The Blairs

A couple days ago I spent some time over at the Blair’s with their new son Rowan. Well, he is not so new anymore…he is already 4 months old! I can’t believe how quickly the time has passed. Just look at the cute little monkey.

It is a crack up to listen to Ryan speaking in a high girly “baby talk” voice to Rowan. He is such a good dad.

He was getting Rowan to laugh so hard! And it caused Ryan and Ashley to start cracking up which in turn made Rowan laugh even harder. Hilarious!

I am SO EXCITED to have these moments with Rocket!! Oh man, that poor little guy is going to hate my camera after a few days.

What Part of “Exactly” is Unclear to You?

Today Jeremy and I went to this Greek place around the corner for lunch. The girl working the register seemed fairly competent until Jeremy tried to place his order. It seemed like a very simple, clear request but apparently we were wrong. This is what happened:

Me (ordering first): I would like the single chicken souvlaki with rice and a pita and a bottle of water.

Waitress (to Jer): And you, sir?

Jer: I will have exactly what she ordered.

Waitress: You want the chicken souvlaki?

Jer: Yes.

Waitress: You want rice with that?

Jer: Yes.

Waitress: You want pita?

Jer (now trying to ease the “your a fucking moron” tone from his voice): Yes

Waitress: You want bottled water?

Jer (looking at me, completely dumbfounded): Yes.

I am sorry. I don’t mean to sound like a total dick, but is there some other definition of the word “exactly” that I am not aware of? I can picture her having this conversation with someone:

Waitress: That guy looks exactly like Richard Pryor!

Person she is talking to: What are you talking about? That guy is white.

Waitress: Well I didn’t say they were identical.

In Which I Have a Heart Attack

Totally ripped off the blog-titling styles of Badass Geek.

This morning when I tried to log into my computer at work I kept getting an error that my password was invalid. I tried numerous times to get it to work, being extra careful to enter what I thought was the correct information. But for some reason I wasn’t able to log in. Well after a few attempts the panic started to set in.

Why; do you ask? The last time someone tried to log in to their computer and couldn’t, they were getting fired. Suffice it to say, I freaked out a little. I couldn’t think of any reason why I would be getting fired. And certainly not without any sort of warning or probation period. I don’t know about you, but sheer panic is not the way I like to start my workday.

Fortunately my keyboard was just being finicky and I was eventually able to log in.

My heart is still racing.

Everyday Life – Family Photos

This is one of my favorite pictures of my brother and sister and me. We actually have one more sister, but for some reason she is not in the picture. This really makes me miss Halloween as a child. The thing I really love about this picture is that this could have actually been taken just on any old day. Our grandmother was very much into theater and we always loved to play dress up with her costumes.

This is a picture of me at the ripe old age of five. Getting ready to rock out to some Bach and Handel on the piano, apparently. Nothing says future classical pianist like a rainbow nightgown!

Age Can Be Deceiving

This week I have had three people ask my age and all three were shocked to find out that I was over the age of 24. While I am very flattered, it totally cracks me up. What should some one my age look like? Should I be on the verge of having one too many visits to Dr. Pullmeface Fixmaboobs? Should I look like Joan Rivers who, according to the Bob and Tom Show, will have a goatee if she has one more face lift?

For those who don’t know me, what would you guess my age will be on my upcoming birthday?

Try not to let my love of profanity, toilet humor, and hatred of Elijah Wood influence your guess. I am over the age of 12, despite what my blog may tell you.


May your day be filled with many slices of chocolate cake and several good birthday spankings!

Everyday Life – Guitar Hero Aerosmith

What do you think? Too much?

Side note:
Good lord! Why didn’t anyone tell me I was such a freak? Maybe I should look into becoming a professional provider of “courtesy thumbs.” TOTALLY KIDDING. I have no desire to stick my thumb up anyone’s nappy whale eye. I don’t care how much money they are offering.