Busy Bee

Obviously I've started my new job.

It rocks. On a foggy morning, this is what I see on my way to work:




I'll take fog covered mountains and vineyards over a freeway any day- that and it takes about 12 minutes to get there from my house.

Speaking of my house, another reason I've been rather MIA from blogging recently is due to the fact that The Hubby is amazingly awesome and built the cabinet and bookshelf that I wanted for our office. I helped, (and by this I clearly mean holding something in place, observing as he used the nail gun, and giving wonderful advice), and it came out fantastic. Here's before we started:

What the hell would you do with this space? If we were to have the builders do their built-in cabinet and desk thingy it would have cost us over $1,500.00. Insane, especially since The Hubby is so damn handy. This is the result:

This pic was taken from my iPhone so it's not the greatest, but didn't he do an amazing job? It was his first cabinet and book case. The only thing missing is the handle, which we have but we need longer screws.

And that's all. I'll be trying not to go so long in between posts this time.

Holy Tired Monday

I am tired. I think I almost fell asleep driving to work this morning. I had my ten year high school reunion on Saturday, and despite it being a bit on the ghetto side, I am amazed at how much fun I had. To give you an idea of how things went, I took a few pictures. I'm sweet like that.


First off, The Hubby influenced me to wear a boob shirt, and it was boob-alicious. It was paired with my favorite heels, which conveniently got left at Innocent M's house, and no matter what she tells me I know she was trying to steal them.

Things started at Sushi with great intentions and quite innocently with a 22oz of deliciousness:

Mmmm, still makes my mouth water. I should note that I was smart enough to stay away from cocktails all night. Tequila shots on the other hand.....Well, let's just say that I felt I had to keep up the school spirit (because of this I was hangover free Sunday- yay!).

Since we all were overtaken by the amount of school spirit being slapped around, the beginning looked like this:

Which in turn led to this:

Now, I don't really condone this type of action, as it could have ended up not so great. On the flip side though, the couple in the car got a nice ass shot and she didn't have to walk across the parking lot in her heels. It ended up win-win I think.

When we got to the club from dinner we confabulated* with other fellow Alumni. For the most part people looked the same and a few people who looked a lot better and were probably late bloomers. My friend DTheMan, whom I've kept in touch with over the years, showed up straight from a wedding- tux and all. He joked about us being the only cool kids that decided to show up and proceeded to pick out who he wanted to bang. Yeah, he's classy.

There was a lot of things like this:

I bet you can't dance like that. What you can't see is that we also had our gangsta faces on too. The Hubby and I took a cab back to Innocent M's house, and I was able to see most of my good girlfriends that next day before we left town, as well as running into Sweetie and his girlfriend during brunch. No matter how big SR gets, it's still a small town when it's where you grew up.

*I originally used the word "canoodled" here, but upon looking it up to check my spelling I saw that it really means to "caress, fondle, or pet amorously"...yeah, not what we were doing, which is when I found the awesome word I replaced it with, which means to informally chat.

Since I'm so super busy at work today, I thought I'd toss out some really good text messages from the last few days. Made especially nice since I don't really text message much anymore.

"Thanks 4 letting me throw up on you again"

"...Pee on her face, that should work."

"....im gonna need 2 call u and tell u a rad idea i have about filming us punching people."

*Sigh* It doesn't feel like Friday, and I have way too much crap to do this weekend. I promise to have some great story about my high school reunion that's on Saturday. It should be interesting...or interestingly stupid.

Way Back Wendnesday

Welcome to the first edition of Way Back Wednesday. Happy Hump Day y'all.

For the first WBW I should introduce you to Innocent M. More likely than not you'll hear a lot about her on WBWs- she's been my constant partner in crime throughout life, not only because she's one of my best friends, but also because we're related and had no choice.

Firstly, I'd like to give you an idea of how cute and innocent Innocent M and I were when we were Wee Tots:

I didn't block the faces of this picture because a) how f-ing cute are our faces and how could I dare not show you, and b) it's not like I'm pimping out some body's baby on the Internet.

You may notice that Innocent M is chillin' rather care-free while I push her around. Don't let that fool you. As I was busy master-minding stupid shit while we were growing up, she fully participated in each and every thing- at least that's the way I remember it, and honestly, isn't that the only thing that matters?

Innocent M is not innocent. But don't tell her I told you.

When we were about 14 (we're less than a month apart), we found my mom's camera. This was before the digital era, and there was only a picture or two taken on the roll of film. Bored, we decided to have a photo shoot. We put on make-up and did our hair (crazy bangs and all) and sat outside grandma's backyard posing each other all afternoon.

How pissed off was my mom after developing the film- a full roll of 32 pictures and all she gets are shots of either Innocent M or I holding on to the rope swing, glancing down at the daisy in our hand, perched on a wooden fence...you get the gist.

I can't wait to scan the pictures and post a few, because you bet your sweet ass I still have some.

UPDATE: After a bit of a wait, here you go:

Innocent M

Moi

*When a Wednesday comes when I've been drinking for some reason, I'll post a WBW involving faux camping, boys, and being detained by the police.

A New Week

I got a new J-O-B, yay for me. (That was my sing-songy voice.)

I had been after something completely different initally, but with no hope of that working out, I went on a two hour interview week before last for a company that can make me some really good connections- for now and for the future-and can provide job security. I get a discount on a several number of things, including-yay for me- a certain type of vino. I start the week of the 18Th, and cannot wait- especially since my office will be about ten minutes from my casa. Ten minutes! I could even ride my bike there. (Yeah right, like I'd do that more than twice...okay, once).

Needless to say, the end of this year is looking to be super busy. With the new training for my job and Renaissance Faire coming up, I think every weekend until the end of the year is now booked. I can safely say to some people that I wont see them until next year- and it's only August.


Happy Tuesday, yo.

Flying the Napa skyway...

So Big A and I had reservations with The Hubbies (The Hubby and Hubby B) to go hot air balloon riding over the Napa Valley this weekend. We had put it off once before due to all the California fires, so we had been looking forward to it already for months. Wouldn't you know it though- we get rip-roaring shit-faced drunk the night before with my awesome in-laws. I think The Hubby said there were 11 empty wine bottled when he woke up. We also went through a small bottle of lemon cello. Ouch. The next thing I know (after dragging out of bed at 4AM), we were in Napa getting coffee while it was still dark. A 5.30 reservation comes awfully fast when you don’t go to sleep (read: pass out) until 3AM.

In case you didn't know, this is how you properly gear up to jump in a hot air balloon:

We made it there, still under the influence- with Big A yelling at me to stop blasting the iPod on my iPhone since she was pretty sure the other people in the van didn’t want to hear my music. So what if she was probably right- it was a really, really good song, dammit!

After almost landing on a homeless shelter’s roof, then ramming into the side of the hill (not to mention that the operator [instructor, pilot, WTF is he called?] decided to take a liking to Big A and pin her souvenir on her shirt himself, practically taking her nipple with him):

We landed in a lovely field covered in spiky weeds, and were whisked away to a champagne brunch. We do have some doubt on the validity of them being able to call it a brunch when it was before 8AM, and on any other day we would have guzzled down the bottomless mimosas, but were starting to become hung-over at that point, and all Big A and I could think about was bacon and spinach.

Big A had the great idea of a nap in what we deemed the “Audi Inn”. How odd would it be to see 4 adults sleeping in a car in the parking lot of a busy restaurant? We only got one knock on the window (that I remember), and it was a few of the other people that were in our basket- laughing at us. They asked what we were going to do after we ate, and I suppose they thought that Big A was joking when she told them we were going to sleep somewhere.

When the wine tasting commenced, we proceeded with being not quite sober, but not quite not (heehee), and sayings like “Code Click 47”, “it didn’t rock my shock”, and calling Rocky Mountain Oysters “Sweet Idaho Potatoes”. The important thing to remember here is that we thought we were SO funny. Since Big A’s Hubby was driving and as a result needed to remain sotally tober, I’m sure we weren’t as entertaining to him as we were to ourselves, but the vino made sure we didn’t care at that point.

This is us thinking we're cute, when in fact we're just drunk:

We made another trip to Castillo de Amorosa, and because Big A and Hubby B are wine club members, we felt super special when we were whisked away to our own private tasting room deep within the castle.

By the time we made it to dinner I think we were all fading pretty fast. I’m happy that The Hubby and Hubby B put up with the Big A and JL show…Not that they have a choice. I think it helps that we’re cute, not to mention that they’re married to us. Suckers.