I'm Going Bananas
Every afternoon I've been grabbing a banana from the pantry at work for my afternoon snack. The other day I walked into the pantry and was super excited that there was a perfect banana! No black spots, and just a little green at the top...just the way I like them! My usual routine is to cut the banana up, put it in a bowl, and eat it with a fork at my desk. So, on this particular day I started to peel my banana...and I kept peeling...and then I felt my cheeks start to flush...I realized that I was starting to get worried that someone else might walk in...this banana was huge...almost the size of a plantain...and I was feeling like I was doing something horribly obscene! I had found the Dirk Digler of bananas. But luckily, no one did walk in to find my embarrassingly cutting up the banana. So, I waked quietly back to my disk, and quietly laughed to myself as my flushed cheeks returned to their normal shade.
The Mystery of the Bugle
Do you know what a bugle is? No, I'm not talking about the musical instrument...I'm talking food. In the last couple of weeks I have been surprised and tickled to find bugles when perusing the gas station for a snack. What happened to bugles? I'm not the only one...they mentioned it on the radio yesterday, and asked the exact same question. Did bugles mysteriously disappear for a while? Where did they go? Why haven't I heard about them in forever? My friend Mary Ann used to tell me how much she loved to put a peanut M&M inside her bugles...that was her favorite way to eat them. When I was little and bugles were everywhere to be found I loved to squirt Easy Cheese into them. So, how could I not notice that they had disappeared from my life? Who out there doesn't love Bugles???
"If it's not Scottish...it's CRAP!"
I have a new favorite bar. The Highlander. I'd really like to find a Highlander of my own...but alas, none exist in this world anymore...but if I could just get my hands on a burly, hairy, non-underwear wearing, kilt wearing, rolling his rrr's, bastard of a Scot...I just might be the happiest person alive!
Frecklejuice
Do you remember that book? I actually tried the recipe when I was 8 or so. I woke up from a nightmare about Gabby the other night, which lead me to start thinking about her, which lead me to start thinking about her splattering of freckles across the nose and cheeks, which lead me to start thinking about how much people says she looks like me, which lead me to start thinking about what it is I like and don't like about myself, which lead me to think about my own freckles...and then...SHIT! My freckles! I don't have just a darling sprinkle across my nose and cheeks!!! I have a face full of freckles...freckles that I don't even think about when I look at myself because I've lived with them for so long...but sheesh!!! What do other people think when they see me for the first time! I am a freak. Don't worry, I'm accepting it, and dealing with it.
At the Car Wash
I was in the middle of the Laser Wash this past weekend, flipping through the radio stations...and there it was...the real Car Wash song...and what else is there to do when you're in an enclosed area, where no one can see you...you just have to sing as loud as you can...and dance...yes, you must dance when this happens...how often in your life will you actually be washing your car, and this song comes on the radio. It was fate. Maybe the gods are smiling on me again.
I am a linen whore.
I love linen of all kinds. I have about 20 towels...even though it's just Gabby and me...and even though I'm a one towel person...one for my head, airdry the rest. I could change my sheets and comforter everyday for a week without doing laundry...I have at least 3 shower curtains in storage...and the list goes on. There is nothing better in the world...to me...than the smell of clean laundry. My favorite Yankee Candles are Clean Cotton and Sundried Linen...and any perfume I buy usually smells soapy...clean...mmmm!!! So, I washed my sheets and duvet cover the other day, and decided it was time for a new look...so I swapped out my navy blue duvet for the one with pink flowers and stripes...and to my utter surprise...the pink duvet, that had been sitting in my linen closet for more than a year, in a small apartment that I smoke in, came out smelling like Victoria's Secret laundry detergent...my favorite clean smell of all!!! I was in heaven as I crawled into my bed that night....and had wonderful bunny rabbit dreams. Now it smells like smoke.
The Flip-Flop Queen Changes Her Flop
I AM the flip-flop queen. No, no...please don't argue. Believe me...you do not have as many as I do. One year Jessica came to visit me and brought me every color and pattern of flip-flop that she could get at Old Navy. I was hooked. From then on I bought flip-flops every time I went shopping. I had a different pair to go with every outfit. Then, one day I was just hooked on black flip-flops. And I bought a new pair of black flip-flops every time I went shopping...ones with glitter, ones with jewels, ones with flowers, ones with buttons, plastic ones, cloth ones, really, really expensive ones...And now...could it be that I could give them all up? Me...the jeans, t-shirt, and flip-flop queen has learned she likes heels. I love, love, love them...and now have a new shoe obsession. I want to wear them with everything! And two of my best features are my legs and feet, so they look really great on me. I've got to find a hobby...
You Gotta Wear Shades
After years of having to wear prescription sunglasses...I went out and bought the biggest, gaudiest, leopard print sunglasses you have ever seen...just because...because of my contacts...so just because I can!
My Own Little Piece of Porn
I just started watching Lost for the first time mid-season this past season. And now I'm a fanatic. I bought the first season, already finished it...and can't wait for more. And the best part of the whole thing I have found out...even though it's not what first attracted me to the show...is Sawyer and Sayid...YUM-MY!!! I could just watch Lost all day long, and never get enough.
Every afternoon I've been grabbing a banana from the pantry at work for my afternoon snack. The other day I walked into the pantry and was super excited that there was a perfect banana! No black spots, and just a little green at the top...just the way I like them! My usual routine is to cut the banana up, put it in a bowl, and eat it with a fork at my desk. So, on this particular day I started to peel my banana...and I kept peeling...and then I felt my cheeks start to flush...I realized that I was starting to get worried that someone else might walk in...this banana was huge...almost the size of a plantain...and I was feeling like I was doing something horribly obscene! I had found the Dirk Digler of bananas. But luckily, no one did walk in to find my embarrassingly cutting up the banana. So, I waked quietly back to my disk, and quietly laughed to myself as my flushed cheeks returned to their normal shade.
The Mystery of the Bugle
Do you know what a bugle is? No, I'm not talking about the musical instrument...I'm talking food. In the last couple of weeks I have been surprised and tickled to find bugles when perusing the gas station for a snack. What happened to bugles? I'm not the only one...they mentioned it on the radio yesterday, and asked the exact same question. Did bugles mysteriously disappear for a while? Where did they go? Why haven't I heard about them in forever? My friend Mary Ann used to tell me how much she loved to put a peanut M&M inside her bugles...that was her favorite way to eat them. When I was little and bugles were everywhere to be found I loved to squirt Easy Cheese into them. So, how could I not notice that they had disappeared from my life? Who out there doesn't love Bugles???
"If it's not Scottish...it's CRAP!"
I have a new favorite bar. The Highlander. I'd really like to find a Highlander of my own...but alas, none exist in this world anymore...but if I could just get my hands on a burly, hairy, non-underwear wearing, kilt wearing, rolling his rrr's, bastard of a Scot...I just might be the happiest person alive!
Frecklejuice
Do you remember that book? I actually tried the recipe when I was 8 or so. I woke up from a nightmare about Gabby the other night, which lead me to start thinking about her, which lead me to start thinking about her splattering of freckles across the nose and cheeks, which lead me to start thinking about how much people says she looks like me, which lead me to start thinking about what it is I like and don't like about myself, which lead me to think about my own freckles...and then...SHIT! My freckles! I don't have just a darling sprinkle across my nose and cheeks!!! I have a face full of freckles...freckles that I don't even think about when I look at myself because I've lived with them for so long...but sheesh!!! What do other people think when they see me for the first time! I am a freak. Don't worry, I'm accepting it, and dealing with it.
At the Car Wash
I was in the middle of the Laser Wash this past weekend, flipping through the radio stations...and there it was...the real Car Wash song...and what else is there to do when you're in an enclosed area, where no one can see you...you just have to sing as loud as you can...and dance...yes, you must dance when this happens...how often in your life will you actually be washing your car, and this song comes on the radio. It was fate. Maybe the gods are smiling on me again.
I am a linen whore.
I love linen of all kinds. I have about 20 towels...even though it's just Gabby and me...and even though I'm a one towel person...one for my head, airdry the rest. I could change my sheets and comforter everyday for a week without doing laundry...I have at least 3 shower curtains in storage...and the list goes on. There is nothing better in the world...to me...than the smell of clean laundry. My favorite Yankee Candles are Clean Cotton and Sundried Linen...and any perfume I buy usually smells soapy...clean...mmmm!!! So, I washed my sheets and duvet cover the other day, and decided it was time for a new look...so I swapped out my navy blue duvet for the one with pink flowers and stripes...and to my utter surprise...the pink duvet, that had been sitting in my linen closet for more than a year, in a small apartment that I smoke in, came out smelling like Victoria's Secret laundry detergent...my favorite clean smell of all!!! I was in heaven as I crawled into my bed that night....and had wonderful bunny rabbit dreams. Now it smells like smoke.
The Flip-Flop Queen Changes Her Flop
I AM the flip-flop queen. No, no...please don't argue. Believe me...you do not have as many as I do. One year Jessica came to visit me and brought me every color and pattern of flip-flop that she could get at Old Navy. I was hooked. From then on I bought flip-flops every time I went shopping. I had a different pair to go with every outfit. Then, one day I was just hooked on black flip-flops. And I bought a new pair of black flip-flops every time I went shopping...ones with glitter, ones with jewels, ones with flowers, ones with buttons, plastic ones, cloth ones, really, really expensive ones...And now...could it be that I could give them all up? Me...the jeans, t-shirt, and flip-flop queen has learned she likes heels. I love, love, love them...and now have a new shoe obsession. I want to wear them with everything! And two of my best features are my legs and feet, so they look really great on me. I've got to find a hobby...
You Gotta Wear Shades
After years of having to wear prescription sunglasses...I went out and bought the biggest, gaudiest, leopard print sunglasses you have ever seen...just because...because of my contacts...so just because I can!
My Own Little Piece of Porn
I just started watching Lost for the first time mid-season this past season. And now I'm a fanatic. I bought the first season, already finished it...and can't wait for more. And the best part of the whole thing I have found out...even though it's not what first attracted me to the show...is Sawyer and Sayid...YUM-MY!!! I could just watch Lost all day long, and never get enough.
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We are both the flip flop queens!!! I only wish I could wear them to work. (Yea, I got a new job, but it is only temporary- I hope!)