.....sign that I am too old to be this excited about Twilight Exclipse's debut tonight. I wrote on Facebook, "Jamie JOhnston can't wait for Eclipse tonight."
A contact, who is only a few years older than I am, wrote back:
"What time is it at? Is it a partial or full eclipse? I hadn't heard anything about it."
Awkward. To save this person unmerciless teasing, I deleted their comment. But not before I prep myself for the harsh barrage of ridicule that is sure to come from my other friends who do not understand my innapropriate crush on a 15-year-old werewolf boy.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Go ahead.....
....and drink in all this denim finery.
Have you ever seen so much denim in all your ever lovin' life?
Have you ever seen so much denim in all your ever lovin' life?
We went to....
.... a local little carnival-type thing over the weekend. There were only a few rides, but it's been years since I've ridden anything even remotely scary.
The short one wanted to take me on some rides with her....I suggested the Scrambler. It's fun. Yet safe. It spins around and throws you out at sharp angles, but never goes higher than about three feet in the air.
Let me tell you, there's nothing like being called out by a 10-year-old. Apparently The Scrambler is for "wussies". And old people.
She suggested The Avalanche.
Sure, if a 10-year old can handle it, I'm sure I can too.
This won't be so bad. But why are there only 4 of us on this ride? Hm. Should I be concerned by that? Apparently, yes.
Later, the boy won the short one a stuffed monkey. On a sidenote, this is why we don't normally let him come out in public with us:
Fortunately, we were at a fair, so he actually blended in quite stealthily with the carneys.
The short one wanted to take me on some rides with her....I suggested the Scrambler. It's fun. Yet safe. It spins around and throws you out at sharp angles, but never goes higher than about three feet in the air.
Let me tell you, there's nothing like being called out by a 10-year-old. Apparently The Scrambler is for "wussies". And old people.
She suggested The Avalanche.
Sure, if a 10-year old can handle it, I'm sure I can too.
This won't be so bad. But why are there only 4 of us on this ride? Hm. Should I be concerned by that? Apparently, yes.
Later, the boy won the short one a stuffed monkey. On a sidenote, this is why we don't normally let him come out in public with us:
Fortunately, we were at a fair, so he actually blended in quite stealthily with the carneys.
My Mom had the....
....best line a few weeks back when we were talking about a mutual aquaintance she doesn't think too highly of. That this even bothesed her so much is hilarious.
"Ugh, I just can't stand him...with all his....his....thumb rings and stuff!" she cried indignantly.
"Ugh, I just can't stand him...with all his....his....thumb rings and stuff!" she cried indignantly.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Congratulations are in order.....
....for my friend Lori! She's been pretty much a lifelong friend of mine. Sometimes I forget how long I've known her...and then I realize how old I've gotten. We grew up in the same small town. Our parents were friends before we were.
Anyways, I'm not sure when I can go into more detail, and until I can, I just want to wish her & her husband congratulations! I'm so excited to see how this new journey unfolds for you!
Update: Not to be outdone.....babies are aplenty with my friends these days. Meesh has 3 months left to go til she meets her little gal. And Ash just found out she's having another girl! I can't wait to meet all these little babes. Keep it up ladies so I don't have to!
Anyways, I'm not sure when I can go into more detail, and until I can, I just want to wish her & her husband congratulations! I'm so excited to see how this new journey unfolds for you!
Update: Not to be outdone.....babies are aplenty with my friends these days. Meesh has 3 months left to go til she meets her little gal. And Ash just found out she's having another girl! I can't wait to meet all these little babes. Keep it up ladies so I don't have to!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
While in California.....
......we were involved in a frightening road rage incident.
My brother was trying to pull out of the grocery store parking lot, during rush hour, and in the process of waiting for someone to let him in, he was blocking a turning lane. Well, the guy trying to get past us and into that truning lane did not appreciate this.
A stream of both Spanish curse words, and your more regular run-of-the-mill English ones spewed forth from his driver side window. I fully expected him to pull out a gun. I would be that tourist you read about in the papers. Wrong place, wrong time.
I on the other hand, hunkered down as low as I could in the back seat of the covreted handicap van. (Long story). Who yells at someone driving a wheelchair van?!?! I prepared myself for the inevitable sound of gunfire.
My brother stood his ground in the face of such verbal atrocities. I prayed he wouldn't back down and put the van into reverse. Mostly because, when in reverse, the van is equipped with a loud back-up beeping system, not unlike a dump truck. As if this incident weren't uncomfortable enough, I couldn't bear the humiliation of backing up, tail between our figurative legs, embarassed and weak, accompanied by the sound of that ear-splitting cacophony of BEEP.....BEEP.....BEEP.
Finally, the guy swerved around us, narrowly missing the front fender, flashed us the finger and spewed one more cascade of vulgar rhetoric our way before speeding off down the road.
"I can't believe a guy who drives a PT Cruiser has a mouth like that."
My brother was trying to pull out of the grocery store parking lot, during rush hour, and in the process of waiting for someone to let him in, he was blocking a turning lane. Well, the guy trying to get past us and into that truning lane did not appreciate this.
A stream of both Spanish curse words, and your more regular run-of-the-mill English ones spewed forth from his driver side window. I fully expected him to pull out a gun. I would be that tourist you read about in the papers. Wrong place, wrong time.
I on the other hand, hunkered down as low as I could in the back seat of the covreted handicap van. (Long story). Who yells at someone driving a wheelchair van?!?! I prepared myself for the inevitable sound of gunfire.
My brother stood his ground in the face of such verbal atrocities. I prayed he wouldn't back down and put the van into reverse. Mostly because, when in reverse, the van is equipped with a loud back-up beeping system, not unlike a dump truck. As if this incident weren't uncomfortable enough, I couldn't bear the humiliation of backing up, tail between our figurative legs, embarassed and weak, accompanied by the sound of that ear-splitting cacophony of BEEP.....BEEP.....BEEP.
Finally, the guy swerved around us, narrowly missing the front fender, flashed us the finger and spewed one more cascade of vulgar rhetoric our way before speeding off down the road.
"I can't believe a guy who drives a PT Cruiser has a mouth like that."
Why does eating.....
....cold pizza at 7:59 a.m. seem completely acceptable today? Is it because the alarm went off at 4:10 a.m. and I was at work by 4:52 a.m.?
Apparently all proper breakfast etiquette goes out the window when you are fillin gin on the morning show.
Apparently all proper breakfast etiquette goes out the window when you are fillin gin on the morning show.
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