Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!

In the spirit of the holiday, a little Charlie Brown. Enjoy! These shows always make me warm and fuzzy...I can't wait for Sam to be old enough to share my excitement and popcorn.

BTW, I am not savvy enough on blogger to figure out how to post this as a nice little screen that you click play on. And, with a one year old, I have no time to try and figure it out.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008


1. For the record, I totally endorse quitting life and moving to foreign countries. I merely suggested that there may be some road blocks along the way (AKA baby daddies). Whenever you are ready Lora, call me.

2. While I love my sapphire engagement ring, I do not recommend one. It is smashed to pieces because I don't know how to act. I bartended the first 5 years I owned this lovely piece of jewelry and now that I am on the other side of the bar, I frequently challenge my fellow slobs to arm wrestling matches. I am pretty sure those of you frequenting this blog are not very delicate, scrappy girls should stick with diamonds.

3. I am outraged by the fact that Lora has 7-8 days off days off from Jake. I really don't know how to make this happen in my life. What makes matters worse is that I am booked solid for this entire week so I can't even get a piece of the action.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Cats (update)

Well, after much debate and opinions sought, I decided to adopt this sweet, little kitty.

Her name is Ethel (we'll change that). She is about 9 weeks old. She's not officially mine yet, but I am approved for adoption.

Thanks to everyone who gave input!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Diane, Samantha, and I had a baby free WedSpag last night, and let me tell you- it was delicious. The baby free part. The Trader Joe's gnocchi were good, but not as good as the 99cent Anna ones you can find in your grocer's freezer. Diane came through with the TJ's meatless meatballs and we each had a couple cans of Miller Lite (in beer cozies because it was just too damn cold in my house to touch the can with your bare hands) and ate on the couch instead of at the table (on account of not having to set an example for anyone) and talked about important things like which Aveda shampoo is best and why Americans traditionally chose diamonds in their engagement rings even though sapphires and emeralds are ten times more beautiful (so they don't crack and chip because we are damned brutes who can't take care of our stuff) and why it probably isn't a good idea to drop out of life and run away to foreign countries.

You know, important things.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


Fellow Wed-Spag Ladies, I need advice.

I am considering getting a second cat. I know many of you are "cat people," so I was hoping you could help me make a decision.

My current cat--also known as princess--is very sweet and loves to play, but I'm not sure how she'd feel about another critter in the house. Sometimes she seems lonely (like when I'm ignoring her to do dishes or something), and I think: "she needs a friend."

I love cats. More is always better. Well, maybe not MORE litter boxes and vet bills.

What to do? What to do?

Thursday, November 6, 2008


I propose to make it official. The third Wednesday of every month is Miercoles Chili night.

All in favor?

Wednesday, November 5, 2008


Last Wednesday all us girls got together for the first time since forever. As in, it is probably the first time Luisa, Heather, Nicole, Tavia, Annie, MIkey, and I have been in a room together. We all worked at the same bar around the same time but Luisa jumped ship to Ireland soon after I started, Annie jumped ship to Devon, Heather moved to San Diego, Nicole had Kennedy, Mikey and I got a big girl jobs, Tavia got suburban, and we all grew up somewheres along the way. And managed to spit out eight babies between the lot of us. Who would've guessed that the original fatgirls could grow up to be fatladies?

I love you girls. We didn't know each other as children but we shared that weird transition period between college and adulthood, and I consider you my sisters.

Whose idea was it to try to put these kids on the steps and get their picture? I didn't get any of Keira. Putting a six week old on the third step didn't seem safe, but she is awfully adorable.

Next time we'll get Lynn and Christa and Kat in the mix and we'll leave the babies with the daddies.
Trouble and mayhem will ensue