Like I said, I won't give specifics about my work. That means company and names. But that won't stop me from sharing my own bad behavior.
Our conference room has huge windows facing the Main St mall.
This can get a bit distracting if you are familiar with what comes and goes in this area. Today, while sitting literal inches from the corporate VP I start staring out the windows. Some pretty great shit happened. I saw three...THREE... men with weird crap tied to their head. One was carrying multiple mason jar of pink liquid. But the best was this dude with a mullet and white tank top. Business in the front? That party went allll the way down his back! I'm proud of myself for not screaming THAT IS AWESOME!!!!!
Came home tonight and this happened;
N; blah blah blah awesome mullet!
M; Did you take a picture?
N; No! I forgot my phone!
M; You fail.
Ass.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Oh hey!
Hey! Its been a while huh? So since the last time I posted I spent a lot more time without a job then I expected. I had a bunch of interviews that didn't turn out. But mostly (and I didn't realize this) I had forgotten that working can actually be a great thing. Long story short, some situations at my last place of employment made me forget that work can actually be great for me (please remind me of that at 7 am tomorrow).
I am not raising a child so there have been no updates about what some cute little crumb snatcher is up to and a blog does not survive on details about the laundry I did or the 8,000th time I watched an episode of Seinfeld. Hence radio silence. But a good friend (SC) encouraged me to come back here and I appreciate the encouragement.
So here is the run down...
It finally came time to admit I needed to enter life again. I went with a job placement agency and almost immediately got placed at a job. I have a rule about not giving the specifics of work and this job is no different. I'll say this; I pay people. Lots of them. In four states. It is a bit overwhelming but WOW, I am a total junky for the success I feel at work again. I had completely forgotten how great it is to do a job well done.
I will say I work in downtown Memphis. This creates stories on its own and I will catch you up on those in time (think monster trucks outside my office on a Friday). This also means I walk two blocks from my car to my office and back. NOT COOL. But I work in this cool, renovated building and have my own office which makes me feel important and what not. I still jack stuff up but I'm getting better. It has been so much to learn but a lot of happy dances have happened because "holy crap! I've got this!"
The Dingo and I have gotten married since the last post which makes the Dingo joke obsolete. May I introduce you to Matt? My husband. I'm Nik or Nikki D (no, the D does not stand for doodle). I plan on coming back here more often from now on.
Thanks SC for wanting to know the randomness that is going on in my life! And anyone else that reads this. Loves!
P.S. Matt just got up and got himself something out of the kitchen without asking me to do it! If you know us you understand that is CRAZY!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
It's Been a While, Here is Why
So, I think I have lost anything near the status of "blogger" I may have had before. I haven't even logged into my account for nearly two months. Here's why;
As I said in previous posts, I no longer have a job. I thought that was going to free up my time and brain to write tons and tons of awesome posts. Well, something else replaced the parts of my brain that work use to occupy. My grandmother.
My Nanny was put on hospice months ago. It was nothing urgent, as in you have two weeks. We were told it could be years but the doctors determined that COPD was going to eventually take her life so arrangements were made so that passing could happen at home. The word "hospice" was unsettling but not yet upsetting. However, about a month ago Nanny fell in the middle of the night and smacked her elbow. Now, if you have lost an elderly person you know something as slight as a smacked elbow can turn everything on its end. After her fall her health began deteriorating fast. It was established that she couldn't be home alone. My unemployment quickly became a blessing. My mom needed help, I became official errand runner. But more importantly I was able to spend a lot of time with my grandmother that I wouldn't have had I had a job. Nanny passed away last week and her service was this past Monday.
All this to say; my mind has been mostly occupied with that part of my life and I knew no one wanted to hear the tiny details of my grandmother's health. So I stayed away from the interwebs until I had something else to say.
I still don't have a ton to say but I'm sticking my foot back in the door. In other news, I'm finally starting to look into getting a new job. That's right, I haven't really been looking for a job. Along with being the family errand runner I have spent my time organizing junk in my house. When you become unemployed you think "wow, what am I going to do with myself?" Well, let me tell you, all the crap projects you thought before "I would clean that up/organize it if I had more time" start staring you in the face. I actually made a list to keep it all straight. Today I rearranged our pantry. Woohoo!
I have no clue what I want to do work wise in the future but it's time to get on that horse and figure it out. If nothing else I am no longer in the mood to convince the Dingo, a man that does not nor has ever owned a hairbush, that a $40 hair cut is an absolutely necessary expense. Don't even get me started on the Starbucks conversations. He wins every time with "You don't even drink caffeine." This is not a valid excuse for the fact that I have yet to have a Pumpkin Spiced Latte!
All right, that's all for now. I'm going to be around more in the future. Promise.
As I said in previous posts, I no longer have a job. I thought that was going to free up my time and brain to write tons and tons of awesome posts. Well, something else replaced the parts of my brain that work use to occupy. My grandmother.
My Nanny was put on hospice months ago. It was nothing urgent, as in you have two weeks. We were told it could be years but the doctors determined that COPD was going to eventually take her life so arrangements were made so that passing could happen at home. The word "hospice" was unsettling but not yet upsetting. However, about a month ago Nanny fell in the middle of the night and smacked her elbow. Now, if you have lost an elderly person you know something as slight as a smacked elbow can turn everything on its end. After her fall her health began deteriorating fast. It was established that she couldn't be home alone. My unemployment quickly became a blessing. My mom needed help, I became official errand runner. But more importantly I was able to spend a lot of time with my grandmother that I wouldn't have had I had a job. Nanny passed away last week and her service was this past Monday.
All this to say; my mind has been mostly occupied with that part of my life and I knew no one wanted to hear the tiny details of my grandmother's health. So I stayed away from the interwebs until I had something else to say.
I still don't have a ton to say but I'm sticking my foot back in the door. In other news, I'm finally starting to look into getting a new job. That's right, I haven't really been looking for a job. Along with being the family errand runner I have spent my time organizing junk in my house. When you become unemployed you think "wow, what am I going to do with myself?" Well, let me tell you, all the crap projects you thought before "I would clean that up/organize it if I had more time" start staring you in the face. I actually made a list to keep it all straight. Today I rearranged our pantry. Woohoo!
I have no clue what I want to do work wise in the future but it's time to get on that horse and figure it out. If nothing else I am no longer in the mood to convince the Dingo, a man that does not nor has ever owned a hairbush, that a $40 hair cut is an absolutely necessary expense. Don't even get me started on the Starbucks conversations. He wins every time with "You don't even drink caffeine." This is not a valid excuse for the fact that I have yet to have a Pumpkin Spiced Latte!
All right, that's all for now. I'm going to be around more in the future. Promise.
Monday, August 30, 2010
I'll Never Learn
You do not take the Dingo to the store with you. Ever. Especially not a discount store.
My family has recently been forcing me to get a full medical run-down since there may be a brief gap in my health insurance approaching. I've been to the general practitioner for blood work and a check up, the eye doctor, and today the dentist. Since the Dingo was due for a cleaning also he took the afternoon off work and went to the dentist too. (Per usual, him? clean as a whistle. Me? Cavity. Ugh)
After my appointment we went to get a late lunch and I mentioned we should stop by the store because we were almost out of juice. Big mistake. Big. Big. Mistake. Huge. Because it was in close proximity we went to Dollar General. And the Dingo went nuts. I picked up both of our preferred juices and a box of cereal. So how did we walk out with six grocery bags? The Dingo! We now have a pantry full of peanut butter filled pretzels, cheese and crackers, cheese and peanut butter crackers, those teddy bear cookies...the list goes on. So, $40 later, we have juice and everything else the store sells.
On the up side, the Dingo reminded me to buy a new jar of peanut butter. Last week I mentioned to the Dingo that I must not like peanut butter anymore because while attempting to eat a sandwich I ended up throwing it up (sorry, TMI). For some reason this made him think that he would really like a PB&J (weirdo). Upon inspection the Dingo informed me that the peanut butter was two years expired!
Dingo: Doodle, you ate two year old peanut butter!
Doodle: No wonder I barfed! I didn't know peanut butter expired.
Dingo: You didn't think something with the word BUTTER in it would expire?!
Doodle: I thought it was just called that for its consistency.
Yep...I obviously never learn.
My family has recently been forcing me to get a full medical run-down since there may be a brief gap in my health insurance approaching. I've been to the general practitioner for blood work and a check up, the eye doctor, and today the dentist. Since the Dingo was due for a cleaning also he took the afternoon off work and went to the dentist too. (Per usual, him? clean as a whistle. Me? Cavity. Ugh)
After my appointment we went to get a late lunch and I mentioned we should stop by the store because we were almost out of juice. Big mistake. Big. Big. Mistake. Huge. Because it was in close proximity we went to Dollar General. And the Dingo went nuts. I picked up both of our preferred juices and a box of cereal. So how did we walk out with six grocery bags? The Dingo! We now have a pantry full of peanut butter filled pretzels, cheese and crackers, cheese and peanut butter crackers, those teddy bear cookies...the list goes on. So, $40 later, we have juice and everything else the store sells.
On the up side, the Dingo reminded me to buy a new jar of peanut butter. Last week I mentioned to the Dingo that I must not like peanut butter anymore because while attempting to eat a sandwich I ended up throwing it up (sorry, TMI). For some reason this made him think that he would really like a PB&J (weirdo). Upon inspection the Dingo informed me that the peanut butter was two years expired!
Dingo: Doodle, you ate two year old peanut butter!
Doodle: No wonder I barfed! I didn't know peanut butter expired.
Dingo: You didn't think something with the word BUTTER in it would expire?!
Doodle: I thought it was just called that for its consistency.
Yep...I obviously never learn.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Memphis Heritage Door Auction and a New Dress
Last night the Dingo and I attended the Memphis Heritage Door Auction (that may not be the official title). This is the second year for us to attend, originally drawn in because my mother and her friends participate in it, but it is also so fun. Basically, when an old building in Memphis is renovated one or more of the old doors are donated to the Memphis Heritage Foundation. Then, once a year, volunteer teams choose a door and make art out of it in any way they see fit. You would be amazed at what people come up with. I am always so impressed with what my mom and her friends come up with. They do beautiful mosaics. Last year was a mosaic of Elvis and this year it was a colorful retro/peace sign pattern. We won a piece in the auction last year. The door was cut down to the size of a large picture frame. I love it. (I put pictures from the Dingo and my trip to San Fran in it.)
Yes, that is a horrible picture taken with my iphone but you get the point.
This year was super great too. We bid on a wine cabinet (because the two we have is obviously not enough) but the bids got way higher than we were willing to go. However, this year they had a new addition, a room of clothes! All 70% off marked price. My mom pointed out a dress that she thought I would love, and I did. It was originally $135 so, with 70% off it was $40.50. The Dingo gave the go ahead to buy it (woohoo!) so I went to pay. The girl rang me up and said, "That will be $8." Wha? Not wanting to get her in trouble at her job I argued that that was waaayyy lower than I expected. She argued back that it was, in fact, $8. Ok, you win. So I walked away with a dress marked $135 for $8. Win.
I got curious about it today, wondering what kind of a steal I really got on this dress. I found this. The dress currently sells for $125! I'm so excited about the dress and what I paid for it. It's a perfect dress for Memphis. I can wear it now in the blistering heat with a pair of sandals but whenever fall gets here it will be great with a pair of tights. Honestly, if we have a normal Memphis winter (as apposed to the blizzards of last year) this could really be a year-round dress. When the Dingo heard the final price he immediately said, "well, hell, for those prices, is there anything else you want in here?" I love that man. Unfortunately the other dress I liked was way too big. Oh well.
All in all it was a wonderful evening. We had drinks and fun with friends and family looking at what some of the brilliant minds of Memphis artists can come up with. Dad got a little out of hand and bid on four different tables and we believe he won at least three (we left before the official close of the auction). So I have a few months to figure out where to put the new end table I am sure to get for Christmas. Haha.
Yes, that is a horrible picture taken with my iphone but you get the point.
This year was super great too. We bid on a wine cabinet (because the two we have is obviously not enough) but the bids got way higher than we were willing to go. However, this year they had a new addition, a room of clothes! All 70% off marked price. My mom pointed out a dress that she thought I would love, and I did. It was originally $135 so, with 70% off it was $40.50. The Dingo gave the go ahead to buy it (woohoo!) so I went to pay. The girl rang me up and said, "That will be $8." Wha? Not wanting to get her in trouble at her job I argued that that was waaayyy lower than I expected. She argued back that it was, in fact, $8. Ok, you win. So I walked away with a dress marked $135 for $8. Win.
I got curious about it today, wondering what kind of a steal I really got on this dress. I found this. The dress currently sells for $125! I'm so excited about the dress and what I paid for it. It's a perfect dress for Memphis. I can wear it now in the blistering heat with a pair of sandals but whenever fall gets here it will be great with a pair of tights. Honestly, if we have a normal Memphis winter (as apposed to the blizzards of last year) this could really be a year-round dress. When the Dingo heard the final price he immediately said, "well, hell, for those prices, is there anything else you want in here?" I love that man. Unfortunately the other dress I liked was way too big. Oh well.
All in all it was a wonderful evening. We had drinks and fun with friends and family looking at what some of the brilliant minds of Memphis artists can come up with. Dad got a little out of hand and bid on four different tables and we believe he won at least three (we left before the official close of the auction). So I have a few months to figure out where to put the new end table I am sure to get for Christmas. Haha.
PINECONES!
I have begun to fear for the Dingo's sanity and, in turn, my own. You see, he has been walking around the house lately argily repeating, "Pinecones! More pinecones, I have to pick up the pinecones!"
We are having major grass issues in our front yard. When we bought the house the whole front hill was ivy. Last fall we had it all pulled up and the Dingo planted grass. The grass grew and looked lovely...until about two months ago when it began to quickly die. Thinking it had to do with the horrible heat we (by that I mean the Dingo, are you kidding? I don't do anything with the yard) procrastinated in doing anything about it. Now it looks like someone set our front yard on fire. So, last weekend the Dingo went to Lowes and bought some kind of super great (expensive) grass seed and put it in the front yard. The Dingo is crazy excited about his grass. You know that phrase, it's as exciting as watching grass grow? Well, the sarcasm is lost on the Dingo as he often steps out front to look for any sign of growth.
If that doesn't lean you towards believing he may be a bit off, here is where the PINECONES come in (sorry, PINECONE is no longer a lower-case word in this household). Also in our front yard is a giant, huge, old pinetree. You saw that coming right? And it keeps dropping huge amounts of PINECONES on the front yard. I mean, three trash bags full in just a few days. How do I know how many trash bags they fill? Because the Dingo has to pick them all up. Turns out the PH in the pinecones (I'll stop with the caps, I think you got the point) will do something bad to the growth of his super great grass. So, I wake up most mornings to him screaming "There is more! There are MORE PINECONES." The other day he asked me what I thought the neighbors would say if they saw that tree in flames and him dancing around in the front yard. See? Fear for insanity.
We are having major grass issues in our front yard. When we bought the house the whole front hill was ivy. Last fall we had it all pulled up and the Dingo planted grass. The grass grew and looked lovely...until about two months ago when it began to quickly die. Thinking it had to do with the horrible heat we (by that I mean the Dingo, are you kidding? I don't do anything with the yard) procrastinated in doing anything about it. Now it looks like someone set our front yard on fire. So, last weekend the Dingo went to Lowes and bought some kind of super great (expensive) grass seed and put it in the front yard. The Dingo is crazy excited about his grass. You know that phrase, it's as exciting as watching grass grow? Well, the sarcasm is lost on the Dingo as he often steps out front to look for any sign of growth.
If that doesn't lean you towards believing he may be a bit off, here is where the PINECONES come in (sorry, PINECONE is no longer a lower-case word in this household). Also in our front yard is a giant, huge, old pinetree. You saw that coming right? And it keeps dropping huge amounts of PINECONES on the front yard. I mean, three trash bags full in just a few days. How do I know how many trash bags they fill? Because the Dingo has to pick them all up. Turns out the PH in the pinecones (I'll stop with the caps, I think you got the point) will do something bad to the growth of his super great grass. So, I wake up most mornings to him screaming "There is more! There are MORE PINECONES." The other day he asked me what I thought the neighbors would say if they saw that tree in flames and him dancing around in the front yard. See? Fear for insanity.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tiny Feet
Yesterday I received an invitation for the Dingo and I to attend his boss's wife's baby shower for twin boys. Both boss and wife are actually personal friends even when the clock is off so I am totally excited to celebrate two long awaited little ones. One problem: What do I buy her?!
I tend to rebel a bit and go away from the registry. I know I may hate people like me after my wedding or (someday) child. But I choose to believe you wanted it, needed it, and just didn't know it yet. In this situation it happens to be socks. Socks that look like sneakers or cowboy boots. I'm back at trumpette.com I love love love their stuff and now I am torn. Do I get the set of socks that look like cowboy boots or the little onsie that says "beyond fragile"? I really would like to crack up the Dingo's boss and he is definitely a country dude.
But I must ask; Those of you who have had kids, do you hate when people stray from the registry or are you excited about things you didn't know about? I'll bring a package of diapers too, I promise.
I tend to rebel a bit and go away from the registry. I know I may hate people like me after my wedding or (someday) child. But I choose to believe you wanted it, needed it, and just didn't know it yet. In this situation it happens to be socks. Socks that look like sneakers or cowboy boots. I'm back at trumpette.com I love love love their stuff and now I am torn. Do I get the set of socks that look like cowboy boots or the little onsie that says "beyond fragile"? I really would like to crack up the Dingo's boss and he is definitely a country dude.
But I must ask; Those of you who have had kids, do you hate when people stray from the registry or are you excited about things you didn't know about? I'll bring a package of diapers too, I promise.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
So....the Job Situation
Well, I am no longer an employee at The Company. The reasons for my departure are going to stay private. However, I will say it's a good thing. While I enjoyed...loved...The Company and the people that work there, the actual work part hadn't been a good fit for me in a while. So the Dingo has given me the financial go-ahead to find something to do where I really enjoy the work. Hopefully that will be a job where the word "tradeshow" is no longer part of my every day vocabulary. But for now, I am watching too much tv and doing housework that has been neglected while both of us were working. I can rely on the Dingo's job to keep me busy with laundry since he has to wear a logo work shirt every day and they usually fill up our laundry hamper pretty quickly (he has a TON and there is no way he would ever run out of clean ones).
So, there is that. I guess we may be spending some more time together here in Doodle town. See ya again soon.
So, there is that. I guess we may be spending some more time together here in Doodle town. See ya again soon.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Oh the Noise!
So the Dingo is playing My Two Dads today. Well, not really, but kinda.
Our good friend came in town today with his three BEAUTIFUL children to take them to Incredible Pizza. He called to invite the Dingo and I to come along. Realizing that I will, some day in my life, be required to attend these child filled crazytowns I declined but the Dingo agreed.
The clan showed up at our house this afternoon to pick up the Dingo. And oh my, Hell broke loose! The kids saw the doggy Arleen and went NUTS. Our house is set up just right so that you can literally run laps through the main part of it. There is a nice track from the den to the kitchen to the dining room to the foyer and back into the den. Repeat. Screeching. While my fat ass dog lumbers along behind them. It was hilarious...until the squeaky toy was discovered. That sound is not as cute as the sound of happy children.
Based on a mid-outing check in, the Dingo took the oldest kid while daddy took the little ones. I think he was probably a God send for daddy. And I think he really had fun.
So the Dingo and clan are back at the house, four hours later. The squeaky toys are hidden. The kids and doggy Arleen are completely worn out. The clan has decided to stay in town for the night so I am now hanging out with T (dad) and the Dingo while entertaining three little ones (two really, little one is asleep). Our massive collection of gaming systems and stuffed animals is proving useful as we sit around and watch the seven year old play the Wii and his little sister roll around the floor with my giant stuffed elephant. Who knew the Dingo Doodle home was kid friendly? I suppose our status as adult children comes in handy now and then. Oh, what the future holds for us.
So, I'm off to entertain little girl as the men are totally in to big boy's Wii game. If this post is totally nonsensical it's because there have been children, daddy and the Dingo constantly distracting me. How do mommy bloggers do this? (Help)
Our good friend came in town today with his three BEAUTIFUL children to take them to Incredible Pizza. He called to invite the Dingo and I to come along. Realizing that I will, some day in my life, be required to attend these child filled crazytowns I declined but the Dingo agreed.
The clan showed up at our house this afternoon to pick up the Dingo. And oh my, Hell broke loose! The kids saw the doggy Arleen and went NUTS. Our house is set up just right so that you can literally run laps through the main part of it. There is a nice track from the den to the kitchen to the dining room to the foyer and back into the den. Repeat. Screeching. While my fat ass dog lumbers along behind them. It was hilarious...until the squeaky toy was discovered. That sound is not as cute as the sound of happy children.
Based on a mid-outing check in, the Dingo took the oldest kid while daddy took the little ones. I think he was probably a God send for daddy. And I think he really had fun.
So the Dingo and clan are back at the house, four hours later. The squeaky toys are hidden. The kids and doggy Arleen are completely worn out. The clan has decided to stay in town for the night so I am now hanging out with T (dad) and the Dingo while entertaining three little ones (two really, little one is asleep). Our massive collection of gaming systems and stuffed animals is proving useful as we sit around and watch the seven year old play the Wii and his little sister roll around the floor with my giant stuffed elephant. Who knew the Dingo Doodle home was kid friendly? I suppose our status as adult children comes in handy now and then. Oh, what the future holds for us.
So, I'm off to entertain little girl as the men are totally in to big boy's Wii game. If this post is totally nonsensical it's because there have been children, daddy and the Dingo constantly distracting me. How do mommy bloggers do this? (Help)
Monday, August 9, 2010
Being Sickly
I've been feeling sickly. It's that time of year. My sinus glads are trying to swallow my head and putting so much pressure on my face that my teeth hurt. Seriously. It took major effort to get to and stay at work today. If I hadn't had two important meetings I'm not sure I would have toughed it out. But that is my life. I have such bad allergies that sometimes I have to suck it up and subject my cube neighbors to the sound of me coughing and sneezing. Sorry folks.
The unfortunate part of this is it has caused me to miss a birthday dinner for one of my best friends. A dinner hosted by her mother who I also consider a good friend that I rarely get to see. Crap. I feel so much regret about it but I just couldn't do it. I spent all day just waiting to get home and not have to sound smart or be sociable. I have to find some way to make it up to her. Suggestions are welcomed.
Anyway, for some reason meatloaf sounded like a perfect "I'm sick" meal. Hearty and classic. And super easy to cook. So that is what is the oven right now. I will say email me if you want a recipe but how much do meatloaf recipes differ really?
I have nothing more. My brain is swimming in icky-ness. Sorry for the lameness. There is another crazy market that I plan on going to so maybe there will be more LAMBS HEAD in the future.
The unfortunate part of this is it has caused me to miss a birthday dinner for one of my best friends. A dinner hosted by her mother who I also consider a good friend that I rarely get to see. Crap. I feel so much regret about it but I just couldn't do it. I spent all day just waiting to get home and not have to sound smart or be sociable. I have to find some way to make it up to her. Suggestions are welcomed.
Anyway, for some reason meatloaf sounded like a perfect "I'm sick" meal. Hearty and classic. And super easy to cook. So that is what is the oven right now. I will say email me if you want a recipe but how much do meatloaf recipes differ really?
I have nothing more. My brain is swimming in icky-ness. Sorry for the lameness. There is another crazy market that I plan on going to so maybe there will be more LAMBS HEAD in the future.
Friday, August 6, 2010
I Have Issues
Among many issues I have (I'm a bit OCD), I am currently focusing on my food issues. I think I have mentioned my eating diet here before. It's my first step in the wedding diet. The goal of the diet is to eat at least three balanced meals a day. Not just a bag of chips and then whatever I cook for dinner.
Now, I must explain,I do not have an eating disorder. In fact, I believe I have less body issues than a lot of people. I want to be fitter and healthier but I don't think I am "fat." I've always been a bit taller than a lot of my good friends and therefore weighed a good bit more. So when I compared my weight to their's it threw me into oh my god I am a giant panic attacks. One day I decided to never know how much I weigh unless I'm at the doctor. I go by my mom's rule; if your underwear starts getting to tight it's time to do something. It works for me and I am comfortable with myself until I'm uncomfortable. As in, thighs rubbing together uncomfortable. That being said, please no one misconstrue my "eating diet." I'm just trying to get healthy.
My problem is that I don't really ever have much of an appetite. Or taste for food. There is rarely any food that I say, yes! that would exactly hit the spot. I like to snack on pickles, smoked almonds and eat ramen noodles more than I would like to admit. This just leaves me without a balanced diet and bloated. That's why I am always bugging the Dingo to decide what is for dinner, I'm not craving anything. So, I grew up a tinsy tiny bit and admitted to myself that being my ideal body shape at our wedding has to first involve me getting healthy. My dad has spent the better part of my life saying "You have to eat something. You'll feel better if you eat something." And he is right, I do feel better when I eat.
I'm doing ok so far but it's going to be a long road. I've been drinking a glass of low sodium V8 and eating a banana in the morning. I am working on lunch since it's my least favorite meal. The Dingo is trying to lose weight so I've been cooking lean meats and laying low on the butter in veggies for dinner. I know that if I eat more often I will feel hungry more often and generally feel better. I can do this.
Tonight I also bought some cracked pepper and olive oil Triscuits because I keep reading about them on Eats for a Merry Life. I think I read her blog to inspire me to eat and eat better. I'm hoping the Triscuits will be a healthy in-between snack. We shall see.
Say yeah, this is a really lame post. No lambs heads or Canadian car parts but it's what's on my mind. All this having been said, I just ordered a turkey sub from Tuckers. I guess today has been a step forward.
Now, I must explain,I do not have an eating disorder. In fact, I believe I have less body issues than a lot of people. I want to be fitter and healthier but I don't think I am "fat." I've always been a bit taller than a lot of my good friends and therefore weighed a good bit more. So when I compared my weight to their's it threw me into oh my god I am a giant panic attacks. One day I decided to never know how much I weigh unless I'm at the doctor. I go by my mom's rule; if your underwear starts getting to tight it's time to do something. It works for me and I am comfortable with myself until I'm uncomfortable. As in, thighs rubbing together uncomfortable. That being said, please no one misconstrue my "eating diet." I'm just trying to get healthy.
My problem is that I don't really ever have much of an appetite. Or taste for food. There is rarely any food that I say, yes! that would exactly hit the spot. I like to snack on pickles, smoked almonds and eat ramen noodles more than I would like to admit. This just leaves me without a balanced diet and bloated. That's why I am always bugging the Dingo to decide what is for dinner, I'm not craving anything. So, I grew up a tinsy tiny bit and admitted to myself that being my ideal body shape at our wedding has to first involve me getting healthy. My dad has spent the better part of my life saying "You have to eat something. You'll feel better if you eat something." And he is right, I do feel better when I eat.
I'm doing ok so far but it's going to be a long road. I've been drinking a glass of low sodium V8 and eating a banana in the morning. I am working on lunch since it's my least favorite meal. The Dingo is trying to lose weight so I've been cooking lean meats and laying low on the butter in veggies for dinner. I know that if I eat more often I will feel hungry more often and generally feel better. I can do this.
Tonight I also bought some cracked pepper and olive oil Triscuits because I keep reading about them on Eats for a Merry Life. I think I read her blog to inspire me to eat and eat better. I'm hoping the Triscuits will be a healthy in-between snack. We shall see.
Say yeah, this is a really lame post. No lambs heads or Canadian car parts but it's what's on my mind. All this having been said, I just ordered a turkey sub from Tuckers. I guess today has been a step forward.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Canadian Car Parts
Well, if you haven't heard the state of affairs in our great city, it's been 100+ degrees in Memphis all week. At one point I looked at my weather channel app today and it said the index was 122! 1.2.2. people. When it gets super hot in the south I always say you can actually hear the heat. The cicada bugs go nuts and it just kind of reminds me of how wet spots in wood hiss as it burns. Burns people.
All this heat lead to making Saturday fun day go crash, boom, pow, RUINED. Sort of. The story has a happy ending but it was not happy at the time. On Friday night I casually mentioned to the Dingo and a friend that it was miserable driving home from work because when I was at a stop the AC didn't blow quite as cold. Now, I'm no novice, I know this is a sign on the car running hot, mine has overheated several times. However, because of the raging heat outside I assumed it was just that my car AC wasn't holding up its end of the deal. Wrong. Hear that crash, boom, pow coming from Saturday? Yeah.
I had big plans for Saturday. I was going to get a pedicure and maybe go to the tanning bed (sorry, no bath water temp pool is not going to help me at this point, I need the fake stuff with AC). Well...I go to pick us up lunch at Sonic before I run my errands. As I sit playing with my phone, waiting for my (non-skate wearing) sonic waiter, I hear DING! I look up and the car is over heating. HOLY CRAP! I fly out of the parking lot hoping the movement will cool the car and drive home, sans food, screaming into my phone to the Dingo that THE CAR IS BLOWING UP!When I get home the Dingo calmly says "Get in my car, we will go try to get our food (that I had already paid for) and go buy you some coolant." Oh Dingo, so cool in the face of exploding cars and OMG do you think they threw out my chili cheese cony?! situations.
So here is the fun part. We went to get coolant and as we stand there paying, another guy comes in and asks the store clerk where to get a car part he needs. The clerk replies "so and so place out on Canada." Ok, quick note if you aren't from here "out on Canada" refers to Canada road in Lakeland, just outside of the city. Well, this guy didn't get the reference. He just stares blankly at the clerk and says "I can only get the part if I go to Canada?" Nobody spoke. Until I busted out laughing. Loudly. I suppose the stress from my car made my control over my emotions fly out the window. The clerk explained the situation and the guy replied "Oh! Ok, I was wondering why I would only get something in Canada." He laughed a little too instead of punching me in the face. But dude, you should not be working on your own car if you think Canada is a leader in the car part industry.
So, anyway, I had plenty of coolant so I had to take off work Monday to get it taken to a shop. Again, the Dingo's lovely friends/coworkers fixed it at cost. And now my car is drivable. Final win.
Now I am sitting basically in the dark. I'm convinced that the slightest amount of electricity will make the house hotter. And I can't wait until Friday more than ever. The forecast says it will be 92. That's like a cold snap this time of year. Bring it on!
All this heat lead to making Saturday fun day go crash, boom, pow, RUINED. Sort of. The story has a happy ending but it was not happy at the time. On Friday night I casually mentioned to the Dingo and a friend that it was miserable driving home from work because when I was at a stop the AC didn't blow quite as cold. Now, I'm no novice, I know this is a sign on the car running hot, mine has overheated several times. However, because of the raging heat outside I assumed it was just that my car AC wasn't holding up its end of the deal. Wrong. Hear that crash, boom, pow coming from Saturday? Yeah.
I had big plans for Saturday. I was going to get a pedicure and maybe go to the tanning bed (sorry, no bath water temp pool is not going to help me at this point, I need the fake stuff with AC). Well...I go to pick us up lunch at Sonic before I run my errands. As I sit playing with my phone, waiting for my (non-skate wearing) sonic waiter, I hear DING! I look up and the car is over heating. HOLY CRAP! I fly out of the parking lot hoping the movement will cool the car and drive home, sans food, screaming into my phone to the Dingo that THE CAR IS BLOWING UP!When I get home the Dingo calmly says "Get in my car, we will go try to get our food (that I had already paid for) and go buy you some coolant." Oh Dingo, so cool in the face of exploding cars and OMG do you think they threw out my chili cheese cony?! situations.
So here is the fun part. We went to get coolant and as we stand there paying, another guy comes in and asks the store clerk where to get a car part he needs. The clerk replies "so and so place out on Canada." Ok, quick note if you aren't from here "out on Canada" refers to Canada road in Lakeland, just outside of the city. Well, this guy didn't get the reference. He just stares blankly at the clerk and says "I can only get the part if I go to Canada?" Nobody spoke. Until I busted out laughing. Loudly. I suppose the stress from my car made my control over my emotions fly out the window. The clerk explained the situation and the guy replied "Oh! Ok, I was wondering why I would only get something in Canada." He laughed a little too instead of punching me in the face. But dude, you should not be working on your own car if you think Canada is a leader in the car part industry.
So, anyway, I had plenty of coolant so I had to take off work Monday to get it taken to a shop. Again, the Dingo's lovely friends/coworkers fixed it at cost. And now my car is drivable. Final win.
Now I am sitting basically in the dark. I'm convinced that the slightest amount of electricity will make the house hotter. And I can't wait until Friday more than ever. The forecast says it will be 92. That's like a cold snap this time of year. Bring it on!
Saturday, July 17, 2010
There Goes the Day
I defined lazy today. I had all of these maybe plans. Maybe I'll get a pedicure. Maybe I'll go shopping. Maybe I'll clean our nasty kitchen floor that I spill junk on all the time. Maybe I'll do some of the overwhelming pile of laundry that is taking over the house.
Nope.
I laid around all day watching the food network...and Disney channel (don't judge me). The Dingo is on call for work and had to get up and go to work at 6:30 this morning. And if he was home his phone rang every 20 minutes. This resulted in me thinking, ugh, I've been woken up, I need 30 more minutes to make up for this. I kept telling myself, in 30 minutes I will get up and get out. Nope. I finally left the house to get something for him to throw on the grill. Maybe I will do better tomorrow. I have a birthday dinner to attend so I at least have to shower. I have big goals like that.
I must must must use the gift card my sweet sis got me to get a pedicure soon. These feet are ugly anyway (ie. whale toe) and all the walking I do in the summer just makes it worse. Owning cute shoes is pointless at this point. Maybe the salon is open tomorrow. Then at least I will look cute while THE FOLDER takes my life.
HAHAHAHA As I write this the Dingo keeps yelling "Why does the tv keep switching to the Disney Channel?!" I really don't have any idea but it's hilarious because I do love Wizards of Waverly Place (what I was watching earlier) so I can't help but laugh and say I'm doing it with my brain. He then threatened to throw the remote at the tv if it does it again. Brain power down.
Ok, I think I may go call a friend to come hang out to end the quietness that has been in the house all day.
Nope.
I laid around all day watching the food network...and Disney channel (don't judge me). The Dingo is on call for work and had to get up and go to work at 6:30 this morning. And if he was home his phone rang every 20 minutes. This resulted in me thinking, ugh, I've been woken up, I need 30 more minutes to make up for this. I kept telling myself, in 30 minutes I will get up and get out. Nope. I finally left the house to get something for him to throw on the grill. Maybe I will do better tomorrow. I have a birthday dinner to attend so I at least have to shower. I have big goals like that.
I must must must use the gift card my sweet sis got me to get a pedicure soon. These feet are ugly anyway (ie. whale toe) and all the walking I do in the summer just makes it worse. Owning cute shoes is pointless at this point. Maybe the salon is open tomorrow. Then at least I will look cute while THE FOLDER takes my life.
HAHAHAHA As I write this the Dingo keeps yelling "Why does the tv keep switching to the Disney Channel?!" I really don't have any idea but it's hilarious because I do love Wizards of Waverly Place (what I was watching earlier) so I can't help but laugh and say I'm doing it with my brain. He then threatened to throw the remote at the tv if it does it again. Brain power down.
Ok, I think I may go call a friend to come hang out to end the quietness that has been in the house all day.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Folders From Hell
So work followed me home for the weekend. Not in a cute puppy, Dingo, can I keep him way. More like that creepy guy that follows you a little too closely in an alley. He probably won't hurt you but he will make you really nervous in the meantime. I've coordinated travel for seven different people, some of whom are my boss's boss. And guess when they are traveling...SUNDAY. As in, I'm not in my office with my computer and the company network WHERE ALL DIGITAL FILES ARE SAVED. So I brought home a huge physical file that is sitting in my foyer quickening its pace as I quicken mine (is there a police dispatch line for creepy alley folders?). I'm convinced it is going to crawl under my bed and grab my ankles in the morning. Seriously, if I make it through Sunday without a phone call from someone who is freaking out because they have just landed in Pakistan I will call it a good week. And yes, I did just email my boss on a Friday night to ask about rental cars. This may take a few years off my life.
In other news, I'm a lazy ass. I have not cooked a single thing in over a week. And it has been WONDERFUL. I really needed I break and now I am fully pumped to fry the Ripley green tomatoes that I bought recently.
Saturday funday may be a little boring. Plans are to sleep until I can't sleep anymore. Then I may get a pedicure. Then I may go buy the Dingo a food dehydrator for his birthday (because I am romantic like that). So basically Saturday is The Nothingness but not in the scary way like in Neverending Story. Maybe I will try fluffing up doggy Arleen and calling her Falcor for the day just to be safe.
That's all for now. Please check the blog Sunday and if you see only cuss words and nonsensical randomness (more than usual) please send help. The FOLDER had gotten me.
In other news, I'm a lazy ass. I have not cooked a single thing in over a week. And it has been WONDERFUL. I really needed I break and now I am fully pumped to fry the Ripley green tomatoes that I bought recently.
Saturday funday may be a little boring. Plans are to sleep until I can't sleep anymore. Then I may get a pedicure. Then I may go buy the Dingo a food dehydrator for his birthday (because I am romantic like that). So basically Saturday is The Nothingness but not in the scary way like in Neverending Story. Maybe I will try fluffing up doggy Arleen and calling her Falcor for the day just to be safe.
That's all for now. Please check the blog Sunday and if you see only cuss words and nonsensical randomness (more than usual) please send help. The FOLDER had gotten me.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Fireflies
Oops...I googled...turns out the whole swarm of fireflies in our backyard is totally common, especially in the south. And the recent amounts of rain seem to have made our backyard a perfect place for them. Where have I been that I didn't know this was common? Odd.
Who Wears Short Shorts?
ME! I currently have on the shortest shorts that I own and one of the Dingo's t-shirts so it will be lose and not touch me. Why? Because it is freaking hot in Memphis. I know, I know, that is the mantra of the city this time of year. We all state the obvious over and over and over and over. It's hard to think about much else when your brain is melting faster than the ice you just took out of the freezer...oh, it's water now, sorry.
Another nice thing about the heat, aside from the brain melting, is OMG I am so tired. Actually that isn't totally fair. Mostly I'm just mad at the air and blaming it. However, I had a super busy day at work. One in which I spent the whole day carrying and packing big ole boxes and then crawling on, around and between them trying to label and number them. Think of moving except you don't get to go to a fresh, new, shiny place after you're done. Nope, you get to go home to a dirty house and the challenge of what's for dinner. Oh yeah, and you have to get their via the Mojave desert. Is it bedtime yet?
I think doggy Arleen has the right idea.
So yeah, Chinese food delivery guy, sorry. You will be traveling to my house this evening. Just take a left after the cactus and beware the snakes. I hear they have big ones out here in the desert.
Another thing that has arrived in our lives are fireflies. I mean SWARMS of fireflies in our back yard. Around dusk there have been hundreds just hanging out in one area of our back yard. Never seen anything like it. Anyone know why this occurs?
Another nice thing about the heat, aside from the brain melting, is OMG I am so tired. Actually that isn't totally fair. Mostly I'm just mad at the air and blaming it. However, I had a super busy day at work. One in which I spent the whole day carrying and packing big ole boxes and then crawling on, around and between them trying to label and number them. Think of moving except you don't get to go to a fresh, new, shiny place after you're done. Nope, you get to go home to a dirty house and the challenge of what's for dinner. Oh yeah, and you have to get their via the Mojave desert. Is it bedtime yet?
I think doggy Arleen has the right idea.
So yeah, Chinese food delivery guy, sorry. You will be traveling to my house this evening. Just take a left after the cactus and beware the snakes. I hear they have big ones out here in the desert.
Another thing that has arrived in our lives are fireflies. I mean SWARMS of fireflies in our back yard. Around dusk there have been hundreds just hanging out in one area of our back yard. Never seen anything like it. Anyone know why this occurs?
Friday, July 9, 2010
Happy Belated Dad, Please Check Your Rearview
It's been a crazy fast week. The Dingo and I went to a gathering at my parents' house to celebrate the holiday on Sunday so on the actually holiday we stayed home and enjoyed the air conditioning. As usual I had the Food Network on (it's always on unless the Dingo changes the channel) and Down Home With the Neeleys was on and something caught the Dingo's eye. A ham. Sorry, that's wrong. A HAM! As in giant, feeds the whole family and still leaves leftovers, HAM. They were roasting it the old fashioned way with pineapples and cherries. Pineapples + Meat = Dingo heaven. He was off to purchase said ham before I could protest. So my only option was, find people to eat this thing! So a couple of friends came by to contribute to the task. And yeah, there is still the majority of a ham in our fridge.
Wednesday night our neighbors came over and the Dingo and they talked endlessly about "old school Nintendo." It went on to the point that they ended up dragging out the original Nintendo and playing games until 1am. I've never been a gamer and never had that console so I decided to duck out of the reminiscing to watch tv and go to bed at a decent hour. Needless to say the Dingo was a bit tired after work yesterday but had to power on because yesterday was my dad's birthday and we had celebrating to do.
So about my dad's bday...my sister and I suck. I ordered his cologne too late and it didn't come in time. So from me he opened an empty box with a picture of the cologne glued to the front and a promise to bring it buy whenever it comes in. My sister had a card...and a promise that she will have his gift soon, but not now. Now being empty handed when my dad is due a gift is typical of me. I can't ever think of something to get him and finally order something random at the last minute (this time he actually told me what he wanted but didn't mention it until Sunday and you can't find the stuff in town.) However, my sister goes all out on gifts and puts tons of thought and effort into them. And she did put a lot of thought into Dad's bday gift but after some weird debacle about the artist she ordered it from leaving town without delivering it she showed up empty handed as well. As she told her story and apology to Dad he interrupted her to say, "This sounds like a Doodle story." Yep, at least I'm consistent.
Post giftless birthday (my mom did actually have a present for him to open) he got another super happy follow up birthday present this morning! He backed into my car. As in slammed into it at a how did you catch that much speed just pulling out of the driveway?! speed. I drive a 10 year old hunk of junk and could care less about the little ding he put in my front bumper. But my dad drives a beautiful, pristine car and by the time I got into the front yard after hearing the smashing metal he was placing his tail light in his trunk. A completely detached tail light into a trunk that wouldn't quite close. Heart wrenching. Maybe for Christmas I will get him a sign that says "one of your daughters drops her dog off every morning, do not hit her car!" or maybe it should just say "DON'T BACK INTO A CAR!" as this is the third time he has hit someone's car while backing out of the driveway. Third! So whenever you are in east Memphis neighborhoods beware little red sports car that come flying out of driveways.
I believe we are staying in for the night. Gotta figure out what's for dinner. We are off for a quick trip to Jackson (Pelahatchie, but you don't know where that is) tomorrow. His parents come here to visit quite a bit but I suppose it's our turn to make that yucky drive.
Wednesday night our neighbors came over and the Dingo and they talked endlessly about "old school Nintendo." It went on to the point that they ended up dragging out the original Nintendo and playing games until 1am. I've never been a gamer and never had that console so I decided to duck out of the reminiscing to watch tv and go to bed at a decent hour. Needless to say the Dingo was a bit tired after work yesterday but had to power on because yesterday was my dad's birthday and we had celebrating to do.
So about my dad's bday...my sister and I suck. I ordered his cologne too late and it didn't come in time. So from me he opened an empty box with a picture of the cologne glued to the front and a promise to bring it buy whenever it comes in. My sister had a card...and a promise that she will have his gift soon, but not now. Now being empty handed when my dad is due a gift is typical of me. I can't ever think of something to get him and finally order something random at the last minute (this time he actually told me what he wanted but didn't mention it until Sunday and you can't find the stuff in town.) However, my sister goes all out on gifts and puts tons of thought and effort into them. And she did put a lot of thought into Dad's bday gift but after some weird debacle about the artist she ordered it from leaving town without delivering it she showed up empty handed as well. As she told her story and apology to Dad he interrupted her to say, "This sounds like a Doodle story." Yep, at least I'm consistent.
Post giftless birthday (my mom did actually have a present for him to open) he got another super happy follow up birthday present this morning! He backed into my car. As in slammed into it at a how did you catch that much speed just pulling out of the driveway?! speed. I drive a 10 year old hunk of junk and could care less about the little ding he put in my front bumper. But my dad drives a beautiful, pristine car and by the time I got into the front yard after hearing the smashing metal he was placing his tail light in his trunk. A completely detached tail light into a trunk that wouldn't quite close. Heart wrenching. Maybe for Christmas I will get him a sign that says "one of your daughters drops her dog off every morning, do not hit her car!" or maybe it should just say "DON'T BACK INTO A CAR!" as this is the third time he has hit someone's car while backing out of the driveway. Third! So whenever you are in east Memphis neighborhoods beware little red sports car that come flying out of driveways.
I believe we are staying in for the night. Gotta figure out what's for dinner. We are off for a quick trip to Jackson (Pelahatchie, but you don't know where that is) tomorrow. His parents come here to visit quite a bit but I suppose it's our turn to make that yucky drive.
Friday, July 2, 2010
We Covered This
The Dingo asked for beef tips and rice the other night so I decided I had time to cook it tonight. However, I'm not a huge fan of rice so I bought egg noodles with the knowledge that we had minute rice at home that I could cook for him. The following convo ensued:
Doodle: Dingo, I'm cooking egg noodles because I don't like rice. Do you want me to cook you some minute rice? It won't be a problem.
Dingo: I don't care. Either is fine.
So, I hand him his plate of beef tips and noodles (if he doesn't care I'm not going to waste the rice.) I hand him his food:
Doodle: How is it?
Dingo: Really good....I would have rather had it on rice.
Doodle: Seriously?! What happened to I don't care?
And so goes the life of a short order cook.
P.S. Why are they called beef tips? That sounds so unappetizing. I'm going to have to think of something else to call it if I am going to cook it again.
Doodle: Dingo, I'm cooking egg noodles because I don't like rice. Do you want me to cook you some minute rice? It won't be a problem.
Dingo: I don't care. Either is fine.
So, I hand him his plate of beef tips and noodles (if he doesn't care I'm not going to waste the rice.) I hand him his food:
Doodle: How is it?
Dingo: Really good....I would have rather had it on rice.
Doodle: Seriously?! What happened to I don't care?
And so goes the life of a short order cook.
P.S. Why are they called beef tips? That sounds so unappetizing. I'm going to have to think of something else to call it if I am going to cook it again.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I Gotta Pickle Hay Hay Hay Hay
So the birthday weekend recap is going to have to wait. It is taking crazy, calm down, effort for me to sit and write this now. I will say that the bday loot was so awesome that part of the craziness is me trying to get all my new clothes and shoes organized. Yep, my parents are enablers of my clothes and shoe hoarding and always give me great stuff that I depend on for my birthday and Christmas. The Dingo can deal with the clothes but there was an eye roll or two over the shoes. He doesn't accept that if we have to buy another house just for my shoes then that is just what is going to have to happen.
Oh! and quick note regarding clothes. One of my gifts was a gift certificate to Crazy Beautiful, one of my favorite boutiques in Memphis. It is in the U of M area (off Walker, next to Garibaldis) and the selection and pricing is to die for. I went in there Friday with my gift card and everything was 40% off. Are you kidding me?! I went nuts.
However, our subject for the evening is pickles. Yeah, I'm about to write a blog post on pickles. Get ready.
I'm an odd snacker. I have a habit of forgetting to eat full meals throughout the day and am starving when I get home, before I cook dinner. The things I buy to fend off hunger for a bit is always totally random...and often pickled. One of my favorites is spicy pickled okra. I have been getting burnt out on them though so at the store last night I decided to buy Best Choice's new "zesty pickles." Dude. Someone needs to write Best Choice's marketing department and inform them that "zesty" and "grenade launcher" are not synonyms.
Don't get me wrong, I love spicy food and these pickles are awesome, but I was not expecting what I bit into. The basic initial reaction is to run circles through my kitchen screaming "my face is going to melt off" while continuing to eat because...well...it was a melt your face off good pickle. I continue to regularly hover over my sink sniffling over the jar (you want to share now don't you?). I definitely recommend them. (And if you have had Wickles Pickles, they got nothing on these. They are great right? But not grenade launching good.)
So, yeah, pickles. On another note, and Kat this is for you :), the iPhone 4 I got for my birthday is soooo cool. The screen is brighter, it works super fast, battery life is holding in there and the camera (both video and picture) is brilliant. I will upload some video as soon as I get a chance. Maybe you'll get to meet the Dingo or maybe doggy Arleen. Stay tuned. Also, the Dingo is able to use my 3G so everything worked out for everyone.
I'm off to eat a pickle. Later taters!
Oh! and quick note regarding clothes. One of my gifts was a gift certificate to Crazy Beautiful, one of my favorite boutiques in Memphis. It is in the U of M area (off Walker, next to Garibaldis) and the selection and pricing is to die for. I went in there Friday with my gift card and everything was 40% off. Are you kidding me?! I went nuts.
However, our subject for the evening is pickles. Yeah, I'm about to write a blog post on pickles. Get ready.
I'm an odd snacker. I have a habit of forgetting to eat full meals throughout the day and am starving when I get home, before I cook dinner. The things I buy to fend off hunger for a bit is always totally random...and often pickled. One of my favorites is spicy pickled okra. I have been getting burnt out on them though so at the store last night I decided to buy Best Choice's new "zesty pickles." Dude. Someone needs to write Best Choice's marketing department and inform them that "zesty" and "grenade launcher" are not synonyms.
Don't get me wrong, I love spicy food and these pickles are awesome, but I was not expecting what I bit into. The basic initial reaction is to run circles through my kitchen screaming "my face is going to melt off" while continuing to eat because...well...it was a melt your face off good pickle. I continue to regularly hover over my sink sniffling over the jar (you want to share now don't you?). I definitely recommend them. (And if you have had Wickles Pickles, they got nothing on these. They are great right? But not grenade launching good.)
So, yeah, pickles. On another note, and Kat this is for you :), the iPhone 4 I got for my birthday is soooo cool. The screen is brighter, it works super fast, battery life is holding in there and the camera (both video and picture) is brilliant. I will upload some video as soon as I get a chance. Maybe you'll get to meet the Dingo or maybe doggy Arleen. Stay tuned. Also, the Dingo is able to use my 3G so everything worked out for everyone.
I'm off to eat a pickle. Later taters!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Dingo-less
The Dingo is out of town on a business trip. Of course I miss his company but I also miss his decisiveness. I can't make a decision to save my life so dinner was an issue. I challenged myself to go get something I don't eat often, I eneded up at Wendy's. Fail. But I don't know what to do with my appetite when it doesn't have to compromise with someone else's. Oh well. Maybe I'll think of something tomorrow night. (Note: I have nothing against Wendy's but I'm not a fast food fan and Wendy's is about the only place I eat. Definitely not me branching out.)
As is tradition, when the Dingo goes away on business I catch up on my girly movies that he would rather stab himself in the eye than watch. We have Netflix but I get frustrated trying to watch the movies we currently have in time to send them back and receive the ones I want in the exact one or two nights that he is out of town. So tonight I decided to try using the Redbox outside of Walgreens. And, dude, I'm totally digging it. I haven't actually tried to watch the two movies I got yet so I can't attest to the quality but it was so easy to use and it was $2.19 for two movies (coincidentally the exact cost of my Wendy's dinner). Also, I wanted to see Remember Me, which was released today and I didn't get any "very long wait" messages. It just popped right out. I'll never abandon Netflix but I'm really liking this other option for when I have a sudden chance to watch something that would make the Dingo bleed from the ears.
So my movie choices? Like I said, I got Remember Me. I have absolutely no idea what it is about but watch Robert Pattinson for two hours? Done. That was the only movie I originally intended on renting since my mom is loaning me Young Victoria tomorrow. But, I was kind of having fun playing with the rental machine (aside from the fact that the touch screen was blazing hot) so I also rented Leap Year. It looks cute and I am hoping it will balance out what I believe is going to be a sad movie in Remember Me.
I'm off to watch my movies and sit really really still because it is REALLY REALLY hot. Suggestions are welcomed for my dinner tomorrow night. I'm thinking Pei Wei but I'm not set on it yet.
As is tradition, when the Dingo goes away on business I catch up on my girly movies that he would rather stab himself in the eye than watch. We have Netflix but I get frustrated trying to watch the movies we currently have in time to send them back and receive the ones I want in the exact one or two nights that he is out of town. So tonight I decided to try using the Redbox outside of Walgreens. And, dude, I'm totally digging it. I haven't actually tried to watch the two movies I got yet so I can't attest to the quality but it was so easy to use and it was $2.19 for two movies (coincidentally the exact cost of my Wendy's dinner). Also, I wanted to see Remember Me, which was released today and I didn't get any "very long wait" messages. It just popped right out. I'll never abandon Netflix but I'm really liking this other option for when I have a sudden chance to watch something that would make the Dingo bleed from the ears.
So my movie choices? Like I said, I got Remember Me. I have absolutely no idea what it is about but watch Robert Pattinson for two hours? Done. That was the only movie I originally intended on renting since my mom is loaning me Young Victoria tomorrow. But, I was kind of having fun playing with the rental machine (aside from the fact that the touch screen was blazing hot) so I also rented Leap Year. It looks cute and I am hoping it will balance out what I believe is going to be a sad movie in Remember Me.
I'm off to watch my movies and sit really really still because it is REALLY REALLY hot. Suggestions are welcomed for my dinner tomorrow night. I'm thinking Pei Wei but I'm not set on it yet.
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