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Thursday, June 26, 2008

I sound like a drag queen!!

And I have for about a week now. I have Pneumonia. I've been to the doctor twice. Finally I have some high powered antibiotics and a steroid pack and an inhaler. And still, I sound like a drag queen. I don't look like a drag queen, as in I have real boobs and a real vajajay.

Speaking of vajajays. The show Two and a half men is on teevee and Charlie just said "I've got a vagina on my back! I need help." It might just be the codeine cough syrup, but that was funny.

Back on topic... I've been off of work for a week and I'm about to go insane. I don't stay home this much. I've slept a bazillion hours and watched a shitton of Law and Order Criminal Intent (thank you USA for the a-thon.) and now? I'm bored.

Also, I can't go swimming. that makes me sad.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Confidential to Jessica:

Tools, internet options, a box will pop open, the first box within the box is a home page. Just click "use current page".

Be sure to put your page on the page you want as your home page though.

Thanks for being a good sport.

MWAH!!!

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Attention ALL PROFESSIONAL BADMINTON PLAYERS

Tournament of Champions at my house this Saturday. Sign ups are at 6pm. Dinner provided (please bring your own beer and/or other recreational substances.) (J/K!!)

Dinner at 6:30. Hotdogs, Hamburgers, pasta salad, chips.

Two trophies will be awarded. One for the single champion and one for the doubles champion.

Badminton racquet's will be provided. But if the birdies (I refuse to call them shuttlecocks) go over the fence, they're gone. The neighbor is a bitch.

Mozilla Firefox Version 3? HATES ME

And I hate it too. I've downloaded, installed, uninstalled and started over again 3, possibly 4 times (I lost count in the blind rage that was caused by the prospect of losing all my bookmarks! FUCKERS.) Each time it "Crashed". Rebooted the whole laptop. Crashed. Assholes.

So I got a link to the older version I was already on when the stupid newer "Better, Faster" version came out and installed it. It works just fine.

Newer /= better

Ya know?

Monday, June 16, 2008

10 Simple Things.

Someone posted a thread on a message board I frequent asking us to list "10 Simple things". Sometimes it's truly beneficial to the psyche to remember what's good and what's easy in your life.

Here are mine:

1) When I get home and Thor is insane with excitement to see me.
2) When Mark kisses me on the bridge of my nose.
3) When mark calls me his butterbean.
4) Sleeping in an extra hour.
5) A hot cup of coffee.
6) A great conversation with friends.
7) Holding hands while we drive.
8) Learning to swim
9) Finishing a really great book.
10) Singing along with the car radio.

/pollyanna

Sunday, June 15, 2008

My weekend

Friday: Probably one of the greatest Friday nights ever. Started with a quick trip to Dick's Sporting Goods... Then four of us (Meredith, Jessica, and Angie) went to 5 Guys Burgers and Fries. The burger and fries were amazing. But even more so was the two hour conversation that took place between us. It was fabulous. Think Sex and the City only better with less Samantha.

The evening wound down and left me feeling very comfortable in my skin. It left me with a sense of rightness with my world and myself. With the issues I've had with anxiety and self-esteem this year, it was really wonderful. I also came away from it knowing that I have the GREATEST group of friends that there is to have. I am so incredibly lucky.

Saturday started around 8:30 am. Angie called me and we met up for some swimming. I swam another quarter of a mile (up to half a mile now.) It was great. The only bad part was; I was exhausted afterwards. Seriously exhausted.

After swimming I stopped for some CFA for lunch. I was in line for no-joke 45 minutes. SO IRRITATING. By the time I was aware enough to think I should go to Penn Station and get an artichoke sub instead I was blocked in and couldn't get out of line. Worked out fine though because by the time I got home I was so tired I fell asleep prior to actually eating the sandwich. (No worries though, Friends, I ate the fries on the way home.)

Saturday night consisted of driving up to Fredricksburg, VA to enjoy a birthday dinner with Sheila at Poppy Hill Tuscan Kitchen. It was fun. The Crab Crostini and the Antipasta plate were incredible. The Shrimp Risotto was amazing... the salmon was way way overdone. And we ended up getting the desserts for free b/c the dude just sorta forgot about us, but they were good too, specifically the Tiramisu.

After the restaurant we went to two bars. The first bar was fun for 3 of us, the second bar was fun for 2 of us... but really I just felt old and tired and wanted to go home. This bothers me on a basic level. First, how is it possible that on a Saturday night at 10pm I am thinking about going home and to bed? Second, why do I feel old in a bar? I may be 34, but I do not LOOK 34 and I am a fairly hip, not at all old-fashioned 34... so seriously, wtf has happened to me?

By Sunday I was over it.

It was Father's day to this Sunday. My dad came over w/ this gf and my sister. We got him an icecream maker for Father's day. I'm pretty sure he'll use it once or twice, but I'm guessing he'll put it away and eventually sell it in a yard sale or something. But he wanted it, and he's happy, so...

Then Sunday afternoon we went to Mark's parents for dinner. We gave his dad a bottle of Knob Creek Whiskey. So yum. I hope he likes it.

So that was my weekend. We just watched Design Star and now Mark is watching the History channel. Something about torture and execution devices.... great to watch prior to going to bed, right?

Thursday, June 12, 2008

I swam a QUARTER of a mile

That's not a lot you're thinking. Aren't you? It's 16 laps. And I did it. I can't walk now... but I did it. I can't lift my arms above my head... but I did it. I wolfed down dinner like I have never eaten before... BUT... I did it. I am exhausted and happy and satisfied. And, guess what? I DID IT!!!!!

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Memo to: My left ovary.

Dearest Ovary,

I appreciate the hard work you're putting in producing eggs. So please understand I'm not complaining or putting you down. But dude, let go. Those eggs need to go where you cannot follow. It's your JOB to let go. So just do it. You're hurting me. Like, physically.

Also, tell your friend Hormone that she can go fuck herself. Her tantrum inductions are NOT appreciated. AT.ALL. They make me look stupid.

Thanks in advance for your eternal cooperation.

Sincerely,

Your owner