Your Kiss is Orange

For you, kissing is all about pushing the envelope. You’re a wild kisser. And you don’t have to know someone all that well to kiss them. (You figure that’s how you’ll get to know one another!) While you may be impulsive with who you kiss, there’s nothing random about your kissing technique. Kissing Type: Unconventional People See Your Kisses as: Intoxicating You Kiss Best With: A Red Kisser Stay away from: A Pink Kisser

You Should Be In The Donnas

You’ve got that a bit of an edge to you The bad girl that all the good boys want!

Finished The Book yesterday. Started it Monday, kind of haphazzardly, but when I got to work on Tuesday with zero appointments (I wound up with a few) I decided to mow through it. Another girl at work was at about the same place in the book, only a few chapters ahead, so we went on a marathon reading mission. Reminded me of the old weekends with Gert in my effeciency appartment eating green bean cassarole and pigs in a blanket and passing the series one to another.

But I digress. I won’t open the table for discussion until I get word that Kizz and Chrome have finished….but frankly…I LOVED IT!.

I cried several times. Chortled. Snorted. Laughed and cheered out loud.

I am ready to re-read the series start to finish. I woke up thinking about buying the individual movies, or (you know me so you know this was coming) do I wait for the boxed set? hmmmmmmmm. I think I’ll wait.

So….get to reading….it’s well worth the time.

In other news, I go to WW today for my first weigh in back on the wagon. Hmmm. we’ll see. It’s great weather for walking here in the evenings, but the brokedown tow is a hinderence. It feels better today so maybe I can get some exercise in this week.

That’s about it from here. Huzzuah and Happy Wednesday!

A few things that happened in my life this last week.

While living the single life, got my house cleaned and KEPT it that way the whole week. Novel idea.

Totally reverted back to the freakish eating habits that I keep tucked away in the darkest corner of my life and ate a peanut butter, Swiss cheese and french onion dip sandwich with some tortilla chip dust.

Ate it more than one time.

Watched The Holiday. More than one time and totally fell off my rocker for Jude Law. Have NEVER loved him. Or really even thought of him. but holy cannole. Proof that the perfect man is living across the pond, waiting for me with a cable knit sweater and delicious dialect.

Went to bed at 8pm. More than once.

Broke my pinkie toe. (see previous post.)

Tried to read The Post-Birthday World. I think I’m giving up. It’s just too convoluted. oy.

Started reading Harry Potter. DON’T TELL ME ANYTHING I’M NOT DONE YET!!!

Ate a ridiculous amount of sushi for a late night supper with the Super Couple. so good.

Sucessfully got the lawn guys out and got the yard in order. I even watered. The night before it rained. duh.

I’m sure there was more to it than that, but that’s all I can do. Time to bang some hair.

Huzzuah and Happy Tuesday!

This is what happens when you drunkenly stumble out of a Tahoe into the pitch dark night and smoothe into a post-hole-digger. never realized how much one needs a pinkey toe until it’s brokedown. Broke Down.

Am getting settled in to begin the Last Book. I have mixed emotions about it. I know I’ll mow through it because I always do…but I don’t want it to be over. I don’t want it to end. I watched one of the movies on HBO this afternoon, putting it off. But nonetheless, it is time. If anyone needs me I’ll be on the couch for my final day/evening of solitude with my best good friend Harry Potter.

I went back to WW yesterday. Moved my day from Monday to Wednesday. Am going with a girl at work…strength in numbers folks. Anyway, it’s been AT LEAST five weeks since I’ve weighed in and was….dreading it. SOOOOOO dreading it. But alas, I only gained 1.4 pounds. Not one and a half pounds. One Point Four. The exact size of this newborn panda bear. Thank the heavens above I got the guy on this side of life instead of the big fat China zoo/bamboo eating side. For that I say Whew.

and by everyone, I mean MY everyone’s. When she called, I was in the middle of a client’s color and just let it go to voicemail. When she called again, in as many minutes, I knew something was up and answered.

Don’t worry, I found Chrome, we’re both fine, but don’t really know what happened yet. Kizz’s voice always sounds like home and a porch somewhere and I was immediatly at ease and freaked out because my girls were ok, but WHY would they NOT BE?????
That’s why.

Just an old pipe. No terrorist activity. Apparently the Universe doesn’t so much give a shit if it’s some guy in a robe who hates us or some pipe that hasn’t burst since 1929 or some such. One woman died of a heart attack. The details are all over morning television. MyboyfriendMattLauer is at the scene right this very minute.

Thank GOD, THANK YOU!!! that my people are ok.

Someday we’re going to get that commune up and running. You’ll recognize it by the ginormous porch and the wine fridge/beer cooler/margarita machine sitting right in the smack dab middle of it. Rocking chair anyone?

Pretty sure my “slightly crazy eyes and unusual way of speaking” is only at happy hour. . . but maybe not.

You Are Cookie Monster

Misunderstood as a primal monster, you’re a true hedonist with a huge sweet tooth. You are usually feeling: Hungry. Cookies are preferred, but you’ll eat anything if cookies aren’t around. You are famous for: Your slightly crazy eyes and unusual way of speaking How you life your life: In the moment. “Me want COOKIE!”

Your Famous Movie Kiss is from The Empire Strikes Back

“Captain, being held by you isn’t quite enough to get me excited.”