People often say it's the little things that matter. I think they're referring to little things like hugs and kisses, sunshine and teddy bears. You know, the good things ( well, sorta...I personally cannot stand stuffed animals).
I like to think it's the little things that will turn a perfectly lovely Tuesday into a living hell. But that's just me...I'm a little more "glass half empty".
So, I get up this morning and rush off to an incredibly long-winded meeting at work, which lasts just short of 4 hours. This is followed by another "one-on-one" meeting with my boss in which we discuss, well nothing exciting, unless of course you like balance sheets and human resources. I leave there and head straight to the office with no lunch, only to spend the remainder of the day entertaining some recent college grad who is interning at the bank. Small talk sucks.
By 3:00, I want to eat my arm ( no lunch, remember), so I run out for a quick bite...egg salad sandwich. Of course, there is absolutely no time to eat at a table or while stopped, must eat on the go and make the most of my 10 minute respite from the office. So, I pull back into my parking place, chomping down on the last bite of my sandwich, only to find that half of the egg salad is on my brand-new navy blue suit, purchased just yesterday. And when I say all over, I mean buttons are covered and the sleeve looks like a bottle of mustard. Lovely.
I make the most of the situation and run back in to finish my gig and behold!...a package arrives. And it's for me!!
I knew all along what it was, but having the mailman drop something in your hands never gets old. I opened it slowly to reveal my new Wii game, Wii Active. Allegedly, it's the best and most fun workout ever, so I thought I'd get it and see. At last, a highlight to the day!!
I come home, change clothes, run an errand or two, and come back home with excitement comparable to a kid on Chirstmas morning. I break open the package, get help from the Mr. turning on the TV ( I mean I know how to turn on a TV...it's all that "Input" business and "Video 1" that always gets me), and hit power on my Wii.
And guess what? Nothing happens.
Is it plugged in? Yes.
Is it brand spanking new? Yes.
Should it work? Abso-freakin-lutely.
But it doesn't. It's dead. So, I stomp off and cry...yes, I really did. Why? Because it was just one "little thing" that pushed this girl over the edge.
Move over sunshine, the clouds are rolling in....
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
You Can't Take Us Anywhere...
What a great weekend!!! I came home Friday night at 6:00 and was asleep by 7:30. Now that's the start to something exciting if ever there was.
On Saturday, the Mr. got his third birthday cake of the week. Yes, his third. My sweet Mama baked him a Carrot Cake on his "real" birthday and on Saturday night after dinner and drinks at The Club, sweet Anne invited us over for yet another birthday cake for the Mr...this time it was Red Velvet....and good!!
Back to the whole title of this post....yeah, so you really can't take the four of us (Anne, Cory, Mr. and Me) anywhere. The pictures tell the story better than I.

It always starts out this way...

It only takes one "prom" pic to change the course of the night...

This was their "Just Married" pic. We had just finished discussing Anne and Jeff's one ( and only) date. A classic story..

Nothing says "Thug Life" like two white girls in the back of a Mini Cooper wearing a LaCoste hat and a Masters hat. Nothing I tell you.

The Mr. takes a view of the City of Birmingham. Lots of police lights.

Sometimes I just do things like this...just sometimes.

And this...

Japanese tourist, meet Anne. Welcome to America.

We can act civilized when necessary...but then and only then.

Happy Birthday, Jeff...AGAIN!!
So, it gets better. On Sunday we visited with our friends John and Amanda to celebrate her 28th birthday as well. And what does he get? His name on her cake,too. Four cakes is enough. I love the Mr., but let's move on to another holiday already.
Like MY Birthday!
On Saturday, the Mr. got his third birthday cake of the week. Yes, his third. My sweet Mama baked him a Carrot Cake on his "real" birthday and on Saturday night after dinner and drinks at The Club, sweet Anne invited us over for yet another birthday cake for the Mr...this time it was Red Velvet....and good!!
Back to the whole title of this post....yeah, so you really can't take the four of us (Anne, Cory, Mr. and Me) anywhere. The pictures tell the story better than I.

It always starts out this way...

It only takes one "prom" pic to change the course of the night...

This was their "Just Married" pic. We had just finished discussing Anne and Jeff's one ( and only) date. A classic story..

Nothing says "Thug Life" like two white girls in the back of a Mini Cooper wearing a LaCoste hat and a Masters hat. Nothing I tell you.

The Mr. takes a view of the City of Birmingham. Lots of police lights.

Sometimes I just do things like this...just sometimes.

And this...

Japanese tourist, meet Anne. Welcome to America.

We can act civilized when necessary...but then and only then.

Happy Birthday, Jeff...AGAIN!!
So, it gets better. On Sunday we visited with our friends John and Amanda to celebrate her 28th birthday as well. And what does he get? His name on her cake,too. Four cakes is enough. I love the Mr., but let's move on to another holiday already.
Like MY Birthday!
Friday, August 21, 2009
Two Posts In One Night..I Can't Resist
I am really not much of a television watcher as many of you know. Although I do occasionally delight in a few highly educational shows such as "Kendra" and "Megan Wants A Millionaire".
However, show me an informercial and I am hooked. I mean this is, after all, my second posting about infomercials.
I have a new favorite.

Thank you Time Life.
I can't take my eyes off Tammy Wynette's coral dress as she sings
"D-I-V-O-R-C-E". Or maybe it's the hair. Or is it the dress? It's just so much to take in.
And when Johnny sings "Folson Prison Blues", I swear I hear that train a'coming.
Lord, don't get me started on Loretta Lynn. The minute she hits a high note I'm transported to a kitchen table where I'm chain smoking Marlboro Reds, watching the clock and waiting for the Mr. to come home with whiskey on his breath.
Thank God these selections are only available for a limited time, because I'd be in big trouble.
However, show me an informercial and I am hooked. I mean this is, after all, my second posting about infomercials.
I have a new favorite.

Thank you Time Life.
I can't take my eyes off Tammy Wynette's coral dress as she sings
"D-I-V-O-R-C-E". Or maybe it's the hair. Or is it the dress? It's just so much to take in.
And when Johnny sings "Folson Prison Blues", I swear I hear that train a'coming.
Lord, don't get me started on Loretta Lynn. The minute she hits a high note I'm transported to a kitchen table where I'm chain smoking Marlboro Reds, watching the clock and waiting for the Mr. to come home with whiskey on his breath.
Thank God these selections are only available for a limited time, because I'd be in big trouble.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Today I Learned The Following....
1. Mini Cooper drivers of the world have a secret club, into which you cannot be inducted until you, too, drive one of "their" cars.
Today I am driving around town, minding my own business, when I start to realize that there are people on both sides of me, inside their cars, waving hysterically.I just smiled. I don't deal in "strangers".
They drive off and it occurs to me that they are in a Mini Cooper, too, and apparently when you see another Mini, you wave. Hysterically.
So, I come home tonight, after this having occured once again on the ride home, and out of nowhere, the Mr. asks me if I am aware of this phenomenon. I was stunned, for it had happened to him, too. More than once, and as always, hysterically. He likes it. He's just that kind of guy. Not I. My hands are firmly planted at "10" and "2".
2. Bernie Madoff, my favorite little Ponzi schemer, attended my alma mater during his freshman year of college. I'm probably the last to know this, but I am totally intrigued by this fact. Other notable alums: Timothy Leary of 1960's counterculture fame, me, and Joseph Warrington.
Don't know him? Why he's none other than the President of Waterville, USA in lovely Gulf Shores, Alabama. And while his name does appear on Wikipedia in the notable alumni section, I feel certain he added it himself.
Screamin'Demon, here I come!! (http://www.watervilleusa.com)
Today I am driving around town, minding my own business, when I start to realize that there are people on both sides of me, inside their cars, waving hysterically.I just smiled. I don't deal in "strangers".
They drive off and it occurs to me that they are in a Mini Cooper, too, and apparently when you see another Mini, you wave. Hysterically.
So, I come home tonight, after this having occured once again on the ride home, and out of nowhere, the Mr. asks me if I am aware of this phenomenon. I was stunned, for it had happened to him, too. More than once, and as always, hysterically. He likes it. He's just that kind of guy. Not I. My hands are firmly planted at "10" and "2".
2. Bernie Madoff, my favorite little Ponzi schemer, attended my alma mater during his freshman year of college. I'm probably the last to know this, but I am totally intrigued by this fact. Other notable alums: Timothy Leary of 1960's counterculture fame, me, and Joseph Warrington.
Don't know him? Why he's none other than the President of Waterville, USA in lovely Gulf Shores, Alabama. And while his name does appear on Wikipedia in the notable alumni section, I feel certain he added it himself.
Screamin'Demon, here I come!! (http://www.watervilleusa.com)
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay
The Mr. and I are back from a long weekend with the fam on the Bay. I'll let the pictures do the talking....

Dinner...BBQ

My nieces, Molly and Lauren, feeding the birds...and apparently eating their treats as well.

Watching the sun set on Mobile Bay....heaven on Earth.

The whole reason we were there...my Grandmother's 85th birthday. Boy, was she surprised!

The little darlings heading in for breakfast.

So cute...even at 6:30 in the morning. I was the adult supervision on the water while everyone else slept.

I learned from my 9 year old niece that "no party is complete without crazy straws". Jeff's party was complete...

Can't read the writing? Happy Birthday, Jeff!!! I think??!!

Surprise!!!

My beautiful sister, Laura, and my niece, Molly.

It just doesn't get any better...

The Mr. testing out his new clubs, a birthday gift from me. Of course, I forgot the golf balls, which is like giving a kid a train without batteries. Pine cones, might I add, make wonderful "golf" balls.

The party planner, Molly, and her favorite aunt and uncle!!

I'm pretty much a big fan of this kid....
It was a wonderful, wonderful weekend. Well, there was this one little incident that could've easily spoiled it all, but thanks to the kindness of strangers, we only swam the boat in for 45 minutes from the middle of the Bay. Otherwise, we'd still be pulling that thing to shore. It wasn't funny at the time, but the video is priceless. That's right...the video. Because while some of us used our life jackets as harnesses and scissor kicked towards land, my sister, the Spielberg of the Cone family, took a video.
Hey Laura...Really?
Dinner...BBQ
My nieces, Molly and Lauren, feeding the birds...and apparently eating their treats as well.
Watching the sun set on Mobile Bay....heaven on Earth.
The whole reason we were there...my Grandmother's 85th birthday. Boy, was she surprised!
The little darlings heading in for breakfast.
So cute...even at 6:30 in the morning. I was the adult supervision on the water while everyone else slept.
I learned from my 9 year old niece that "no party is complete without crazy straws". Jeff's party was complete...
Can't read the writing? Happy Birthday, Jeff!!! I think??!!
Surprise!!!
My beautiful sister, Laura, and my niece, Molly.
It just doesn't get any better...
The Mr. testing out his new clubs, a birthday gift from me. Of course, I forgot the golf balls, which is like giving a kid a train without batteries. Pine cones, might I add, make wonderful "golf" balls.
The party planner, Molly, and her favorite aunt and uncle!!
I'm pretty much a big fan of this kid....
It was a wonderful, wonderful weekend. Well, there was this one little incident that could've easily spoiled it all, but thanks to the kindness of strangers, we only swam the boat in for 45 minutes from the middle of the Bay. Otherwise, we'd still be pulling that thing to shore. It wasn't funny at the time, but the video is priceless. That's right...the video. Because while some of us used our life jackets as harnesses and scissor kicked towards land, my sister, the Spielberg of the Cone family, took a video.
Hey Laura...Really?
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
My, Oh My, What A Wonderful Day!!
I won!!!!! A car!!!!


To say it has been an exciting day would be a total lie. This day has been beyond amazing....ranking right up there with the only other day I remember in my life where I smiled so much my face hurt.
So here I am with my brand new 2009 Mini Cooper Convertible in Sparkling Silver!!
The Regions magnets and balloons are gone, although it was suggested I leave the magnets on to promote brand image. Thanks, but no thanks.
I'm not vain, but damn , I look good in that car.
Things That Go Bump In The Night
It's 4 am and I have been awake for two hours now, doing my best to keep quiet so that the Mr. and our darling little Rudy puppy can get their rest. I hate being quite, and moreover, I hate not being able to sleep.
It's funny what goes on in the middle of the night that you would miss if say, oh, you were sleeping like a normal person. The sounds the Mr. makes can be ferocious. The informercials are amazing...like really good ones you don't see during waking hours. I like to start on Channel 2 and go straight on through to 60-whatever and just count. And laugh. Tonight's favorite: Out Of Your Life Jewelry. Got some old earrings from a boyfriend? An engagement ring or two? Well get them out of your life and earn some extra cash for things you really want like a vacation to Tahiti. ( My version of actual commentary, but might I say, very engaging)
That's not what I would pick, but the girl in the commercial did. And with each piece of jewelry she dropped into the pre-paid envelope, she reminisced about Billy and Timmy, and on and on and on. Let me tell you, that was one busy girl with all that jewelry.
So, why can't I sleep? Well, I equate it to the same feeling I would get on the last night of summer just before I slipped on that lovely Saint Mary's uniform and trotted off for another year of school. I'm just plain excited about life this week. That's all. And that's a good thing. For I would much rather lay here next to the snoring Mr., watching informercials, and stalking Facebook than to be laying here worrying.
Good night...or rather, good morning, ya'll!
It's funny what goes on in the middle of the night that you would miss if say, oh, you were sleeping like a normal person. The sounds the Mr. makes can be ferocious. The informercials are amazing...like really good ones you don't see during waking hours. I like to start on Channel 2 and go straight on through to 60-whatever and just count. And laugh. Tonight's favorite: Out Of Your Life Jewelry. Got some old earrings from a boyfriend? An engagement ring or two? Well get them out of your life and earn some extra cash for things you really want like a vacation to Tahiti. ( My version of actual commentary, but might I say, very engaging)
That's not what I would pick, but the girl in the commercial did. And with each piece of jewelry she dropped into the pre-paid envelope, she reminisced about Billy and Timmy, and on and on and on. Let me tell you, that was one busy girl with all that jewelry.
So, why can't I sleep? Well, I equate it to the same feeling I would get on the last night of summer just before I slipped on that lovely Saint Mary's uniform and trotted off for another year of school. I'm just plain excited about life this week. That's all. And that's a good thing. For I would much rather lay here next to the snoring Mr., watching informercials, and stalking Facebook than to be laying here worrying.
Good night...or rather, good morning, ya'll!
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