Wednesday, March 9, 2011
The Saga of the Cake
Cherry bombs
- Jul 28, 2007
If you looked at my new pictures, you may have noticed the album titled Cherry Bombed.
Well, there are a couple of things I should probably explain. :)
this is NOT habitual. LOL and, well, for the uninformed, a Cherry Bomb is a wonderful concoction available at the Texas Cafe which is also a good place to go hear live music. On this particular night, we heard the Texas BelAirs who were wonderful, and quite entertaining.
the Cherry Bombs, well, it's like drinking a cherry slush. Yum. and you drink one, then you drink another one, and then you have one more, because they bring them to you in these convenient pitchers, you see....then you stand up to go to the ladies room, and realize that those are NOT just cherry slushes. :)
ha. But anyway. There were some really nice guys in the corner that kept flirting with Nikki and Andrea, and they sent the waitress over and said they wanted to buy them a drink, and she asked what they were drinking, and Nikki pointed to the ONE pitcher of Cherry Bombs that we bought. Wait, maybe we bought two....anyway...so the waitress brought them each another PITCHER!
wow. So we had plenty of cherry bombs to go around, and we all ended up a little cherry bombed...but once again...we were NOT driving, and the drivers were NOT drinking. So that's all good. Right? :)
anyway. It was fun, the band was good...I think I liked the dog song best. LOL
I broke a nail on Friday
- Jul 24, 2007
Current mood:amused
It's not that I'm that concerned about the nail…not really. It'll grow back. They always do. It's hardly the first time I've broken a nail. But this time….well, I don't mean to be whiny, but this hurts.
Here's the thing. The nail was pretty long, and it just snapped off. (opening my hood for the guy in the superlube. Next time I'll get out of the car and let THEM open the freakin hood) It snapped off clear down on my finger….like now the tip of my finger touches stuff instead of my nail touching it.( and you know, right, that it didn't totally snap off. It ripped all the way across EXCEPT for that last eighth of an inch, and I had to pull it off. I hate that.) This sucks. This is on my ring finger, btw…and now the whole end of my finger is kinda swollen and red, and it's tender…and when I'm typing, it hurts every time I have to type an s. or a w. or an x. See, doing that was excruciating.
Well, maybe not excruciating…agonizing. No, that's not fair. It was just incredibly painful. Okay!!! Not incredibly painful, but it was painful. Aggravating. Annoying. It doesn't feel good, okay? L And do you have any idea how hard it is to type anything that makes sense without using an s?
Try that sentence again. And do you have any idea how hard it I to type anything that make ene without uing an ?
See, (ouch) that didn't make sense (ouch) at all.
Sigh. (ouch)
Good thing I don't have anything important to say (ouch) about Sally (ouch) selling (ouch) seashells (ouchouchouch) down by the seashore. (ouch OUCH!!!)
- All I'm saying is there are things in life that we all take for granted every day, and maybe we should try harder to appreciate them. So for everybody who can touch something right now with your ring finger without saying 'ouch'…hey…be grateful, would you?
My Dyslexic Tendencies
- Jul 3, 2007
Okay, so it's not so bad. I mean, I can read. I read all the time. But just every now and then....like there's this store across town that's called Rug Depot. But their sign is all run together like one word, so it says RugDepot. Right?
But every time I look at it, I see Rudgepot. I call the store Rudgepot.
and just now, I had a moment. But it might have just been my dirty mind.
There was a link on the bottom of another page that said 'share your life with a few simple clicks'
and I thought it said dicks.
Share your life with a few simple dicks.
maybe I just need new glasses.
sigh.
Profound words
- Jun 29, 2007
Current mood:contemplative
this is short and sweet. It just occurred to me earlier today that when I posted words to live by, I forgot something. Something so important.
I must share the immortal and ultimately profound words of ... Meatloaf.
No, really.
You're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks,
but there ain't no coupe de ville hiding at the bottom of a cracker jack box.
I'll never be able to give you something,
something that I just haven't got.
and really....
Two out of three ain't bad.
I truly wish I had known this when I was twenty years younger. LOL
and here's one more gem from David Bellamy that I forgot... :)
She said "Girls just want to have fun, and boys just want to have sex...."
and he said "I never could tell the difference...."
First jobs
Jun 29, 2007
Current mood:amused
We all learn things from our first jobs. Mine was in a church office, and I learned to answer the phone expecting any variety of strange conversations and attitudes. The people I remember best are these:
A couple who was married (but not to each other) who had attained an …um…inappropriate level of sympathy and commiseration for one another and the travails of their respective unhappy marriages. The woman would call the pastor almost daily, in tears, asking what she should do. Every time she called, the pastor would tell her what he believed she should do, then the next day she'd call again. I can only assume she was hoping he would change his mind. I suppose if you call often enough, eventually even a preacher will say "well, hell, honey. Maybe you should just leave your husband and be with the other guy…"
And my favorite lady in the whole church, who called me like clockwork on Friday afternoons because she was cleaning her phone and the only time she got to dial 0 was when she called the church. I should probably mention that this is WAY back in the dark ages when you actually had to DIAL phones….and my immediate thought the first time she called me and explained why was "omg…am I supposed to be cleaning my phone?"
But that was long ago and far away…(and dare I say it? So much better than it is today) anybody that knows where that came from gets my sincere congratulations. LOL
Let's see, I think my daughter's first job was working as a telephone solicitor…and she learned to hate those people equally from both sides of the issue. She also learned that she hated going to work, so after about a week she stopped doing it. J
My oldest son worked at a restaurant, and he learned (as he puts it ) 'a Lot about how to get along with people, and clean up messes, and take shit from co-workers and how to cook'. Not an altogether bad experience, I guess.
The twins started their first job this week, and so far they've learned that they hate cleaning up after whiny little spoiled rich ass college kids that can't even freaking walk to the trash chute. Carson said to me "they just leave their trash outside their door, and I go pick it up and take it to the trash chute for them. How are they ever going to learn if I do it for them?"
Man, that was funny.