Happy Valentines Day

 If you can't, for whatever reason, spend Valentines Day with the person you love, might I suggest these FABULOUS people whom I love? 



February 14, 2012

They're the loudest, most inappropriate, margarita drinking, carbohydrate avoiding weirdo's you'll ever meet. My life wouldn't be nearly as much fun without them.  

The front porch looking out

A friend of mine from high school gave birth to twin girls this past week and in a Facebook post she thanked everyone for their kind words and said "if you think our hands are full, you should see our hearts.  This is what life is all about."

So, I don't know what it's like to have a child, much less two at once.  Honestly, there are a lot of life experiences that I haven't had yet, a lot of things that I look at, tilt my head and think...yeah, that'd probably be pretty cool."

But for everything that I haven't done or haven't figured out, there is a whole lot more that just makes me catch my breath with gratitude. 

Dinner on a Friday night with my sister and brother in law, laughing so hard that my stomach hurts and I can't catch my breath.  Having girlfriends who share their shoes and jewlery to make an outfit just that much better.  The opportunitiy forgive an old wrong. Ceiling fans. Beer.  Home, the view each morning as I pull out of the driveway on my way to work:

February 13, 2012

I clearly don't have it all figured out (and what ever would I do with the next fifty years if I had?) but for all the ambiguity that life holds for me right now...well it just ain't that rough.

Happy Sunday to Me!

Nothing says Happy Sunday like a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch for dinner.

February 12, 2012

The Brain

I learned a long time ago that by the time I'm willing to drink an Irish Car Bomb (3/4 pint Guinness with 1/2 shot Jameson and 1/2 shot Bailey's dropped in), I REALLY shouldn't be drinking one.  It's a questionable drink, I mean really, a drink that you have to literally drop the shot in and chug immediately or else it will curdle?  I'm going to repeat that: it will fucking CURDLE.  And so we chug it, as if our stomach acid is going to impede that curdling process.  So like I said, the minute someone says "car bombs!"and I think, "okay!" that's the minute I switch to water.  It's an imperfect system honed over the course of my freshman and sophomore years of college, it's not much but it's what I've got.
So you can imagine my disgust when, at the Great Outdoors in High Springs, I watched someone drink, actually drink, The Brain.


February 11, 2012

That any self-respecting bartender would swim a curdled Bailey's in what I'm pretty sure was whisky and grenadine is unbelievable in and of itself but that anyone would drink it?  That just narsty, is what that is. 

The view from the sick bed

Home sick with the flu, and really the only remotely acceptable things to take pictures of were the kittehs.  I could have taken pictures of used tea bags, my bottle of ibuprofen or the piles of tissues, but that would be gross.  Even if you hate my kitteh pictures, I think we can agree that they are superior to the carnage of the February Funk. 
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February 8, 2012

February 9, 2012

Ah the wrath of the self-righteous

SHAME ON YOU!!  And in all caps too!  They must be really serious about that. 

February 7, 2012

The best part of this note?  It was left on a car with it's own legi thandicapped sticker.

The End of Another Football Season

By the status updates I saw on Facebook, many of the people I know were drinking away the sorrows of another football season drawing to an end. I myself may have indulged in a margarita or two on Monday night but it was much more from a love for margaritas than from mourning the end of football season.

February 6, 2012

Super Bowl Sunday

Super Bowl Sunday and the only picture I've got is my man Boston sitting in his "car." I did in fact watch the Super Bowl, in a bar, with some friends but I failed to take any pictures of said festivities.  So...Boston it is!

February 5, 2011

February Twofer: The Medieval Fair

You have NO IDEA the kind of restraint that it took to limit this day to only two pictures.  I took over forty-two pictures and all but two of them were winners.  Seriously. Sadly the project doesn't call for forty pictures a day, it exhorts me to be decisive (something I stink at) and concise (something I'm even worse at.) Nevertheless, in keeping with my original intentions - I shall try.

The Medieval Fair has come to Gainesville every single year since I've lived here but much like the Gainesville Raceway, I've never had the urge to see it in action.  Since this year is a year for firsts, and with the promise of beer, mead and mock hand to hand combat, I decided that I had put it off long enough.

It. Was. Awesome.

Which brings me to picture number one: the time we ran into a woman with a goat, or a lamb or...something small and fuzzie.  It doesn't seem like a great picture and probably isn't because it needs a little explanation but I've got the time and seeing as you're here reading, I can only assume that you do do.  This picture is EXACTLY how our day went.

 See Sarah in the background, left?  See that perplexed look on her face?  She's thinking that there is just NO WAY that the small baby animal in the medieval woman's arms isn't a puppy?  Then there's John right next to her collaborating, "it's definitely a puppy, or at the very least, a lamb, how does this woman think she can get away with calling it a goat?"  Then there's Meredith, once again single handedly taking on the responsibility of making us socially acceptable with intelligent questions such as "is she milk producing or raised for meat?" and giving people a reason not to lynch us. I can tell you that we ALL heaved a sigh of relief to hear that she was a milk goat/puppy/foal.

February 4, 2012

Probably an even better depiction of our day (and what I would have chosen if I had it in me to be concise) is Picture #2: the purchase of the sword.

February 4, 2012

Our challenge for the day was to make a souvenir purchase of less than ten dollars.  John failed utterly and purchased nothing but fried food and beer.  I purchased a Hoggetown Brewery pint glass - not very exciting but pretty typical since it was purchased out of guilt.  Sara however, really took stock and found the heart and soul of this challenge by purchasing one one wooden sword.  She's totally not going to regret that.

Girls Night In

When I was a kid there was nothing, and I mean, NOTHING better than having a sleepover. A few Friday's ago we discovered that time has done nothing to temper the enjoyability of a girls night in with movies and pizza. 

February 3, 2012

The addition of adult beverages, not getting in trouble for cursing and everyone going home around midnight to sleep in their very own beds only made it just that much better.

The unlikely, thought-to-be impossible has happened

February 2, 2012

I found a potato chip that I absolutely have no interest in eating.  

NTAC

In keeping with my decision to share more about what I do for a living while not revealing enough to warrant my firing, it begs to be told that I work with the hugest bunch of assholes you could ever meet.

Snuggied into shared desks we've (by in large) become the kind of people that take supreme joy in picking on each other.  Notice that one is speaking too loudly comes in the form of projectiles and I realized today as I threw my body weight behind punching John in the arm, that in most offices that would count most of what we do as workplace harassment.  I would watch out for that, but according to el jefe, it's only harassment if it's unwelcome. 

The newest piece of asshole-ish entertainment that seems to be circulating the office slipping binder clips on people's sweaters and coats when they're not looking.

I know, it's pretty racy stuff but we roll fast and lose in BMT Research.

Sadly, it must be admitted that I am the no-talent-ass-clown that started this one.  And like most ass-holey behavior, it has come back to bite me.  I'm not for exactly how long I carried this little hitch-hiker around on my fleece but it was long enough that John can't remember when he put it there. 

February 1, 2012

Like I needed help looking disheveled and scatter-brained.

It's a rough life

January 31, 2012

The soporific life I lead

When I finally got around to downloading the pictures from the last couple weeks I was amazed. If I were trying to catch me a man with this blog, this series of pictures would catch me one who is okay with a mundane, cat filled life. I'll try to find a life next week.

Operation Eat Breakfast strikes again, this weeks intallment: Baked Banana Bread Oatmeal with skim milk. 

January 30, 2012

 See? this is what I was talking about. I'm kicking off the series of pictures with oatmeal. OATMEAL people. Someone just shoot me now.






The only way to blog

It's my favorite, and really the only, way to blog: with two snuggly kittehs under a blankie.  This is even better when it's cold outside, which is to say about one month out of the year, so I like to make the most of it.

January 29, 2012