My weekend with Neil and Sara was fantastic! I wish they could have stayed longer…it’s always a blast when we get together. I can’t wait until May when I get to see them again.
We did so much this weekend and I took tons of pictures.
My sisters birthday was today (Happy Birthday C-Love!) and on Saturday she had a party at her house.
This is my sister’s roommates dog, Guiness. Squeeee!! He’s so freakin’ cute!
Sunday we went to a Phillies spring training game against the Rays…
Yesterday we took Neil and Sara to the Strawberry Festival and made them eat all of the weird food. They started with the Taco in the bag…
Then we moved on to strawberry shortcake and Chocolate Dip’t Bacon…
We took a food break and watched the pig races. Sara participated. Her racing name was “Fried Fusion”.
This pig was more interested in eating the track then racing…
After the races, we ate the ultimate fair food, the Krispy Kreme Doughnut Burger. I can’t even look at the picture of this thing without wanting to vomit…
Yes internet, that is a hamburger placed between 2 glazed doughnuts. I took a video of us eating it…
They are all smoking crack because that was probably the worst thing I’ve ever eaten and I’m pretty sure it’s responsible for the killer stomach ache I had when I got home.
The weekend was fantastic and was much needed! I love when Neil and Sara visit and May cannot come fast enough!
I’m starting something new on this site called “WTF Friday”. I come across a lot of random crap on the internet when I should be doing things like working, eating, sleeping, or fighting Communism. The part of myself that is still human feels a certain moral obligation to share the treasures of the digital age. Cause, ya know, the world would be a little bit brighter if more people hopped on the internet and ordered pants that have a dick made of cloth attached to the penile region. I’m going to try my best to make this a weekly occurrence so everyone has something to think about over their weekend.
WTF Friday starts with off talking about everyone’s favorite thing….vaginas! You would think vaginas were perfect, right? Wrong. Thanks to the magic of the internet, we have been shown that the vagina conceived and crafted by the hands of GOD, can be improved upon. And who is the stunning and brilliant mind that will usher us into this new Renaissance of vertical smiles? If you said 1990’s Party of Five starlet Jennifer Love Hewitt, you would be right. Yes, “vajazzling” is taking 13 year old whore by storm! Watch out America, Little Miss “I Have Daddy Issues” can now turn her boring, plain vagina into the 10th Wonder of The Pre-teen World. Quite literally, vajazzling is the process of adding rhinestones to your womanly parts. Here’s a video of the bedazzling process taking place and JLH talking about it on Lopez Tonight. Oh goody!
I’d like to thank my friend Chris for giving me this story. He doesn’t have a website, but he totally should.
I spent a good portion of the night cleaning the house in anticipation for Neil and Sara’s arrival on Saturday. I’m so excited!! I haven’t seen them in over a year and I just can’t wait to get together and start telling “your mom” jokes again. Cause that’s what we do. Shut up.
Did I ever mention how I came up with the name uptopdesigns? You can thank Neil for that. Instead of saying high five (cause that’s sooooo last year) we say “up top”. And we say it really loudly with tons of over enthusiasm. My friend Gopal actually does it the best. So yeah, the up top and the fact that I’m a designer, it kind of just fit.
Anyway, what was I saying. Oh yeah….house cleaning. We decided to have Dave’s friend repaint the house, so shit has been everywhere for the past few days to accommodate. We got stuff organized and fairly clean downstairs. Upstairs is another story. I’ll tackle that tomorrow. Maybe.
Tomorrow is going to be so long. I can’t wait for them to get here!
Girl Scout cookie time! It seems like these girls are everywhere I go this year. Must be the down economy. These kids are dealing cookies like it’s nobody’s business. They get you when you walk out of the grocery store, their at the entrance to CVS, I even saw those little hustlers slinging cookies at the mall.
Dave and I walked out of Sam’s Club yesterday and this bouncy little girl with perfect curls and the cutest gapped teeth smile comes up to us.
“Hiiii!! Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies???”
Uhhh, how can you say no to that?? It’s never the ugly Girl Scout doing the sales pitch. They always get the most adorable one to win over your heart and the bigger, more experienced Girl Scout seals the deal. They work in pairs. Strength in numbers I suppose. They know how to work it.
We bought a box of Thin Mints, our favorite. I had to resist buying one of everything. Those things are $3.50 a box now and my butt does not need 6 boxes of cookies.
I was a Girl Scout for a year. In that year I went from Girl scout noob to Top Cookie Seller. I sold over 500 boxes of cookies! My Dad took some boxes to work and my Mom and I went door to door selling. (That was back in the day when you could actually go to door to door without worry of being abducted.) The three of us were an unstoppable cookie selling trio. I remember winning a boat ride on some ship in Philly and getting a special “super seller” patch for my sash. I rocked the Girl Scout world and all the other girls in my troop were envious of me. In Girl Scouts, you’re cool status is determined by how many patches you have on your sash. The “super seller” meant you were elite. The girls in my troop dreamed to get that patch. Some girls were at this for years and hadn’t received it and I waltzed and stole all their hopes and dreams.
Other than being cookie slaves, I don’t remember doing anything else in Girl scouts that was remotely fun. It was cool being the top cookie seller, but everything else pretty much sucked. I left after my year as a Brownie and didn’t look back. I was too awesome for Girl Scouts and went on to cool things like dance and gymnastics.
Next time your out and see one of these adorable girls peddling their boxes of $3.50 cookies, suck it up and buy a box. You never know; you could fulfill their dream of being Top Cookie Seller.
I spent 2 hours on the phone tonight with TurboTax’s online help. Apparently, when I filed my taxes 2 weeks ago, the IRS rejected my e-file. TurboTax told me what to do to fix the problem and I took the necessary measures, except that when I tried to log into my account none of my information was saved and therefore I couldn’t take the final step. TWO HOURS on the phone with customer service and I got pretty much nowhere. I’m going to H&R Block tomorrow.
It was almost 9:00 when I got off the phone with those people. Dave was out with a friend so I had no one to bitch to. Not only was I starving, I was frustrated, annoyed and in need of a drink. It isn’t so happening where I live, most places close at 9:00 unless you go downtown and I wasn’t in the mood to go very far. The only option was fast food, Beef O Brady’s or Applebee’s. I wasn’t in the mood for wings and I only eat Taco Bell at 3am when I’m drunk, so I headed over to Applebee’s. By myself.
I’ve never gone to a restaurant alone before. I’m socially awkward. I don’t like being by myself in public places. I’m not one of those people that can go to a bar by herself, sit down, have a drink, and start mingling with people. I freak out. I’ve accepted this a long time ago. But for some reason tonight the thought of me going alone sounded appealing. I was fine with it. I put on my coat and headed out there.
I sat down at my table for one, the smallest table in the place tucked all the way in the back. I wanted a drink, and something different. I ordered a Pomegranate Margarita. That sounded good. The server gave me a Pomegranate Martini instead. I didn’t say anything. I never ordered a martini before. The only time I’ve ever had one was when I took a sip of my mothers dry gin martini that reminded me of rubbing alcohol, but I wanted to try something new right? I took a sip expecting it to be strong and nasty, but to my surprise it tasted good.
Two firsts in one night. I’m making strides people. I might even consider doing this again.
Last night when I got off work I called Dave, just like I always do, to tell him that I was on my way home. We usually talk briefly, asking each other how our days went, and then continue the conversation once I get home. But yesterday was different. The conversation went down something like this:
Dave: “Babe, can I go fishing tomorrow morning?”
Me: “ummm, yeah, I don’t care.”
Dave: “Ok, well then I’m going to go.”
Me: “Go, have fun. You don’t have to ask me for permission.”
Dave: “Well I just wanted to make sure.”
Me: “When have I EVER cared about where you go?”
At this point in the conversation, I’m pretty much dying laughing. This is the most ridiculous thing to ask me. I’m not one of those girls that tries to control their man’s schedule. In our 2 year relationship, I have never once questioned, gotten mad, or been jealous that he was going somewhere or doing something without me. I’m not that girl. AT ALL. I’m the farthest thing from a jealous girl. I’m not into that catty, dramatic, typical girl type behavior. I actually had an old boyfriend try to tell me that I was jealous once. No I wasn’t jealous, you were practically making out with a girl right in front of me. That’s pretty much where I draw the line and start getting mad.
I trust him enough to know that he’s not going to do anything that I would consider wrong. He’s a good guy, he works hard. If he wants to sit on a boat all day with his friend and fish I don’t care. He deserves a little fun every once in awhile. I’m not his mother. He doesn’t ever have to ask me for permission. Boys are silly sometimes.
I failed this week at posting. I feel like yesterday it was Monday.I was really busy all week, but with nothing post worthy… just stuff that involves work. I’ve thought about posting something several times, but nothing jumped out as a topic that I would want to read about later on. Things are hopefully going to slow down and get interesting soon. Dave is going to Orlando Sunday for work, so I’m going to have the house to myself for like a day and a half. Until then, we’re going to enjoy the weekend and try to do something interesting.
I am watching the Winter Olympics right now. On Friday, after we heard about the tragic death of the Georgian on the luge track, Dave and I were talking about how the Winter Olympic sports are way more dangerous than the Summer Olympic sports. There’s a chance of death in pretty much every Winter games sport. The Summer Olympics, you might just fall and break your leg on the track. Even in the wimpy Winter sports, like Figure Skating, there’s a chance your partner could slip and cut a main artery with his skate. The Winter games are much more hardcore if you ask me–not saying that the Summer game athletes are wimps, but I feel like I could at least try a lot of the Summer game sports without killing myself. I would be horrible at all of them, but I don’t think I would kill myself. There’s no way in hell I would attempt half of the Winter sports. 90 mph of a metal sled? Yeah, I don’t think so.
Somehow, I manged to throw out my shoulder this week. I’m still not really sure how it happened, but on Tuesday I was getting ready for work, and I think I was putting on my sweater and just felt a pop. Then shooting pain. I’m not THAT old yet. Stuff like this shouldn’t happen, yet for 3 days I’ve been in pretty bad pain from this. I missed an entire week of yoga. Heidi (my instructor) probably thinks I bailed but I’m dying to get back into it next week.
Valentines Day is Sunday and I still have no idea what we are doing, if anything at all. We were supposed to go see Flogging Molly, which is exactly how I would have preffered to spend the holiday but the concert sold out. We’ll probably just end up going somewhere to get dinner. I honestly don’t care if we do anything. I’ve never been real big into the holiday and would really like a day to just relax. I’ve been super busy this week helping my friends with projects and trying to work on this site. A day of doing nothing would be nice.
I don’t plan on writing anything until next week, so hope everyone has a good weekend!
