I would just like to apologize to S again for what happened Friday night in the bridal store.
Apologize, but I’m still laughing.
Soooo on our coffee-hopping night (that really wasn’t filled with coffee), Rindy and I needed to stop at David’s Bridal and get fitted for bridesmaid dresses for a January wedding. S, who is in a serious relationship, reluctantly came, too. And we might have convinced her to try on wedding gowns.
“I can’t do that!” S protested. “What if *Boyfriend* found out? He would completely freak out. Plus, I don’t want to get my hopes up (about getting a ring when he comes back from his work trip). It’ll just make me disappointed.”
But once you step inside David’s Bridal and see all the beautiful wedding gowns, logic stays outside the door. Mermaid style, halter tops, strapless, ones with beads, ones with tulle…The best part about wedding planning is the wedding dress.
I loaned S my engagement ring so she could play the part of the blushing bride-to-be, and as Rindy and I went to check on our bridesmaid dresses, petite little S was neck-deep in dresses that probably weighed more than her. Two ladies were in front of us, so we waited patiently. Rindy, S, and I and the two ladies were the only customers in the store. One of the ladies – the bride, I’m assuming – glanced over at S, who was holding out two dresses in front of her, glanced over at S -- “S? Is that *Dad's name's* daughter?”
S froze like a deer in headlights. I immediately burst out laughing, rolling near the prom dresses section. S smiled mechanically. “Hi!” she said, her eyes as wide as saucers.
Turns out the lady works with her dad back in her hometown. And there S was, thumbing through wedding gowns and wearing an engagement ring.
Yes, it was horrible, but it was oh, so funny…for me and Rindy, that is.
I’ve never seen someone jerk a ring off her finger so fast before, but S was explaining quicker than she could breathe how she was just playing around and how she had been conned by me and Rindy to wear the dresses and how the engagement ring really wasn’t hers anyway…
Needless to say, she did NOT try on wedding dresses Friday night. She should have, though. Would have been fun.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
It just hurts so dang much
Day Four of Half Marathon Training
Dear Diary,
Today I wanted to throw up in the yard of some people I don't care for. I felt I could hold it til then. I almost stopped to do so, but then I realized that I hadn't eaten anything in about twelve hours, and I was afraid of dry heaving. And so I continued with Mile 3.
I haven't seen morning darkness since the previous Daylight Savings Time, so it was quite a rude awakening to get up at 5:30 a.m. and see that it was still dark. And that it's still summer. What's up with that?
My calves hurt so much that I'm kind of afraid my skin's going to explode, and my guts are going to fall out.
And I realized when I got to work today that I was supposed to do strengthening exercises today, too. Missed out on that opportunity, I guess.
This Starbucks mocha is absolutely delicious, though, and kind of makes me forget about the pain in my calves, the way I couldn't get enough air last night when I ran two miles (in 26 mins -- moving on up!!!), when I collapsed on the weight room floor after running two miles, when I could barely hold my eyes open at 8:30 last night, when I had to set my alarm for 5:30 instead of 6:45, the nervous anticipation that fills my mind when I think about Saturday's four mile run, and the desire to throw up in those mean people's yard.
ALMOST makes me forget.
But tomorrow is a rest day, so I don't have to do any running whatsoever until Saturday's run, because Friday is tennis day. Or raquetball day. Or elliptical machine day. Or whatever-the-heck-you-want-it-to-be-except-running day.
Although, I must admit, it's nice to have the running out of the way. It makes me just a little bit giddy. But maybe that's the caffeine and chocolate.
I think I kinda like running.
Dear Diary,
Today I wanted to throw up in the yard of some people I don't care for. I felt I could hold it til then. I almost stopped to do so, but then I realized that I hadn't eaten anything in about twelve hours, and I was afraid of dry heaving. And so I continued with Mile 3.
I haven't seen morning darkness since the previous Daylight Savings Time, so it was quite a rude awakening to get up at 5:30 a.m. and see that it was still dark. And that it's still summer. What's up with that?
My calves hurt so much that I'm kind of afraid my skin's going to explode, and my guts are going to fall out.
And I realized when I got to work today that I was supposed to do strengthening exercises today, too. Missed out on that opportunity, I guess.
This Starbucks mocha is absolutely delicious, though, and kind of makes me forget about the pain in my calves, the way I couldn't get enough air last night when I ran two miles (in 26 mins -- moving on up!!!), when I collapsed on the weight room floor after running two miles, when I could barely hold my eyes open at 8:30 last night, when I had to set my alarm for 5:30 instead of 6:45, the nervous anticipation that fills my mind when I think about Saturday's four mile run, and the desire to throw up in those mean people's yard.
ALMOST makes me forget.
But tomorrow is a rest day, so I don't have to do any running whatsoever until Saturday's run, because Friday is tennis day. Or raquetball day. Or elliptical machine day. Or whatever-the-heck-you-want-it-to-be-except-running day.
Although, I must admit, it's nice to have the running out of the way. It makes me just a little bit giddy. But maybe that's the caffeine and chocolate.
I think I kinda like running.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
When coffee-hopping goes wrong… oh, so wrong…
Coffee-hopping. It’s a coffee lover’s dream. Think bar-hopping without possible DWIs and lots of caffeine.
Rindy and I planned a fun adventure around our area to head to several coffee shops Friday night and drink a sampling of various coffee drinks to determine which place had the best a) specialty drink b) regular coffee c) mocha d) café au lait or e) other. Rindy chose to taste various regular coffees, and I went with a café au lait.
We started this journey at 5 p.m. at our favorite coffee house. Minutes later (and almost a car fight later – long story) we were ready for our second cup, but first, a stop at Olive Garden. Food to soak up the caffeine.
It was about 8:30 when we headed to our second coffee shop (that’s what happens when you get caught trying on bridal dresses when you aren’t a bride…another long story, will get to it tomorrow), and, please remember now, this is FRIDAY night. 8:30 p.m.
Second coffee shop? Closed.
Drive further down the road. Starbucks? Closed.
Disappointed, under-caffeinated, and thirsty, we debated on whether to head to McDonalds or Sonic for coffee. For COFFEE. It was a sad choice, but Sonic won.
And lost. In a way.
(P.S. I really do like McDonalds’ mochas.)
It took three minutes for someone to take our order. Three Java Chillers. (Our other friend, who shall remain nameless because it was she who registered the official complaint, had joined us at Olive Garden and reluctantly decided to join us on our coffee binge.) Ten minutes later, we were still waiting for our drink.
Dude pulls up in a hooptie next to us. Dude gets out of car and goes and talks with his girlfriend. Dude gets drink. Girlfriend leaves work to sit in the car with him.
Fifteen minutes later (and still no drinks), Friend Who Shall Remain Nameless had found Sonic’s complaint phone number.
“It wouldn’t have been such a problem if we hadn’t seen him go up to the window and get his drink before we got ours – and I didn’t see any money exchanged,” she said.
I have part of the exchange on film. She wasn’t trying to be funny, but it was downright hilarious.
We left that Sonic drinkless. After all, Target closed at 10, and we needed to do some mournful shopping as we didn’t get our Java Chillers.
Target’s food court area actually had coffee, and I purchased a delicious (if possibly non-caffeinated) caramel macchiato for $1.10. Yummmm…
Oh, and at about 11 p.m., Rindy and I hit a different Sonic on our way home. Service? AMAZING. Couldn't have been better. Java Chillers…not so much.
Oh, Sonic…
Rindy and I planned a fun adventure around our area to head to several coffee shops Friday night and drink a sampling of various coffee drinks to determine which place had the best a) specialty drink b) regular coffee c) mocha d) café au lait or e) other. Rindy chose to taste various regular coffees, and I went with a café au lait.
We started this journey at 5 p.m. at our favorite coffee house. Minutes later (and almost a car fight later – long story) we were ready for our second cup, but first, a stop at Olive Garden. Food to soak up the caffeine.
It was about 8:30 when we headed to our second coffee shop (that’s what happens when you get caught trying on bridal dresses when you aren’t a bride…another long story, will get to it tomorrow), and, please remember now, this is FRIDAY night. 8:30 p.m.
Second coffee shop? Closed.
Drive further down the road. Starbucks? Closed.
Disappointed, under-caffeinated, and thirsty, we debated on whether to head to McDonalds or Sonic for coffee. For COFFEE. It was a sad choice, but Sonic won.
And lost. In a way.
(P.S. I really do like McDonalds’ mochas.)
It took three minutes for someone to take our order. Three Java Chillers. (Our other friend, who shall remain nameless because it was she who registered the official complaint, had joined us at Olive Garden and reluctantly decided to join us on our coffee binge.) Ten minutes later, we were still waiting for our drink.
Dude pulls up in a hooptie next to us. Dude gets out of car and goes and talks with his girlfriend. Dude gets drink. Girlfriend leaves work to sit in the car with him.
Fifteen minutes later (and still no drinks), Friend Who Shall Remain Nameless had found Sonic’s complaint phone number.
“It wouldn’t have been such a problem if we hadn’t seen him go up to the window and get his drink before we got ours – and I didn’t see any money exchanged,” she said.
I have part of the exchange on film. She wasn’t trying to be funny, but it was downright hilarious.
We left that Sonic drinkless. After all, Target closed at 10, and we needed to do some mournful shopping as we didn’t get our Java Chillers.
Target’s food court area actually had coffee, and I purchased a delicious (if possibly non-caffeinated) caramel macchiato for $1.10. Yummmm…
Oh, and at about 11 p.m., Rindy and I hit a different Sonic on our way home. Service? AMAZING. Couldn't have been better. Java Chillers…not so much.
Oh, Sonic…
Friday, August 21, 2009
Caffeinated Randomness: Quotes, Part III
At an area bookstore...
Customer: I'm buying this dictionary for the university. Do you give discounts for university-related purchases?
Bookstore manager: What grade level is that? 2nd? 3rd?
Friend discussing a co-worker: Sometimes he can be like the gum on the bottom of your shoe. You can’t get rid of the dang thing.
Joking around
Superman: I'm diabetic.
Me: I'm asthmatic.
Superman: Mine is worse.
Me: Uh uh. I can't have a cat because of mine.
Superman: (raises an eyebrow) Oh, really? I can't have a Kit Kat because of mine.
Student: I made a B in political science.
Me: How did you do in economics?
Student: Let's reflect for a moment on that B.
Playing Battle of the Sexes
Girls: On Sesame Street, who was Oscar the Grouch's girlfriend?
Boys: What? (Discuss among themselves) Okay, let's think about this logically. Who would date a green puppet who lived in a trashcan?
Boys: Amy Winehouse?
Rachel: Oh, just wait. You’re day is coming.
Me: I know, I know. Can't I just spit out a 3-year-old?
Rachel: I wouldn't advise it.
Discussing me running a half-marathon
Superman: I've seen you run.
Me: What's that supposed to mean?
Superman: Well...it makes me nervous.
Neighbor: I hate looking in people’s homes when their blinds are up. I just don’t like seeing what they’re doing.
Me: Really? I LOVE looking in people’s windows…see if they’re eating, what they’re watching on TV…
Superman: (whispers) Don’t be psychotic.
Cool Mike: There are some things you never want to do with your kids, like shake them or leave them alone –
Rindy: Or hold them upside down and then drop them, and then they have a concussion and have to go to the hospital.
Cool Mike: Sounds like a personal experience story.
Rindy: MAYBE.
Me: How old were you?
Rindy: Twelve.
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
True Story
My dog judged my vocal talent last night.
Husband was at band practice, and I, being the silly person I am, started singing to the Chihuahua. We have this silly lyric, "Puppy wuppy, you're so cute..." and then it kind of trails off because, well, not much rhymes with "cute" that you can use in the next sentence.
(Right now, I am sure Superman is somewhere, blushing.)
So last night I decided to figure out those perfect lyrics to go with the rest of the diddy.
Superdog was resting on the bed, and I was putting the clothes up, singing over and over and over, "Puppy wuppy, you're so cute...everyone else just gets the boot...No, that doesn't work well...Puppy wuppy, you're so cute...you make the rest seem so moot...That's silly, isn't it, Superdog? Hmmm...Puppy wuppy, you're so cute..."
Superdog went and hid under the bed.
She gave me this look of absolute annoyance and then dove from the covers under the bed. And stayed there until I stopped singing.
Well. Guess I won't be going on "America's Got Talent."
Though it might be interesting to watch me scare the dog into hiding...
Husband was at band practice, and I, being the silly person I am, started singing to the Chihuahua. We have this silly lyric, "Puppy wuppy, you're so cute..." and then it kind of trails off because, well, not much rhymes with "cute" that you can use in the next sentence.
(Right now, I am sure Superman is somewhere, blushing.)
So last night I decided to figure out those perfect lyrics to go with the rest of the diddy.
Superdog was resting on the bed, and I was putting the clothes up, singing over and over and over, "Puppy wuppy, you're so cute...everyone else just gets the boot...No, that doesn't work well...Puppy wuppy, you're so cute...you make the rest seem so moot...That's silly, isn't it, Superdog? Hmmm...Puppy wuppy, you're so cute..."
Superdog went and hid under the bed.
She gave me this look of absolute annoyance and then dove from the covers under the bed. And stayed there until I stopped singing.
Well. Guess I won't be going on "America's Got Talent."
Though it might be interesting to watch me scare the dog into hiding...
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I may have lost my mind, but we'll see...
I've (tentatively) decided to run a half-marathon.
Those of you who know me, go ahead and laugh. It's okay, promise.
I'm totally obsessed with the idea of running a half-marathon right now. I found a training program, and I'm trying to recruit everyone I know into running it for me. So far I've gotten six nos and two maybes. No yeses? Please? ;)
I found this half-marathon (there's a whole one, too, but, seriously, there's no way I'm running a full marathon; a halfie is stretching it), which is taking place in New Orleans on Feb. 28, 2010.
Anyone interested? I know we've got some runners out there...
I actually have not registered for it yet. I'm going to start training next week, and if I make it through two full weeks, then I'll sign up.
I can barely run a mile without stopping. This is going to be the most intensive exercise I've ever put my body through, but I do figure I can drink more mochas than I do now...
(Is it sad that one of the main reasons I exercise is to counteract the ice cream, cookies, and mochas that I intake?)
So who's with me? New Orleans...Febuary...blogger runners unite?
Check yes or no. ;)
Those of you who know me, go ahead and laugh. It's okay, promise.
I'm totally obsessed with the idea of running a half-marathon right now. I found a training program, and I'm trying to recruit everyone I know into running it for me. So far I've gotten six nos and two maybes. No yeses? Please? ;)
I found this half-marathon (there's a whole one, too, but, seriously, there's no way I'm running a full marathon; a halfie is stretching it), which is taking place in New Orleans on Feb. 28, 2010.
Anyone interested? I know we've got some runners out there...
I actually have not registered for it yet. I'm going to start training next week, and if I make it through two full weeks, then I'll sign up.
I can barely run a mile without stopping. This is going to be the most intensive exercise I've ever put my body through, but I do figure I can drink more mochas than I do now...
(Is it sad that one of the main reasons I exercise is to counteract the ice cream, cookies, and mochas that I intake?)
So who's with me? New Orleans...Febuary...blogger runners unite?
Check yes or no. ;)
Monday, August 17, 2009
Happy day
Yesterday was just about perfect.
Most of you don't know, but my in-law situation is...interesting to say the least. My in-laws live in the same town as us (but my brother-in-law is moving down south shortly, we believe), but...like I said, it's interesting.
But it's getting better.
Yesterday my mother-in-law, C, joined our church. I was honored to walk her to the front of the church as my husband, her son, played the invitation. She's so excited; she wants to get involved in a Sunday School class, and me and Superman couldn't be happier. Not only that, but my brother-in-law, B, was there, too!
AND, just to make it better, we all had a nice, happy family meal together. Superman, with help from C, made tacos, and it was nice. For those of you who have "interesting" families or in-laws, you know how rare and special a quiet family meal after church is. And for those of you who know me personally, you know how long I've waited for that. =)
It just gives me hope, you know? Hope for a change, a good change. B has a job interview down south today, and I'm praying that he gets it. He needs a change of scenery, a new beginning. And C is so excited about knowing so many people at the church, so she already feels comfortable with her new church family.
I think yesterday's happy day is spilling over into today.
Most of you don't know, but my in-law situation is...interesting to say the least. My in-laws live in the same town as us (but my brother-in-law is moving down south shortly, we believe), but...like I said, it's interesting.
But it's getting better.
Yesterday my mother-in-law, C, joined our church. I was honored to walk her to the front of the church as my husband, her son, played the invitation. She's so excited; she wants to get involved in a Sunday School class, and me and Superman couldn't be happier. Not only that, but my brother-in-law, B, was there, too!
AND, just to make it better, we all had a nice, happy family meal together. Superman, with help from C, made tacos, and it was nice. For those of you who have "interesting" families or in-laws, you know how rare and special a quiet family meal after church is. And for those of you who know me personally, you know how long I've waited for that. =)
It just gives me hope, you know? Hope for a change, a good change. B has a job interview down south today, and I'm praying that he gets it. He needs a change of scenery, a new beginning. And C is so excited about knowing so many people at the church, so she already feels comfortable with her new church family.
I think yesterday's happy day is spilling over into today.
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