I've been meme'd.
10 Favorites
1. Season: Fall
2. Color: Blue
3. Time: 6:30 - Home from work and still light enough outside
4. Food: Asian - Thai/Vietnamese/Japanese/Chinese
5. Drink
Non-alcoholic: Seltzer water with a splash of cranberry juice. Or water.
Alcoholic: Cosmo, or a nice glass of relaxing pinot. But I also like a good Bloody Mary.
6. Ice Cream: Pistachio or Mint Chocolate Chip
7. Place: Right now, it's the nursery we just finished. It makes me smile.
8. Sport: Baseball
9. Actor: Tom Hanks
10. Actress: Sandra Bullock
9 Currents
1. Feeling: Overwhelmed
2. Drink: Ice Water
3. Time: 3:20 PM
4. Show on TV: I'm addicted to Grey's Anatomy
5. Mobile: Cingular (I have no idea what this one means)
6. Windows open: 5 (Lotus Notes, 2 websites (both work related, I swear!), Blogger, and a work program.
7. Underwear: Black maternity ones. SEXY!
8. Clothes: Black pants, and a pretty flowery beigish maternity top. Oh, and black shoes.
9. Thought: 2 and a half more hours....
8 Firsts
1. Nickname: Muffet (my mother used to call me Muffet because apparently, Little Miss Muffet was my favorite rhyme growing up. )
2. Kiss: His name was Karl. And I loved him. Sigh...
3. Crush: John. 2nd grade. Who knew he was gay?
4. Best Friend: Andrea, she lived across the street. We were inseparable.
5. Vehicle: 1990 Ford Escort
6. Job: I was a candy striper at a local hospital. But my first paying job was at a McDonald's.
7. Date: I think it was with Paul in 9th grade. We went to the movies.
8. Pet: Harry and Herman - hamsters
7 Lasts
1. Drink: Water
2. Kiss: This morning before Ken left for work.
3. Meal: Breakfast this morning: Grapenut cereal, a banana, and orange juice.
4. Web site: Hotmail.com
5. Movie: Failure to Launch
6. Phone call: Work-related.
7. TV Show: The Today Show this morning.
6 Have You Evers
1. Broken the law: I stole a Roger Rabbit figurine when I was too little to know better. And I drank alcohol before I was 21. Does that count?
2. Been drunk: Yes
3. Kissed someone you didn't know: Yikes, yes. I'm feeling so irresponsible right now. But it was part of my "Always be kissed at New Years rule."
4. Been close to gunfire: No
5. Skinny dipped: Nope
6. Broken someone's heart: Yeah...
5 Things
1. You can hear right now: People talking, sound of the keyboard, someone whistling, phones ringing, The vent blowing air above my head
2. On your bed: Comforter, sheets, pillows, laundry that needs to be folded, and To Kill a Mockingbird, which I'm reading right now.
3. You ate today: Cereal, banana, pineapple, a granola bar, and orange sherbert.
4. You can't live without: Ken, my family, my car, potholders, and a phone.
5. You do when you're bored: watch mindless television, read, take a walk, call my parents, buy stuff for baby online.
4 Places You've Been Today
1. Bed
2. Shower/Bathroom
3. My car
4. Work
3 Things On Your Desk Right Now
1. Monitor, keyboard, mouse
2. Vaseline hand lotion and Purel Hand Sanitizer
3. An empty water cup.
2 Choices
1. Chocolate or Vanilla: Depends on my mood
2. Hot or Cold: Cold (If I'm too cold, I can bundle up. Even if you're naked, you can still be too sweaty.)
1 Place You Want to Visit.
Tuscany
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Completely Random Ramblings
Last night I went to Lincoln Park, a casino about 35 minutes away in Lincoln, Rhode Island. I won, Ken lost, but together we pretty much broke even. Here's what happened that prompted this blog.
I hate complainers. People who complain about petty little things is a HUGE pet peeve of mine. Actually, it's those that complain about something incessantly and not let it go. Last summer, I was in the slowest line ever at a Dairy Queen. It was hot, it was late, and whomever was working the line I chose might of been new. Who knows? But the person in front of me kept turning around and rolling her eyes and making comments. I smiled politely and hoped the fact that I didn't egg her on would shut her up. I was wrong. Last night, I was in line to cash out and something happened where the person working the window just walked away. Maybe she ran out of money, maybe she had to get some forms if the customer at the counter hit it big. Who knows? But person A in back of me and person B in front of me had a problem.
Where'd she go?
I don't know.
This is ridiculous.
Anyone want a job? It's obvious they're short-staffed.
Is that girl opening her window? We should all move over and not allow anyone in front of us. We've been waiting forever.
This is ridiculous.
Where is she?
Seriously. Where do you have to be that you are in such a rush all the time? I feel like asking this. Who cares if the line is slow. Where do you have to be right now?
I was in line for dinner at one of the food court restaurants and noticed a man in line at another restaurant who had the same belly I did. My belly popped sometime in the last month or so and so my energy level has sunk. I used to be able to do 50 flights on the gym Stairmaster, but now I am winded after climbing one flight of stairs to get to my cubicle at work. I hate it. Looking at this man, I wondered how anyone could want to live like that on purpose. I guess that being 8 months pregnant has opened my eyes to what I could feel like if I don't take care of myself.
Last tidbit: Most of the songs on my Ipod bring me back to another time and place. Band on the Run, by Paul McCartney and Wings, is probably one of my all-time favorite songs and Paul McCartney is the only artist who I would shell out a car payment to see in concert. In college, I went on 3 dates with someone who turned out to be a fugitive. On our first date, we went to karaoke night at a local bar. It was a Friday night in June 1994. I remember the date because it was the night of the infamous OJ chase in the white Bronco. As soon as it happened, all the TV's over the stage in the bar broadcast the chase and when it was over, one of the bartender's sang Band on the Run. It was the first time I heard that song and now everytime I hear it, I think of that night, and how fitting that song was given my own set of circumstances. I was on a date with a fugitive. And I have wondered since that night if he was laughing inside while that song was playing.
I hate complainers. People who complain about petty little things is a HUGE pet peeve of mine. Actually, it's those that complain about something incessantly and not let it go. Last summer, I was in the slowest line ever at a Dairy Queen. It was hot, it was late, and whomever was working the line I chose might of been new. Who knows? But the person in front of me kept turning around and rolling her eyes and making comments. I smiled politely and hoped the fact that I didn't egg her on would shut her up. I was wrong. Last night, I was in line to cash out and something happened where the person working the window just walked away. Maybe she ran out of money, maybe she had to get some forms if the customer at the counter hit it big. Who knows? But person A in back of me and person B in front of me had a problem.
Where'd she go?
I don't know.
This is ridiculous.
Anyone want a job? It's obvious they're short-staffed.
Is that girl opening her window? We should all move over and not allow anyone in front of us. We've been waiting forever.
This is ridiculous.
Where is she?
Seriously. Where do you have to be that you are in such a rush all the time? I feel like asking this. Who cares if the line is slow. Where do you have to be right now?
I was in line for dinner at one of the food court restaurants and noticed a man in line at another restaurant who had the same belly I did. My belly popped sometime in the last month or so and so my energy level has sunk. I used to be able to do 50 flights on the gym Stairmaster, but now I am winded after climbing one flight of stairs to get to my cubicle at work. I hate it. Looking at this man, I wondered how anyone could want to live like that on purpose. I guess that being 8 months pregnant has opened my eyes to what I could feel like if I don't take care of myself.
Last tidbit: Most of the songs on my Ipod bring me back to another time and place. Band on the Run, by Paul McCartney and Wings, is probably one of my all-time favorite songs and Paul McCartney is the only artist who I would shell out a car payment to see in concert. In college, I went on 3 dates with someone who turned out to be a fugitive. On our first date, we went to karaoke night at a local bar. It was a Friday night in June 1994. I remember the date because it was the night of the infamous OJ chase in the white Bronco. As soon as it happened, all the TV's over the stage in the bar broadcast the chase and when it was over, one of the bartender's sang Band on the Run. It was the first time I heard that song and now everytime I hear it, I think of that night, and how fitting that song was given my own set of circumstances. I was on a date with a fugitive. And I have wondered since that night if he was laughing inside while that song was playing.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
See Dick Dance. Dance, Dick, Dance.
For our last official real nice date night out as "DINK"s (Double Income, No Kids), my family treated Ken and me to a fancy dinner and a play, The Full Monty.
I saw the movie years ago when it came out in theaters. I had forgotten most of the details of the movie, but remember the basic premise. Set in Britain, unemployed blue-collar men of all shapes and sizes are jealous that their wives and girlfriends spend their time at the strip clubs, that they decide to form their own male revue and give it a go. That is what I remember.
The night we went was the last night of the performance, and we found that many in the audience had been before.
"The end is the best."
"Have you seen the movie? This has NOTHING on the movie."
"Make sure you're awake for the end. And don't blink or sneeze."
"Is he uncomfortable with nudity?" a woman asks, nodding her head towards Ken.
There were many similarities between the play and the movie as far as plot. There were a few differences, like the setting (Buffalo, NY) and that there were more musical numbers than the original.
The major difference?
The last scene of the night. The final musical number. I knew there would be stripping. If I recalled, the last scene in the movie showed the men in all their glory with only the policeman's hat that was their costume covering the goods. That's what I was expecting. What I got? An eyeful. Little by little, the costumes came off. Everyone was cheering, obviously knowing what was to come.
There was a Bachelorette Party in the house that night, and one of the castmembers tried to drag the very embarrassed bride-to-be onto the stage to get a closer look. Blushing, she would go no further than the steps leading up to the stage.
Right before the curtain fell and the lights went out, they dropped the hats. Six little Jr's all in a row. In my shock and laughter, I tried to skim all six, but only really focused on one.
The acting was outstanding, the vocals were second to none, and the comaraderie among actors was obvious. Ken loved it. I thought he would be a little uncomfortable with male nudity, but because the play was fantastic, he didn't really see that as a letdown. He was glad that it was the last run of the play because he knew I'd probably want to see it five more times.
I saw the movie years ago when it came out in theaters. I had forgotten most of the details of the movie, but remember the basic premise. Set in Britain, unemployed blue-collar men of all shapes and sizes are jealous that their wives and girlfriends spend their time at the strip clubs, that they decide to form their own male revue and give it a go. That is what I remember.
The night we went was the last night of the performance, and we found that many in the audience had been before.
"The end is the best."
"Have you seen the movie? This has NOTHING on the movie."
"Make sure you're awake for the end. And don't blink or sneeze."
"Is he uncomfortable with nudity?" a woman asks, nodding her head towards Ken.
There were many similarities between the play and the movie as far as plot. There were a few differences, like the setting (Buffalo, NY) and that there were more musical numbers than the original.
The major difference?
The last scene of the night. The final musical number. I knew there would be stripping. If I recalled, the last scene in the movie showed the men in all their glory with only the policeman's hat that was their costume covering the goods. That's what I was expecting. What I got? An eyeful. Little by little, the costumes came off. Everyone was cheering, obviously knowing what was to come.
There was a Bachelorette Party in the house that night, and one of the castmembers tried to drag the very embarrassed bride-to-be onto the stage to get a closer look. Blushing, she would go no further than the steps leading up to the stage.
Right before the curtain fell and the lights went out, they dropped the hats. Six little Jr's all in a row. In my shock and laughter, I tried to skim all six, but only really focused on one.
The acting was outstanding, the vocals were second to none, and the comaraderie among actors was obvious. Ken loved it. I thought he would be a little uncomfortable with male nudity, but because the play was fantastic, he didn't really see that as a letdown. He was glad that it was the last run of the play because he knew I'd probably want to see it five more times.
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