November 2010
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Bruno Thoughts Tuesday
“Dun-dun-dun, attack of the great ball-chewing monster! RAWR! *Gnaw gnaw gnaw* I’ve got pointy teeth! Oh, hi mom. I saved your shoe from this red ball. You’re lucky to have me. I’m a ball-chewing monster! RAWR!”
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I need to just accept the fact that I am unable to watch “Untold Stories of the ER” and similar programs.
Last week I saw an episode about a woman who had four little worms embedded in her scalp.
Two minutes ago I noticed a little white “thing” right at my hairline.
It was a remnant of my night cream.
But for a split second I thought it was a worm.
My weekend was spent food eating, dog spoiling, irish music singing, cross-stitch learning, and friends and family visiting.
And now I’m spending my day cyber monday shopping, laundry doing, work out-ing, grocery restocking, professional self evaluating*, and to work returning.
Boo.
*There is little I hate more in life then end of the year self-evaluations for work.
Bruno Thoughts Tuesday
“Ummm dad? I think I’m done playing Dog Pillow.
Dad?
Daaaaddd?
Sigh.”
My husband made the very smart, mature suggestion of using the money we would spend on each other for Christmas and put it in a CD or something equally unfun.
I wholeheartedly opposed this suggestion.
Next year, sure, fine, good. I’m all for smart money moves and really there is never anything I want with great urgency.
And we have our birthdays and anniversary in June, so whatever. But it’s...
Things I Need To Know I’m Not The Only One Doing
“Saving” the “good” outfits for minute events. I worked two night shifts last week. I’ll work two day shifts this week. I always wear the “better” work clothes on day work days. Because more people will see me…or something. Also, Thanksgiving is Thursday. I currently have about five outfits I’m keeping myself from wearing before then in case I want to wear them over our weekend with my family. My...
I could not be a morning anchor person.
Their ability to be perky at six am is just a skill I can not hone.
really?
it wasn’t even a question.
Delusional
When I was little I had very grandiose expectations of myself. I imagined that I’d go to high school in California, become a blond haired, tanned, rollerblading, A-student, and have a football playing Ken-type boyfriend. I blame a Barbie coloring book and Sweet Valley High for that particular delusion. Reality:I would make a hideous blonde, I am physically unable to tan, most football...
My husband and I met friends for dinner/drinks tonight.
It’s 11:30 and we’re home. He’s asleep. I’m awake.
I’ve reached the point in my night where I could either finish the bottle of wine in the fridge or go to bed.
Decisions, decisions.
In other news,
These shoes got worn tonight.
They deserved a night out.
Smile Saturday
Tales of Working
Chapter: The Phone The phone rings approximately a billion times a day. Probability it’s for me….roughly 0.2%
Facts
I’m excited for a royal wedding.
Every time I see Kate Middleton’s name the Ben Folds “Kate” song goes through my head.
How gorgeous is she? And her blue engagement dress? B.e.a.-utiful.
I’m a little sad I won’t be a princess (because let’s be serious, Prince Harry is not a looker. and, yea, there’s that little “i’m already...
I don’t trust Listerine Zero.
Burning=clean.
Hydrogen peroxide anyone?
Things Making Me Sad
Courtney and David’s divorce (nnoooo, we were wedding day twins!)
Eva and Tony’s divorce
Having to wait two whole days for HP 7.1
Being on the last disc of Mad About You Season 5…and season 6 isn’t available yet.
The dream I had last night where my husband wanted to try out a new wife a la Sister Wives.
Animal Cops
Verdict
So I made this lasagna tonight.
A few thoughts:
Cottage cheese wasn’t bad, but I think I’ll revert back to ricotta
Salty salty salty. I even cut the salt by a 1/4, and it was still a little too much for my taste. My husband didn’t notice.
In short, eh.
It was okay. It wasn’t better than my regular lasagna. And due to the extra ingredients, I don’t think I’d...
I am fairly convinced there is a mini baby boom going on.
I feel like I know about 2 billion pregnant people right now.
Which is great, but a little weird.
Wednesday
Sometimes, it’s just a 3pm bubble bath type of day.
Today was one of those days.
GPOYW
One of my favorite photos ever. My husband, then boyfriend, “inflating” my face during our Valentine’s Day weekend getaway to D.C.
Dinner Plans
Currently: baking brownies, making dough for focaccia, doing laundry, constructing my holiday gift list*.
Tonight: kielbasa and homemade pierogies
other nights: meatloaf & garlic mashed getting the gumption up to try this lasagna
I’m not sure how I feel about cottage cheese in my pasta. I really, really like ricotta.
*every year the same people cause me trouble. Dear...
Bruno Thoughts Tuesday
They see me rollin’.
They hatin’.
Patrolling and trying to catch me ridin’ furry.
Two of my favorite people announced they were pregnant today!
The Boy’s cousin is expecting and Laney is pregnant too!
Congratulations ladies! Y’all will make some beauteous babies, I’m sure.
Saturday
Saturday, after my husband and I both got home from work, I made him change into something better than blue jeans and accompany me out on the town.
It had been a while since we’d gone out by ourselves to anywhere they had a wine list longer than a page and/or valet parking. I wore a dress for the first time in ages and if we didn’t go out that night I think I would have screamed.
We...
You guys!
I’m so excited!
So remember when I was all “I want to go to a NYE ball?”
Well, my company christmas party invite came this weekend.
Black. Tie. Optional.
Yay!
That heavy sigh you hear is my husband who mistakenly though his suit wearing days of 2010 were over.
I looked really pretty yesterday. I really should add more dresses to my wardrobe. And tights. Oh look! An excuse to shop!
Things I'm Not Good At:
Counting calories
Getting up early-anything before 9 is “early”
Throwing food away, even though I constantly tell myself “the biggest waste of food is wearing it on your waist,” I still feel mega guilty.
Straightening the hair at the back of my head. I can’t see!
Listening to music. I like music, I just don’t listen to it much. I’m aware this puts me...
I want to make a cake. With pink icing.
And focaccia bread.
Things I Should Not Eat:
cake with pink icing
focaccia bread
Who wants to volunteer to eat 80%* of the carbs I make?
*Because 20% is the adequate “i must test if it’s good enough to inflict on other people” amount.
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I miss living close to a sorta fancy grocery store. Specifically for Shirataki noodles and Boca Chilli Bowls.
I also miss living close to an Aldi’s.
I want to purchase twenty cent vegetables AND five dollar bags of soy-based noodle product.
It’s called: balance.
Yesterday I bought “glistening sapphire” eyeliner, tootsie roll pops, and a soda.
Then I made rutabaga and went to bed before eleven.
Just one example of how I manage to be 8 year olds and 80 years old every day.
Rutabaga rutabaga rutabaga!
It’s rutabaga time! I’ve got a pot full of the little yellow turnips boiling away!
It’s also now 12 hours from the start of my next work day.
Ups and downs.
Yay for Veterans.
And military branches. Especially this year, since they currently employ me.
And yay for paid holidays!
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Guilty as charged.
Need to chill out a little about the cruel fact that my husband...
1.27am. So not tired.
My demise was forgetting to set my alarm for a time before noon. This readjusting to day time living hours is not fun.
Work
Yesterday I got a “that-a-girl” from my boss’s boss for my “vigilance” in moderating social media.
Then I watched two discs worth of Mad About You Season 5, read a novel, and had popcorn.
I like night shift. And my job.
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Differences
Truth that drives me completely crazy: some of the people we know seem to function on this weird cave-man idea of hospitality.
Meaning: they have little more than none.
Meaning I now know to a) eat before parties and b) not expect a chair and c) wear comfortable shoes and a lot of layers because we’ll probably be outside standing around like hobos.*
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good bonfire...
I want to go to a NYE ball.
Dinner and cocktails and dancing and the ability to wear an evening gown and flirt with my husband.
Norfolk has a pirate cruise, with optional pirate costumes and “booty” to go home with. Not quite the evening I was imagining Norfolk, not at all.
Yummm
I usually don’t do pre-made baked goods. Like, not even pie crusts.
But these called to me in the grocery store and verdict?
Double yum.
If I crave chocolate I usually want it in brownie form, a measly hershey kiss won’t cut it. But I hate to make a whole pan of brownies and have them taunt me for days. These 60 calories per brownie and just enough chocolate to kill the...
Bruno Thoughts Tuesday
“Seriously?
Seriously?
This is what you’re going to do?
Take stupid pictures of me when there are squirrels outside waiting to be chased?
I thought you were better than that.
Sigh.
Ok. Fine. Have it your way. I’ll sit here and look pretty and you can take my picture and pet me.
Pet me, dammit.
Jeez. I have to explain everything to you people.”
Winning At Wedding Dress Shopping
This weekend I helped my best friend pick out her wedding gown.
She hit the wedding gown lottery with a perfect fitting, purely her, gorgeous gown.
And then we looked at the price tag.
$200.
The awesomeness of that cannot even be comprehended.
Bruno Thoughts Tuesday
Oh, Hello peasants.
This is my new Prince bed.
I convinced my humans to buy me this plush lovely pillow bed, fit for the Prince that I am, using my mind control ability. I spend a lot of my time here now. Sleeping. Chewing on my bone. And plotting to take over the world.
One day I will rule freely over all humans. There will be endless games of fetch, the other dogs at the dog park will...
