Flipflops in the Rain


is it still bragging if i’m eating cupcakes for dinner?

last night, i got a facebook comment from denver married friend: “You better stop bragging about all your gym going…remember…i could still kick your ass.” well that left me feeling kinda like an asshole. not because of the bragging (my consistent gym-going this past 9 months is probably my biggest accomplishment in about 20-some odd years), but because all i’ve been doing for the past week is talking about cupcakey deliciousness with pithy.

you see, my dear friend pithy will be starting grad school tomorrow at the prestigious Georgetown University (make sure to go give her a written pat on the back). while i’m extremely excited for her, i’m more excited that this will lead to even more motivation toward her dedication to bringing in yummy goodies to the office because two days a week, she’ll be mere blocks away from the notoriously tasty and popular…. georgetown cupcake!

since making this discovery, we’ve been going on and on about the variety of cupcakes we’ll be trying — chocolate banana, lemon berry, lava judge… i’ve even picked my birthday cupcake of choice from their list of monthly selections (April 3, white choc raz, thankyouverymuch). i’ve never even tried their cupcakes, but something tells me i’ll be eating them weekly until pithy graduates.

…and long story short, i’m over the asshole-ness feeling i was feeling, and i will continue bragging about my awesomely rockstar gym-going-ness via facebook and twitter. it’s not bragging if i’m still fluffy.



merry christmas, you filthy animal…

i just opened the last box on my advent calendar…. yea for Christmas!

it took me a while to get in the spirit this year, mostly because i didn’t realize it was december until we were already two weeks in. then, just as i was geared up for the holidays — including creating this nifty lil number for our ugly sweater party (my roommate calls it “The Lil’ Orphan That Tried”) — i was knocked out with the vicious stomach plague that seems to be making the rounds. Once I recovered from that, I was blessed with a death cold, which is now gracing me with its presence.

However, what’s a shortage of breath and a plethora of earaches and snot when it’s finally Christmas Eve?! i thought i’d be depressed today since this is my first Christmas away from my family, but i’m surprisingly pretty jolly. my nieces unfortunately will have to miss out on their annual holiday activities with Auntie Claus, but they should be receiving their Christmas cash just in the nick of time for me to keep wearing my Cool Aunt badge.  i’m also pleased to say that i finished all of my shopping yesterday on my lunch break — after starting it yesterday on my lunch break… (ahem, except of course for those of you who have been randomly selected to be a part of my inaugural New Year’s Gifts from Flippy Program. you can expect to see your gifts sometime before Dec. 31, 2009. and they might not be gifts at all. they might just be hugs. or beer. i’ve found that the two are pretty interchangeable.)

we’ve got free food covering every inch of the office until 3:01 p.m., when free booze magically appears in my hands and my belly. i love Christmas.

and now, a present to all of you, using my newly found talent for quickly and sloppily using Microsoft Paint:

my cat wishes you a very happy holiday!

my cat wishes you a very "Meowy Christmas. Hope it's PURRRRRRfect!" (don't worry -- in real life, she has legs.)



proof that i’m pretty normal and boring

Miss Crazy Eyes Lauren is forcing me to talk about myself again. Not that I usually have a problem with that, of course.

Seven Quirky, Kooky, Kinda Odd Things about Moi (other than being terrified of raccoons):

1. I make a lot of weird faces, particularly in front of a camera.* On Monday, D.R. sent me this link and said that the girl in the picture looked just like me. I actually look nothing like her, but I sent it around to 10 of my co-workers and they all said basically the same thing — “It’s the eyes and that creepy, twisted face she’s making.”

2. I hate socks and the way they constrict my feet.

3. I “quit” coffee once every six months or so. This goes along with my tendency for trying a new fad diet or exercise routine every six months or so.

4. I always cry when animals die in movies or on TV. The same can’t be said for when humans die.

5. I can never fall asleep at night and I can never wake up in the morning. I’m considering participating in a sleep study.

6. I’m extremely competitive, even when I’m not that good at something. Scratch that — especially when I’m not that good at something. This in turn makes me an extremely poor loser.

7. I was on a bowling team when I was 7.

I taggety tag whoever wants to do this…. Pithy‘s probably the only one who will do it.

*I asked Castlemonkey if he knew of anything I did that was quirky and this was all he could come up with. Validation that I’m fairly normal and boring.



things that suck bright and early this lovely monday
  • waking up at 4 a.m. and not falling back asleep right away.
  • finally falling asleep but oversleeping.
  • not having time to shower.
  • contacts ripping while in your eye.
  • contacts ripping when you don’t have a spare set or your glasses.
  • hypocrites.

i’m officially taking the rest of the day off from people and things who make me mad. if you need me, i’ll be hiding behind an attitude problem and an eye patch.



Someecards.com: making my work day more fun since 2007
October 17, 2008, 9:53 am
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boss’s day was yesterday, and i am proud to say not one but TWO of my favorite editors sent me the following ecard:

granted, one of them added the tagline “not yet, anyway.” i’m still taking the compliment.

which card did i send *my* boss? well:

i added the tagline “Just kidding. this didn’t take long at all — i spent the rest of the day on facebook.”



live tweeting about loud, fast, sexy cars

my first drag racing experience went much better than i expected. my dad is a starter for NHRA, so i had the luxury of watching the races as a Very Important (But Totally Confused) Person. i attempted to capture the excitement of being down at the starting line by constantly updating, but for the most part, i was caught up by the very, very loud intensity of the sport.

Tweet!: The race car edition*
– getting stoked to see my dad tomorrow
– Oil change blah. 05:46 PM October 09, 2008
– Successfully avoided packing for the weekend trip. 10:41 PM October 09, 2008
– only a few hours till a beautiful, redneck weekend in Southern Virginnie. 10:04 AM October 10, 2008
– in my next life, i will have superpowers that prevent me from ever having to sit in a car for two hours at a time. 03:13 PM October 10, 2008
– Time for the road trip after a delicious outback dinner. 07:55 PM October 10, 2008
– Car died. But I think we’re fine now. 08:49 PM October 10, 2008
– Pretty sure robin loves my voice 09:37 PM October 10, 2008
– We made it… and apparently I’m overdressed in my unlaundered jeans. 10:28 PM October 10, 2008
– Drag racing 101 12:15 AM October 11, 2008
– For some reason no one believes we’re part of the race car staff. 11:52 AM October 11, 2008
– Standing on a stool to see like the rest of the kids. 12:19 PM October 11, 2008
– Its cool, we’re VIP. 12:32 PM October 11, 2008
– Had no idea what we were signing up for–just signed a waiver form. Hmm… 01:11 PM October 11, 2008
– Holy mackerel, holy cow! 01:19 PM October 11, 2008
– Ear plugs are sooo underrated. 02:24 PM October 11, 2008
– Apparently just cuz I’m VIP doesn’t mean I’m above leaving my fly down. 02:55 PM October 11, 2008
– I’ve injected so many fumes, I might be high. 03:16 PM October 11, 2008
– Uh that would actually be, I’ve inhaled too many fumes. Brain. Functioning. Slowly. 03:21 PM October 11, 2008
– I think we were just on TV! 03:31 PM October 11, 2008
– I will trade anyone one dead robin for a tall latte. 04:43 PM October 11, 2008
– Done for the day. Bring me to my hoodie and flips, Jeeves. 05:46 PM October 11, 2008
– Hilary duff and bitch brew is the perfect break from drag racing. 06:58 PM October 11, 2008
– Break’s over. Watching for my dad on espn now. 07:16 PM October 11, 2008
– Completely lost in smelly Petersburg. 09:11 PM October 11, 2008
– Bacon wrapped steak and booze… Mmmmmmmmmmmm. 10:34 PM October 11, 2008
– Just did the midget dance during the pre race espn show. 09:10 AM October 12, 2008
– Just witnessed a funny car record win. 11:32 AM October 12, 2008
– Who wears red pumps to a sporting event? 12:14 PM October 12, 2008
– I think we’re finally getting it today… 12:18 PM October 12, 2008
– I want a new car now. Or maybe just a vespa. 12:42 PM October 12, 2008
– Finally made it to the suite w the free food and drinks. Gah! about 23 hours ago
– Watching the finals. about 21 hours ago
– My weekend of drag racing is over. Here’s hoping I don’t get a speeding ticket on the drive home. about 18 hours ago

and that concludes my whirlwind race weekend. who knew that after 25 years of trying to understand my dad’s fascination with cars, i would finally have an appreciation for them? can’t wait to go back!

* pretty sure my dad didn’t appreciate my “geeking out” on my blackberry while standing two feet away from professional racers.



i used to watch disney movies and that makes me cool

… which doesn’t really have anything to do with anything, except that i can name the seven dwarfs faster than three of my colleagues, and therefore, i get coolness points.

speaking of movies and mindless entertainment, i’m addicted to tv this fall. it’s getting ridiculous. a year ago, i watched one, maybe two, shows and only when i was really bored. this year, my sundays, mondays, tuesdays and thursdays are suddenly overpowered with brothers and sisters! gossip girl! fringe! the office! the other days of my week are filled with playing dvr catch-up.

i don’t know how people do this. when crazy eyes made a fall tv schedule a few years back, i mocked her viciously and shamelessly. now, i’m pretty sure my tv obsession is worse than hers and my head is pounding with useless knowledge about fictional pretty people and their in-no-way-realistic problems. then throw in the nonfictional pretty people and their in-no-way-realistic problems. seriously. when did i start caring about the hills or the girls next door or rachel zoe? and how do i get it to stop?!

the saddest part is that i haven’t even listed all the shows i actually watch in a week. or the ones that pithy and dead robin are trying desperately hard to turn me on to. or the football games i’ll be required to watch/sleep through in the upcoming months.

i’m afraid my perfectly crafted workout schedule is going to become extinct soon. any tips on how to conquer this zombie-like trance before it’s too late?



ruining people’s pictures is apparently a legitmate hobby

as you can tell, i’ve been at a loss for words. my life has been altogether way too boring (or way too complicated, depending on whether you’re me or not) to try and capture in words.

until now.

there’s a photo gallery online dedicated to people like me!

this is not me:

but it could be.

i suspect my face will grace the pages of this gallery sooner rather than later. i’m actually kind of afraid…



bridesmaid boot camp and other out-of-date updates

i’m in the office on a saturday, and it’s not the worst thing in the world (although visions of bill lumberg are dancing in my head). in fact, i finally have time for some bloggy TLC.

i worked out five times this week. it’s become less of a chore and more of a way to unwind. (i think i’m addicted to my gym’s sauna.) with that said, i’m not losing any weight after nine solid weeks of quitting chik fil a and co. this wouldn’t be such a bad thing (i’m only a lil round), but i have to squeeze into an already-too-snug bridesmaid dress in less than a month. said dress is 3,000 miles away from me, so I don’t exactly have time to get it altered before the big day. (is it sad that i’m this stressed about a big day that’s not even *my* big day? the bride thinks it’s pretty sad…)

anyway, long story short, i’m not giving up on this workout kick no matter what kind of bad news mr. scale wants to throw my way. i feel better, right? (insert eye roll here.)

i did have to give up my dreams of becoming a championship boxer, though. after my free class (which was awesome), i would’ve had to purchase a membership to continue. unfortunately for my wallet, a membership costs $75/month with a minimum 12-month commitment — excluding the additional costs for equipment. sigh. guess i’ll have to stick to less conventional means of drunkenly wrestling with my friends (yes, plural. sorry, wools — you’re no longer the last person i beat up).

non-related somewhat noteworthy topics:

last weekend, i went to the beach. next weekend, i’m going to the beach. next year, i think i’ll move to the beach. in the meantime, i’m looking past the scattered thunderstorms to a summer filled with enjoying this.

i got a crackberry. picture me mobile blogging.

i heart chuck klosterman. i just started “IV: a decade of curious people and dangerous minds,” which begins with an essay about britney circa 2003 — how could i not heart him? seriously, though, his books are hilarious. (yes, i’m the creepy girl laughing out loud while she reads in public.) do yourself a favor and go buy “killing yourself to live” right this instant.

i just found out my dad reads my blog. (hi, daddy!) this is still nowhere near as bad as when he and my mom joined facebook. or as bad as the last family vacation we all took together, but that’s an entirely different story that i’ll probably never tell.

my phobia of raccoons has become ridiculously exploited. i guess this is what i get for having ridiculous phobias.

speaking of ridiculous, i’ve been ridiculously boring in my weeks of silence, and i think that’s all the updates i’ve got for ya. i’ve even toned down my drinking in the wake of my bridesmaid bootcamp activities, so the embarrassing stories that i usually don’t publicly write about are pretty much nil. (seriously, pithy — that bucket o wine was a myth.)



on hiatus

the past two weeks have been a mess of tears, frustrations, conferences, visitors, new employees, canceled obligations and a whirlwind of other activities that have left my brain reeling and my body begging to crash headfirst into bed and not wake up for days. until i can catch a break from the work-related stressors, i prefer not to spend my downtime staring at a computer screen. instead, i’ve been filling my evenings with exercise (yea!) and my weekends with sunshine.

so while i can’t say how long or short this bloggy break will be, i can say i can’t wait to be back, bragging about my fast food fast (seven weeks today!) and gushing about my new veronica mars dvds.

latas.