i'm back.
the stress? it's pretty much gone. well, i mean, it's still lurking, it just seems to be lurking in the shadows now.
whew.
although i really needed to, i didn't come to work at all this past weekend. i left at 5:45 pm on friday and came back at 8:22 am on monday. yeah, you could say i'm a bit of a late morning to the office sort of person. i figure that working until 9 pm most nights makes that okay in my book.
friday night i baked cupcakes for alicia's birthday. devil's food with marshmallow creme gooey centers and chocolate cream cheese frosting. i even put candied colorful sprinkles on them and labeled them "happy birthday alicia" with that candy lettering. nice.
of course, it kind of read "ppy birali thciahaday" but that's okay. i didn't have a container big enough for all 19 cupcakes.
i opted out of canstruction saturday morning knowing full well that i needed to sleep a little later than usual and probably not socialize with coworkers while still in a mean demeanor. instead i cleaned the house a bit (total waste of time since i trashed it sunday night when i got home) and went to famous to look for a bday present for alicia. couldn't find one but found a pair of (faux of course) knee high boots for what i thought was $39.99. i've needed a pair of boots for awhile (my old ones are out of date) and they had these in brown and black. i call mom for support.
"uh. what should i get? black or brown? i mean, at $39.99 that price can't be beat. especially since they fit my scrawny calves pretty well"
"i'm in the middle of a conversation right now. black" click.
so i grab the last black pair there (they are my size, aren't i lucky?) and go to pay for them. the guy rings them up.
$17.
"are you kidding me?"
he looks perplexed. "uh no."
"no really. is that for real?"
"uh. yeah."
"i'll take the brown one's too"
so after establishing that although the brown ones are a half size bigger, they will fit said scrawny calves, i know am the proud owner of two pairs of knee high boots. well, three if you count my old out of date ones that i put on last night and can't even zip up my calves since my scrawny calves (and thighs) have decided to expand almost double in size since working out...so even if they were in style i couldn't wear them. which is sad because they are leather and used to fit oh-so-perfectly.
anyway, got alicia's present drove to independence.
that night we meet up with some of alicia's girlfriends and their husbands for dinner at a japanese steakhouse. there were 12 of us altogether.
as luck would have it (or not as you'll soon find out) we got the only japanese chef in the world who can't cook. nor could he properly spin or throw eggs. he had ZERO personality, kept coughing all over our food, burned our veggies, served completely raw salmon - three tries to get it cooked, and basically messed everything up. even our burnt veggies were without flavor because he forgot to put anythign on them while they were cooking. the beef was overcooked and tough. the chicken was just plain scary. he even burned the fried rice! and he took over 2.25 hours to cook our meal.
we have all been to this particular restaurant several times and have been completely happy with our meals in every other occassion. so we complained. everyone got $10 per meal and a $20 gift certificate for next time. i felt pretty bad for the guy but he really needed to look for a new vocation. his calling isn't in a japanese steakhouse.
after that we went bowling at one of those rock n bowl kind of places where they turn out the lights and turn on the blacklights and play satellite music (no dj anymore). well, we were having a good ole time until alicia, the sweetest person i know, got us kicked out of the bowling alley by some jerko cop. the sad part is that no one in our group has yet to figure out why he kicked her out. he was a complete jerk and had been all night.
at the time she was talking to josh (brother) and the manager about his ball getting stuck in the machine. (his ball, not the bowling alley's ball) and the manager claimed that he was at fault. alicia was just giving her side of the story. evidently the police officer came over to see what was going on and was a bit huffy with everyone. next thing you know he tells alicia to get out. johnny goes over to see what's up and says "that's my wife, what's going on?" and the guy says "you're out too"
it was insane!
it was a good thing it was almost over! we went home and vented for a good while!
i do have some fantabulous pics of the evening. mostly us gals, all with code names of course.
anyway, alicia and i just laid around sunday morning and watched movies and then her in-laws brought wyatt back home. i was so proud of how she did without him!
i got back to town around 4 pm and took a nap and did nothing. that was nice. relaxing. although i decided that the beer i drank had completely dehydrated my brain so much that my headache was never going to go away and i was going to go to sleep and never wake up.
talk about a paranoid hangover.
i woke up and came back to work. nothing has really changed except my attitude i guess.
i worked out last night for the first time since last wendesday. what a slacker! it felt good! i was alot faster than normal and burned about 30 more calories even though i went the usual time...
tonight is "find a dress for the semi-formal banquet" night. oh. and shoes. because the shoes at dillards are super onsale and i wouldn't mind buying myself a pair of carlo santana funky heels. sweet.
maybe one of these days i'll get to have a little time to make funnies again on here. (in the middle of writing that sentence i was called away for a meeting with another product rep...it never ends - this is what i got myself into!)
laters kiddos! - gonna go draw and listen to rhett miller's new cd "the believer."
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