Sunday, February 28, 2010

Super Marketing Strategy

I chose to buy this particular potato masher because it said "Good Cook" on the packaging. Anyone that needs a little boost in their cooking confidence would probably lean towards the affirmation stamped right into the handle.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Quadruple Threat Friday!

1. Surprise visit from McWHYBAML (who was looking like a million dollars in a fancy schmancy suit). I LOVE surprise visits at work (sorry, work...!). I saw him walk through the doors and my heart flew out of my ears I was so happy.


3. Lunch with LFF who is finally in town again! AND! We're heading out on the town this evening. What an awesome weekend kick off!

4. Midafternoon closed door dance party with the Italian Stallion and Curly (with a little coffee mug moonshine).

So. I hope this Friday is indicative of the type of fun the rest of the weekend will possess - not only for me. But for you, the reader (hi Mom!).

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Why I Love Jennifer Nettles.

I'm resposting this from This girl is funny.

Blog from Jennifer, “Nothing Left to Luge”
February 25, 2010

Ah, yes, Olympic season. I absolutely love it. The Olympics bring out the athlete, the drama and the American in all of us. (Except when they showed the story of Shen Xue and Zhao Hongbo, the off-ice couple from China. All it takes is a little romantic ditty about two underdogs in their 30’s (which apparently is one triple lutz away from mummification in Olympic years) and I am ordering General Tsao’s Tofu and longing for cheap, plastic toys. But, I digress….). Sap stories notwithstanding, for the most part, I am a Yankee Doodle Dandy.

So, it’s not surprising that I found myself snuggled down on the couch, with a bag of kettle corn, watching these crazy thrill seekers put years and years of training on the line in one, frozen-tundra, nail-biting moment. As I was watching all the moguls skiing, the short course speed skating, the luge rocketing, and the figure skating, I’m watching and thinking two things:

1. I think they should put a snow mountain with bumps in it, in the new Harry Potter Theme Park and host “muggle’s skiing”. Get it? Muggle’s/Moguls? But I digress….and

2. What the heck is wrong with these crazy people?!?!!!! This stuff is nuts!!!

I mean, let’s talk moguls: 827 feet of incline, going really fast in the freezing, cold, gusting, wind on skis, banging your knees over and over before you’re supposed to compose yourself long enough to launch yourself off a ramp into some sort of flip or helicopter twist. Excuse me? If you put me on top of that hill and told me a pride of hungry lions were coming to eat me, or I could choose to make my way to the bottom, which would be filled with dark chocolate, you would still have to seriously shove my ass off there in order to get me to leave the platform. And let’s not even touch on the pressure of the situation in general. For example, if you screw up and fling yourself into oblivion on skis, on your one chance, oh well, there’s always FOUR YEARS from now!!!!!

And, does it seem to anyone else that the Winter Olympics are way more extreme and dangerous than the Summer Olympics? What is that all about? As someone who didn’t grow up to appreciate the cold nor the snow, I have my theories.

I think being cooped up in the cold for months and months at the time, makes people reckless and crazy. As in, “I’ve got to get outside and do something no matter what it is and no matter how much it sucks and, while I’m at it, I have so much pent up energy, I’m gonna get on some blades and go down a hill a bagillion miles an hour. The more adrenaline and the more dangerous, the better, because hey, anything is better than one more second stuck inside and I’ve got nothing left to luge!” (Yes, I went there). This theory could very well be true.
Blades and skis aside, cold, in and of itself, is dangerous. Consequently, I think just living in the cold weather makes you more of a daredevil because just walking outside is an extreme sport.

More specifically I would say it like this: where I grew up, it was hot. Now sure, there’s a possibility of dying from the heat. Say, maybe it’s the dead of August and you haven’t had anything to drink all day and you decide that running up and down the stadium steps at noon is the right thing to do.* But that takes a mistake of not drinking anything AND an effort to run AND a conscious decision to do so at noon. Not the same with cold. Cold, for example, you might just be headed out to the store at night because you forgot the milk on any given Wednesday and your car breaks down and you die because you freeze. My point being, it takes a significant effort to die in the heat. It takes a significant effort to not die in the cold. (Note: This does not apply to places of extreme heat like the Sahara Desert. But, luckily, we do not live there, and neither does anyone else in the Olympics, because it’s too hot and you can’t train because you will die. *See “significant effort” bit above.)

Really though, as I watch I am moved. Moved, because these people clearly love what they do and witnessing that is inspiring. Moved because they are not winning just for themselves. They are winning so that the whole country and all those they love, can share in that win and say, “WE are the best!”, and the athletes can know it was because of something they did. Moved, because their life long dedication and preparation for one shot at glory reminds me of our own precious, beautiful lives. Like the Winter Olympians, all we really want is to dedicate ourselves to life completely, giving it our best shot no matter how it ends, and hope that when it’s all said and done, those we love will think they are the best, because of something we did. Live it wide open.

- Jennifer Nettles

Revisited. Still Not Your Trash Can.

I know some of you may have forgotten my constant battle with my "superiors" and their post lunch time tradition of leaving their mint wrappers on my desk.

They have not forgotten.

They continue on with the bullying.

(Hand WAY above my head) I've had it up to here, you guys!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Me and My Olfaction.

The way paper smells when it is hot off the copier reminds me of sitting under the tree during the afternoons in the first grade listening to Mrs. Gunn reading the Boxcar Children.

Isn't that weird? I think it's weird. It's great because that's a pretty good memory - weird because I'm 25 and it was copy paper.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


Help make Facebook and Twitter safe. Status updates aren't weapons, folks.

Silent Protest

This is McWHYBAML's feline. He's a handsome boy and looks a lot like mine. What's funny about this photo is what is going on this side of the camera. McW was going to town on his guitar as I listened. That's not funny. It was nice. But.

McWHYBAML is convinced that this little guy is opposed to his guitar playing. McW says he runs away like he does when the vacuum is going. He didn't run away this go around - he just sat with his back to us. Silently - ears back in protest to the music making.

Friday, February 19, 2010

The Diva's Personality Test

If the Diva took the "which animal are you" test ...

... I assume she'd come up with 'parrot' as her result.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

I'd rather be a Leopard. Or even a Giraffe.

In my sophomore English class, we took the "Which animal best represents your personality" test. Everyone is always hopeful walking into personality tests. Inside we hope that the test results affirm what we've always thought about ourselves - we're the best things since sliced bread. We're the warmest, kindest, smartest, prettiest, funniest people on the planet.

Sometimes personality test results are either one way or the other - you are either this or you're that. When taking the personality test required to be hired for a local Christian bookstore - you are either a green light (available for hire) or a red light (probably not even a Christian - certainly not a candidate for hire). I was pretty Christian-y at the time...or so I thought. I failed my personality test. Red light.

The animal test didn't go well either.

Magpie. The test said my personality paralleled personality traits commonly exhibited by magpies.

People hate magpies.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

J-Net and K-Bush

Sugarland has given in to my heart's cry and they're coming to MY town. Months ago at a small group, the leader asked, "What are the top five concerts you have either been to or want to see?" What was at the top of my list?


The presale tickets went on sale last Friday. As luck (or the Good Lord himself) would have it, last Friday was payday! So, J-Net and K-Bush, I'm coming to see you. I'll know all the words to every song and I'm totally willing meet up backstage after the show. And...when you play this song: friend, the Stylist, and I are going to lose it.