Apparently - I work with rock stars.. or at least rock stars in the making. Went out with some good friends Saturday night to a place in Allen called Bubba Moose to see a band called Inside Anna. One of the best things was their banner that said "Don't you wish you were Anna?" Since I work with two of the band members, I'm going to have to say I don't wish I was Anna - that'd just be creepy.. ewww..
Learned a few things while I was out:
1) If you're going to be a part-time rock star, you should spend the rest of your time working at Frito-Lay. I say this because a huge portion of the audience were from Frito. They are an insanely supportive group.
2) Apparently if I'm going to have an affair at work, I'm allowed to have one with one of the band members. Steve (my hubby) said that since they were weekend rock stars, he'd have to approve of the affair. All that being said - I'm still happily married and no affairs planned or in process.
3) I work with some really fun people. Had a great time dancing, drinking, and just listening to music. Only akward a few times - and that's pretty impressive. Unlike the ex-co-workers of a certain friend of mine, we had a good time and didn't even have to grab each other's butts! What a concept.
Anyways. Fun weekend. Sorry it's over (of course, I'm always sorry the weekend is over - but this time more than usual).
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Scout Turns Five
This Tuesday, my super sweet pup (Scout) turned 5 people years old. That's like way more in dog years, but let's not go there because I don't want him to feel like he can start bossing me around. That might make him slightly less sweet in the future.
Kelly, Kandice, and Gizmo came over to play/hang out and we had a nice time. The amount of mess that teal food coloring makes on a black dog is a little amazing. You'd also be surprised at the nooks and crannies a schnauzer has on their face. I was finding cupcake icing for about an hour. Yikes.. not good when you have light colored furniture. My mission for the evening is to upload a picture of his cute little messy face so you can get a fraction of what I'm talking about.
So you don't think she wasn't invited, his sister Chasey was there as well. Her face wasn't so messy but I did find orange icing on her ear last night about 10 pm. That's some good dog parenting.
That's it for now. Monster headache. Wanting Pei Wei, a glass of wine, jammies, and my pups. Like I said - mission for the evening is posting a pic.. we'll have to see if motivation fails between the office and the house. It already failed badly enough that I'm skipping out on wine night with the girls. BTW - that means I suck.
Kelly, Kandice, and Gizmo came over to play/hang out and we had a nice time. The amount of mess that teal food coloring makes on a black dog is a little amazing. You'd also be surprised at the nooks and crannies a schnauzer has on their face. I was finding cupcake icing for about an hour. Yikes.. not good when you have light colored furniture. My mission for the evening is to upload a picture of his cute little messy face so you can get a fraction of what I'm talking about.
So you don't think she wasn't invited, his sister Chasey was there as well. Her face wasn't so messy but I did find orange icing on her ear last night about 10 pm. That's some good dog parenting.
That's it for now. Monster headache. Wanting Pei Wei, a glass of wine, jammies, and my pups. Like I said - mission for the evening is posting a pic.. we'll have to see if motivation fails between the office and the house. It already failed badly enough that I'm skipping out on wine night with the girls. BTW - that means I suck.
Friday, May 22, 2009
A seal in the Chimney.. and other events of the day
It's been a strange 24 hours.
Last night the smoke detectors decided to start going off about every 15 minutes. No smoke, no carbon monoxide.. think someone (thing) has a cruel sense of humor. I say this because my Chasey (cutest pup in the history of ever) HATES (and I can't emphasize that enough) the smoke alarm chirpping noise. That's not to say that anyone actually likes that noise - but she pretty much spazzes. So imagine me toting around a heavy-ass ladder around the house about midnight yanking down smoke detectors and almost wishing the house really was burning down so it would explain the damn chirpping. Steve and I replaced all the batteries and plugged them back in this afternoon. Just don't understand why the things only decide to let you know they are dying in the middle of the dang night.
Apparently - some sort of seal lives in my chimney. I'm not sure when he moved in (assuming he's male) but he's been doing that funky seal barking thing all afternoon... OK, I'm not completely stupid and I really do know tht a marine animal isn't really living above my fireplace. The challenge is that about 1/hour all afternoon/evening there's a goofy ass noise that really does sound like a seal. Checked outside, all over the house, and every place I could think of in between. Since I'm not satisfied not knowing that the hell it is - I'm calling is a seal and his name is Larry. He fell out of an airplane as it passed over Frisco on the way to DFW for final delivery at the zoo. If you see a news report on this tomorrow - just let them know that Larry is fine, he loves his new mother, and he thinks the Rangers are going all the way this year.
Oddest thing of the day... when I get home from work, there's Steve standing in the backyard washing windows. For those of you that just fainted.. pick yourselves back up and shake the haze out of your head. You read that right... he was washing the windows. I was expecting something like "hanging on the couch and playing poker" or "taking a nap with his pups" or even "watching porn in the middle of the afternoon". Not that he's lazy (he isn't). Just we're the kind of couple that hires that crap done and only after getting fliers on the front door reminding us that people do that kind of thing. I mean really.. who washes their windows? Apparently - we do. So, three windows later...the energy and enthusiam sort of dried up. At a rate of 3 windows every 18 months, we'll be done with them in just over 7 years. Sweet! (It boiled down to the fact that I think he just got a hard pain to own a squeegie. Even though that's not a power tool.. there's apparently still an attraction.)
Anyways.. in the scheme of things.. it's been an eventful (if not overly interesting) last 24 hours. I may not have new interesting hobbies in my life yet - but I do have a new pet. (Hi Larry!)
Last night the smoke detectors decided to start going off about every 15 minutes. No smoke, no carbon monoxide.. think someone (thing) has a cruel sense of humor. I say this because my Chasey (cutest pup in the history of ever) HATES (and I can't emphasize that enough) the smoke alarm chirpping noise. That's not to say that anyone actually likes that noise - but she pretty much spazzes. So imagine me toting around a heavy-ass ladder around the house about midnight yanking down smoke detectors and almost wishing the house really was burning down so it would explain the damn chirpping. Steve and I replaced all the batteries and plugged them back in this afternoon. Just don't understand why the things only decide to let you know they are dying in the middle of the dang night.
Apparently - some sort of seal lives in my chimney. I'm not sure when he moved in (assuming he's male) but he's been doing that funky seal barking thing all afternoon... OK, I'm not completely stupid and I really do know tht a marine animal isn't really living above my fireplace. The challenge is that about 1/hour all afternoon/evening there's a goofy ass noise that really does sound like a seal. Checked outside, all over the house, and every place I could think of in between. Since I'm not satisfied not knowing that the hell it is - I'm calling is a seal and his name is Larry. He fell out of an airplane as it passed over Frisco on the way to DFW for final delivery at the zoo. If you see a news report on this tomorrow - just let them know that Larry is fine, he loves his new mother, and he thinks the Rangers are going all the way this year.
Oddest thing of the day... when I get home from work, there's Steve standing in the backyard washing windows. For those of you that just fainted.. pick yourselves back up and shake the haze out of your head. You read that right... he was washing the windows. I was expecting something like "hanging on the couch and playing poker" or "taking a nap with his pups" or even "watching porn in the middle of the afternoon". Not that he's lazy (he isn't). Just we're the kind of couple that hires that crap done and only after getting fliers on the front door reminding us that people do that kind of thing. I mean really.. who washes their windows? Apparently - we do. So, three windows later...the energy and enthusiam sort of dried up. At a rate of 3 windows every 18 months, we'll be done with them in just over 7 years. Sweet! (It boiled down to the fact that I think he just got a hard pain to own a squeegie. Even though that's not a power tool.. there's apparently still an attraction.)
Anyways.. in the scheme of things.. it's been an eventful (if not overly interesting) last 24 hours. I may not have new interesting hobbies in my life yet - but I do have a new pet. (Hi Larry!)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
My Over-achieving Friend
We all have a friend.. the over achiever. Hell, I AM that friend to some people.
Frankly - as much as we love that person, we feel the overwhelming pressure to try to live up to the freakishly high standard they set. (and maybe, just maybe, a small part of us wants to smother them in their sleep so that we can go back to being mediocre.. it's a teeny tiny small part.. seriously.. don't call the police.)
The friend I'm referring to (at least in this example) is Denise. She's super creative, extra good at keeping people in touch with each other, and has decided to create a blog. To truly understand the height of the bar that she's setting, you have to know the following:
Frankly - as much as we love that person, we feel the overwhelming pressure to try to live up to the freakishly high standard they set. (and maybe, just maybe, a small part of us wants to smother them in their sleep so that we can go back to being mediocre.. it's a teeny tiny small part.. seriously.. don't call the police.)
The friend I'm referring to (at least in this example) is Denise. She's super creative, extra good at keeping people in touch with each other, and has decided to create a blog. To truly understand the height of the bar that she's setting, you have to know the following:
- She's known for this amazing newsletter that she creates a few times a year complete with photos/cutesy drawings, actual newspaper layout, and other quirky/awesome content. People that don't even know her find it interesting.
- Her blog is done from the perspective of her pet turtle. Holy crap! Who can compete with that?! It's bloody genius!
- She actually has hobbies, gets out of the house, and has a life worth reading about. Granted - none of that seems to be completely mandatory when creating a blog - but it's bound to help increase the desire of others to read it. Ugh...
So - not only am I forcing myself to try to put together a not completely terrible blog - I'm forcing myself to attempt to have a life worth writing about. That is particularly challenging as a workaholic (a self-proclaimed, wear it like a badge of courage, freakishly proud of it workaholic).
The ultimate question - am I up for the task? Only time will tell.
PS - Monica, I refuse to spell check - so you'll have to read at your own peril. Please resist the urge to print, correct with a red pen, and return.
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