinking plus "funny face" pictures is never a good idea for me, especially with my friend Whitney in tow. We just do NOT know how to restrain ourselves. Really, it's a problem.
Check out the left side of the picture:
Check out the left side of the picture:
Oh, aren't those faces so funny! Look at the tongues and the crooked eyes! Perfectly acceptable "funny faces".
Now, check out the right side of the picture, where Whitney and I are shown. DISCLAIMER: If you have a weak stomach, please do not look, and Pete, for real, just use your imagination...
Prepare yourself, and see us HERE.
I warned you!
We've learned our lesson, painfully. Now, we're not saying those faces will never see the light of day(or night) again, but next time we'll save them for those drunken nights in the safety of our home, or maybe even a local bar, but a wedding? No. Never again. Never.
Now, check out the right side of the picture, where Whitney and I are shown. DISCLAIMER: If you have a weak stomach, please do not look, and Pete, for real, just use your imagination...
Prepare yourself, and see us HERE.
I warned you!
We've learned our lesson, painfully. Now, we're not saying those faces will never see the light of day(or night) again, but next time we'll save them for those drunken nights in the safety of our home, or maybe even a local bar, but a wedding? No. Never again. Never.
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