My life on the rocks.
latchkey kid I was a latchkey kid growing up. My mom was working and going to school. So I was home alone for at least an hour or two in the afternoon. And I loved it. Almost immediately after school I would head to the neighborhood convenience store. I'd buy candy and snack cakes, then eagerly head home to watch afternoon cartoons. I had a routine....
America's Team. Really? When I was growing up Baltimore didn't have a football team. Most would assume that I would look down the road to DC for a team to cheer for, but no. I looked all over the league and decided to become a Cowboys fan. (I was 12 and thought Troy Aikman was cute.) I dropped my Dallas Star for a Baltimore Raven in '96. But there's still a soft...
The Art of Bridal War Sun Tzu says: Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected. The Wannabe Bride says: Engage him in conversations about marriage when he least expects it. Boyfriend: Honey? Can you get me some toilet paper? You: Sure, if you give me a ring. Sun Tzu says: Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not...
Not the Mama! It's not that I'm anti-baby. I'm just anti-me-having-a-baby. I remember when I was younger I would play with my cabbage patch doll Kristie Mae or Kelly Ann or whatever the heck her name was. I would dress her up in little outfits and do her hair. I had a stroller to cart her around in and we even had matching rain slickers. It was fun for...
Viagra Penguin
I LOVE Penguins.
Penguins were my sorority mascot. Since graduation, 6 years ago, I haven't participated in any sorority stuff. But I still love penguins.
They're so cute and adorable. How could you not love them?
Anyone who knows me, knows my fascination with everything penguin. There is at lease 1 penguin in every room of our...
Sep
29
Category : Adventures in Drinking, Jay
Things at work have been rough. So, I’ve decided to find solace in martini’s.
Jay and I have implemented martini nights. It started as a once a week event, but it’s now become so regular that I get giddy at the sound of the shaker. The cat on the other hand runs for fear. The humans tend to get a little silly after a martini or two. Continue Reading
Sep
23
Category : Random Conversation
While watching Top Chef Desserts, in reference to Chef Seth:
ME: Maybe he has Ritalin…after some thinking…No not Ritalin. What’s it called? AC…AC…
JAY: Yes, hon. It’s called ACDC. A terrible disease. It shakes you all night long.
ME: Laughing…I meant ADD.
Sep
23
Category : Uncategorized
My husband is filing for divorce.
Ok, so not really, but he’s tempted. Why? Because I cheered for The Situation on Dancing With The Stars. Not sure if it’s more so because I was watching Dancing With The Stars or if it’s because I actually know who The Situation is. But either way he’s embarrassed to know me. Continue Reading
Sep
21
Category : Uncategorized
The deadline for the recipe contest is September 23rd. Submit your recipe by midnight on the 23rd and be entered to win a 5 piece barware set. Hurry! Time is running out.
Sep
10
Category : Jay
I received a message from my hubby today to call him when I got a chance. I braced myself before dialing his number fearing that I’d be privy to another rant about why he hates Papa Johns. (we actually love their pizza. It’s the delivery that’s the problem. But I’ll write about that another time.) Instead I heard four words I least expected: “I started a blog.” Continue Reading
Sep
04
Category : Uncategorized
Previously posted March 29, 2009.
It’s not that I’m anti-baby. I’m just anti-me-having-a-baby.
I remember when I was younger I would play with my cabbage patch doll Kristie Mae or Kelly Ann or whatever the heck her name was. I would dress her up in little outfits and do her hair. I had a stroller to cart her around in and we even had matching rain slickers. It was fun for a while, but then we got a Nintendo and I was introduced to a plumber named Mario.
This story kind of represents how I feel about babies now. Their cute in their little outfits and I can’t help but say “Ahh”. But after that I’m not interested. Continue Reading
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