One Little Slip

This morning consisted of 4 milano cookies and a bottle of water.

I was missing my normal sense of urgency to get ready quicky as per my scheduled routine. Instead I dilly dallied until I ran out of time…and ran out the door.

Dad said its the time of year because yesterday he was the same way. He really does a great job at making me feel ok with myself. Love ya dad!

This is awesome…its the 6th of January (just days before my birthday) and I’m going to spend the afternoon on the beach.

*I dont know how I’ll ever be able to go from beach days in January back to the snow. Well I’m just going to enjoy it while it lasts.

Tanning in January baby!!

Sadly when I ordered a cheese pizza at Cafe Europa last night, what was later set infront of me was apparently its new gourmet counterpart. “It’s now the pizza margarita” the waitress explained when I asked why the cheese wasnt fully covering my pizza. Now they use fresh mozzarella which is sliced and placed around the pizza, six or seven times.

I was starving so I ate it. The worst part of this new gourmet pizza was that it was ”drizzled” with olive oil…tased more like drenched with olive oil to me. Cheese has enough grease when it cooks that in my opinion there is no reason to add more.

Even today almost 24 hours later I am still tasing the olive oil and feeling gross from all the grease and oil on that pizza. Next time I’ll walk the extra seven blocks to get an Ats-a-Pizza. Where they leave the olive oil off my pizza. 

Maybe the most fun I’ve had all year

This sale has been on my mind since my best friend informed me of its offical date of January 3rd. Last year I was home with the family so I missed it and then this past summer I missed it again…at home for another visit.

So this time around I was not missing this sale for anything. I even moved an appointment to later in the day so that I could have an entire morning devoted to shopping.

I arrived an hour and a half after the store had opened and it was already packed with women searching and digging for a good deal. Almost everything was on sale and not just a little bit onsale. Everything I was looking at was atleast 50% off the regualr price…sales at VS like this hardly every happen!

I spent a hour and a half over-stuffing two bags, full of pajama bottoms, tanks, sweats, hoodies, bras and panties. I was finding some really wicked things. I wasnt making any decisions, I was just stuffing and shoving in my bags…Once its in your bag you can decide if you want it…later.

Once I made a few circles around the store I headed to the dressing room. I spent almost 2 hours trying on everything I managed to carry into the room with me. (I have to mention that my arms are still aching now from the weight of the bags I dragged through the store)

I was having the absolute best time…I am never happier then when I am shopping a great sale. What made my experience even better is that its my *birthday* in a week so everything I was getting will later be given to my by my boyfriend I got to enjoy the process, pick out everything I wanted all the while saving him the agony of buying my a present. (He hates the mall but did very good over the holidays *dreams of the Juicy Couture purse*)

I settled on 2 pairs of pajama bottoms, a pair of thermal pj shorts, a pair of “pink” sweats, a bunch of tank tops, a pink and gold hoodie, a few pairs of panties and a bra. Not too shabby for my 3 hours spent in the store! The total was under $160 and there were some pretty massive savings totaling $350.

This was the best birthday-present-shopping-for-myself experience ever. The only thing that would have made it better was if there had been a big chocolate and vanilla slab cake with my name on it, at the store when I arrived

When you post on your blog, it inspires me to post on mine.

Keep up the good work

Not that I ever like going to South Beach…except for the occasional visit to News Cafe. Once again we had visitors come down for a long weekend and begged to be taken down for a trip.

After having taken a unplanned trip around the city of Miami we were just arriving in Miami Beach. Trying to make our way to the 7th street parking garage when a “party van” full of “fellas” from Georgia scraped the back end of my bumper….while coming out of an alley. As S said, she felt it was a scene out of some movie, to surreal to actually be happening. All I said was “you were the one who wanted to come to South Beach…now you’re getting the full experience.”

I filed my claim today and now I have to go through the lovely process of getting an estimate, talking with claim agents and actually trying to get my bumper repaired.

Maybe I should have just asked for some of the “bling” they had hanging around their necks or some of the cash I’m sure that had in abondance…I can live with a messed up bumper for a little extra $$ .

My sarcasm and witty remarks fly out of my mouth with out pause but when asked for directions I freeze up like a deer in the headlights.

I forget everything! I loose all sense of direction, I can’t remember where I am or what direction I am even facing. I suffer from on the spot paralization. So many times I have been asked for directions, only to send the person in the complete opposite direction. I would have to say that at least 9 times out of 10 I am wrong, wrong, wrong.

Today someone asked me how to get to US1 and I sent them to A1A…seriously like in opposite directions!!!

I do know where I live and I feel pretty confident to get myself around but apparently I am of no help to anyone else.

The worst part is that when I am giving these wrong directions, I say them with all the confidence in the world…it would literally be impossible not to believe me.

J has suggested I say that either I am not from around here or that I am bad with directions…but I just really want to help out…its just too bad that when it comes to directions I dont know which way is which.

I havent baby sat in years but wanted some extra $$ so I agreed to it. The night was going by fine, the kids were in bed and I was starting to remember how boring babysitting actually is.

I should have shut my damn mouth because before I knew it, the youngest boy was out before me vommiting out his nose and mouth. No horror film could have ever done this scene justice.

Had I known that I was going to have to clean up after a child who projectile vommited all over the livingroom, for a measly $80…I would have said FUCK NO!

The image and smell will take a frigen long time to erase from my memory.

Hardest $80 I’ve ever had to earn…I’ll take cleaning the bits of food out of the Pizza Hut dishwasher any day!

I just burst out laughing for having remembered an event that transpired I guess its gotta be over 2 years now.

Before my mom and I moved out separate ways, I mean literally, me to FL and her to GB, we had a Garage Sale.

I don’t know if I was ever really excited about getting up at the crack of ass (thats what I call morning when I have to get up disgustingly early) but I have always liked the idea of making money and then spending that money.

My mom was selling a rose colored love seat sofa that day and I needed to go in the kitchen and make a forsale sign for it. We had a few pieces of cardboard for signs, so I got right to it, writing:

                                              Cough for sale $20

Noticing my error I flipped over the sign and wrote:

                                              Cough for sale $20

This time my mom looks at me and we both sorta laugh….what the hell is wrong with me?I get a new piece of cardboard and write on it this time being very careful to watch my spelling. I write:

                                              Cough for sale $20

 At this time my mom and I are in a state of shock and amazement and cant help but bust out laughing!!! The forth time was the charm, for she (if I remember correctly) spelled out the word couch for me, letter by letter.

That day the couch never ended up selling, so it got shipped off to the Salvation Army. That poor couch was doomed from the start.

you’ve been sitting on the couch so long (studying) that you’re butt hurts. C’mon whos butt gets sore sitting on a couch? I am venturing to say no one…so apparently I am a workaholic.

So heres to next week…when exams are over and this butt can look forward to laying on the beach…please let there be good weather!