For lack of more inspired blogging, I bring you:
Five things in my fridge:
Leftover takeout Chinese, including pork fried dumplings and schezwan chicken.
A great selection of cheeses that I've been avoiding since I'm sick and can't appreciate a good cheese plate with this throat thingy.
Jar of pickles. Always. Love them.
A container of my dad's meatballs, gravy & sausage (coming in handy since I've been very sick and not cooking)
A bag of green beans that I have yet to cook - again, the sick thing.
Five items in my closet:
The dress I wore for R&J's wedding 6 years ago, and hope I can have an occasion to wear again
A box of random purses.
The shirt I bought for my niece's christening, and that I love wearing cause it's so pretty and so comfy
A box of old letters, some dating back to 8th grade
And occasionally, my cat.
Five items in my car:
A coffee mug, left by J
about 5 of my hair clips
A stack of cd's that I want to listen to, mostly from the latest cd exchange
My softball bat that I've had since I was about 15
My rollerblades, which don't fit me anymore, but I don't know what else to do with them and I'm not ready to give them up.
Five items in my purse:
Well, since my purse is just my wallet and my cell phone, I'll use my "work bag" instead
My "wedding ideas" little moleskin book that when ideas pop into my head, I can jot them down
My sunglasses
burt's Bees lip balm (this is in every purse)
A granola bar
change floating at the bottom of the bag
My thoughts on whatever passes through my line of sight.
5/24/2006
5/23/2006
Can Take the Girl out 'o Jersey...
A woman from New Jersey and another woman were seated side-by-side on an airplane.
The woman from New Jersey, being friendly and all, said: "So,where are you from?"
The other woman said, "From a place where they know better than to use a preposition at the end of a sentence."
The woman from New Jersey sat quietly for a moment and then replied:
"So, where are you from, bitch?"
The woman from New Jersey, being friendly and all, said: "So,where are you from?"
The other woman said, "From a place where they know better than to use a preposition at the end of a sentence."
The woman from New Jersey sat quietly for a moment and then replied:
"So, where are you from, bitch?"
5/16/2006
Blow it up....
So remember the story about the guy wanting to have strangers send money so he could get a new computer. Well it worked. Computer go boom. Neat.
5/13/2006
I'm on Vac-ay-tion!
This morning, I woke up bright and early to get on a plane to Louisville, KY. Why am I going to KY - well, I'm getting to spend 3 whole days with my sweetie! I'm very excited!
To go off on a tangent, I know I've been a huge blogging slacker lately. So I'm going to make a resolution to do more. The whole reason I started this was to have a place to muse over those random thoughts that pop into my head, but I've gotten caught up in trying to come up with interesting entries or highlight something - and since not much has been happening, I've had no push to blog.
So today's random thought will be about airports, since I am sitting in one waiting for my flight. This morning, as I pulled up to Newark, it felt really good. I've been doing a lot of traveling lately, and for work we ususally fly out of JFK. For me Newark is just as close, and even a little closer so I choose it whenever I can. So pulling up today, the familiar brown stone walls, and early 60's wing inspired overhangs made me feel at home. I think it's because living so close to Newark, we were often the "aunt so and so's coming to New Jersey, we're going to pick her up at the airport" family, so I remember many trips with my mom or my dad to the airport to get friends and family.
It's also the anticipation of travel. Although I've been jaunting here and there, I haven't burned out yet of travel. I'm in the "I know what I'm doing, but it's still a novelty" phase. I can get through security pretty quick. I know my way around most terminals. And I get a kick out of people watching and free snacks on the plane. It's also one of those times where I'll treat myself to fluff magazines and trashy romance novels.
I don't know if anyone else has warm fuzzy feelings about an airport, but I do.
so with the miracle of drafts - I began this post before I boarded, and am finishing it after I have landed. Newark dropped a few warm fuzzies after we sat on the runway for an hour while a practice security drill tied everything up. Oh well, I don't know if I felt safer flying, but it allowed me to get through all my reading. Now I have to buy another trashy novel.
and now I'm going to meet my guy, eat lots of good food and maybe even watch a little Dora!
To go off on a tangent, I know I've been a huge blogging slacker lately. So I'm going to make a resolution to do more. The whole reason I started this was to have a place to muse over those random thoughts that pop into my head, but I've gotten caught up in trying to come up with interesting entries or highlight something - and since not much has been happening, I've had no push to blog.
So today's random thought will be about airports, since I am sitting in one waiting for my flight. This morning, as I pulled up to Newark, it felt really good. I've been doing a lot of traveling lately, and for work we ususally fly out of JFK. For me Newark is just as close, and even a little closer so I choose it whenever I can. So pulling up today, the familiar brown stone walls, and early 60's wing inspired overhangs made me feel at home. I think it's because living so close to Newark, we were often the "aunt so and so's coming to New Jersey, we're going to pick her up at the airport" family, so I remember many trips with my mom or my dad to the airport to get friends and family.
It's also the anticipation of travel. Although I've been jaunting here and there, I haven't burned out yet of travel. I'm in the "I know what I'm doing, but it's still a novelty" phase. I can get through security pretty quick. I know my way around most terminals. And I get a kick out of people watching and free snacks on the plane. It's also one of those times where I'll treat myself to fluff magazines and trashy romance novels.
I don't know if anyone else has warm fuzzy feelings about an airport, but I do.
so with the miracle of drafts - I began this post before I boarded, and am finishing it after I have landed. Newark dropped a few warm fuzzies after we sat on the runway for an hour while a practice security drill tied everything up. Oh well, I don't know if I felt safer flying, but it allowed me to get through all my reading. Now I have to buy another trashy novel.
and now I'm going to meet my guy, eat lots of good food and maybe even watch a little Dora!
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