Wherein I Say Random Things and Surprise Myself

ME (to co-workers): Hey! Do any of you guys have a brownie up your sleeve?

[Pulling a brownie out of my sweater sleeve as proof that I am, in fact, the only one present with a brownie up her sleeve. What can I say, sometimes my randomness takes even me by surprise. I choose to think of it as endearing.]

The Fair and Other Assorted Diversions

Oh my gosh you guys, I've been like crazy bizzy lately and have been seriously neglecting ye olde bloggy-blog. Muchos apologies.

But for real, look at all of the junk I've been doing!

First there was there County Fair, where I saw this:


I love a Demolition Derby (who doesn't right!?) but this year's was oh-so-great. It's not every year that cars launch up ON TOP of one another. Or smash through the jersey wall. It was so exciting that I found myself screaming at the top of my lungs, "AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME! AWE-SOOOOOOMEE!!" while punching the air with one fist like some crazed Beattle fan and trying to take pictures with the other.

If the derby itself wasn't in and of itself WAY AWESOME, the night would have been worth it to see this championship mullet.

Behold the mullet.



It leaves me a little breathless, I have to admit.

I hereby dubbed the theme of this fair, The Food On A Stick Fair, and accordingly ate only food on a stick. If it has been a while since you've had a corndog - MEND YOUR WAYS! I forgot how divine they are.


Camie and I are both smiling weird in this picture because we were afraid we had junk stuck in out teeth. I do have junk stuck on my teeth, but it's intentional (and will be gone in a couple more weeks). Also I was balancing a cup of fries and three ketchup cups on my lap. This picture was taken about 2 minutes before one of those ketchup cups turned over, leaving a very attractive red blotch on my thigh. Super duper sexy, as usual.

For dessert, we hit the the ice cream stand. And I wanted a milkshake, but a milkshake isn't Food On A Stick, now is it? No, it is not. But Frozen Bananas are. So a Frozen Banana it was. This is what I learned about frozen bananas: One, they are really hard to bite into. Two, they aren't very tasty, especially when compared to a milkshake. Three, pictures while eating them are, well, rather awkward.


So the fair was awesome, but I've also been doing other great stuff to keep me from blogging. Like going to the beach.

Ahhh .... the beach.



And finally, tonight I had a party at my house. The final bash at my illustrious digs in Silver Spring deserved nothing less than a Taco Sundae Sunday. Tacos + Ice Cream Sundaes + Sunday = One Great Par-Tay. I, for one, had a great time, and I think my guests did too. Unfortunately, I was too busy having a great time and directing people to the taco bar or the ice cream bar to remember to take any pictures. Hostessing is very important and demanding work, so I can totally see why people hire photographers for these kinds of things.

Anyway, with all of this going on, you can see how blogging has fallen by the wayside. But next week I will be packing up my house which means I'll be blogging ALL OF THE TIME as I procrastinate sorting through all of my junk.

Wordless Wednesday

Frankly, I'm surprised I have milk

Feel free to come on by if you need anything buttered.

I shouldn't love this, but I do

** Apartment update: We're still waiting to hear. Hopefully something today or tomorrow. Keep your prayer rugs pointed toward Mecca! **

Me, The Linguist

Maria2: Shoot! I can't remember the Tagalog word for 'village.'

Me: I think it's 'willage.'

Hello My Future Girlfriend

Although I love this little video for a million reasons, I can't help but wonder if this little boy grew up to be a creepy lurker. He's got the mullet for it.



Bye. Thanks for stopping by.

Different Strokes for Different Folks

There are some things in this world that constantly surprise me. Not because they are surprising things, but because they are just far enough outside of my sphere of normalcy to catch me off-guard whenever I hear about them. And I'm always like, "Really?? You do that? That is SO WEIRD to me!"

Like when people that are not in high school or college smoke pot.

Or when people go to the Emergency Room.

These aren't uncommon things, but it just surprises me when I hear about it. I'm not judging, and I'm not saying people shouldn't go to the ER, I'm just saying its weird to me. Just like I think its weird that people want to go to the National Museum of the American Indian. Not wrong, exactly, just not something I'd ever consider doing.

What normal things are weird to you?

The Weekend of Canceled Plans

I went into this Memorial Day weekend with A LOT of things on my plate. I was exhausted just thinking about all of the plans I had. But this was the weekend where one thing after another got canceled, so that by the end only about 3% actually became a reality. Instead, I've been slacking off and hemorrhaging money at various Memorial Day sales. This is what I should have been doing:

Saturday:

• Volunteer at the Botanic Gardens - Canceled due to my extreme laziness
• Hair Appointment - Canceled due to a house showing at the hairdresser's
• Gym - completed
• Buy a new Camera - completed
• Grocery store - completed
• Laundry - completed
  
• Shopping for new shoes and purse - unplanned but completed
  
• Buy a few new books at Borders - unplanned but completed
  
• Watch The Country Girl (which is a surprisingly great movie! It's Grace Kelly as you've never seen her. I highly recommend it!!) - unplanned, but totally worth it!
  

Sunday:

• Church - Canceled due to another attack of my extreme laziness
• Lunch date with a fellow from Virginia - Canceled due to him taking his mom to the ER
• Walk to the video store to return my movies - completed
• Detour during walk to talk a nap in the park - unplanned but necessary
  
• Sunburn due to nap in the park - unplanned and undesired
  
• Dinner date with a fellow in town from Seattle - Canceled because no firm plans were in place and he talks about himself in the 3rd person with a Fernando's Hideaway accent. ("Armand is being in town tonight. Would you like to get together with Armand?")
  

All in all, it wasn't a bad weekend. I just didn't do as much as I thought I would. But tomorrow! Tomorrow is when all of the really important things are happening!

• Gym
• Super Fun Time Pool with Camie and Anna
• Slurpees (can be combined with either the item above or below)
  
• Pedicures
• Possibly see a Movie
• Drive to the Outer Banks to begin my WEEK LONG BEACH VACATION!!!
  

So, as you can see, there had BETTER be a higher success rate. If nothing else, there will be the trip to the beach. All hail the beach! And All Hail Week Long Vacations!

Verbal Suicide

In my opinion (which is the only opinion that matters in my opinion) there are some words or phrases that are so loaded with social unacceptability and uncoolness that uttering them is the same as committing verbal suicide. And if you say them in my hearing or even worse to my face (!) my hands are tied, and you are DEAD TO ME.

So Please, for your edification, a short selection from the Kamikaze Dictionary:

• Referring to something as "a choice experience"
• Honest to Gosh
• Cool Beans!!!!!!!

For the love of Merriam Webster, use this list with care (aka, never). Once you are dead to me, it will take some serious acts of coolness (or gifts of cashmere) to become undead.

(By the way, it also really bothers me when people say "anywho" or "anyways" with an S ... ugh and shudder ... but doing that doesn't quite equal verbal suicide. It's more like being maimed with a steak knife. Horrible. So horrible. And I basically don't want to be anywhere around you or know you at all. It's a fine, fine line.)

Do you guys feel this way too? Or am I the most shallow person in the room?

Not Sure What To Write About

I've written four draft posts tonight. I just can't settle on what pointless drivel I want to share with you today. Here are your choices ... what's catching your fancy?

Would you rather hear about the Fire Sale I'm holding in my new work cubicle? (Anyone need Gregorian Chant records to play on their Victrola? But one of the rare finds available.)

Or perhaps you'd rather get the low-down on the mustard festival happening in California. Mustard is dying to go.

It's Lent tomorrow. What am I gonna do about that? Hmmm??

Oh wait, what am I thinking, I'm sure what you REALLY want to know is which 'Britney Spears Are You?' (choices: Mouseketeer, Wild Child, Sexpot, Mommy. Anyone wanna place a bet?)

It's hard to choose, isn't it? Welcome to my world.