Despite the insane amount of cake I ate yesterday in preparation for CareBear’s birthday, we managed to make it out to our dinner fun.  As the birthday girl and I sauntered into our most favorite restaurant in all of DC, Chilli’s of course, we realized it was a packed house.  So, as our favorite booth was occupied, we made our way to the bar to sit and wait for DC’s newest semi-goth resident, our very own Fibonacci …seriously Count has nothing on you :) We were in luck, two minutes left of happy hour.. and happy we were!!!  We were even clever enough to dodge their up-selling prowess, “would you like some wings..um no .. duh” And in an amazing twist in what promised to be a series of luck for the evening, our booth opened up. Flying across the room, leaping over tables, charging ahe….ok whatever so I walked, we secured OUR booth. Unfortunately, our booth was strewn with its previous inhabitants food and drink. Eh, still ours!

Suddenly a text came in, “I am around the corner”. Yay, the numbers didn’t throw our little genius. As she sat down, we looked at our table and realized – hey no one’s cleared this table, then at our watch, and it’s been an hour.. hmmm. And then our eyes were drawn to the neon flashing light. Free Wings! They were free, we had not thwarted the attempts of the mean capitalist pig?? What’s going on here. As we sat amidst free wings and cleared tables, we began to see that we have been mistaken about our luck. At that moment , we beckoned to our server, um can we order? Turns out they mistakenly thought we had eaten and finsihed and were juts taking up one of their limited booths. As she rushed away to go bring us food and drink , we three princesses relaxed and enjoyed our first night out together in  forever. Despite the turmoil , it was a fabulous birthday feast for CareBear- wingless and under a pile of other people’s dirty dishes-but happy.  

In other news, if I don’t stop eating so much. I’m going to explode. Mom just stopped by bearing a surprise present for my husband and food.. lots and lots of food.

After watching Across the Universe and the past two weeks of idol – all devoted to the Beatles– I went on a little Beatles kick of my own this weekend.  After scouring through my husband’s music collection, and those of his colleagues, I compiled about 5 CDs of the British Invasion. Including my all time favorite, Rocky Raccoon. That’s right CareBear, I’m a raccoon fan. Honestly, one of their best songs and I have no idea why more people don’t know it. Anyway, after hijacking his computer for an hour or so to download everything, I have a mostly complete collection. Yay!

BeatlesMania aside, we also took a trip to Annapolis on Sunday. Once we finally got ourselves together, stopped eating the candy from the Easter  basket I made him, we hit the road. Now that his camera is back from the technology hospital, we are trying to get out to nice places. So, it was quite a day, shopping, oysters and picture fun. You can check out his pictures here.

 Anyway, this is pretty boring but I’m really tired and think I need  to go to the car and get my CDs.

While I announced this site was closing yesterday, I would like to modify that to “Closed for Renovation.” Perhaps I am bit too entangled in the digital age, and can’t let go of my work. But as I sit here with my latest writing assignment on leveraging the Internet to Get Your Message Out, it occurs to me, if no one knows who the message comes from or relates to and can’t take action without permission it becomes a testament to your feelings and nothing more. You aren’t selling your story or painting a picture.. no product, no canvas. So after the remodeling, I will continue to write my honest thoughts here. Still anonymous, except to a handful of people of MY choosing. Be warned, while it is not intended to be hurtful in any way, my topics might be limited and it may not always be pretty,  I am still going to be 100% honest, because really what else would be the point. So, you must be this tall to ride and before you buy your tickets, make sure you don’t get easily jolted because there are no refunds.

Closing Down Shop  It appears that I need to be closing the doors to my blog. To those of you who have been reading since I started and those of you who have recently begun monitoring me from afar, thanks. Unfortunately, this was intended as a place to air my thoughts about work and life. It was a safe place for me to chat and share my personal thoughts with the handful of you whom I have invited. It is very sad for me but this blog while meant to vent about work and other randomness on my mind, it has been interpreted by others in a way I never imagined. The twisting and bad interpretation brings me sadness but more importantly has made me feel as though I’ve been violated leaving me with feelings of betrayal and a loss of trust for my personal thoughts. They were not mean to be widespread or hurtful, I do not use names, I do not speak harshly about others, I do not know why one would think I have. As I have said repeatedly, if you are looking for trouble you are bound to find it, but my friends you won’t find it here anymore, We are Closed.

On a side note, I extend an open invitation to all my readers both new and old, near and far, active particpants and lurkers to freely comment to this post and on the decision to shut this down.

**PLEASE NOTE- This Post has been ammended and we are indeed back in business!!

help I’m drowning… and I believe my very catty morning is catching up to me. Went to go learn from our competitors presentation,. While the speaker did a fantastic job, the bevy of other company groupies hanging out ( with one obvious exception, oh beloved ones roommate) were sure to get their jabs in. Our oh so bright rep, giving me the heads up on a blogging disaster that I have yet to find and so on and so on. Regardless, great speech. However, the morning activity has left me under a pile of things to do- one oh which, I’m fairly certain was not to stop, gab and insult my friends sister, Oh well, all in a day’s work.

Ugly word.. hard to say , hard to do….

I’ll update later

As you grow up, you learn that there is a big distinction between the two… well at least you should. For this post, I am going to need to rely on everyone reading. So, I see a huge difference but maybe I’m crazy. So I need you guys to vote on who vs. what you are. Even if you usually just read, I REALLY need your input on this on so please comment.  

Here I go….

Who: I am outgoing, friendly, self-reliant (somewhat self-absorbed too:))  and creative. I don’t take many things seriously cuz I have been through enough serious shit to know better. I am giggly. I smile alot. I am loud, outspoken and a bit harsh.

What: I am a writer (hard to tell from these entries but true). I am a  friend. I am a coffee addict.

In the case of my good friend  at Unthreaded, who says he will only send me a t-shirt if I write this:

Who: intelligent, witty

What: super cool and sexy.  

You seeing the difference? What you are is not who you are. For example, changing a habit would not change who you are but what you are. If I stopped drinking coffee, I wouldn’t be less me.. just possibly less awake.

I haven’t gotten sweaty in about a week. No joke, my getting sweaty quotient is way down. And its reprecussions are way up. I am hoping to get sweaty today. If Princess Carebear is up for it maybe we could get sweaty at lunchtime? Otherwise I will be forced to go get sweaty myself… and that’s no fun. So Carebear you up for getting sweaty?

This is so great Rabbit…what a great way for me to get back in the habit of posting.

I can never finish a box of cereal…I leave about a bowl’s worth and toss it.  I write love letters to my husband and never give them to him.  I rub the corner of my pillowcase between my fingers to fall asleep.  Every couple of years I buy myself a Barbie or a Cabbage Patch Kid.  For about a year my dad was my very best friend.  For about a year after that we fought constantly.  German  was my first language, though now I don’t remember any of it (except a few bad words).  I changed the only F I ever got on my report card to a B.  My dad never found out…I thought my mom was the coolest for not telling on me.  To this day I’m still too scared to fess up.  I’ve never seen any of the Star Wars movies…and have no desire to do so.  If my family had stayed in Colorado for one more month, I would have attended Columbine High School (before the shootings occurred).  I live for Lifetime Movies.  I have had one unchanging desire since the age of 5…to spin the wheel on The Price is Right.  I teach a Children’s Sunday School class at my church.  I was once ‘the other woman’…that is my greatest regret in life.  I hate hate hate hate hate being tickled…it makes me cry.  I’ve said ‘I love you’ to three boyfriends, but I only meant it twice.  I write everyday to vent & release…but most of it never sees the light of day.