Check it out.. it looks like a good time (Sponsored by Running Just as Fast as I Can).
Preppy Summer Swap
Who doesn't like things that are pink, green and in between?
I've already come up with my ideas. I hope that I get someone who likes to party! =]
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
We won our kickball game.
It's hysterical to think that at our first game, 5 weeks ago, we were actually talking about how we would have to throw one of our games so that they wouldn't move us from the super extreme social to the social league next season. At this rate, we are lucky to have won two out of five.
Whatever, it's fun.
Ladies night was a huge success, as always. My steak was perfect and those four glasses of wine really hit the spot.
Tonight after kickball we had another BBQ to go to (this time with the team).
I swear, if I look at another hot dog in the next week I'm going to turn into one. Oh, and if I have to drink another beer (or any alcohol for that matter), I may throw up. I'm not really a big drinker (I enjoy, just not in mass quantities daily) and I've been at some sort of BBQ or party every day/night since last Thursday.
I was so agitated at work today, the shakes and full on bitchy attitude could have been alcohol withdrawal (arguably).
In other news.. I'm contemplating quitting the loft. I do enjoy it, but it's a real bummer to have to work Friday nights. Plus, the fact that I won't know when I'm working the next week until four days before kinda puts a damper on the fun.
Granted I still have time to have fun (read above if you missed it)..but I could really use some time to just sit on my butt doing nothing. The laundry has been neglected and I'm way more tired and agitated than I usually am (not b/c it's hard, but b/c there is much less downtime).
Plus, there is also the small fact that I've spent significantly more than I've made in the last two months. My wardrobe is kickass, but I'm pretty much paying the loft for my employment.
The straw that really broke my back was the fact that I was yelled at (full on yelled at) on Sunday for not "board folding" the cardigans correctly. I know I'm a snob, but I am way too well educated to be yelled at for not folding a freakin' sweater correctly.
When the manager saw it she yelled, "Ashley, you're going straight to the Principal's office. These are NOT board folded!" When my shift was over at three (and I had a going away party that I was already late to, to attend-damn work interfering again), she made me stay late and refold the sweaters correctly. Of course I was fuming and said "I have somewhere to be."
Luckily, she was able to get another employee to finish, but she told the other employee to yell at me first and to tell me to do it right next time.
It was tragic. Simply tragic.
Too bad I'm too wimpy to actually quit. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.. what can I say? I've never quit a job. Ever (usually my time was up or the summer ended and it was back to college etc). I need help.. Please. Save me from the board folding bitches.
Monday, April 28, 2008
I'm buzzed so I asked boyfriend to clarify the hot pants situation.
He says, I didn't look hot in the pants. I was just generating too much heat.
Exact quote: "You wear long pants to keep you warm. If you're generating heat it's going to come off of you and stay trapped underneath the covers."
Boyfriend is nuts- I'm freakin gorgeous.
Sidenote: I'm buzzed. Boyfriend, he on the other hand can't use that excuse. He's just a strange ranger.
Labels: Strange Ranger
I may look young, but I wasn't born yesterday.
Setting: My bed, lights out, last night.
Boyfriend (BF)- You should take those flannel pajama pants off and put on shorts.
BF- Because it's too hot in here and those pants warm up the whole bed.
ME- Excuse me, but are you wearing these pants?
BF- No, but it makes the whole bed hot.
ME- I'm totally going to blog about this. You are ridiculous.
BF- Go ahead, then everyone will tell you that I'm right and that you are wrong. Your pants make me too hot.
It's ladies night again. On the agenda-- white wine, baked potatoes, salad, macaroni salad and steak. Yum.
Labels: Strange Ranger
Sunday, April 27, 2008
I think that a few of my readers may watch the Real Housewives of NYC.
Well I watched the reunion yesterday, and it must be said....
Ramona- you are disgusting and a huge bitch. I thought Vickie from the OC was bad-- Ramona may be comparable.
Oh, and for those of you wondering about Alex. There are in fact naked pictures of her all over the Internet. However, although she mentioned that they were ONLY from the top up and that they DID NOT show "South Florida"--one little Google search will prove otherwise.
I was just being nosey and I don't appreciate what I found. I am now fully aware of the fact that the only hair on Alex McCord's body is on her head. Sweet.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
We lost again last night.. but at least we know how to have fun.
Apparently, after we left the bar last night there was a stabbing. A few of our more hardcore kickball team members were still out. Several were told to get down or get shot by a cop.
I'd like to thank the lord for getting me out of there by 10:30. I would have had a nervous breakdown if I saw that.
Can't wait for next week (sarcasm).
It's amazing that such a beautiful city can also be totally ghetto.
Okay.. well, we did manage a compromise.
Instead of wallpaper, we're going to head out and take pictures of the beach. We will mat those pictures and put a lone picture of a sailboat (in the ocean) in the middle of our makeshift mural.
I think it sounds quite delightful.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Bummer. I knew that this was going to happen.
Boyfriend coined my wall art idea uncreative and not chic. He thinks that he saw it on the Brady Bunch.
He would prefer a black and white photo of a sailboat.
Which brings me to the question of merging things.
Boyfriend doesn't have a lot of stuff. I have lived alone since I was 22, so I have a lot of stuff. In fact, i have lived alone since I was 22 so I've become accustomed to doing things my way and having things the way that I like it.
Although I'm thrilled to be moving in with boyfriend--it is a little crazy that I'll never have things the way I want them ever again. Boyfriend cares far too much about home furnishings and home decor to let much slide. Unfortunately, I prefer classic and creative. He prefers... well I don't know what he prefers. From what I've learned so far it involves red velvet couches, sailboat art, and small plastic cows with polka dots.
What I do know is that boyfriend isn't the kinda guy that is going to say, "A purple bathroom, sure honey, if that makes you happy" or "Pink and green in the kitchen? Do it up, I'm masculine and I know it."
Regardless, it is really crazy that I'll never have a bachelorette pad ever again. I'm excited about the idea, but I'm not looking forward to packing up the purple, yellow and red.
How in the world did you ladies merge stuff?
Believe it or not, I'm a pretty crafty, domestic kind of girl.
I can cook, I love to clean, and I garden.
I enjoy crafts (although not stamping and scrap booking- think more along the lines of heavy duty work such as painting walls, tiling a floor, decorating furniture and so on), and have been longing to design a mosaic table for over 2 years now (no space).
For the past oh, what seems like many years, I've been stuck in an apartment, and it doesn't look like I'm going to get out anytime soon. However, if everything works out, I will be upgrading. I'm currently in a one bedroom, but once boyfriend moves in, we are taking a step-up and going for two bedrooms/two baths.
Obviously, I'm thinking about decorating (boyfriend has his own ideas. They involve the words red velvet couch and removing all things purple, yellow and red. puke. gag. me).
Anyways, I was reading Redbook last night (seriously, could I sound anymore like a mid forty year old?)... and I came across this picture.
Now, for the most part, I'm not a huge fan of wallpaper. But, when you can't paint and you can't afford a Picasso, I'm thinking that this is one fabulous idea. Boyfriend and I have not discussed it yet, but I'm hoping that he gives me the okay. I think that it would look fabulous anywhere and it's completely budget friendly. What's one roll of wallpaper and a bunch of box frames (it's not much boyfriend, please please okay this one)?
Anyways, in a search for wallpaper (I love the green toile going on in that picture, but boyfriend's a wildcard, I'm sure) I found this purple damask that I love.
I'm all about damask lately--and yes, I know it's a little much, but think small cut outs on little frames.
I texted boyfriend and asked if he would be opposed a large purple mural in our new apartment.
His response- "Morally, yes."
Does anyone out know of any fabulous wallpaper designers out there?
Redskins wallpaper need not apply.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Yesterday was our anniversary. Not a huge one, but we decided to do a date day/night anyways.
Mini-golf is always fun--especially because I beat boyfriend. By a lot.
Check out those skills! His green ball is heading right in the hole (too bad, I still won).
Damn, I am in desperate need of a tan.
We rounded out the night with a walk downtown and dinner at a fabulous restaurant. Seriously, we ate like crazy. We had crab dip, greek salads, lamb for him and steak for me.
After dinner, we picked up a bottle of champagne and came home to play American Idol Karaoke Revolution (his present to me).
I love Saturdays like this.
I love you boyfriend!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
I heart you.
Girls Night was a huge success. It was sunny, beautiful, and 80 degrees on Thursday so we took full advantage and dined outside. The water was a bonus-- our whole city is surrounded by it, so most of the restaurants have water views and/or patios. However, I'm not going to lie--I still feel lucky every time I look around at my surroundings. I'm one lucky girl.
Dinner was fabulous and all of the hot topics were up for discussion. We hit religion, politics, the pros and cons of going commando (the waiter loved walking in on that), elephants, dinosaurs, cave men, corn powered fuel, asparagus pee, and of course what life was like in the 700's.
It's easy to have such animated discussions after a few glasses of wine and a long day at work. I can't wait to do it again.
(oh, and please note the new Vera. I love it!)
Labels: Girls Night Out
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I'm probably the only person left in America that still watches the bachelor, but come on.. I like nothing more than watching a group of hood rats, I mean, girls fight for a man.
This week was no exception. To be honest, I think he picked the right four girls and I'm rooting for Noelle to take it all (and the man).
Robin, who was kicked off this week was whack. If looks could kill, the bachelor would have been dead on the spot.
The Loft is killing me. I want everything in there. At this point, I'm basically working for free. Great. Boyfriend is going to love it when I take not only one, but both closets in our new place.
Speaking of boyfriend- I love him a lot... but I'm excited for girls night tomorrow. Koyaanisgatsi, Darth Mama, Mari (who is too cool for a blog) and I are heading out for dinner and drinks. Excited is an understatement. As you know, I love food and drinks and I love female conversation. Boyfriend isn't great at the female conversation.
I came close to losing my mind. I was amidst the stress of applying for jobs, interviewing for jobs, deciding if I wanted to stay in Maryland or completely uproot myself elsewhere (for a job).
Everything worked out in the end, duh. But it took a few hellish months and a couple of panic attacks (a new thing for me) to get through it.
Anyways, as I was saying, amidst of all of this, my little brother was a senior at Virginia Tech. I remember being at the middle school (for internship- I'll never go back to middle school) and watching everything unfold on the television in the guidance office. I freaked out, I called my family and I think that I eventually left early.
Fortunately, my brother was about a mile away in his apartment at the time. However, my heart goes out to the loved ones of the students who's lives were lost in this terrible tragedy.
My brother's graduation only one month letter was similarly terrifying. The families who lost a loved one were all at the graduation, and the ceremony was heartbreaking. I'm still thinking of you all, one year later.
Labels: We remember
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
I complain and complain and complain about not losing weight (or ahem, gaining).
I'm not even talking about a substantial number here, either-5 maybe 10 pounds, TOPS!
My pants still fit (snugly), and I haven't gone up a size--but I do have a nice indent on my tummy (read total button indent) that never used to be there when i take off my pants.
But, I don't actually get off my butt and do anything about it.
I planned on walking off the pounds tonight, but Desperate Housewives seemed way more enticing.
Instead of eating a salad, I whipped up some pork, asparagus and shitake black bean stir fry. That sucked, so I threw it away and ate half of a frozen pizza. Polished off with a cookies and cream ice cream bar.
Seriously, can somebody please give me some motivation. I've got nothing (expect a refrigerator full of food).
Labels: I need some motivation. Please
If you haven't already noticed, I'm a shop-a-holic.
Seriously, there is a book about me. Some pathetic Americans may even think that I need therapy (i.e. the pathetic Americans who believe that you can become addicted to texting, talking on the phone, grocery shopping etc.--seriously, what isn't a mental illness nowadays?)
Moving on. In my true, in need of therapy, shopaholic fashion, I went bikini shopping this weekend. Via the Internet of course (I prefer online shopping-most places ship free so why not try it on at home and return it at the store if need be?
I'm a complete oxymoron. I love shopping, but hate the mall.
1. I don't like to be so close to people in spandex with feathered hair.
2. I'm not about to get into another fist fight over a parking spot.
.... okay, that didn't actually happen, but I did consider keying some homely, hairsprayed loser who stole my spot during the Christmas season.
Anyways, I'm really going off on a few tangents today.
I hit up American Eagle for some deals. Before you go all, you're 26, you shouldn't be shopping at American eagle, on my ass--they really do have some cute stuff. Some stuff that a respectable 26 year old can totally wear. I mean yes, I wouldn't recommend picking up a pair of shorts with a one inch inseam or anything, but you can certainly work out a pair of Bermuda shorts, a tank and/or a bikini if you chose wisely. Trust me, I chose wisely and plentifully. I managed to pick up three bikinis, a handful of shorts, a handful of tops and a cute pair of pink plaid espadrilles.
Anyways, Check it out and use coupon code 4079580 for 20% off through 4/16
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Well, another weekend comes to an end.
Can you tell that I'm not looking forward to Monday?
I had friday off from the Loft so I spent an enjoyable weekend on the back patio with a few friends.
Saturday, Boyfriend and I went out for seafood and managed to throw down 1.5 pounds of king crab, 1/2 pound of steamed shrimp, coconut shrimp and a mini brie. I also managed to get a nice, healthy buzz off of 2 glasses of Sauvingnon Blanc (my favorite).
It was a fantastic date, but I kinda ruined the rest of the evening. I was ready for pjs by 7pm--boyfriend was ready to throw down, as per usual.
Today I finally broke out the grill and boyfriend whipped up some kabobs.
Yes, my life revolves around food. This is why i'm slowly developing a gross, unhealthy stomach.
Friday, April 11, 2008
1. Go to photobucket (don't sign in).
2. Type in the answer to the questions below in the search box.
3. Use only pictures found on the first page.
4. Copy the html and paste for the answer.
I stole this idea from the Cat's Pajamas and I tag anyone who reads! Let me know if you do it, so that I can check it out.
1. My Name?
2. Favorite color?
3. Celebrity crush?
4. Music you're listening to now?
5. Favorite movie?
6. Favorite Disney princess?
7. Favorite alcoholic beverage?
8. Dream vacation?
9. Favorite dessert?
10. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Gorgeous, spring days, make me feel incredibly blessed to live only one mile from this. Seriously, one mile. No lie. I love living here.
I'm feeling good after a few beers and a cheesy, smothered burrito from Mexican Cafe. John and I met our friends Mike and Noelle there (I needed it.. I worked from 7-3 at real job, 3-8 at fake job).
You know it's going to be a good day when the lady at Panera asks you if you're an actress.
Umm, what?!?!? I replied.
She said I had the look of an actress (whatever that means). She could have sworn I came straight from Broadway.
I'm going to take that as a compliment.
Labels: Thirsty Thursday
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Yes, I have another cat story for you.
One Saturday, a few weeks ago, I decided to let Snap and Sage come out on my Balcony with me and boyfriend (Big Mistake).
They loved it. They lounged, they explored, and they didn't try to jump through the railing bars for at least a half hour. After that, I made them go inside (I'm not risking a kitten jump).
Ever since that day, Sage has been trying to get outside on the back patio. She normally never makes a sound, but will meow, loudly whenever I'm out there. She has attempted to climb up the screen door several times, has made a hobby out of trying to stuff her entire body in between the screen door and the glass door, she is beginning to learn that her thumbs work at cracking the screen door open, and has even attempted a running, sprinting start-- straight into the screen door (seriously, the girl got air).
Boyfriend came up with a great idea. He told me to get Snap and Sage a kitty harness and a leash so that they can join me on the patio-- while avoiding any jumping off the second story type events.
April showers a.k.a., I haven't seen the sun since last Saturday, prohibited the use of the new leashes. But today, the sun finally came out and I let the kitties join me for some afternoon sun.
Sage loved it- and I was able to avoid any escape attempts. Sidenote: Seriously, isn't she gorgeous?
Snap, on the other hand, wiggled himself out of the harness in less than 5 minutes. Apparently, harnesses don't work as well on anorexic kitties. As a result, Snap was banished inside-- where he watched Sage and I enjoy an afternoon in the sun.
Yes, I'm a mean mom.
So, I was catching up on my blog reading this afternoon, and I came across this:
It's Vera Bradley, obviously. Do I need another purse? Heck no. Did I get another purse? Yes. I swear, I feel the peer pressure via computer waves, just reading my favorite blogs.
I'm over feeling bad about a purchase that I don't necessarily need.
1. It was really cheap for Vera Bradley.
2. It's super cute.
3. I've mentioned this before, but I'm all about red, white and blue.
4. Although I have a lot of purses, they are 99% Coach and all have at least some leather and/or suede on them. This tote will be perfect for summer.
5. Yes, I feel the need to rationalize purchases. I'm trying to get out of debt.
6. Once boyfriend moves in, it will free up at least at few hundred dollars a month. I'm going to feel like a millionaire.
7. Oops, did I forget to mention that I may have picked up a large duffel as well? Oh, well that was on sale. 40% off.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Shoot. Our winning streak has ended. We lost our kickball game tonight- To a group of 9 old people (to us, old means over 33--not that, that is old in real life.. but it's up there for intramural kickball). I swear they all work for Gold's Gym or something because the girls were trolls and the guys were beasts.
It's supposed to be the super extreme social league (i.e. we met at the bar two hours before the game for 2 for 1 miller lites). Have I mentioned that we have 19 players? 19 young bucks lost to 9 people who needed to sub base runners b/c their hip replacements were acting up.
Okay, maybe that's a little bit dramatic, but I swear one twisted a knee cap and another sprained an ankle.
I'm sort of over it. It was wet, the ball slipped out of our hands, and really, we just aren't that good. Boyfriend, on the other hand, is super competitive (I didn't quite realize this until last week). I need to go make him popcorn and cuddle before he falls into a deep kickball losing depression
Monday, April 7, 2008
It's amazing what I think about on a daily basis. Today, while at work, I was pondering Jessica Simpson. When I came home and read my friend Amanda's blog (Pulling a Miranda) I was reminded of my thoughts earlier in the day.
I used to be a big fan of Jessica Simpson. You know, back in the Newlyweds Nick and Jessica era.
However, my Jessica Simipson-itis has been on a rapid decline since she left Nick.
Now, I'm not going to profess that I know anything about religion or religious ideals, but I do remember how she would brag about waiting for marriage, but then she turns around and gets a divorce. Kind of hypocritical.
I mean seriously, if you're religious enough to save yourself, isn't a quick divorce out of the question?
Yup, it's totally a Monday. As I've mentioned a few thousand times before, I'm not the biggest fan of my Monday/Tuesday school. On top of all of that, I'm pretty exhausted.
My side job is really getting in the way of real life. Instead of lounging around all day Sunday, I spent 7 hours working the register. I need to keep my mind on the cash.
Anyways, back to my real job. I spend about 1/3 of my time doing individual and/or group counseling, 1/3 of my time in parent meetings, and about 1/3 of my time testing kids and writing up psychological evaluations. Well, you can't write psychological reports the old fashioned way anymore. You know, with Microsoft word and a template. Nope, instead we have to use a web based software that is controlled and monitored by big brother (in county) and the state.
Basically, this web based software is designed to make life easier, but really just makes it suck. Today, while adding to a background history, I lost everything. Normally, I'm neurotic about pressing save on the top of the screen every ten minutes (didn't I get mad at boyfriend for something eerily similar?) to ensure that I save my work-- seeing as though I've seen way to many coworkers lose everything. I could have sworn I saved it, but something happened to my computer, and poof! It was gone.
Several people were in my office doing work so all I could do was yell "Monday!" Not, "I hate you, if I had a window I'd throw you out of it," like I would have preferred.
In other news, boyfriend and I are most likely moving in together when my lease is up in August. He basically lives here now, and it will save both of us (well mostly me) a ton of money. Ideally, I'd rather be engaged before I live with someone, but I'm still excited and I think it will definitely work out. I haven't gotten sick of him yet and he's here 98% of the time.
I'm very excited--except when he threatens to buy that velvet red and yellow redskins couch--and he generally threatens this once a day.
I swear, if he doesn't shut it, I'm going to pierce his ear when he's sleeping and slip this in..
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Boyfriend's goddaughter is so cute. She's four months old and absolutely beautiful.
I feel like I'm already part of his family- considering the fact that I try to hog the baby whenever we get together, and most of the time they let me.
I make boyfriend spoil her. We've seriously bought the little sweetie at least 10 outfits and she is now the proud owner of a redskins cheerleader uniform (I wanted Steelers--boyfriend won).
Last night gave me baby fever (don't worry boyfriend-- I don't have any ideas--it's 100% not the right time). I've always loved babies and I've always wanted at least five kids.
Now that I'm 26, the likelihood of 5 kids is gone. Before y'all go off about 26 being super young-- I agree. I just don't want to be popping out kids for ten years straight (I need at least a year break in between each one). Plus, Ideally, I'd like to be done with babies by 35. Maximum.
My parents had us young and they constantly tell us-- "Get the kids over with early. Spend your fifties playing beer pong with your adult kids."
Ideal number has officially changed to three.
or maybe four.
Labels: baby fever
So, have I got a deal for you.
I love reading trashy gossip magazines and ragging on the gross outfits that stars leave the house in.
Right now, DiscountMags is giving out 1 year subscriptions (52 issues) of US weekly for only $5.00! I'm not sure how long this deal will last, but just click the link here and go through to check out. Once there, apply the code SLICKDEALS.
My subscription is running out-- so I found this just in time. Yay to reading trash.
Since I told you about this deal, I expect a comment letting me know if/when you took advantage of it. =]
p.s. I'm serious.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
People are OBSESSED with M.I.L.F.S, aka MILFS, aka Mothers I'd like to F*ck.
I'm not even sure when I even brought up the word MILF, but apparently 99 out of my last 110 keyword searchers visited me after searching for.....
*insert random work here (examples include cat, snap, man meat, garage etc) MILF.*
Labels: I'm not even a mom- wtf?
Saturday (today) and Sunday Only....
20% off your ENTIRE purchase at the loft when you spend more than $100.00.
We are also having a 30% off an entire suit (not sale items), if you buy at least two pieces. Pair that with the 20% off and you've got a suit for 50% off.
We're having our Spring Wardrobing event.
Can't wait to work all day tomorrow. Gross.
Boyfriend just made me scrambled eggs, bacon and hash browns.
He's such a sweetie.
Enjoy your weekend.
We're eating crabs tonight. Now, I love crabs. It's one of the reasons that I moved to Maryland. Boyfriend's family is coming up for dinner. Wish me luck (although I've met them a few times).
Thursday, April 3, 2008
I'm always on the prowl for a good bargain.
I found a few pairs of shorts that I loved at J.Crew. However, I cannot afford to drop 60-70 dollars on a pair of shorts that may or may not be in style next summer.
Instead, I picked up these wannabe shorts for $13.00 at Old Navy. They've already arrived and they are very cute. Now if only I could find that green trench (it's gone at Gap and the Loft. Bummer).
I was reading the Cat's Pajamas post earlier today (see blogroll), and although I'm not trying to brag, I think that I was blessed with very angelic kittens.
I know, lots of people hate cats, and a lot of people can rattle off at least one or two cat horror stories. In fact, I have one of my own. About 15 years ago, while baking my father a birthday cake, my parents' cat jumped up on my leg and clawed my entire calf. I shook my leg vigorously, but that little shit just hung on for a good 15 seconds with all four paws entirely through my skin. Talk about puncture wounds.
Anyways, the Cat's Pajamas wrote a post about kitty dental work and her new and not-improved redneck kitty (who I'm sure is STILL cute as hell). I thought to myself, oh snap, I can't afford kitty dental work... I'm going to try to brush their teeth myself (for the first time in their 11 months--yeah, I'm a good mom). I was prepared for the worst, but I managed to get both cats done in under a minute. I scooped them up into my arms, boyfriend held their mouths open and I brushed away. It actually appeared to be a pleasurable experience for Snap and Sage (who doesn't love tuna and chicken flavored toothpaste).
I'm seriously blessed with these two (you never know if you're going to get a winner or a hood rat when you hit the animal shelters). They allow me to bathe them with minimal struggle, and they are more than happy to let me trim their nails every single week. It's amazing how many people I know that don't cut their cats nails.. I do it 1-2 times per week.
They aren't all rainbows and sunshine. Sage scratched me once, about two weeks after I got her (while carrying her around) and Snap occasionally enjoys biting my hair when I'm asleep. However, for the last 10 months and two weeks there hasn't be a hiss, scratch or bite in sight.
I'm over the MSA frustration already. Tomorrow is staff meeting day and a half day for the kiddos, so I can sleep in a little, and put in about half an hour of actual work. Score.
Boyfriend is at trivia with his best friend, so I made myself a gourmet meal and watched all of the cheesy shows on my DVR --that he hates.
One question for my loyal readers. How do you guys shop?
You wouldn't believe the amount of people who come into the Loft and drop 800-1000 dollars at a time and that's it. They are done shopping for the season.
Yes, I have probably dropped 800 dollars in a season, but never at one time or in one store. That just seems so limiting. I like a little variation to my wardrobe. The loft head to toe isn't going to get me at least one compliment a day-- but mixing it up will. =]
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
So, I probably won't be participating in NaBloPoMo this month (I'm sure you're not crying).
I've got my real job, my fake job, AND kickball. I'll probably post daily, but still- I just can't be tied down this month. =]
Anyways, I'm SHOCKED that it's already April. This year is flying by (I say this every month), but seriously? April. Wow.
Work sucked, as per usual (on a Monday or Tuesday). I got pretty pissed at Thing #2, but I'll save that story for another day. I don't want to bore you. =]
It's another beautiful day here in the midatlantic, and it topped out at at least 70 degrees. Sadly, I was stuck inside at work-- but when I arrived home I took advantage of the lovely weather.
Boyfriend was out before me (lucky boy works till 3pm--but has to wake up at 5:30, ugh) and had all the windows open at my apartment. We sat out on my balcony for at least an hour, before grilling up some burgers. I'm in love with spring.
Opening day for MSA starts tomorrow. Unamused is an understatement. I get to proctor the exam this year, which means sitting in a classroom with 20 fifth grade students for three hours. Have I mentioned that I can't do anything? No books, no magazines, no computers. I get to sit there and stare at the kids for three hours. Obviously, all he kids would try to cheat on the assessment via the latest issue of US Weekly. I hate the MSA. It's not in my job description, but apparently I need to suck it up and proctor my little heart out. At least it beats spending the day with Thing #1.
Opening day for kickball starts tomorrow as well and I'm pretty excited. I had a blast playing last year, and of course there is the fact that I met boyfriend on the kickball field. Boyfriend claims that he doesn't remember seeing me during the first game, yet he remembered that I wore black capri yoga pants and black shorts to the games. Please, I had that boy in my hands before he could blow the first whistle. Lets hope I can keep up the magic this season.