I'm not getting very creative for WBW. My 1 year anniversary is coming up, so here's my engagement ring. Not only is it beautiful, it has sentimental value. The solitaire was in my Grandfather's wedding ring (what my Grandfather was doing with a gold nugget/diamond ring, I will never know) which I inherited. My husband had the ring melted down (he knew it was okay to do that) and the diamond reset into my most favorite setting, all without me knowing. He did good.
I'm not getting very creative for WBW. My 1 year anniversary is coming up, so here's my engagement ring. Not only is it beautiful, it has sentimental value. The solitaire was in my Grandfather's wedding ring (what my Grandfather was doing with a gold nugget/diamond ring, I will never know) which I inherited. My husband had the ring melted down (he knew it was okay to do that) and the diamond reset into my most favorite setting, all without me knowing. He did good.
I started breaking out when I was 11. Fifth grade. I remember a boy calling me pizza face when I was 12. Luckily I had an awesome, feminist teacher who totally stuck up for me.
Anyhoo, I don't care what anyone says, I truly believe it's genetic. Everyone in my family has skin problems. Everyone is oily, everyone had acne at some point. Why couldn't I have inherited my mom's breast size or my dad's knack for mathematics? WHY THE BAD SKIN??? I got sooo screwed.
So here's my question. I absolutely cannot use anything with oil of any kind in it. I turn into a grease pit in two minutes (chicken face, if you will). If I use anything too harsh and drying, I get flaky. What the hell am I supposed to do? Anyone have a magic solution? Please say you have a special potion (that is not toothpaste, I've heard that one) that I've never heard of. Please, I'm begging. Okay, that sounds desperate. I'm asking really, really nicely.
I am a proud person. I don't like to try things in front of people unless I'm fairly sure I can do them. So, walking my bike up a particularly hard hill is pretty embarrassing for me when about 20 true cyclists pass me. I just have to eat my pride. Yum, yum. Can I get that pride with a side of ranch? It's not that I think I should be able to do the things those cyclists can, I just want them to know that I'm not trying to be like them and failing miserably. I want to ride one charity ride a year and finish without having to be scraped off the pavement. And just a tip to any true cyclists out there....when I'm walking up a hill or just going really slowly, it's really nice when you ask me if I'm doing okay. Please DON'T say,"Pretty steep, huh?" UM, YOU THINK? Yeah assclown, it's fucking steep. Did I mention the strong headwind which makes one have to pedal downhill?
I feel like poop now, and I just want to take a nap. So that's just what I'm going to do. Zzzzzzzzzz.
Not a mouse, a rat.
Okay, well, the employee lounge is also in the Plaza. The soda machine in said lounge has been out of order for a week or so. Yeah, we found out the rats chewed through the lines. Apparently rat feces was found in one of our ice containers, too. When I got to my desk, a coffee mug I left there was turned over. I think a rat did it.
WHAT THE FUCK. I'm this close to going home.
Edited: The pest guys just moved a ceiling tile, and two more roaches fell out. Not on my desk thank god, but still....
Some of you might remember my post regarding the roaches that FALL TO MY DESK from time to time. You heard me. They FALL. ON. MY. DESK. WHILE. I. AM. WORKING. They drop from the light fixture down to my desk. The first couple of times it happened, there was no warning. Just a plop, and there it was. A roach in front of my keyboard. The last few times, however, I at least had a few seconds of scratching on the light fixture and enough time to look up and see the antennae coming over the edge of the fluorescent light.
So today, just now, it happened again. Scritch, scratch, plop. It's no less shocking the fourth or fifth time, I can tell you that much. It's hard to work when you're worried about things falling on you. Ick, now I feel crawly all over.
Anyway, I went to A's shower on Saturday. It was so good to see her because she lives in Houston, and this was the first time I have seen her knocked up. Isn't she cute?
She and I did a dance duet together at competition in high school. OMG, if I could only find the photos of that costume. We rocked.
Back to the shower. The snacks were great, the cake was to die for, but, and this is a big but, we did have to play some games. Here a picture of my pictionary team. The clue was "Ointment". See the tube I'm drawing? Pretty good, huh? We won when one of my team members shouted out "Ass Ointment"! Yes, ass ointment indeed. Too bad there are no pictures of my drawing of "Labor". Oooo, that was a doozy.
So now I have to start planning H's shower. We have the date and location set, but now we have to come up with a plan. Games or no games? I'm always against games, but I have to admit the pictionary was fun. So all you moms, did anyone do anything cool and different at your shower that I could shamelessly steal? Anything I should totally stay away from? Any input will be highly appreciated.
Here is our other child on crack. She licks the Kong long after the crack is gone. And by crack, I do mean peanut butter and dog food.
Oh wait, that's just a cute photo of him...
First, he GAVE me his $25 gift card to Starbucks. He loves coffee even more than I do, so it was extra sweet of him to fork it over. Next, here is photographic evidence of all the lovely things he has done during his week off. As in, his vacation.
He sealed the grout.
He also installed our second toilet. YEA!!! We have 2 toilets again!
He bought and set up a desk and a new flat screen monitor ALL FOR ME. Here is my new home office. Did I mention is was mine, all mine? It's mine:Here is a curtain rod and curtains installed and hung by my dear husband. The curtains are inside out, but I'll take it:
Next, he installed baseboards in the linen closet. Do you remember the baseboards done by the handyman? Here, let me refresh your memory:
And here is the baseboard done by my husband for FREE. Mind you, he's never done this before and it still has to be painted. Not too shabby:
Last, he installed one of our toilet paper holders:
He also steam cleaned the carpets. No lie. I wonder what he'll do with the rest of his week? Paint? Build a new addition? A girl can hope.
I recently found out that someone I know lost a family member to AIDS, so I am now riding in memory of that person. I'm even more determined to train hard and raise money for those who are living with HIV/AIDS. Thanks again to all of you who have sponsored me. I really appreciate it.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time...pictures of you doing something stupid or alternatively something that you thought was cool at the time but you look back and think WTF?"
Well the obvious choice is hair. This was the early to mid 90s people. Way too late for this hair:
Or this hair:
Or this BOW. Jesus, what the fuck was I thinking?
And last but not least, doing tequila shots at a karioke bar and thinking it was "SOOOO crazy how the bartender looked like Jesus, and oh my god I have to get up on the bar and get my picture with Jesus, because isn't it crazy how much the bartender looks like Jesus? Hey biotch, did you get a picture of me with Jesus? Hurry it up and get me another tequila shot, NOW!!!!" Ummmm, yeah, there will be none of this during the blog blowout.....from me, at least. You other gals are free to get craaaazyyy.
Sigh, those were the days.
I'm working on getting a button for making donations on the HCRA ride website, so look for that soon. I, and the organization, will appreciate ANYTHING you can give. I don't care if it's only $1. For now, you can get to my personal site by following these simple directions:
Go to www.hillcountryride.org
Click on "Donate"
Click on "Donate for a Rider"
Type in my first and last names and choose "Find a Participant"
Click on my name at the bottom of the screen. This will take you to my personal page. Click on "Click here to Donate".
For those of you who don't know my name, here it goes:
J*a*n*n*a A*d*a*m*s
I don't know if those asterisks really stop people from finding me via Google searches, but I'm going to continue thinking it does. (I got that trick from Pack of 2).
I really appreciate all your support! (We did an 11.5 mile ride this weekend. It's getting much easier, and I'm not getting nearly as sore!)
And from the same recital, here was my ballet costume. Much more tame, and not nearly as fun.
My dad was unable to find the photo of the bear costume. Rats. It's good. Maybe better than the Annie costume. Hmmmm, maybe I'll have to go on the prowl for that one.
Tammy, PK is on her way back to you. Kami, there wasn't any good food last night :( Only free soup from The Soup Peddler since he's a sponsor. Very disappointing.
I'm glad so many of you agree with me about Mariah. She is just over the top. Since that last post, I saw a photo of her walking around on the beach in pink stiletto heels. Oh, Mariah, there is a time and place for that. The beach is not that time or that place. That's all I will say about her for now.
Tonight, my sister and I are going to the kick-off party for the bike ride. I'm hoping there is free food. I'm a free food slut. Love it long time. I'll actually be registering for the ride tonight, and then you know what time it is???? Ask everyone for money time! Yea!!! Isn't that the best? I just LOVE asking people donate money. Argh, just kidding. Although I know it is for a good cause that I believe in 100%, I still hate asking for money. It stems from my inability to ask for help, even when I really need it. Blech.
I'm also excited about the email I just received from the Handyman Company I have been bitching about lately. Here is the text of said email:
Nap Queen,
Thank you for working with me. I'll mail a check to you today for $200.
I sincerely apologize that this has occurred on your job. It is
obviously not our intention to provide "amateur" work. It is sometimes
difficult to work with angles that can be out of plumb (an alternative
to caulk is home purpose "bond-o").
John Doe #1 is no longer with our company and I guess John Doe #2
needs to learn about going the extra mile (especially when a mistake has
already occurred) or get a vision test.
I am sorry if this has disrupted your family around the holidays.
Manager-Guy
Needless to say, I am quite pleased. Once I get that check in my hands, I can then turn around and spend it on a plumber to fix all the issues with the faucet installation and hopefully get someone to fix up the baseboards. I am usually such a wuss (I'm a true Libra "can't we all just get along?"), so I'm happy I spoke up!
1) This is the year I turn 30. Eeeek! I had lots of hopes and plans for myself for age 30. I guess I still have time, but it's a tickin'.
2) My first wedding anniversary is coming up a month from tomorrow. I can't believe it's been a year already! I love marriage so far (minus the scratched Calphalon incident).
3) I'm going to try to be less insecure. I am smart. I am capable. I need to remember this.
4) I'm going to try to worry less. My house is not going to burn down, seriously.
5) We will finish fixing up our house and have people over more often. The dogs will just have to deal with it.
6) Ah, the dogs. If $$ permits, I'm going to find a behaviorist that will come to our home and work with our insano dogs.
7) I am going to try to go to yoga class twice a week. Cary at Gold's Gym by my house is a yoga god, and despite what most people think, it's a cardio and strength training workout all rolled into one.
Nothing too severe, nothing I can't handle.
Some of you might remember the post where I told the world that I was riding in the 2006 Hill Country Ride for AIDS. Well, my blogging friends, my sister and I woke our asses up at 7:30 on Saturday and rode 20 miles. We're not as concerned as we were last time because they have changed the ride to a 1 day, 60-70 mile ride instead of a 2 day, 120 mile ride. I came to the following conclusions:
1) Riding a bike is hard when you've taken a few (okay, more than a few) months off.
2) I need a new bike seat because my ass still hurts today.
3) I love the way I feel when I exercise.
4) I love the way I feel when I set a goal I really care about and achieve it.
5) I like feeling strong.
6) I don't like feeling jiggly.
I will post more later about the handyman saga. They offered me half of what I asked for, and I said thanks but no thanks. I am still negotiating my refund. Rat bastards.