the ride

I'm kind of a snot about some things. Like walking in a straightline. And using words correctly like to/too and their/there/they're. Those are the only things though. I'm never a snot about anything else...

I'm also a snot about Hondas and Toyotas. I just love them I can't help it. My first and second cars were Hondas. And my sister's first and second cars were Toyotas. And we ran those suckers to the ground. Or into other cars. Or other cars ran into us. Point is, because we have each loved all four of those cars I have an unfair bias. I am aware of this.

So natually, when I sold my Vibe last week
yes, the one with the busted tail light (hubs fixed that though) 
the one that ruined the heels of my shoes
the one that I loved driving cause it was a six-speed
we only looked at those two makes.

And we came home with
drum roll, please

A neeeew caaar!  
(To be read in the voice of Bob Barker. Not the Bob Barker that is the grandfather of my hubs, but the one from The Price Is Right.)

Specifically, we came home with a new [to us] Accord. She's perty.

I think hubs and I might go cruisin' in our new ride. Peace out kids.

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obedient

And Jesus came and said to them,  

"All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.  

Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, 

baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,  

teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. 

And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age." 

Matthew 28:18-20

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If i had a twitter account

it would say things like

laziness= wearing high heels and workout clothes to take the trash out because my high heels are still in the kitchen where I took them off and my sandals on the floor of the living room are too far away

in 140 characters or less.

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lunches and dinners

lunches and dinners in the life of a [temporarily] single lady:

Sunday dinner: pizza
Monday lunch: none (who am i???)
Monday diinner: PB&J
Tuesday lunch: pizza
Tuesday dinner: pasta... and banana nut muffins.
Wednesday lunch: pizza

Someone please give me a bunch of spinach or a carrot stick or a broccoli floret before I keel over! Or just bring hubs home so I'll be forced to prepare real food!

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Damage

First- I'm mostly back to normal from the cold. I still have a lot of junk going on in terms of congestion, but nothing too terrible. I managed to make it through multiple conference calls held while laying in bed. I wasn't ridiculed for leaving a voicemail and saying my name was Mrs. Block. I didn't do any real damage from my using the wrong words or just forgetting words or just forgetting what I was talking about mid-sentence. And even though I through I got out milk to make mac & cheese and proceeded to pour the whole thing down the sink drain instead of into the pan with the mac and the cheese, I still had an edible dinner. Not too much damage was caused from the cold meds I took. Just a few side effects. Speaking of which, I knew I needed to leave work when I actually had to ask someone whether I should use "effect" or "affect" in a sentence last week. SOOO not me.

What were we talking about? Oh yeah, damage.

Gus Gus. That shall be his name. Except I'm sure that he's not as cute and innocent as the real Gus Gus from Cinderelley, but I don't know the names of many mice.

We have mice. Well, I prefer to imagine that there is only one, but I'm sure I am being naive on that. And this mouse is a clever one. I put out two mouse traps, but Big Mack ate them. The traps, not the mice. Hubs put out two more with my crummy mack and cheese. Gus Gus took the food and the trap didn't snap. So hubs put peanut butter on it. Can't get that so easily!

Do you know what he did?

He kicked him... he was injured, injured bad.

No he didn't. And he wasn't. But what he did do was eat all the stinkin peanut butter!

Rude.

That's all.

Good night :-)

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I cannot go to school today

I cannot go to school today,
Or work. I can't go to work, I mean.
Before my bestie left town he decided to share his cold. 
His gash, a rash and purple bumps.
Now my mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye. 
And most likely my left eye too. It's dry.
My tonsils are as big as rocks.
They've always been large, but they're really big now.
Plus work is just overrated and takes to much energy.
At least I don't do manual labor.
And don't you think my face looks green?
Oh maybe that's just my lack of Vitamin D. My bad.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
It's probably the overactive AC on the 17th floor.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
Just kidding. Making sure you're still with me.
Or maybe that's me that's dazing off... dozing off? 
My temperature is one-o-eight.
Give-or-take a centigrade. What is a centigrade anyway? 
And why do I keep asking myself hard questions?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . . only Tuesday?

Oh.

Bummer.

Adapted from the one, the only, Shel. 

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something un-interesting

Wanna hear something un-interesting?

That's how I usually start my conversations with my friends at work. Too bad two of my four go-to people for story time bailed on me and moved on to other jobs and I never work with the other two anymore. LAME.

I've been working quite a bit more than usual. I'm actually working when I'm at work these days. What a concept, I know. And when I'm at home. And sometimes I go home to change and then go back to work. Well, just today, but still. Work is why I've been neglecting you, dear blog friends. Forgive me.

Anyway, this is how I start my conversations with my friends:

Wanna hear something un-interesting?

Fact #1
I drive a manual.
A standard.
A six-speed.
That's right folks. Six.
When my mom taught me to drive I was a little jerky about it. Not rude-jerky, although thats possible, but more like the herky-jerky kind. So my mom taught me to rest my foot on the ground and just press the pedal with the ball of my foot. I have driven with my heels on the ground for the last 2 years and 8 months. Which is how long I've had my car in case you didn't catch that.

You've loving this story, aren't you?

Fact #2
I went car shopping with my mom this weekend. I'm trying to convince her to buy a new car so I can buy her's. No luck so far.

Fact #3
I don't buy nice shoes. And I don't buy shoes often. I just wear them out and then they look sad. Especially the bunion part and the heel part.
Don't worry, I polish them. Once a quarter or so.
That's once every 4 months for all ya'lls who don't work in the corprat uhmericah.
Well last Thursday I went and bought a pair of City Flats from the Gap (in pewter, not bronze).
I actually went back to get them cause I'd turned them down once already but they were cute and they were calling to me. I bought them. I already scuffed the toes. And I wore them when I went back to work tonight. I was driving home just now and I thought "I hope I don't ruin the heels of these like I do all my other shoes..."

LIGHT BULB!

It's the car! It's because I drive with my heels on the ground! I can't have nice shoes cause I drive a manual... and cause I have terrible feet.

I'm officially adding this to my list of reasons I need/want a new car. AND fun fact: I've been telling hubs for a while my favorite car color is pewter. The same color of my new shoes! Coincidence? I think not.




Maybe my stories are why they left me...

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don't worry, it's just family

On Friday night we had some friends over for dinner. I was cleaning before they came and hubs says to me "Don't worry too much. It's just the Klines."  

Normally I don't use real names around here, but since it's their blog name I figured I'd go for it...

Anywho, this is really a great complement. Because isn't is true that we clean our house the least for our dearest friends? Who mops before their sister or brother comes over? No one. At least no one that I know.
Correction, my Texas friend would, but she's a neat freak so she doesn't count.

Isn't it true though that we are riskier with our closest friends (and family) than we are with acquaintances? We don't try to look quite so put together. Because they knnooow we're sooo not.

Here's where I'm goin with this, kids...

This weekend hubs and I played in a charity softball tournament with the Klines and bunches of other dear friends.

It.

Was.

Terrible.

I don't play sports.

I don't play baseball.

I can't catch or throw a ball.

And I certainly can't hit it.

I was easily the worst one on the team. If it were 7th grade track they would have rotated me through all the positions and just made me team manager... just like they did in 7th grade.

But I played*

I'm using the term "played" loosely here, folks.

And I was really terrible.

And really embarrassed.

But I played.

And I rarely hit the ball. And I have bruises from playing catcher. And I never made it to third. And I certainly never made a run or an out. And I sweat. 

(Yep, you read that correctly, this kid actually sweat. It's rare.)

But we don't clean up so much with friends. We just leave the junk on the table.

Good thing I like you people...

But for future reference

I will never. 

Ever. 

Again.

Swing a bat or throw a ball. 

Hubs says I built character this weekend. And I did. So there's that.

So there's that. I guess I have that.

Movie trivia! Hint: Zach Braff.

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