Great. I just pressed too many buttons on my fancy schmancy coffee maker, then walked away to ask a rules question, and came back to find that I had been f*ckin up.
I have so much to rant about this week! Sit back, grab a biscotti and tell me about that how delicious that biscotti was… b/c I could go for a delicious…wait, where was I?
First off—I got defriended on facebook. Not sure if it’s the first time, but it is the first time I noticed. And no Jen, unlike you, I am not watching the number of friends I have. The thing is, when I go to contact someone on my blackberry I have to go to “everybody” to search and its alphabetical… so if your name starts with an A, don’t friend me unless you plan on sticking to it. To make it worse, this particular individual asked to be MY friend. Wanna know what this means? This means, my former friend wanted to look at all my pictures (understandable), and then read my status updates, and then no longer wanted to be able to read them… which is just insulting. I do not like it sam I am, I do not like your rude defriending ways.
Next, I wanted to go for a drive this weekend with a lil hike when we got to our destination. 15 minutes before the hike I decided I wanted a 32 ounce latte. 15 minutes into the hike I wanted to vomit. There were no mile markers, but at one point I wanted to really whine, and then I saw a 3 year old on his way down. When I thought we had gone as far as I wanted to go, someone came down with a baby strapped to her chest, followed by a woman who said “you’re probably more than ½ way.” And when I was getting really crabby, an old couple came down and said we were 15 minutes from the end. But then we saw a spider web suspended in the air (attached to nothing!) floating across the lake … and it totally made it all worth it.
Ooooh and we listened to some Billy Joel… and I recalled the majority of the side one greatest hits dance moves that Eva and I made up at age 8—I’m tellin ya--classic moves… maybe we can perform at the Christmas party… hey now Uptown Girl!
Things I watched that you should as well: A Very Potter Musical (A Zach Special):
v=wmwM_AKeMCk …I want to talk about all the funny parts… but I don’t want to ruin it for you (quadruple exclamation points)
(500) Days of Summer… (and then proceeded to have two in depth conversations about… so it MUST be good) and My One and Only… (which made me wish I could have even blonder hair, redder lips and a cool baby blue Cadillac convertible from 1953—is that too much to ask?)
This morning we were discussing Aunt Pat’s bible study homework… to answer the question “What are the most difficult things about being a woman.” We were pretty stumped by this question. Even after 20 minutes of chatting… we didn’t come up with anything brilliant… either we are awfully positive individuals… or it’s just awesome to be a lady.
High School Reunion. Of the people invited to my high school reunion (on facebook) I am POSITIVE that at least ½ of them did not go to school with me. No way. I know I’m bad at names and faces and all… but not that bad. I wanted to post “Who are these people and why do you want to go to my reunion?” Did someone just invite the people they hung out with in High School? b/c that’s not a high school reunion, that’s your wedding Joyce White.
My roommate from college called on Saturday—
Erika: I got tricked into running a 5K.
T O’B: What?! Did you ask if they give you food at the end?
Erika: Yes! And the MOCKED me!
T O’B: Man, if I was going to run a 5K there had better be a cure for cancer at the end of it.
And then we both laughed because both Erika and I think I’m hilarious.
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