baller

Sweet potato fries. whatWHAT get in my belly.

There was a point at work this morning where it got so bad that I wanted to sit down the middle of the lab and just cry. Like a two year old, defeated. I seriously considered it for a brief second, but then I remembered that I do want to keep my job. And that I'm also supposed to be an adult.

This afternoon I mentioned it to my boss and she said, "I know how you feel." Word. At least she's right there with me in this nonsense.

The Victoria's Secret credit card bill comes in a pink envelope. Doesn't make it any cuter when I have to pay it-- but my underwear drawer is that much more baller. It's a tie.

Some asian lady stole my purse today.
Ok. Let me clarify. They were having a killer sale on Coach purses at Dillard's and Ashley called to give me the heads up. So I was looking at one that caught my eye- normal subdued brown with the Cs on the ouside, with PURPLE lining. I could see myself becoming smitten.

I asked the saleslady to unlock it from the rack so I could see how it looked on my shoulder. As I was doing that, two asian ladies walked up and... lingered.  As I was handing it back to the saleslady/ putting it back on the rack, they practically snatched it from our hands and wanted to buy it.

Okayyy. If I was feeling feisty, I would have fought over it. But I was tired after a long bullshitty day at work and just let her take it. She obviously needed that purse more than I did. So no Coach bag for me. At least not today.

Instead I went over to the Proactiv kiosk and forked over 50 bucks. Let this be the end of zits!! *shakes fist*

Also- DUDE, everyone is pregnant. This time, it's not people that I actually know, but it seems like every blog I follow is pregnant, or trying to get pregnant.

I just got season 1 of  How I Met Your Mother from Netflix.
Guess which party animal is going to watch as much as I can tonight before I fall asleep?
This one.

The letter P

I was looking forward to my first payday where I don't have to put the majority of it into paying off my credit card... I forgot that my 6-month car insurance payment is due. Cripes. Oh, well. NEXT payday!

Also, for the first time in literally years, I forgot to read PostSecret on Sunday. It's been my weekly ritual for years and I can't believe I missed it! I realized it today and quick checked it out. It's just not the same if it's not over Sunday morning coffee.

Also, I just got an email full of pictures of Colin Farrell's dick. Apparently he's the newest celebrity to come out with a sex tape... Is it just me or does it look kinda crooked? Hahahaha my coworker is awesome.

I'm beat. Not much substantial sleep last night either.

BUT I got to eat some pretty delicious pie for dinner.

Also, I got this song stuck in my head today. Actually, I started singing it in the lab and my coworkers started singing along. Reason # 26 why my coworkers rock. Anyway, it put me in the mood to watch Moulin Rouge. Also, Damn Ewan McGregor is one sexy man. He needs to make a sex tape.

This was a strange post. Payments, PostSecret, Penis, Poor sleep, Pie, and... Moulin Rouge.

pie & excitement

Lime pie in the fridge. I tasted the filling before I washed the dishes...
Oh, I'm going to eat that whole damn thing.

Really sleepy today. Chris called last night just as I was finally drifting off to sleep.

He started talking about making vacation plans and fun things to do (besides him- OH!) while he's on leave, and got me all excited (not in that way, you nasty). So I didn't fall asleep until some time between 11 and midnight. I will sleep well tonight, though, as long as I don't think about him coming home.
...Right.
Two months... Gah! It will totally make up for last year when I was all mopey about spending Christmas apart.

So anyway, I was going to post about something other than pie and hunky marines coming home, but now I forgot.

Sunday morning musings

Best Harry Potter themed birthday party ever.

We got sorted by the sorting hat, played games for house points, ate in the great hall, enjoyed gluten free cake (seriously that gets me every time), played kinect, and ended up with some hilarious rounds of Things.
Things that are hard to find? Answers included: yourself, the other sock, and horcruxes. Good times.

While shopping at Walmart with Missy the other night, I ended up with my coveted bumblebee halloween costume. For years I've wanted to be a bumblebee for halloween, but it just never happened. THIS year, it's on.

Of course it looks a little different on the model... mine's a little looser, and I feel like I'm wearing a bumblebee-themed bathing suit from the 1920s.

Maybe I could sexy it up with some fishnets or something... or maybe this year I don't have to be slutty for halloween. Novel concept, I know. We all know that Halloween is the one night of the year the average girl gets to dress slutty without judgement. You're in a bra and panties? It's okay as long as you've got fairy wings.

Bottom line: If I've finally got my bumblebee costume, someone needs to throw a party.

Today, key lime pie is going to happen. Well, first the graham crackers need to happen. We'll see how far I get.

no scurvy here

Last week I took home a bunch of limes handed down from Ashley's mother-in-law, to Ashley, to me.

Sitting in my fridge was doing them no good, so I squeezed them.

I ended up with over 2 cups of lime juice, so I think it's pretty mandatory that I make key lime pie- even if they technically aren't key limes. A quick search on the internets and I realized that it's no more than lime juice, condensed milk, and eggs. No idea it was so easy.

Also, I have enough lime juice to make 4 pies, which is obviously not happening. Anyone want any lime juice?

I also get to make some graham crackers for the crust, but not today. I've got a Harry Potter themed birthday party to attend :o)

girl crush

Dude, I'm sorry but Taylor Swift is absolutely fucking gorgeous.

banana

Jen has asked me to write a guest blog about my experience at work the other day.

So. I go to lunch as usual and when I walk in the break room I sit down at an empty table by the microwave. There are a few people in the room with me, no big.

I microwave my food and am minding my own business when I am approached by a co-worker who tells me that when I am finished, she would like to sit in my spot. This is not the first time she has asked me this and normally she goes and sits down and waits for me to leave. (which usually happens to be about 30 minutes before I actually am finished with my lunch break).

However, on this particular day that is not what happened.

I had finished eating, but was not yet ready to get up and leave as I was still searching the web on my phone and relaxing as well as waiting for Jen to come up there so we could shop on the rest of my break.

I don't suppose she had too much patience this day because she decided to come and sit next to me with her weird powdered tea and banana. My things were sprawled out on the table because, well, for the next 20 minutes or so it WAS my table. However, as she was running out of room to put her things I attempt to move my lunchbox and she says "no, it's ok you can leave it there".

uhm. Bitch, I KNOW it's ok because I was sitting here first but I'm not about to have you spill your tea shit all over my things.

Then she proceeds to have a conversation with the woman in FRONT of me - whose table was just as empty as mine, with as many empty seats by the way - and eat her banana. Now, she is one of those women who thoroughly enjoys eating with her mouth open and talk at the same time in her weird language and I feel like I should mention the disgusting nature of being near anyone who is eating a banana.

It sounds disgusting. It sounds like someone attempting to eat hard food when they have no teeth and they just - gum the fucking thing until it becomes the consistency of baby food. And then, it gives this odd after-smack sound of someone who has just gulped down a generous amount of milk and is trying to get the film of dairy out of their mouth.

So, needless to say I am utterly disgusted and amazed at the audacity of this woman who has taken over what was supposed to be my relaxing break. Thankfully, Jen called shortly after she started to ingest her banana and I left.

I just don't get some people.