Monday, June 29, 2009

Booger Picker


This morning on my way to work as I was sitting at a stop light, a glance in my rear view mirror alerted me of a really cute boy! He was driving a nice car, was really cute, and the fact that he was up and about at 7:30 on a Monday morning is indicative of gainful employment! All good signs. I intended on doing a little vehicular flirting when we got on the highway and he could be next to me…


That plan was quickly abandoned though, when I saw him PICK HIS NOSE…. AND. THEN. EAT. IT. I almost threw up when I saw this. I don’t care how cute you are, diggin for gold in public is pretty much a deal breaker, but eating it… I don’t even think there are words for how I feel about that.


That shit is gross, but a little more acceptable when you are five and the boog you just ate is followed by a few tastes of Elmer’s Glue and nap time…. But I cannot comprehend what would allow a mature, adult mind to grab a ball of sticky mucus and put it back in their mouth…. So effin sick.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Flattered or Offended?

How should I feel about being the go to girl when someone needs a date for a wedding? Part of me thinks that these gentlemen must think highly enough of me to present me in front of their friends and potentially family… but the other part of me thinks that they must think that since I am single I must have absolutely nothing better to do with my Saturday and I should be honored to be taken out…

Hmmm. Well, I am going to go with the former. But, I have been thinking…. Since they aren’t buying dinner and entertainment is free, they should probably buy me a dress (and jewelry too, if they expect me to dance and act interested)… after all, I am doing them a favor, and it wouldn’t be right to ask for cash due to the obvious “paid date” implications….

Mischievous

Yesterday I was bored as shit and pissed off.... I really wanted to buy one of these to hide under and let the world just pass me by... *sighs dramatically*:

Today, I am in a much better mood, because it is almost the weekend, and now I want to buy it so I can jump out and scare people!!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Left. Left. Left. Right. Left.


I grew up about a block away from a high school and their football field was across from the end of my street. During the Summer and Fall I would stand at the end of the corner and march right along with the Marching Band that was practicing. I played the flute *also known as a stick*. There for a while my brother and I actually had real instruments. I played the trumpet and he played the saxophone, I think… beautiful music made from an ingenious purchase by my mom at a garage sale. When we got the real instruments, we graduated our marching from the corner to the alley by our house. I don’t really don’t think the neighbors loved it… as a matter of fact I remember one named “Queen” complaining about it… but that didn’t stop us, we marched on proudly.

I went on to trade in my stick for an actual flute in Junior High and had the very unfortunate opportunity to be in a real marching band. I hated every ever lovin minute of it. That outfit they make you wear… it just wasn’t for me. Not to say that I don’t have complete respect for others that did it… I just wasn’t cut out for that kind of extracurricular activity.

A few months ago I watched the Isiserettes Drill and Drum Corp perform after an Aids Walk I did and it was hard for me to not start bustin a move, which is why I am so excited that tonight, I am going with a friend to the DCI Drill and Drum performance! This is supposed to be THE major league of marching, so there is sure to be some heart pumping action!

Now that I am an adult and I know that nobody is going to hold me down and force that band uni on me and make me go marching, I will be sure to enjoy the show!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

You Tell ‘Em Mr. President!


I am a big fan of straightforwardness, or not “pissing on my back and tell me it’s raining”, if you will… Which is why today, in this week’s episode of “Wednesday Woot Woot*does raise the roof motion* we are honoring our very own President Mr. Barack Obama!


In the most recent press conference Obama held to discuss health care, the Iranian elections and energy policy he, in typical fashion, was just telling it like it is and I loved it!


A few of my favorite examples:

“Look, the -- you know, I think John McCain has genuine passion about many of these international issues. And, you know, I think that all of us share a belief that we want justice to prevail.
But only I'm the president of the United States. And I've got responsibilities in making certain that we are continually advancing our national security interests and that we are not used as a tool to be exploited by other countries. “

In your face John McCain - you better know your role, boy!!

Then, when asked why he won’t spell out the consequences from the International Community should the human rights violations continue he said, “Because I think that we don't know yet how this thing is going to play out. I know everybody here is on a 24-hour news cycle. I'm not. OK?”

Clearly, Mr. President doesn’t give a rats ass if Chuck Todd isn’t meeting his news deadlines!
Woot! Woot!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Uh Oh.

1.) I am deeply saddened by the news of Jon and Kate. I know, it is just a reality show, but the fact is there is some reality there and in this case it is eight young children. Whether it is the paparazzi, the stress of the show, the way money and fame has individually affected them, extra marital activities on the part of one or both of them... who knows, but it is just sad.

Reminds me of how I felt with Jessica and Nick split... *With nothing but a T-Shirt on, I've never felt so beautiful, baby as I do now... Now that I'm with you.....* Seriously. Sad.

2.) So, when I was like Junior high age, I used to get really really bad migraines. They would start with a glare in my eye and within an hour I was in so much pain I was throwing up and I can’t even describe the pain to you…. Well, I got one after an incredibly stressful time here, the first in my adult life and last night I started to get another one…. I couldn’t see out of my right eye hardly at all… Knock on wood and thank the good Lord, I rushed inside (I was just getting home from work, work out, and grocery shopping) took five ibuprofen and ate something and while I did get a pretty bad head ache, it wasn’t a full blown migraine.

I am freaked out now though…. I always get freaked out after those, because the pain is so bad and I still have a headache…

Monday, June 22, 2009

Hybernating


Yesterday, I woke up initially at about 9:30, but I still felt so tired, so I did something I never ever do.... I stayed in bed all day long. I never got out of bed, I never put on clothes, I didn't return text messages or missed phone calls... I just took a "Charlie-girl" day! And it was one of the very best days I have had in a long time!!!!

If you have an open day or a day that you can make open... I highly suggest this type of delicious reclusion.

Friday, June 19, 2009

From The Mail Room

Dear Charlie-Girl:

I totally respect and admire the way you deal with guys so I am asking for advice now…

Jack was a huge doucher last night. He was pissed because I wouldn’t skip my workout to look at an apartment with him. Then I wouldn’t go out to meet him at a bar at 9:30 last night. The plan was for him to come over after a couple at drinks but after pissing him off twice, he didn’t call or text the rest of the night. In the morning he usually emails me and calls on my way to work…but nothing. He usually calls around 10:30 (maybe not today since he is being a little bitch) but I’m not sure what I’ll say.

I really like him and things are going really well, minus leaving me to sleep outside and this whole bullshit of a deal. Should I bail? If he really wants this like he says he does, he needs to step it the eff up, right? Or should I play it cool and see want he has to say then jump all over his business? Or just play it cool and take another one up the ass?

UGH!!!!

Signed: Trouble in Paradise


Dear Trouble in Paradise,

I feel like your dilemma is best described by the Savage song I N D E P E N D E N T.

Do you think guys like us because we are “puppies” that follow them around at bars? No. Do you think that guys will really appreciate the fact that after we date them for a couple of months, our asses grow by 6 inches because we have ditched out on work outs? No.

Live your life and be you. Don’t acknowledge or feed into this little tantrum he is pulling, because just like a child, he will then be trained to think that works. If he calls, great. (He will.) If he doesn’t, or he tries to give you shit, just reassure the poor doucher that you do like him, you just like yourself better.

Sincerely,

Charlie-Girl

In The News This Morning

Have we all heard about the Michigan man that thought he was the boy abducted from outside of a Long Island Bakery in 1955? Well, turns out DNA results have confirmed that he is not the missing boy… I am pretty sure that is going to lead to some pretty awkward conversation between him and his real father who, throughout the ordeal, has explained his sons actions as “just bizarre”.



Can you imagine raising your child and then watching them tell the Nation that they never fit in with the family and that inside they always felt they must have been switched at birth…




There have been plenty of times in my life where I was pretty sure my entire family was bat shit crazy, but even then, I would acknowledge the fact that we were genetically connected…




A demonstration of crazy.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Standing In The Way Of Myself?

I want to win the lottery. I spend every morning while I blow dry my hair day dreaming about all the things I would do if I won the lottery. How my life would be infinitely better and how I could do all of the things, like travel the world and go back to school, that I desperately want to do. I have lists of places I would like to go that range from New York City to Isreal. I would do some nice things with my winnings, like share with my friends and family and give to a charitable organization. I wouldn’t just give a monetary donation either, since my new schedule only consisted of school, traveling, and hanging out with my shih-Tzu Dolce, I would have time to get acquainted with the organization and find out what they really needed. I would be frivolous too, though, I will admit. I would buy one of the ridiculous “stupid money” houses I go through during Sunday open houses and I would buy myself three news cars. A crazy big one like the Mercedes G Class SUV for when I need to feel bad ass, a luxury one like a Viper for when I need to Vamp, and an economical daily driver like a Lexus… Daily, during the eight minutes it takes to dry my hair, I am lost in this daydream.

Aside from a random $1.00 scratch off here and there, I have never played the lottery…. I recognize that my chances are very slim and I don’t really want to waste that money with no real chance of winning.

I want that kind of “Great Day”. I was talking to a friend this morning about great days… Like a day that you call in sick when you really aren’t, just so you can lay by the pool. One of the great days we talked about was a day that you and your significant other both call in sick to work on a random weekday just so you can lay in bed together all day… Watching movies, having sex, ordering crappy food and having it delivered just so you don’t have to leave the private vacation spot you have created. The kind of day that you don’t look at your Blackberry or check emails, because the only thing you want to hear is the laugh of the person next to you… nothing is as important as who is laying with you.

Am I forgetting what happens the day before my “great day” and the day after? The type of day that I want doesn’t happen with someone you don’t truly care about… Admittedly, I haven’t truly allowed myself to try for a while. And, I don’t know if I really want all the drama that comes with allowing myself to be in a *gasp* relationship.

I want to be BRAVE! Last night I laid in bed wide awake at about 2:00 AM, with my covers up to my eyes, shivering, because it was storming outside. I had been nervous all evening about the storm the newscaster had predicted and finally it had arrived. Last summer it took me a good ten minutes to muster up the courage to jump off the small cliff that my cousins, aunt and uncle had fearlessly leapt off of. Should I make that phone call? Should I send that text message? Should I tell him how I feel? Do you think it would be ok to just throw caution to the wind and join in… what if someone thinks I look stupid? If I say that, will I sound dumb?

Hasn’t calculating my risks been ok for me so far? Do I really want to open myself up for silly things that maturity, experience, and cynicism lead me away from? I have already experienced fun things, I have already taken chances, maybe I should just do what I’m used to…

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

“Camp Hugsalot”




I bought a shirt that said that about a year ago, on accident… For the record, I haven’t actually worn it in public.




Last night I went to the gym, then book club, then home and watched my very most favorite show right now, The Real Housewives of New Jersey. The book club book this month was about a woman that was so unappreciated at home that she literally just walked away from her life. She left her kids, her husband, her friends… everything. She went to a small town and set about making a life for herself. Over all the book was pretty lamo blamo, but there were some things that caught my attention… This woman had never been alone and had to learn how to be that way. She made a comment that all women should learn to dine alone without a book, and I totally agree… being alone with just your thoughts is ok and potentially very empowering!



But, she also said something about how one thing she missed about being home, though, was hugs. And, this I agree with as well. I have actually thought about that a lot since I have been in Des Moines… In front of most of my friends, I try to be so “hard” and capable and independent… for them to come up and give me a hug would be completely awkward. For a few other select friends, I feel like a boob grab or a leg hump would be completely more appropriate…




But, what I really need is the deep exhale, limp in the other persons arms, doesn’t stop until I am finished hugs…. I am going home in July… maybe I can find it there.


Monday, June 15, 2009

Feeling Big-Time

Saturday was my friends party bus and all of the girls were dressing up… All I have for dressing up is the LBD and this wasn’t that type of a night. So, a friend and I went shopping most of the day and I couldn’t find anything! I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to wear the typical LBD and just make it work.


Before we went to the party bus my girlfriends and I grabbed dinner at Old Chicago attached to a mall. I had them run in and order for me, while I ran to check out the dress situation at one of the stores.


I found the perfect dress on clearance… AWESOME… but when I tried it on, it was totally wrinkly and I needed it right then. I asked the sales girl if they had a steamer, they did and she said she would be happy to steam it for me and let me pick it up after dinner!


So, after dinner, I ran and did a quick change in the dressing room into my newly steamed adorable dress, threw my other dress in my trunk and headed on out!! Knowing that someone was steaming my dress to wear out while I was having a nice girls dinner made me feel like a celeb;) The fact that said dress was under $30 made me even happier!!

Friday, June 12, 2009

I'll Show Them

I am not a tucker… as in a tucker inner of shirts. When I tuck in shirts, I feel like I am trying too hard… to be what? I don’t know.

At my new office we have casual Fridays (something my old office strictly prohibited). So, since every Friday I just wear jeans, I feel like I need to change it up in the shirt department. As I was rummaging through my closet *read: black hole* this morning I found a shirt that I got from White House Black Market that I haven’t wore in probably a year. It is one of those shirts that are like one piece swimming suits… they have the clasp in the “crotchel” area. The point of the shirt is that it won’t untuck. (Brings back memories of shopping at County Seat and rockin my crotchel clasp shirt to VBS when I was about 12.) So, on a whim I chose it.

This stupid shirt is totally throwing me off and I think that people are secretly talking about how much I look like a douchebag. I am normally not one to care what people think, as long as I feel good… everyone is entitled to their opinion, after all. But, today, I would like to crawl under my desk until it is time to go home. The good news is, if I do that, thanks to the clasps, nothing will come untucked!

As a matter of fact, maybe that is what I will do… show those judgers all the great things I can do without my shirt coming untucked... If you need me, I will be moving boxes and doing jumping jacks in the hallway.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

When Ya Gotta Go...


Once a week I meet a couple of friends for lunch at a park near my office. It is the way we celebrate summer since we can’t be out by a pool tanning our bodies and relaxing…


So, today I get to the park and “worked it” (according to them), in my $8 Walmart dress that I have had for about 6 years, over to the park bench only to sit in a big pile of bird shit. Nothing reinforces misperceived sexiness like bird shit on the ass!


Anyway, there is a play land very close to where we sit and all of the sudden I noticed one of the little boys stripping down. There were probably ten or fifteen kids in the immediate viewing area of this little exhibitionist… and then he just started peeing! Another little boy came running over, presumably to ask Mr. Tinkles to put his shorts back on… but no, he apparently had to go as well.


I am all about letting your freak flag fly, but openly peeing among my peers wouldn’t be my flag of choice.


Oh the innocence of a child.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Spring Breakers….. Welcome?

Last night was a little bit chilly for a June night and that is exactly perfect weather for hot tubbing. I haven’t been down to my apartment pool yet this season, but I was really in the mood.

At about 8:00 I went and checked out the situation and there was only one other guy in the hot tub, which was great, because hot tubbing with a bunch of people you don’t know and don’t particularly want to talk to is a bit annoying.

I called a friend, who happened to be with her BF, and she said they would head over to join. I guess they meant by head over that they would be there within a few hours… So we actually got down to the hot tub at around 10 ish. By that time, the lone ranger I saw earlier, had turned into a bevy of half naked, drunk bodies…

It was already passed by bed time and I don’t drink during the week (because I have a thing to go to the next morning, called a job)… so I could tell that this was going to be interesting. The breakdown was the three of us, a nice young couple and four people that work at Abercrombie. For the most part our group talked to the couple and the Abercrombies kept to themselves. Then, out comes two guys to join in on the fun, a guy that looked exactly like Woody Harrelson (who was incredibly hammered) and his brother. The separation of groups didn’t seem to please Woody, so he decided we should all do introductions that included names/ages/couple status. *Let me pause to remind you right about now that all I wanted to do was relax in the hot tub for a little bit and then go to bed… I was now seemingly caught in the middle of Real World: Charlie-Girls Apartment Complex…* To make things even more exciting, Woody thought it would be fun to guess everyone’s ages… this wasn’t a game I was interested in playing…

What I wanted to know was, who bought the Abercrombies beer? How did all these drunk fools plan on getting up in the morning to go to work? Do they even have jobs, for that matter, and how did they all afford rent?

Perhaps the most important question of all is how all these people removed their bladders for the night… because while I am showing my age here, I do drink and I know that with drinking comes peeing… and I am pretty sure that not a one of them got up to relieve themselves in the actual toilet.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Do I Know You?

I recently stumbled across an interesting blog…


The writer:

Is 27 years old… me too.
Is single… me too… additionally, her story of “Single-ness” is strangely familiar.
Lives in West Des Moines… me too.
Is currently doing the Farrell’s program… me too.
Has blogged about her “Inner Crazy Chick”… I am pretty sure it is safe to say “me too”, there, also.


I’m intrigued; I want to see this other me! I stumbled across her blog in the Des Moines Register… so apparently, she is a little better version of me, but, whatever, I’m not even jealous!

Monday, June 8, 2009

Let Me Tell You Something…. Grandpa.


You may recall that I have recently embarked on a new adventure that required me to eliminate *read: greatly reduce the amount of* coffee that I drink. On Saturdays, however, I can drink as much coffee as I want and I fully intended to take advantage of the opportunity.

So, I was on my way, for the second time that morning, to get my delicious light roast from Caribou before my hair appointment, when out of no where, I was violated. As I was driving through the parking lot an elderly man, probably about 80 ish, yelled into my car window as I was passing… “Slow down, bbiiiitttcccch!” Oh. No. You. Did. Not.

I am not above accepting culpability for driving too fast, generally anytime I am behind the wheel… but, did your mother never teach you how to talk to a lady? I am pretty sure, that unless you are one of my girlfriends/mom/sister/aunt and you are pronouncing it b-e-otch, then you aren’t going to call me a bitch.

I stopped my car, because for a split second I wanted to get out and shove a glass of Metamucil up his ass… but I refrained and drove away. He is lucky though.

A Sign Of Things To Come?

Hopefully stepping out of my car at work this Monday morning and seeing a bunch of caskets being loaded into a truck isn’t indicative how my day will go… While I do work next door to a casket company, seeing things like that just doesn’t lend itself to the perky-pep-in-my-step attitude I need to start the week off right.

Friday, June 5, 2009

A Concerned Friend

I recently pulled my groin muscle, and for the record, it wasn’t in the assumed fun way. So, a concerned Lil’ Bird I know has suggested that I wear this out Saturday night to prevent further injury. She also suggests I wear it on the outside of my clothes. So thoughtful.


A Trail Of Breadcrumbs

I often take roads that I don’t know simply because I am not sure where they lead. Generally I do this, however, on a Sunday afternoon with a cup of coffee in my hand and time to spare.

Last night I was on my phone, not paying attention to the time and left my apartment way to early to go to church. By the time I realized it, I was halfway of the parking lot… so I decided to just go for a little drive. Well, I ended up getting so lost! Somehow I was in West Des Moines one minute and Des Moines the next on a road that I have heard of, but not familiar with and there was nothing around.

Frantically I checked my gas guage, made sure my cell phone was fully charged, and started to consider what I had in my vehicle to use for an emergency kit, when I realized that I had in fact passed a town about a half mile back and I am pretty sure that I can walk that far in seventy degree weather.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Misplaced Emotions

During a movie, when everyone else is crying, I am dry as a bone. In situations when the normal person would be moved to tears because of a sad event… nothing.

But, old people just get to me; I tell you what. I just overheard a conversation of an elderly gentleman and presumable an incoming call center employee. He apparently had ordered something, under the assumption that he could truly return it after the 30-day trial, should he not like it… and she wasn’t have it. He repeatedly said he wasn’t going to pay and that he didn’t want the product and he was so polite about it. I wanted to run into his office, grab the phone, handle that little bitch and hold him in a big hug and tell him it would be ok… While I am sure he would have been thankful for my “get the job done” attitude and how effectively I handled his problem… It is safe to say he would have also thought I was bat shit crazy.

*Disclaimer: Old people on the road are fair game… Emotions don’t exist in the driver’s seat.*

You Don't Pass, You Don't Proceed


Apparently there is a new device available, or soon to be available, that monitors the sanitation levels of the hands of healthcare workers. The device tests the soap and or sanitizer levels on your hands to tell if you are really clean. Oh, how I would love to get my hands on something like this.

I would set up testing stations at my front door, my car, my desk, and anywhere generally within three feet of my person…

A Brief Pause For A Serious Charlie-Girl

I, like everyone else, look in the mirror and see every one of my flaws. Some are very valid and some are completely in my head, but I am affected by my reflection in the same way that each of us are when we look in a mirror.
I look at my life and the choices that I have made and I see failures and regret. I also see strength and courage. I know that I am not the regrets of my past, the culmination of broken relationships, or the insecurities of my flaws. I choose to be capable and I choose to be strong.
Today, act “as if”. Act as if you were brave, act as if you were happy, act as if you loved the way you look. You might surprise yourself and find out that you really are brave, you really are happy and you really are beautiful.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

A Letter From A Viewer

Dear Jon and Kate:

There are a few things that I think we need to discuss.

First, Kate, what is going on with your hair? Is it short and spikey, is it long? I don’t get it. If you are trying to rock a mullet, you have it on backwards. Also, you are starting to look hungry, which may be a contributor to your perpetual bad mood. Have a snack, honey, and as you say to your brood “Be Kind”.

Jon, speaking of hair, your new hair looks great. But, we know you got it, you don’t have to spike it up. Just let it flow, joe!

I know your new big house and the fact that Jon has more time to play Mario Cart now that the Nannies are lined up is very nice, but think back to the days when you had to set a tent up in the garage and made forts out of couch cushions in your basement… you were so happy then! Frozen meals because you were busy with “kid things” all day was ok, because during those times at least you were lovin on them.

I hate to play the part of Captain Obvious here, but maybe ditching the camera crews, body guards and book signing tours would allow you some time to get back to the heart of the matter and save your family.

Yours:
A concerned Charlie-girl that just found part of her “Lover”…

Come On... Give It A Try!


I have always thought it would be cool to try certain jobs for a day. Flight Attendant, bartender, dolphin trainer, newscaster, zoo keeper, stripper…

But dressing up like a douche bag and standing on the side of a busy street is one I would take a pass on.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Coincedence? I Don't Think So.


It is probably not a well known fact that since the 2007 passing of the Film Production Act in Iowa, our state is now in the top five for the most affordable movie making states.

Well, with that comes the announcement that "Sam Steele and the Junior Detective Agency” will begin production this month in my very own town. (Sidenote: My town also is the home of Shawn Johnson… Gold Medalist, Winner of DWTS… So pretty much all you other towns can suck it!) Even more exciting, however, than the news of the production… is the news that none other than Luke Perry will be within walking distance of me.

Oh, Dillon McKay, how I’ve missed you and your sexy eyebrow scar. I feel like this is fate… He is single, I am single, he is in WDM, I am in WDM, he was voted biggest flirt in high school and I am total flirt… the similarities are endless.
Brenda was incredibly too dramatic, Kelly couldn’t ever get over Brandon, and while Antonia was pretty great, she got shot by father, so that pretty much rules her out… All signs point to… Charlie-girl!

Monday, June 1, 2009

Breaking Point

Since I have moved to Des Moines, nearly four years ago, I have had the most effin drama with my stupid hair. I have been through countless stylists, spent more money than I will even admit and gave up at one point and started doing it myself.

So, about two months ago, after nine long months of doing my hair myself, I decided to treat myself and get it done… The appointment resulted in a completely ruined/bleached shirt, bleached jeans, leaving the salon with sopping wet hair, and a piss poor eye brow waxing… I was not a happy camper. Thankfully, the salon manager knows how to provide good customer service and agreed to fix me free of charge. Well, the second visit was much better and the girl that did my hair was great… so I just called to make another appointment with her and she is freaking booked until the 23rd!!!! Hello, that is practically a month away! I can’t wait that damn long!

What is a girl supposed to do, take a day off to get her hair done? What salon closes at 5:00 on certain week nights any-damn-way, people WORK during the day!

It is at times like this when I don’t question Brittney’s decision to shave her head one bit. She probably just couldn’t get into her salon.

Week End Wrap Up

I had a full day planned on Saturday, so Lil’ Bird and I decided to get pedi’s, take a walk, and call it a night early Friday. It was hard to do, however, as we walked by the West Glen Friday at the Fountains… Beer, Music, Fun… But we held strong. I didn’t quite make it to bed as early as I wanted, however, because I decided to finish a movie I had startedthe night before (Slum Dog Millionaire) and put in a new one (The Secret Lives of Bees)… Both were great!

While I was watching the movies though, I decided that my beautiful, newly pedi’d toes just weren’t quite shiney enough… so I decided to put on an extra top coat. Well, for some reason it turned the polish yellow… so I had to completely repaint them. I was pissed, but it was my own stupid fault.

Saturday night, the girls and I met for dinner and football! We went to Centro downtown and had a perfect table at the bar by the window that allowed us to give our Style/Cosmopolitan/Glamour like critiques on each unsuspecting person that walked by… Those poor, poor people.

We got to the game after start (Kick off, Tip Off?? jk), in the grand tradition of girls… begrudgingly got overpriced beers while talking shit to the bartenders and headed off to find our seats in the “Cheapest Seats” section. We decided that since we wouldn’t be able to see plays (not that I would have any idea what a “play” was anyway…) without binoculars, why not just stay on the top and sit in the handicap section where we could have as much room as we wanted to make ourselves comfortable. So, there we were, four girls completely unaware of the game being played and anyone around us, with our legs hiked up on the railing comparing whose legs are softer.

I think we left the game sometime right after half time and on the way out to our car, something exciting happened. I discoved an unattended stage. I feel like I am destined for big things, so when an opportunity like that presents itself, I am not one to turn it down. So, up on the stage I went to put on a great little song and dance number for my friends and anyone else who happened to be there. I am sure they all enjoyed it, as much I enjoyed putting it on.

Sunday was so beautiful, so Lil’ Bird and I went to West Glen and sat outside by the fountains for a while, then daydreamed our way through some open houses in that area. I did find my dream apartment though… it was an awesome loft apartment with huge ceilings and an patio overlooking West Glen and since I am a single, independent, professional woman, I fully intend to live there someday and when I do, I will personally invite you to my loft-warming party.