Wednesday, December 31, 2008

New Fave - Bon Iver

Let's end 2008 on a sweet musical note:
You can also find them on NPR: They were featured on NPR's Best of 2008 on Dec. 30th but the podcast isn't up yet.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

"Digestive Health"

What is with all of these food items now promoting digestive health? Planters has a new nut mix promoting it, everyone talks about fiber, blah blah blah.

Here is how you get digestive health.

Eat a Chicken Biscuit for breakfast.

Wash it down with some coffee.

Bodda boom bodda bing.

Digestive Health.

PS - Update later on my Florida Christmas.

Friday, December 12, 2008

To Make Up For the SNL Video

I found this little gem of a video to give you guys a nice chuckle since the awesomely hilarious Justin Timberlake Beyonce SNL skit was pulled.

If you watch this at work make sure to put headphones on, fair warning.

Dear Customers

Thank you for spelling "f-o-r-e-s-t", "l-a-k-e", and "d-e-v-e-l-o-p-m-e-n-t" for me today. I'm glad to know that you think my education does not exceed that of a first grader.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

The Diary of A Not So Angry White Woman

Day 1: I am having an Italian Christmas. Seriously, who eats lasagna on Christmas day? We live in A-M-E-R-I-C-A people, get with the program! Do you realize you are serving a Daughter of the American Revolution Italian food?! Whateve, I'll be sure to get some extra dressing from my Mom, an American.

Day 2: Today at the Y a guy looked like he was doing something sexual on this machine that looks like it's purpose is to train you for the Winter Olympic Speed Skating event. He kept sticking his butt way out and then proceeded to make out with the equipment. It was extremely disturbing. I couldn't decide if maybe he was trying to get someone to notice him or if he was European and didn't know any better. Either way, I left the gym seriously disturbed.

Day 3: I was running late to work so I couldn't go by Starbucks and get my favorite, the non-fat Peppermint Mocha Twist with whip. Grrrr.

Day 4: My fingers hurt from folding Christmas letters which I now remember I left at home.

Day 5: I browned a pot roast before work this morning and now I smell like meat. But I'm a baller because I browned a pot roast before work.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Cubicles, Gotta Love Them

Unless of course you are on the other side of a woman who, if you didn't know otherwise, could have written The Diary of A Mad Black Woman.

I can only handle so much Mary J. Blige. Coming through computer headphones.

Thursday, December 4, 2008


The other day my friend Baby Fish Mouth posted about her life as a fifteen-year-old. I told her I had her beat just with one simple word: band.

That's right people, I was in the marching band until my senior year of high school. When I was fifteen I was toting around a clarinet in my backpack, thank GOD it fit in there, so no one would know that I was in the BAND. I also had my first "real" boyfriend, he played saxophone and had a hoop earring HOT. My parents got a divorce and I suddenly found myself with a step-mom and a 3-yr-old step-sister. NOT hot, I only had one other friend with divorced parents. Side note, Oddly enough, that is still the is that even possible with a divorce rate of ~50%?

For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to take a dance class called "precision" which was basically a segway into the high school drill team. Now, those girls, THOSE girls were cool. With their cute sequined outfits, big makeup, and Texas cowboy hats and boots (we were the Cowboys, what do you expect?), I could only dream of every being that cool.

The only problem was one thing, I CAN'T DANCE. It was incredibly difficult for me to even learn the routine, let alone perfect it. That and I was petrified of anyone seeing my less-than-curvy body in a leotard. How embarrassing! More embarrassing than being in marching band! TOOT TOOT.

I too wore overalls A LOT, had my braces taken off that Spring, had Calvin Klein jeans, as many Tommy Hilfinger shirts as my Mom would buy me, and knee high socks.

FLASHBACK: We had to go to band camp two weeks before school started. No, it was not an actual camp. We had two-a-days at the same time as the freaking football team on a black asphalt parking lot at the high school. I got sun poisoning for the first time in my life SUPER COOL and several people passed out from a combination of the heat and locking their knees.

I was in the junior honor band as a frosh, SWEET, the only kids better than I was at the clarinet that were freshmen were Korean, in case you didn't know, a LOT of Korean people live in Dallas and are really freaking talented. Some of the Korean kids actually had GRAY HAIR. I mean, that shit is for real.

In middle school I ran track and cross-country and I was GOOD. Like top 10 every single time out of 200 girls running good. However, my MOTHER insisted that I stay in band, she'll tell you that isn't true but it is, what Mom wants their daughter to stay in band instead of being a cool high school athlete, I don't know. And yes, I still resent that because when I ran track again my junior of high school all of my talent had been marched away, no pun intended, BWAH.

Oh yea, that Spring, I decided one day after school to walk to our local Kroger and get a job. Yup, I bagged groceries. Some lady with umpteen million kids and two giant carts of groceries made me push BOTH carts out to her giant Euro van and didn't even tip me. I barely tipped the scale over 90 lbs. and this biotch expects me to push my weight in groceries in the 100 degree Texas weather. Oh well, I don't feel bad because I accidentally cracked some of the eggs that were on the CRATE of eggs she was buying.

All in all, I don't miss a single aspect of High School. My high school years weren't bad but they certainly weren't a musical BONK BONK.

Dear Husband, if you are reading this you bad ass Division 1 athlete you, you Senior superlative All Around Best Athlete, top 3 shut outs in the state of Pennsylvania in soccer and full basketball scholarship you, THANK YOU FOR MARRYING ME.

Things At Work That Make Me Go "Eww"

  1. Just because you "bedazzled" your black crocs with rhinestones, does not mean they are "business casual"
  2. Lime Green Terry Cloth Cropped Drawstring Pants
  3. Hair To Your Butt After The Age of 7
  4. Smelling Like A Cigarette Factory Went Up In Flames
  5. Pants So Tight That I Can See Your Cottage Cheese

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things

  1. Pickles. Of the Clausen variety.
  2. Chipotle Ranch from Moes.
  3. Home Grown Tomatoes.
  4. Peppermint Mochas (Liquid Christmas as I fondly call it due to Simpson).
  5. Ornaments.
  6. Reading. Obsessively. I don't know any other way.
  7. My Husband's Beautiful Hair. I hope our kids get his hair. (Not the crazy long ones that occasionally grow out of his eyebrows though...)
  8. The Smell of Fall and Winter.
  9. Stories About My Friend Hot Tamale's Husband. Two words: White Rain
  10. Wireless Internet.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

If You Don't Do Anything Else For The Rest of Your Life...

You should at least read this:

When Texting Is Not Acceptable

Much as there is cell phone etiquette, there is texting etiquette. As much as I'd love to hear the soundtrack of your urine being deposited into the ceramic basin known as a toilet, let's not go there. Other times people should not "go there" via a text:

  1. Saying I Love You for the first time. If you are texting it, do you really mean it? Or are you just a complete wuss?
  2. Breaking up with someone. Unless you are on a mission trip in the Congo, this is totally unacceptable.
  3. Wishing a good friend Happy Birthday. Again, how much do you really mean it if you can't pick up the phone and at least say it?
  4. Talking about your bowel movements. This is only okay with certain friends who have cleared talking about bathroom business with you.
  5. Texting during church, at the dinner table, or during a phone call.

Please feel free to submit your own ideas of when it is not okay to text.