New Toy

Playing the part of a grown up and doing things like having cars and purchasing a home has cut into my "fun money" for the past year. Luxuries like new cell phones are rare. Unless, of course, your contract ends and they need to bribe persuade you to subscribe for an additional two years.

SWEET. New Phone.

The Pantech 3Cb arrived in the mail a week ago. It's so cute. So tiny... so flip-phoney. Up to this point I've only ever owned candybar style phones. I hope I can keep track of this thing. It's so itty that I might just misplace it and never find it again! Maybe it will fall from my pocket and I'll vacuum it up before I ever realize its missing. HA!



The hubby searched high and low on-line for the face plates (since I had expressed interest in having the orange one) and could find nothing. Then he stumbled across a message board that had a post by someone who said they had purchased them at a local phone store. DH swung by the one near our house on his way to work. The employee there said they no longer sold the face plates. (AHH!) But then he wandered into the back room of their shop and returned holding a store display that had every single color on it. He handed it to DH and said he could take it for free. All we had to do was undo the diamond-plated, hard-as-steel flimsy screw that held them on the stand.

I am sure the novelty of changing the color of my phone will die down in a few weeks but for now its amusing the hell out of me. Orange, no green, wait, blue, or maybe red. Yes, today its red.

Any suggestions for tomorrow?

I'm over it.

Turning 30 years old really isn't a big deal. I know its not. There is just that faint memory in my mind of being a child and thinking that 18 was old! If 18 was old, what must I have thought of those who were 30?

One foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel, that's what.

Good grief.

I guess in this day and age, 30 is the new 20. So although I am still old in "child years", I'm still in my prime. And I did read once that women reach their sexual peek at age 32. Which means I'll be just fine for years to come. I hope the DH can keep up. He turns 25 in January (robbed the cradle, I did) and left his prime behind him long ago. Poor thing.

RAR!

Ms.B

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It's October. This month I turn 30 years old.



SHIT.

Happy 2nd Anniversary!

Tradition states that on your first wedding anniversary you present "paper" to your spouse. And thus it was that one year ago, today, we took possession of The Haven. Our "paper" was in the form of a mortgage. Life doesn't get much more thrilling than that. At least not in my boring world.


Traditional Celebration of Year 1: CHECK!


This morning was supposed to be exciting. Our second anniversary. The theme for a 2nd Anniversary? Cotton. Traditionally you present cotton. Fun ideas that I found online suggest beach towels for an amazing vacation. Maybe new bed linen, attractive underwear or lingerie, a hammock, personalized T-shirt, cotton clothing or a cotton canvas shopping bag with your photo on the front. Alas, I woke up this morning in dire need of a different kind of "cotton".

o.o



I'll spare you most of the disgusting details although I must say:

1) I thought that birth control was supposed to help you "control" when this sort of thing happens. And BOY did it happen. What the heck?

2) WAH! Not on our pretty new bed linen! Why, oh why!!

3) I don't think my DH will eat gummy candies for a long time thanks to my comparison of them to something I found floating in my bathwater shortly after I got out of bed.

4) Bless the DH's heart for zipping off to the store in order to purchase the items necessary for me to go about my crampy, grouchy day.


Traditional, though unconventional, Celebration of Year 2: CHECK!



Ms.B

It's a Carnival! .... oh joy

This Saturday will be the annual Facility Carnival for our care center. Most years I've been up to my armpits in crafts and paint for a good two months prior to now. This year, however, there were enough distractions that I didn't take a look at what we had (and would need) until this past weekend.

My kitchen at the Haven is buried under a pile of wooden bird houses, etched glass ornaments and fake flowers. All waiting to be prettied up with color and detailed touches. I'm told I'm rather good at that stuff. Butter me up much? Every time I walk through the kitchen my anxiety builds. Partly because I know there is a lot of work to do before Saturday, and also because I like my kitchen table clean. Thank goodness it will all be resolved by Saturday.

And then I'll not want to paint a dang thing for a whole year!

Ah... HEAVEN!

Each time I attend a concert, I leave the venue thinking "That was the best show I've ever seen."

But really, THIS was the best show I've ever seen. I'm normally a fan of more upbeat music but Josh Groban was AMAZING! There is nothing quite as satisfying to the soul than a performer who can take their radio hit and reproduce it live in a fashion that is better than the studio version.

*happy sigh*

Prediction #1 came true. My ears are still ringing. Prediction #2 fell flat. The only person who lost their top was the husband of the woman next to me who tore his shirt off to get the attention of their friends on the other side of the arena. !!! Oh my! Thank goodness they spotted him quickly and the man quickly re-dressed himself. I almost died from laughing.

The crowd was already buzzing with anticipation for the show when a charming man with a killer British accent introduced himself and explained that OUR SHOW was the one that was being filmed for the DVD Special of Mr. Groban's AWAKE tour. That announcement was the one time during the night where the crowd went into a bit of a teenie-bopper frenzy. I expected panties and bras to go flying... and maybe even a pace-maker or two!! Yowsa.

But honestly, it was a great show. Josh Groban is a talented man that delivers an amazing performance that showcases not only his soft-as-velvet pipes but the musicians on the stage with him. I could gush about all the fun moments here in this blog entry but I have the luxury of being a little lazy and just saying "Buy the DVD this winter."

And just maybe you'll see me on it... though you'll never know. Mua ha ha.


Ms.B

*throws her bra on stage*

EEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.................!!!!

DH and I are on our way out the door to a Josh Groban concert. I'm so excited. It should be a good concert.

Prediction #1: DH will scream louder than I do at the show.

Prediction #2: I will be able to throw my bra further than he throws his. *wink*



Ms.B

1 more day...

until my VACATION!

*runs around the room madly while leaping into the air and clicking her heels*

Fluffy Update

I think in addition to removing her female bits, the vet also took out her "evil". We have a different cat in our house now. Still playful and pouncy (as a healthy kitten should be) but she is loving too! I actually scoop her up for snuggles and carry her around the house.

I wonder if this operation has the same effect on humans. I am sure there are husbands out there who's wives had the snip who could verify this for me. Hrrm.....

Pet Peves

* Sniffling. If you have snot in your nose, blow it into a tissue. Why try to keep it up there? Are you saving it for later? It's not brain fluid, people! Just get rid of it and be done.

*Gum Chewing. I know a few people who manage to enjoy gum in a tasteful fashion, but most gum chewers look like a cow with cud. And those who can't chew it without resisting the urge to pop it continually while in a meeting should be strung up by their toes, coated with honey, and left in the Forest for the bears.

* Have you ever been stuck behind the type of individuals that drive 10 under the speed limit because they feel that this makes them a "safe" driver? ARG!!

* The attitude that: "What I think is the only way to think and if you think I'm wrong you should just stop thinking!"

* People who have to tear down your happiness to make themselves feel significant.


Ms.B

Memories of Girls Camp

*Realizing I should have grabbed a fist-full of toilet seat liners before heading into the wilderness.

*Enjoying the energy and innocence of young girls and realizing that it really hasn't been that long since I experienced it myself.

*Decorating a pillow case with markers that have a 105% chance of washing off if said pillow is laundered.

*Hunting for Snipes.

*An air mattress that, without fail, goes flat 5 minutes after being inflated

*Sleeping on nice, soft rocks all night. Comfy.

*Forgetting my pillow

*The DH coming to my rescue with one he picked up at the Wal-Mart.

*DH also picking up a foam pad so that I felt fewer rocks the 2nd night at camp.

*Seeing some of the girls cook or do dishes for the first time. (!!)

*Never has a hot dog tasted sooo good! I normally LOATH hot dogs. Blah.

*Throwing gooey pieces of donut to a chipmunk and watching it do a somersault while trying to lick the last bits of cream off its toes.

*Packing up the last few pieces of equipment for the trip home.


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Good times, good times. I might even consider going again next year... if they dare ask me!

Ms.B

She doesn't want to talk about it...

Fluffy paid the price for a loving home at the Haven today. She's now resting in the bathroom with a litter box and a blanket. The door is shut so that curious Haven dwellers can not poke and prod her.

All things considered, she's great. She just doesn't want to talk about it.

And I am pretty sure she flipped me the bird as I was leaving the bathroom.


Ms.B