7/26/2006

Well, I have to tell you that I had the best weekend. I was supposed to join Mississippi Candace for a bridal show in Lincoln on Sunday, but because my brain was mainly taking up space on Saturday morning, I got all dressed up, had some chocolate chip mini-muffins, and made my way on the one hour road to Nebraska's capital.
Thank the Lord I called Candace, because the fair was actually on Sunday. Sweet.

So instead, I called trusty Jana and we decided to have a breakfast at Le Peep. We both sampled the coffee and the mini denver omelet fit snugly in my stomach next to the mini-muffins. And then we sat there at our little table and talked until the place closed at 2.

From there we embarked on a mission. To Von Mauer, it was. Straight to the make-up counters, but oops we were distracted by the horribly cute and inexpensive adult clothing department. But alas, cute on the hanger they were,
but since my boobs are the size of two large life rafts, nothing really looked good.

Moving on, we tackled Estee Lauder. Holy crap was I scared when I saw the girl that would be performing the consultation on me was like a human puffy haired pony tail with braces and really pink lipstick. She looked 15 and like she had accidentally gotten into mom's makeup drawer after learning how to walk. But kick me in the face, she did a really really good job. I took copious mental notes and after a large chunk of change, I have a really nice make-up routine in the mornings.

Saturday night, me and Bri went to see "You, Me, and Dupree". The only thing I walked away with was: MAN I WANT THEIR HOUSE. So, it really wasn't the greatest of movies. But nice to spend an evening with Brizzy Sizzle.
And we tried a new restaurant that had really fresh tacos.

Sunday was bridalicious and you could never pay me to plan a wedding again. Brian cooked out on Sunday night. Cheeseburgers with grilled onions and all the fixin's. And me and Brian have been heavily invested in Arrested Development. We got the box set and we can't get enough. It kills me.

Do you guys watch project runway? Sweet Lord, I can't believe that the Angela girl was not kicked off. What did she say at the beginning? Skittles poofy bump? I don't understand her story about making a dress for an assistant to the director at an arts camp for 6 year old kids in Paris. And so help me, if she wears that poofy mini-skirt tafeta piece of shit one more time, especially with those slouchy high black military boots, I will lose all respect for Tim Gunn.

'night.

7/20/2006

"We all let people into our liVes.
but you will find that really good Friends
let you into your Own."

You know, sometimes I kind of just get into the routine of things here in NE, working a lone all day, talking and debating to myself, and being with Brian otherwise, that I just would kill to have my good friends around me, so accessible like they used to be. Well, this weekend I got to have my friends in town and it was like old times with this group.
(Minus Kel, who was saving lives in Joplin MO. Miss ya, Kel.)
Seriously, I can't remember a time when I've had a happier weekend.



Court and Jenny drove up Friday from KC. Court is the most creative person on this earth, and has the wit to match.

Jenny is the bubbliest person I know and can bring the fun on in any situation.

Like, for instance, when she randomly got up and put her shirt over Brian's head and shook her cans while Brian was forced to eat a mouthful of jubblies:


But let's get back to the weekend. After they arrived, we spoke of memories past, like the good times when we all played basketball together with LaRoy Asbury, Courtney's Murder Mystery Birthday party after she (FUCK!) dislocated her knee, and the good times at the Campbell household.

After getting ready, we got our dress on and headed over to Roja with Jana and Ted.

Court and Jenny joined the marg club with their mango and regular, respectively.

Chips and Guac, in my mouth and then we were all too full of magarita to eat much of our meal. But, alas, I was not too full to ask our waiter, heavy kevy, if he was on myspace, and in no time, we were switching myspace names and the next day he had 4 new friend requests.

Our next stop would be the old standby, Red Lounge.

Luckily, we got a good little spot in the back corner where we could all sit and be merry.


Here's where the night got a little interesting. Apparently, Jenny carries TWO stopwatches in purse.
And you know what that meant. Yup.
BEFORE:

AFTER:


Of course, we had to bother two nice men who were trying to enjoy some sushi from next door.
Jenny had the afro american, I had the asian. Jenny was team "LEFTOVERS" because she wanted some of their food and me and the dude that didn't want to have anything to do with me were team "RIDIN' DIRTY".

Anywhoo. Jana then called her pal Matty. He came over to Red (wearing a red shirt) and somehow for the life of me,
we ended up with these pictures:


Seriously. I didn't even know this dude. But by the looks of the second picture, I got served.

Commercial break for an Omaha family picture:


On Saturday, we arose at the crack of noon to venture on down to the Old Market where it was a balmy 104 degrees. We ate at the Upstream Brewery and I sweated through my pants. We shopped the shops and then Brian drove us home. But first to a McDonald's, where Jenny wouldn't poop because a fly was on the seat and Courtney was pissed at the fun killers for giving the special needs people a free kids cone, but not her.
Well I got sour news for you McDonalds: You've lost our business.

Saturday afternoon we took the kids to the new walmart where the three of us scoured the craft isle, for that night's craft. Don't worry, it's something we do. We settled on those little beads you put on the peg board and then iron to make them stay that way.

God it was so awesome. Courtney was the true master, creating details that no mere mortal could reproduce. Jenny made coasters, and I just made a few pretty patterns. And Brian was our ironer. At the station, ready in a moments notice. Don't think we didn't include him in craft time. We bought him this:

But he somehow was interested in the paint-by-number "Hang in There" kitty.

Oh yeah, and while mingling around Wal-Mart, me and Court tried on the sweetest jeans ever in jean history.


Let me tell you, those pants really didn't "breathe". They were slick though.. I mean, tight like a tiger.


And really, it was the greatest weekend. Good to be around pals again.
Court, Jenny, I feel like I just deep-throated a google.

7/12/2006

OMG.
Ok, so I'm about to tell this story, knowing fairly well that I will be risking serious cool points.
Bear with me, please don't think any less of me, and for the love of Nancy, please still be my friend.

Ok, so. I HAVE HIRED A TRAINER. I'm sick of looking like a walking vat of cottage cheese, slash, gigantic lumpy beach ball, slash, 42 gallon Glad trash bag filled with soup. So, I took the plunge. May I tell you that I love my trainer? She is basically the bomb.com/org.edu to me. Mind you, last week, I could not lift my arms higher than my hip and my legs occasionally gave out on me while in mid walk. Now, I feel so alive and good and I'm lifting weights and she's teaching me all this stuff and I just feel mentally perfect. And alas, I have drastically cut back on my goldfish consumption. Not to worry though, I'm not like doing repetitive pull ups or anything.

So, now that you have the background, let me tell you what I just realized. I was talking on the phone to sister Laura, I look down to pick a hair off my shirt, and something does not look right on my shorts. My workout shorts. Because I had just got back from the gym. AND BECAUSE THERE WAS A RIP RIGHT DOWN MY CROTCH THE SIZE OF GEORGIA. So, what that basically means is that sometime mid-work out with my trainer woman, my body separated my pants crotch-style. And it's sliced in such a way that it conviently forms a semi circle, revealing my colorful gap body undies. So, there I was, doing side lunges, over a ball, facing trainer, and probably giving her an education in female anatomy. Jesus. We're talking, this gaping tear is not in an area protected by the cover of my over-sized T-shirt. Oh my God, I also did like high knees on a step. Right in front of her. My mind is going through of the possibilities of crotch show-age. What's worse, is that before washing these shorts yesterday, I also wore them last week when I did freaking length-of-the-gym power lunges. So there is a supreme possibility that I have been displaying this gaping rip during multiple trainer visits.

So, sweet. Can I also add that there were many dudes and various gym rats that could also have seen my sweet D's?
I'm buying a lot of new pants tonight a sporting goods store.

In lighter news, I found something: (click here for the goods)

7/02/2006

Wow, this weekend has been wonderful.
Right now I'm in my office. Scrapbooking. Listening to old CDs. Searching my favorite websites. And working on a long list.

Things have been slow lately, and that's fine by me. I think Brian's finally feeling better and life is slowing down just a tad. I was back in KC quickly to ship a magazine and celebrate my birthday with the fam. I had the best time being back with them. I got lots of good scrapping stuff, desert plates, the largest earrings you'll ever meet, CRANIUM, and this:

Yeah an awes Vera Bradley tote. A little bigger than this one. So bright and rad.

This weekend we hung out at Red with Jana, EFitch, and Adam. It was so nice to sit out on the patio. Earlier we had went to Rick's Boathouse and I had calamari that were a little un-naturally thick. Also the shrimp were delicious.

Saturday, we laid around and rented Just Friends, and Everything Is Illuminated.
We haven't watched the latter yet, Montie, so we'll let you know when we get to it.

Today was sweet because it started out with a couples massage at Garbo's Salon. We had been waiting to do this since Valentine's Day, and finally it fit. Except Brian got the good lady and I got some dude with like a goat mustache. He kind of looked like a goat too. All in all, he had good hands, but apparently ran out time and I didn't get my arms massaged. That's the best part people. Oh well. We napped all afternoon.

Tonight I'm hoping to see The Devil Wears Prada with Joe and Brian. Those guys are the best.
We're also grilling out and making hot chicken apps. Yea for long weekends.