"you should learn when to go, you should learn how to say no"--hole
hey hey
i really did think i had some great material for this blog, but now that i'm sitting here trying to remember, it's just not coming to me...boo.
yesterday, my mom picked me up and we had lunch at this little mexican restaurant she found. it was decent, i'd go there again. not my favorite, but still good. they apparently only speak spanish there, and as my mom introduced me to the manager (b/c apparently she's bff with everyone there now), he told her that i was "muy guapa and bonita". thank you sir, i AM right here and i CAN understand you. later, we found out he just got a divorce, awesome. HOOK. ME. UP. whatever.
after work, i went to look at the doglets (as usual, do i even need to mention this?). not too many new ones, there were 2 labeled as "chihuahua mixes" to which i thought was a joke because one of them was the size of a shephard puppy..quite large, looking as though there was NO chihuahua in her. ok crazy people. it makes me sad to go there and see all the larger, older dogs who still have no homes. granted, eventually someone will take them, but some of them have been there for over 4 months. boo. (and i want a small dog, or i'd do my part, thankyouverymuch)
i met my mom at kirkland's because she said they had some "great things" for my house. i ended up (well she did) buying a cheneille throw (because i don't have enough) and this bowl thing for my coffee table. neat. while i was waiting, i was browsing the store, and came across kirkland's idea of drinking games. first of all it was just a mini vegas game table, no big deal. but THEN came the darts game and THEN the shots version of "chutes and ladders" very cleverly named "shots and ladders". well when my mom came in and i laughed about them, and this conversation ensued.
mom:"i saw those! i wanted to get them for you, and your party"
me:"*laugh*"
mom:"i thought they were cute, you wouldn't want them?"
me:"mom, they're DRINKING games, of course i want them."
mom: "well GET THEM FOR YOUR PARTY!"
ok, so i didn't get them, but i am seriously thinking about it, plus making normal games into drinking games. help a playa out. then we went to tj maxx, where i bought some cute pants and to stein mart. a no go on the whole shopping trip. boo.
when i got home, i just made a quick dinner, and tried to finish watching the shining. i don't know if i've ever seen the whole movie unedited, so then i started to get creeped out and i started packing for the fun weekend instead. tell me why i need 5 shirts and 3 pairs of jeans and 3 pairs of shoes? i don't. i toned it down some. like 4 shirts, 2 pairs of jeans...but no, still 3 pairs of shoes. (not including the ones i'm wearing now) i got online and started talking to some peeps, i talked to my good ol' friend ben and he wants to come visit. come one, come all, seriously, hotel rena is taking reservations!! then more packing, off to bed.
this morning i woke up and tried to finish packing. i really feel like i forgot something, but i know i didn't. this is honestly how my thought process went when i was trying to figure out if i forgot something, as i'm backing out of the garage.
too many clothes - check
too many pairs of shoes - check
shower stuff - check *wait, i forgot my razor, damn it* (i didn't realize this until 5 mins later, but i can go to target at lunch)
pigskin tickets - check *glance at purse to make sure the envelope didn't jump out*
my head? - check *luckily*
so why do i get this eerie feeling that i forgot something still? it's ugly. maybe it's because i remembered EVERYTHING and i don't ever do that?
so the morning show i listen to is losing one of their talents. today was her last day. why was i tearing up about it? boo. i'm too attached, but it is way sad that i find them better than jb & sandy. so lance armstrong and sheryl crow are moving in on SNL tomorrow. gag me.
debauchary begins: T minus 7-ish hours.
peace out. call me if you're in waco!
i really did think i had some great material for this blog, but now that i'm sitting here trying to remember, it's just not coming to me...boo.
yesterday, my mom picked me up and we had lunch at this little mexican restaurant she found. it was decent, i'd go there again. not my favorite, but still good. they apparently only speak spanish there, and as my mom introduced me to the manager (b/c apparently she's bff with everyone there now), he told her that i was "muy guapa and bonita". thank you sir, i AM right here and i CAN understand you. later, we found out he just got a divorce, awesome. HOOK. ME. UP. whatever.
after work, i went to look at the doglets (as usual, do i even need to mention this?). not too many new ones, there were 2 labeled as "chihuahua mixes" to which i thought was a joke because one of them was the size of a shephard puppy..quite large, looking as though there was NO chihuahua in her. ok crazy people. it makes me sad to go there and see all the larger, older dogs who still have no homes. granted, eventually someone will take them, but some of them have been there for over 4 months. boo. (and i want a small dog, or i'd do my part, thankyouverymuch)
i met my mom at kirkland's because she said they had some "great things" for my house. i ended up (well she did) buying a cheneille throw (because i don't have enough) and this bowl thing for my coffee table. neat. while i was waiting, i was browsing the store, and came across kirkland's idea of drinking games. first of all it was just a mini vegas game table, no big deal. but THEN came the darts game and THEN the shots version of "chutes and ladders" very cleverly named "shots and ladders". well when my mom came in and i laughed about them, and this conversation ensued.
mom:"i saw those! i wanted to get them for you, and your party"
me:"*laugh*"
mom:"i thought they were cute, you wouldn't want them?"
me:"mom, they're DRINKING games, of course i want them."
mom: "well GET THEM FOR YOUR PARTY!"
ok, so i didn't get them, but i am seriously thinking about it, plus making normal games into drinking games. help a playa out. then we went to tj maxx, where i bought some cute pants and to stein mart. a no go on the whole shopping trip. boo.
when i got home, i just made a quick dinner, and tried to finish watching the shining. i don't know if i've ever seen the whole movie unedited, so then i started to get creeped out and i started packing for the fun weekend instead. tell me why i need 5 shirts and 3 pairs of jeans and 3 pairs of shoes? i don't. i toned it down some. like 4 shirts, 2 pairs of jeans...but no, still 3 pairs of shoes. (not including the ones i'm wearing now) i got online and started talking to some peeps, i talked to my good ol' friend ben and he wants to come visit. come one, come all, seriously, hotel rena is taking reservations!! then more packing, off to bed.
this morning i woke up and tried to finish packing. i really feel like i forgot something, but i know i didn't. this is honestly how my thought process went when i was trying to figure out if i forgot something, as i'm backing out of the garage.
too many clothes - check
too many pairs of shoes - check
shower stuff - check *wait, i forgot my razor, damn it* (i didn't realize this until 5 mins later, but i can go to target at lunch)
pigskin tickets - check *glance at purse to make sure the envelope didn't jump out*
my head? - check *luckily*
so why do i get this eerie feeling that i forgot something still? it's ugly. maybe it's because i remembered EVERYTHING and i don't ever do that?
so the morning show i listen to is losing one of their talents. today was her last day. why was i tearing up about it? boo. i'm too attached, but it is way sad that i find them better than jb & sandy. so lance armstrong and sheryl crow are moving in on SNL tomorrow. gag me.
debauchary begins: T minus 7-ish hours.
peace out. call me if you're in waco!
