And for your viewing pleasure, the lost night at Carol's with the Ultimate Fighters:
Beth having a deep convo with the fighters
One of them flicking off the camera, while I tried to capture the one cool guyWednesday, November 7, 2007
How could I forget the Ultimate Fighters
Beth having a deep convo with the fightersOne of them flicking off the camera, while I tried to capture the one cool guy
Midsize truck take one
Midsize truck take two
traveling.... and more traveling
Long time no talk. Hmm... whats happened since my last installment. Well I fell out of a lawn chair, got promoted, and watched my big brother get hitched (In other words the boring life of an early 20 something). Oh and of course Halloween. This year I dressed up as Debbie Harry not quite as good as last years brit brit but pretty good. I was debating between Tammy Fae, Suri Cruise and Debbie Harry. I think Tammy Fae would have been a hit. Oh well, there is always next year, or next costume party.
KC, Beth and I were thinking about doing a costume party for our birthday (6 months away, but can never plan too soon). I am thinking we should do our favorite childhood cartoon character (It would be a toss up between Shera and Smurfette for me). The idea of throwing an office party where you dress up like a coworker was also brought up. I think that could have some potential as well. (Elaine... oh that would be the sweet comeuppance I have been waiting for.)
Hilarity has been toned down quite a bit as I have been working my butt off and traveling like a crazy person. Frequent flyer miles wahoo. Although most of them are Southwest so I would be stuck in the United States. I kind of hate the fact I love my job, I know that sounds strange, but it really holds me here. I always thought at this time in my life I would be traveling the world and in between jaunts living off my parents like every other early 20 something does in this country. There is a feeling of pride that I am not doing that, I am a very well employed 24 year old, who lives in a great city, in her own place, with great friends. But at the same time I think we all have thoughts of abandoning responsibility, throwing caution into the wind, and traveling this crazy world looking to find ourselves.
The idea of finding myself has been bugging me for the past month or so, I spend a lot of alone reflection time, which I try to distract myself from through horrible "reality" tv such as the Hills. Instead I find myself at that classic crossroad of twenty-dom, I find myself living a life that I really feel like I have no power over. Its almost as if falling out of a lawn chair, pissed to high heavens, is my act of rebellion as I am lead down this life track. Who knows, maybe I should just accept my good fortune and make the best of the hand dealt to me. A lot of people are way worse off in this world, I just need to suck it up and realize that I am doing good things, even if it wasn't what I thought I would be doing. Ok enough of that, here are a montage if you will of pictures of the past few weeks to give you a insight to the insanity:
The Bride and Groom
KC, Beth and I were thinking about doing a costume party for our birthday (6 months away, but can never plan too soon). I am thinking we should do our favorite childhood cartoon character (It would be a toss up between Shera and Smurfette for me). The idea of throwing an office party where you dress up like a coworker was also brought up. I think that could have some potential as well. (Elaine... oh that would be the sweet comeuppance I have been waiting for.)
Hilarity has been toned down quite a bit as I have been working my butt off and traveling like a crazy person. Frequent flyer miles wahoo. Although most of them are Southwest so I would be stuck in the United States. I kind of hate the fact I love my job, I know that sounds strange, but it really holds me here. I always thought at this time in my life I would be traveling the world and in between jaunts living off my parents like every other early 20 something does in this country. There is a feeling of pride that I am not doing that, I am a very well employed 24 year old, who lives in a great city, in her own place, with great friends. But at the same time I think we all have thoughts of abandoning responsibility, throwing caution into the wind, and traveling this crazy world looking to find ourselves.
The idea of finding myself has been bugging me for the past month or so, I spend a lot of alone reflection time, which I try to distract myself from through horrible "reality" tv such as the Hills. Instead I find myself at that classic crossroad of twenty-dom, I find myself living a life that I really feel like I have no power over. Its almost as if falling out of a lawn chair, pissed to high heavens, is my act of rebellion as I am lead down this life track. Who knows, maybe I should just accept my good fortune and make the best of the hand dealt to me. A lot of people are way worse off in this world, I just need to suck it up and realize that I am doing good things, even if it wasn't what I thought I would be doing. Ok enough of that, here are a montage if you will of pictures of the past few weeks to give you a insight to the insanity:
The Bride and Groom
Me and the brohan
Cory and had a little too much fun at the wedding.
Abigail as Bjork... Priceless...More fun photos to come. My internet is being a bitch.
P.S. I may or may not have made out with a guy dressed up like batman on the dance floor at smart bar... I may or may not have found out his name is don and he is an accountant and then told him I had to leave immediately. This is all hypothetical of course.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Its 95* in October and you are asking me why I am irritated
Need air conditioning now... This is one of the many downsides of being an urbanite- the ac window unit. Perhaps I am cheap, but I can only afford one and lets face it I couldn't pay for two to be running and my turn of the century apartments wiring would probably explode. Therefore, I lack sleep because my fan sounds like a train coming through my room and I am not hot to function.
Phew, glad I got that off my chest, now onto a few highlights of the past three weeks: Went to three states, moved into my very own place, spent a chunk of change and oh yeah faked an Irish accent to get free drinks on Friday night.
I went to Seattle, I am in love, would move there in a heartbeat. Everyone says the same thing, what about the rain? I lived in Ireland for 6 months, rain does not bother me, extreme heat with no ac is another thing. So much more to talk about so little time.
My job is awesome, I will be the first to admit that. I travel to different states and throw parties, then I come back to my office and plan how to spend the next portion of my budget. I work hard, sometimes long hours, but who else gets to jet set across this beautiful country accumulating frequent flyer miles that will be used to travel outside this country for a job. If I didn't have to move (with no car) and get ready for my Brother's upcoming marriage (a week from Saturday) I would be so stressed out. Also the damn heat... its killing me smalls.
This is Chicago, shouldn't there be snow on the ground. I am going to start believing Al Gore, so mother nature prove him wrong now or forever hold your peace. (Is it piece or peace.... hmmm never thought about it). While I waited, I passed my time in an air-conditioned bar on Friday night faking an Irish accent so dumb prepsters would buy me drinks. It worked. I felt bad, but only a little. Will post a photo blog soon, with the ultimate fighters from my last post, Seattle pics and of course wedding shots.
Until then watch "Business Time" from Flight of the Concords to make you feel better... (Thanks BM)
Phew, glad I got that off my chest, now onto a few highlights of the past three weeks: Went to three states, moved into my very own place, spent a chunk of change and oh yeah faked an Irish accent to get free drinks on Friday night.
I went to Seattle, I am in love, would move there in a heartbeat. Everyone says the same thing, what about the rain? I lived in Ireland for 6 months, rain does not bother me, extreme heat with no ac is another thing. So much more to talk about so little time.
My job is awesome, I will be the first to admit that. I travel to different states and throw parties, then I come back to my office and plan how to spend the next portion of my budget. I work hard, sometimes long hours, but who else gets to jet set across this beautiful country accumulating frequent flyer miles that will be used to travel outside this country for a job. If I didn't have to move (with no car) and get ready for my Brother's upcoming marriage (a week from Saturday) I would be so stressed out. Also the damn heat... its killing me smalls.
This is Chicago, shouldn't there be snow on the ground. I am going to start believing Al Gore, so mother nature prove him wrong now or forever hold your peace. (Is it piece or peace.... hmmm never thought about it). While I waited, I passed my time in an air-conditioned bar on Friday night faking an Irish accent so dumb prepsters would buy me drinks. It worked. I felt bad, but only a little. Will post a photo blog soon, with the ultimate fighters from my last post, Seattle pics and of course wedding shots.
Until then watch "Business Time" from Flight of the Concords to make you feel better... (Thanks BM)
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Ladies, that was a top night...
So you thought I would forget.... Oh hell no, I am here for my monthly post. This one is a good one, for those two people who read this blog.
So Saturday Funday as I like to call it was especially that this past Saturday in fact the weekend was an over-all success:
Friday night BM and I had quite the lil' lezbo date, dinner and Dream Girls, tame yes, but it was in preparation for the almighty of Saturdays.
Saturday started bright and early, when I awoke at 9 am as instructed for a day that would top all days. Unfortunately I forgot in my friends language 9 am actually means 10:30 am so don't hold your breath. Once we all assembled, kc, bm, abi, erin, & I (a full carload) headed out estate sale-ing (yes that is a word, I made it up). Off to the burbs we went in kc's corolla ready to wheel and deal. And that we did, we bought coffee tables, end tables, a sweet 60s dining room set, all of which we had to come back to pick up. Then it was off to IKEA (aka broke 20 somethings guide to decorating) where we picked up the essentials (which for me totaled $125.00 youch). Satisfied we headed back into the city for a full night ahead of us.
Saturday night started with bm and myself watching a little Reality Bites, while getting gussied up for the one and only Rilo Kiley. We of course were running 30 minutes behind as we headed north armed with lots of vodka to Abi's dog sitting house which we would call home for the next 14-16 hours. 2 drinks in we were headed (mind you a bit late) to shake our money makers (bm will love that one) to Rilo. Upon entering BM (who we will call BM gangsta from now on) was asked to surrender her MASE to a security guard so she wouldn't pepper spray a bitch up. The nice security guard said he'd hold onto it for us till we got out. Rilo Kiley was amazing I heard my two favorite songs which was awesome! We drank a few beers at the Riv (the Rivera Theater) and toasted to a top night ahead of us.
That it was, on arrival at Carol's Country Music Bar on Chicago's Northside (yes country yeehaw) I felt like I was home back at Finn's Old Waldo and in my element. After some booty shaking on the dance floor we took a drink break where we met a host of characters. There was Radiohead Boy who told us his favorite band was Radiohead (while wearing a Radiohead teeshirt) I can guarantee he didn't even know one song. Our nice Native American Friends saved us from Radiohead boy when we started talking to them. Their 68 year old grandpa (who I insisted didn't look a day of 35 (told you I was in my element) were all around good people.
On my way to the bathroom a table of oh so cute boys caught my eye. After sending BM to scope it out (which she did so eloquently by saying: "my friend told me to scope out the table of hot boys which I guess is you") I took my seat next the bachelor (it was his party apparently). BM would later claim I held court at this table, the men all listening to me (blame it on the name Elizabeth is common among the monarchy). The boys and I laughed, danced, maybe shed a tear or two. We shared our favorite writers and more. They were from Cincinnati and boy were they a good time (except the ones that BM found out later were training to be ultimate fighters)! After being beckoned home by the evil BM I left the table with hugs and kisses like we were old friends.
After a restful night it was off to u-haul to pick our mid-size truck (hence why my mom called it the lesbian weekend) which actually turned out to be an f150 which we totally dominated (or so we thought). The u-haul is always an interesting place, but this one had crack heads and a guy wearing a sombrero and drinking a beer shirtless with a belly (which I later found out it was Mexican Independence Day so he had reason to celebrate) needless to say we got the truck and headed to retrieve our new furniture from the estate sale the previous day. We drove past the cars on a stick from Wayne's World and ate some taco bell, it was glorious. Angel the guy at the u-haul scared the crap out of bm and I when we returned the truck only to have him literally throw the truck in reverse and fly into traffic nearly killing a crack head guiding him out, all so we could fill it up with gas. At least we were done.
Lastly it was off to dinner with Mike, while I waited outside the bar (for another habitually late person in my life) a strange little leprechaun of any Irishman snuck up right behind my ear to tell me I was "gorgeous" before fake fighting the bouncer and making these weird sounds... I do not make this shit up people.
All in all it was a top weekend. Pics to come.
So Saturday Funday as I like to call it was especially that this past Saturday in fact the weekend was an over-all success:
Friday night BM and I had quite the lil' lezbo date, dinner and Dream Girls, tame yes, but it was in preparation for the almighty of Saturdays.
Saturday started bright and early, when I awoke at 9 am as instructed for a day that would top all days. Unfortunately I forgot in my friends language 9 am actually means 10:30 am so don't hold your breath. Once we all assembled, kc, bm, abi, erin, & I (a full carload) headed out estate sale-ing (yes that is a word, I made it up). Off to the burbs we went in kc's corolla ready to wheel and deal. And that we did, we bought coffee tables, end tables, a sweet 60s dining room set, all of which we had to come back to pick up. Then it was off to IKEA (aka broke 20 somethings guide to decorating) where we picked up the essentials (which for me totaled $125.00 youch). Satisfied we headed back into the city for a full night ahead of us.
Saturday night started with bm and myself watching a little Reality Bites, while getting gussied up for the one and only Rilo Kiley. We of course were running 30 minutes behind as we headed north armed with lots of vodka to Abi's dog sitting house which we would call home for the next 14-16 hours. 2 drinks in we were headed (mind you a bit late) to shake our money makers (bm will love that one) to Rilo. Upon entering BM (who we will call BM gangsta from now on) was asked to surrender her MASE to a security guard so she wouldn't pepper spray a bitch up. The nice security guard said he'd hold onto it for us till we got out. Rilo Kiley was amazing I heard my two favorite songs which was awesome! We drank a few beers at the Riv (the Rivera Theater) and toasted to a top night ahead of us.
That it was, on arrival at Carol's Country Music Bar on Chicago's Northside (yes country yeehaw) I felt like I was home back at Finn's Old Waldo and in my element. After some booty shaking on the dance floor we took a drink break where we met a host of characters. There was Radiohead Boy who told us his favorite band was Radiohead (while wearing a Radiohead teeshirt) I can guarantee he didn't even know one song. Our nice Native American Friends saved us from Radiohead boy when we started talking to them. Their 68 year old grandpa (who I insisted didn't look a day of 35 (told you I was in my element) were all around good people.
On my way to the bathroom a table of oh so cute boys caught my eye. After sending BM to scope it out (which she did so eloquently by saying: "my friend told me to scope out the table of hot boys which I guess is you") I took my seat next the bachelor (it was his party apparently). BM would later claim I held court at this table, the men all listening to me (blame it on the name Elizabeth is common among the monarchy). The boys and I laughed, danced, maybe shed a tear or two. We shared our favorite writers and more. They were from Cincinnati and boy were they a good time (except the ones that BM found out later were training to be ultimate fighters)! After being beckoned home by the evil BM I left the table with hugs and kisses like we were old friends.
After a restful night it was off to u-haul to pick our mid-size truck (hence why my mom called it the lesbian weekend) which actually turned out to be an f150 which we totally dominated (or so we thought). The u-haul is always an interesting place, but this one had crack heads and a guy wearing a sombrero and drinking a beer shirtless with a belly (which I later found out it was Mexican Independence Day so he had reason to celebrate) needless to say we got the truck and headed to retrieve our new furniture from the estate sale the previous day. We drove past the cars on a stick from Wayne's World and ate some taco bell, it was glorious. Angel the guy at the u-haul scared the crap out of bm and I when we returned the truck only to have him literally throw the truck in reverse and fly into traffic nearly killing a crack head guiding him out, all so we could fill it up with gas. At least we were done.
Lastly it was off to dinner with Mike, while I waited outside the bar (for another habitually late person in my life) a strange little leprechaun of any Irishman snuck up right behind my ear to tell me I was "gorgeous" before fake fighting the bouncer and making these weird sounds... I do not make this shit up people.
All in all it was a top weekend. Pics to come.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
What's a month, when you get to hear from me now...
Interns are the best thing to ever happen to the entry level job holder. There is someone lower then you on the totem poll for once. When you tell them to do something you can put on the act about how you feel bad for asking them to file and staple things, but really you don't. You are cool to them, because you are official yet you can still relate. You my friend become the entry level superstar when the intern comes rolling around.
Now that I am one step up on from the entry level superstar, the intern becomes the reminder that you should be doing more work. My intern for example can complete a task list that I wouldn't even attempt in one day. Then he sits, eyes wide, all innocently pleading for more work. Basically I want to tell the kid, "Hey there is this thing called the internet, why don't you peruse it for awhile." I should have known better when I came in hungover a week ago and was trying to give that old, "Rough night last night huh" and he responded with "Yeah I know, my sister and I went and saw the new Nancy Drew Movie".
Seriously buddy, The Nancy Drew movie, why don't you just make it more apparent that I am satan and a horrible influence on your poor soul. He didn't even know the Chicago sports teams, even though he grew up here, or who Matthew Broderick was.... Ferris Bueller people.... I was about to swoop in and save this poor lost 2o something from complete social idiocy, when I remembered I was the boss. I can't take this kid out for a beer and baseball, I can't even tell him I am hungover.
Just when I was feeling bad for this kid who was spiraling into the depths social suicide, I stumbled upon his facebook page (cleverly hidden under another name). He knows who Ferris Bueller is, its listed as one of his favorite movies. Nancy Drew my ass, he was out boozing it up at the very college bar I am a legend (in my own mind) at. I had been duped. It was all an act. His pseudonym "Aaron" loves to go clubbing and chill with his girl Leah, he belongs to the Bordo's free happy hour group, and claims to be the flippy cup champ.
And so it begins, I am heading down the slippery slope of adulthood, no longer cool enough to be on the inside track. Student workers look at me as the boss man, they don't tell me whats really up, just the candy coated version. And damn are they good at it. I truly believed this kid had no social life (due in my mind to being raised and still living in the far burbs of chicago). Next thing you know he will be getting the promotions and this will all be an episode of the Office.
Now that I am one step up on from the entry level superstar, the intern becomes the reminder that you should be doing more work. My intern for example can complete a task list that I wouldn't even attempt in one day. Then he sits, eyes wide, all innocently pleading for more work. Basically I want to tell the kid, "Hey there is this thing called the internet, why don't you peruse it for awhile." I should have known better when I came in hungover a week ago and was trying to give that old, "Rough night last night huh" and he responded with "Yeah I know, my sister and I went and saw the new Nancy Drew Movie".
Seriously buddy, The Nancy Drew movie, why don't you just make it more apparent that I am satan and a horrible influence on your poor soul. He didn't even know the Chicago sports teams, even though he grew up here, or who Matthew Broderick was.... Ferris Bueller people.... I was about to swoop in and save this poor lost 2o something from complete social idiocy, when I remembered I was the boss. I can't take this kid out for a beer and baseball, I can't even tell him I am hungover.
Just when I was feeling bad for this kid who was spiraling into the depths social suicide, I stumbled upon his facebook page (cleverly hidden under another name). He knows who Ferris Bueller is, its listed as one of his favorite movies. Nancy Drew my ass, he was out boozing it up at the very college bar I am a legend (in my own mind) at. I had been duped. It was all an act. His pseudonym "Aaron" loves to go clubbing and chill with his girl Leah, he belongs to the Bordo's free happy hour group, and claims to be the flippy cup champ.
And so it begins, I am heading down the slippery slope of adulthood, no longer cool enough to be on the inside track. Student workers look at me as the boss man, they don't tell me whats really up, just the candy coated version. And damn are they good at it. I truly believed this kid had no social life (due in my mind to being raised and still living in the far burbs of chicago). Next thing you know he will be getting the promotions and this will all be an episode of the Office.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The Intern
So I am in an episode of The Office I am pretty sure. I hired an Intern last week and realized quickly that my power of delegation is making me the Captain Marvel of this office. (Wow who wrote that, they must be a huge nerd) Anywho... through my wit matched only by my laziness I have manage to turn my intern and myself into an unstoppable Alumni Relation machine. We get so much done in a day its ridiculous. Yes, don't worry I still manage to read tmz, blog, read cnn, blog, read the times, oh and blog.
Now to that episode of the office scenario. Every time I tell this kid (and by kid I mean the person sitting across from me who is no more than a year younger than me) to do anything, I feel like a complete jack ass. When I tell him to file, I feel bad, when I tell him to send out an email, I have him send it to me first. Oh and I spill coffee on myself at least twice a day, mostly when I trip over his computer cord sending his lap top flying towards me. (Yes we share an office and it is humiliating, as my Bear Window (see the office window blog) is glaring at me from behind his head.
Yesterday I had to introduce him to everyone on the floor, I know maybe three people on my floor. So here we are walking around the floor and here I am reading verbatim off so and so's name plate. This is Bob Smith, Bob is our VP of Advancement (Bob has no clue who I am and thinks I am the intern, rough). Then we get to a door where there is no name plate and the jig is up. I wait for no-name to introduce herself and tell him her job title, then as to not look like I didn't know it, I say: Linda works for the President, if you need things signed you go to her. (In other words reiterating what she just said)
Did I mention he is a health freak, he eats well, drinks water, probably works out. Meanwhile, ol' boss lady drinks her coffee and diet coke and is so hungover she needed a Starbucks breakfast sandwich this morning. Thats the other thing, he is perky and ready to work when he gets in, leaving me to look like a slacker as I enjoy my coffee and breakfast sandwich while catching up on todays most important story "Is She or Isn't She: Nicole Richie's Pregnancy". Hard hitting news I tell ya.
And to make matters worse, all I can think about is that damn new Harry Potter Movie and the book. I know I am going to be that person at the water cooler who doesn't make it to the movie this weekend and therefore gets everything ruined for them. Damn you water cooler harry potter loving gossip girls and boys, damn you! So I will just die of dehydration instead because i am too cheap to purchase bottled water.
Ok this blog is getting a bit lengthy and out of hand, so I sign off this morning a little less productive, slightly dirty (damn coffee), and most of all back to my blogging glory!
Now to that episode of the office scenario. Every time I tell this kid (and by kid I mean the person sitting across from me who is no more than a year younger than me) to do anything, I feel like a complete jack ass. When I tell him to file, I feel bad, when I tell him to send out an email, I have him send it to me first. Oh and I spill coffee on myself at least twice a day, mostly when I trip over his computer cord sending his lap top flying towards me. (Yes we share an office and it is humiliating, as my Bear Window (see the office window blog) is glaring at me from behind his head.
Yesterday I had to introduce him to everyone on the floor, I know maybe three people on my floor. So here we are walking around the floor and here I am reading verbatim off so and so's name plate. This is Bob Smith, Bob is our VP of Advancement (Bob has no clue who I am and thinks I am the intern, rough). Then we get to a door where there is no name plate and the jig is up. I wait for no-name to introduce herself and tell him her job title, then as to not look like I didn't know it, I say: Linda works for the President, if you need things signed you go to her. (In other words reiterating what she just said)
Did I mention he is a health freak, he eats well, drinks water, probably works out. Meanwhile, ol' boss lady drinks her coffee and diet coke and is so hungover she needed a Starbucks breakfast sandwich this morning. Thats the other thing, he is perky and ready to work when he gets in, leaving me to look like a slacker as I enjoy my coffee and breakfast sandwich while catching up on todays most important story "Is She or Isn't She: Nicole Richie's Pregnancy". Hard hitting news I tell ya.
And to make matters worse, all I can think about is that damn new Harry Potter Movie and the book. I know I am going to be that person at the water cooler who doesn't make it to the movie this weekend and therefore gets everything ruined for them. Damn you water cooler harry potter loving gossip girls and boys, damn you! So I will just die of dehydration instead because i am too cheap to purchase bottled water.
Ok this blog is getting a bit lengthy and out of hand, so I sign off this morning a little less productive, slightly dirty (damn coffee), and most of all back to my blogging glory!
Thursday, June 7, 2007
emote my foot!
Once again, I have to thank Helen E. for her way of always inspiring these blogs. Todays subject, what is it with 50 something (aka my parents, aunts, uncles, bosses etc.) and emoticons.
Exhibit A: Email from Aunt Joane
I know with the holiday approaching
…Cory and Ryan are beginning to salivate knowing what’s ahead! Fortunately for Kate – she sampled and approved the Strawberry Salad – so we gave her the final approval to enter the family. Congratulations to both Kate and Joe for their faithful journey. Kate will “officially” enter the Catholic Church at the Easter Vigil on Saturday night. 
Can we say obnoxious! I mean honestly, the font size (which I scaled down from wait for it 35pt. to fit on my blog), the unecessary knowledge of emoticons, the fact that Jimmy was in London not Spain so what's with the hola guy, I mean really! Next thing I know my mom has caught on. A conversation with a friend earlier today explains it best:
friend: there's a really funny article in today's nytimes about facebook
The article she directed me to was about a mom joining Facebook. Unnecessary Moms and Dads of the world, try talking to your kid and being involved with their life so you don't have to spy on them! My mom topped this off by joining google's gchat for gmail users. She now sends me the annoying emoticons on a hourly basis just to erk me.
Exhibit B: Conversation with mom this morning:
me: hi mom, quick question about cleveland this weekend
mom: whats up :)
me: is it casual?
mom: yup :) :)
me: unnecessary use of the smilies mom cut it out.
I then get an email that looks like this moments later:
Dear Beth:
:) :( :? :/ :] :o
Love <3>
Mom xoxoxox
Enough said. Lay off the emoticons people!
Exhibit A: Email from Aunt Joane
I know with the holiday approaching
Neeners and Big Al (and gang – Kristen, Jimmy, Caroline, Meg, Shannon, Nick, Jake and ?) will all be coming in town this year!
I’m trying to accommodate the majority for “meal time” - I’m thinking early afternoon
(1:00 or 2:00) but would like to hear from everyone as to departure times, nap times (that includes Grandpa) and favorite time!
We filled the living room with a beautiful new pool table and Bryan is putting the finishing touches on the back patio. (lighting and waterfall) Pray for nice weather.
I’m so excited to have everyone here – especially the new arrival – Emmy! I haven’t seen her yet – but the Grandma’s are sure bragging!
Food assignments will be sent out once I hear everyone and firm up “brunch” or “lunch”
Study Hard and we look forward to having you home! Of course – we will miss Jimbo
Although from the looks of his picture file – he’s seeing plenty of Europe. (Jimmy – put yourself in a picture or two – we want to be sure there’s no beer belly!)
Looking forward to having my girls home soon too!
Love – Aunt Joane or Mom or Joane – depending who is reading this!
Can we say obnoxious! I mean honestly, the font size (which I scaled down from wait for it 35pt. to fit on my blog), the unecessary knowledge of emoticons, the fact that Jimmy was in London not Spain so what's with the hola guy, I mean really! Next thing I know my mom has caught on. A conversation with a friend earlier today explains it best:
friend: there's a really funny article in today's nytimes about facebook
11:25 AM me: such a peg leg (my mother) move
she is all into emoticons right now its annoying
friend: hahahahaha
emoticons
11:26 AM i'm telling my mom that exact sentence
11:27 AM me: seriously jimmy thought she was drunk when she im'd him in london one night because she was using all emoticons to communicate
friend: hahahahahaha
me: and now she is on google chat, outrageous
friend: i'm going to lose my job for laughing too loud
The article she directed me to was about a mom joining Facebook. Unnecessary Moms and Dads of the world, try talking to your kid and being involved with their life so you don't have to spy on them! My mom topped this off by joining google's gchat for gmail users. She now sends me the annoying emoticons on a hourly basis just to erk me.
Exhibit B: Conversation with mom this morning:
me: hi mom, quick question about cleveland this weekend
mom: whats up :)
me: is it casual?
mom: yup :) :)
me: unnecessary use of the smilies mom cut it out.
I then get an email that looks like this moments later:
Dear Beth:
:) :( :? :/ :] :o
Love <3>
Mom xoxoxox
Enough said. Lay off the emoticons people!
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