Traditions!

I've been tagged by JenP! So...on to our Christmas traditions.



This will be the 3rd Christmas for Michael and me. We've been trying to set some traditions of our own this year- especially since it's our first year married. Growing up, my family always celebrated Christmas Eve with my dad's side. We'd all go over there after 4:00 mass and eventually Santa would show up and pass out presents. Sadly, that tradition ended a long time ago because my dad's side is so big and my aunts and uncles became grandparents themselves and started their own traditions. After that, we'd still get together at my parents' house with the family that still chose to celebrate together.

Christmas Day was always reserved for waking up WAY to early to open presents, go to mass if we hadn't already, and then we'd head out to my grandma and grandpa's to celebrate with my mom's side. The location has since changed, as it does every year now but we still get together. That's always been one of my favorite parts about Christmas. Every place we go, no matter what, there is always an extreme amount of food! I love it.

This year we will be doing things differently. Michael and I are going to start our own family traditions. We will go to my parents house on Christmas Eve. On Christmas morning, we'll wake up, I'll make coffee while we exchange our gifts and then we'll head over to his parents for their annual eggs Benedict brunch. We will spend the remainder of the day there and if we have time and aren't feeling rushed, we'll make it to Christmas with my mom's side of the family since it usually goes really late.

It will be kind of weird to possibly not see my family on Christmas Day but it sure beats watching the clock. I hate that. This year we'll get some real quality family time in and I'm very excited about that.

I'm tagging Kelly, Sarah Gone Wild, Katie and Maria!

Happy Holidays!

Rough Night?

Yeah... Him too.

Hmpf...

As most of you already know, I’m just now catching on the all of this Twilight madness. I finished Twilight and thought it was incredible! I was totally hooked! Then I learned of Midnight Sun- Twilight from Edward’s prospective. It was amazing. (By the way though… did anyone else catch the difference? In Twilight he drives a “shiny Volvo” and in Midnight Sun he suddenly has an Aston Martin Vanquish… What’s up with that?) I saw the movie. I wasn’t disappointed but (as most cases are) I found the books better than the movie and eagerly jumped into the second book of the series, New Moon.

Hmpf… I really don’t want to give anything away just in case I’m not the last person on the planet to read the series but I am a little miffed. The book was thicker than the first and I’d say that over half of it seemed to drag on for as long as Edward’s been alive. It was endless. I was even compelled to skim and possibly jump to a later chapter. I was too afraid that I’d miss something important so I made my husband read the plot summaries on Wikipedia so that he could tell me how much more I had to endure before the story returned to my liking. Thanks goodness I didn’t have far to go, trudged on and completed the book around three this morning. I have so many unanswered questions. I feel like nothing was resolved. I feel like it trudged on and on, drastically changed course (thankfully) and then it was over. I will read Eclipse next but unlike others, I don’t feel the rush. I just don’t get it… Twilight and Midnight Sun were like crack cocaine! New Moon has left me slightly disappointed but my husband told me that Eclipse will restore my faith in the series. I hope he’s right.

In the meantime, let’s just swoon over the guy playing a 107 yr-old vampire claiming to be a high schooler.

Bread & Butter

As mentioned before, Teresa and I made bread and butter. (Does that sound weird to anyone else?) Anyway, this is my version of the night in pictures.

As any good session in the kitchen goes, everything starts with some wine. Thankfully, Teresa found a nice sized bottle of Riesling. No... this picture isn't out of proportion. That bottle was HUGE!



Doesn't it resemble a TeeBall bat? I'm pretty sure my little brother had a red, plastic version of this as a toddler.



The ingredients for the butter. (Salt not pictured.) Seems simple enough.



Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake IT! Four minutes down, sixteen to go!



The bread was done before I got there and now the butter was done. We sat down to watch the Britney documentary- which sucked- and 40 minutes after that, the wine was done too! (Her husband drank some too- I swear!)



Here's a picture of our spread complete with two types of bread, two types of butter, cheese, pumpkin spread and the wine. Not bad.

Random Friday

#1 - Teresa helped me make butter a few nights ago! She said it was fun and she actually enjoyed the finished product. (I think she was lying about the fun part.) I have plenty of pics to document the occasion and when I'm not feeling as lazy, I will post them.

#2 - My husband's brother and his wife gave us our wedding gift a few days ago.
I LOVE it! It is crazy timing because I saw something eerily similar online and tried to recreate it in Photoshop.... not smart. How would I display it? Anyway- his wife started talking about how she wishes he could find a way to sell them. He is a wonderful artist, this is handmade.... are you thinking what I'm thinking? I told him about Etsy.com and now he has a shop! Peruse it. tell your friends!

#3 - When loading the dishasher, how do you load untensils and servingware? The end that goes into your mouth is down, right? I think it should be for a multitude of reasons: when the dishes are clean, why would you grab that end with your grubby hands? Also, if another person has loaded the dishwasher (say... at work) and a different person unloads it, the second person might not notice the knife pointing up and cut herself. I know this because it happend to me! Be careful, folks.

#4 - I have been hearing all these commercials on the radio about the "cleanse/detox" drinks. I think this is the new fad. My concerns are this: not only will the products dehydrate you if you don't drink enough water but also wouldn't a laxative essentially do the same thing?

#5 - I love that our office still has free coffee in the kitchen area. I hope that doesn't change.

#6 - If the economy isn't on the upswing soon, my husband is going to develop an ulcer. Please cross your fingers that something changes soon!

#7 - Speaking of my husband, usually my first call of the day is to him because I've forgotten to tell him something like, "My garage door remote is broken so don't drive away until you close it." Anyway, just for giggles I usually hit the redial button. I love it when the last call of the day before was to him because when I do hit redial, I don't have to type out his whole number. 9 (to dial out)-area code- blah- blah. As stated in Random thought #1, I can be (but am not always) pretty lazy- mentally and physically.

I think that's all for now. I'm a pretty random person so I'm actually surprised I don't have more posts like this... it's probably for the better. Have a great weekend!

*Edited for spelling and typing errors... I hope no one caught them before I was able to correct myself.

I can't believe I made butter!

Teresa might be able to make amazing homemade mozzarella but I just made my very own homemade butter. I can't believe it but it is seriously incredible and so easy!

All you do is mix about 2/3 of a pint of heavy cream and a teaspoon of salt in a tupperware dish with the lid on tight. (My mom actually used a couple of baby food jars.) Then, vigorously shake it for 20 minutes. After about 5-10 it will look like whipped butter- keep shaking. It will start to get really thick and you'll think you're finished around 10-15 minutes- keep shaking! Around 18 minutes it will start to curd and you'll think you ruined it. You haven't. It is just the curds separating from the whey- drain the whey (you might need to do this a few times) and keep shaking. When you hit the 20 minute mark, you'll notice it is smooth and creamy. It tastes so good. Is it bad that I wanted to lick my knife before I ate my english muffin?

ETA: This will be fun at dinner parties because it would be so easy to add garlic or sun-dried tomatoes or honey to it for a little extra flavor. I'm really excited now!

Turn on your headlights!

Haven't you seen the signs in Missouri that say, "Must use headlights when wipers are needed" or something along those lines? Well, guess what! It's raining outside and I can't see you because your car is gray and you're not using your headlights. I also have a gray vehicle and I'd rather not be hit (because Mr. Whocares already drives like he's blind) so I turn them on and everyone can see me. See? So simple.

My current obsession

I have been searching for the perfect, brown riding boot for forever. Seriously, this season they are all the rage but my search began in the Fall of 2006 when my 9 -yr- old cousin was wearing them with a long peasant skirt and I thought to myself, "That not only is totally my style but I think I could actually pull that look off!" What can I say? I guess my little cousin and I were ahead of our time when it came to boots. I actually had a hard time finding them at all and I settled on a pair (that I instantly decided I hated) and got a good season out of them. Then they fell apart and my search continues- although you might say it never really stopped.

Now those damn boots are everywhere. I'm suffering from lust. Lust for boots. I have fallen in love with this pair:

The brand is Bandolino, style Edwena. Note the perfect stacked 1 1/2 inch heel, the rounded (but not too round) toe and minimal buckles and crap. I've seen these a few times and was waiting for the $150+ (not including shipping) to go on sale. Yesterday I saw them for $104 including shipping! Isn't that amazing? Well that sale is over now and leaves me thinking, WHY DIDN'T I BUY THE DAMN BOOTS!?

Today my friend Kelly emails me a link. It is a similar boot (one might argue that it is actually better) for a much better price at JCPenney's. The brand is St. John's Bay, style June. They are on sale from $110 marked to $43. With glee I choose my size. In black? No, I'd like brown. That shoe is not available at this time. Are you kidding me? I've called three locations to be told that they are out of stock or online only. I did a google search and every link I click sends me to the JCPenney's website. This is so depressing. Is it childish of me to want to throw a temper-tantrum over not having the boots? Probably, but inside I am pouting like a toddler. Please don't judge me.

What's the kindest thing a stranger has ever done for you?

THIS POST got me thinking.

Mine might not seem like much to some but I am convinced that my guardian angel's name is Joe.

I used to sell copy paper and office supplies door to door for small businesses. It was a terrible company... I made zero money, my back account was probably in the hole at that time and here I am driving my car with no gas reimbursement. I was in "the field" having the worst day and then noticed that my gas light was on. I figured that I'd finish up my street, get gas and head home. As I'm thinking this I turned the corner and my car puttered to a stop. Awesome. I happened to be right outside a high school as kids were getting out and walking home. Fighting back tears of anger, frustration and embarrassment, I asked this kid where to get gas and then I started walking. In the wrong direction. For about a mile and a half. I stop in a dry cleaners and this nice woman tells me she'll just drive me to the gas station. When we got there, to use their gas can, I had to pay a refundable fee of $10 in cash. All I had were checks (who uses checks anymore?) and my debit card. Overhearing this conversation, a man walks up, hands the attendant a bill and tells me to "fill it up" and walks out. I swear to you he was wearing a white shirt and drove away in a white car.

I filled up the can, the woman took me to my car and said goodbye and I go to return the can and get my gas with my debit card. The attendant holds up a $20 and tells me that he didn't mean "fill up your can," he meant "fill up your tank." (Keep in mind that this was a few years ago and you could still fill a tiny car for about that much.) I asked her who this man was, if he was a regular, if I could leave a card and money to pay him back. She says that she notices lots of regulars and he isn't one of them. She gets and idea to look at his receipt because he paid by credit card. I looked at his signature is disbelief with tears in my eyes. JOE. That was it. His kindness will never be forgotten.

Where is my head today?!

Seriously? I feel like an idiot. I was so proud of how productive I was last week. I felt like I got so much accomplished. Mondays are usually pretty slow for me but today I've already been reminded of 100 things I need to do or have done today. Ggrggrrrr..... get it together, Pamela!

There is a point to this story, I promise

I know a few of my readers have probably read this on STLwed but I thought I'd post it here too.

I never thought I'd not notice my pet was missing....

Last night my husband and I made a fire in our fire pit. We got sleepy and he went out a few times to pour water on it and put it out. We made sure BOTH Pete AND Oliver, our kitties, were inside since they both like to escape into the backyard. They were. Michael and I watched a little tv in the living room and went to bed- we sleep with the door shut so they don't crawl all over our heads.

We had nothing to do this morning so we slept in and woke up to Pete trying to karate kick the door down and he was meowing like crazy! I just figured he was hungry but I thought it was odd that Oliver didn't come running so I called him.... nothing. I looked everywhere and didn't see him. Panic set in, I woke Michael and got dressed. We were standing in the kitchen and we heard the saddest, most forlorn meow ever and I realized HE'S OUTSIDE! I ran out expecting to see him chasing bugs, digging (he was a dog in a former life, we think) or sunning on a chair. Nope. Then I saw his collar, open and laying in a corner near the sunroom. Our sunroom is raised and there is that lattice all around the bottom to keep animals out and somehow he got stuck under there (or maybe just stayed there for safety.) When I found him he just melted in my arms like he always does and I brought him inside. Poor little guy! We've let them out a few times while we keep an eye on them in the daytime but they are really inside cats that don't go out very often. I don't know if they just choose not to or don't know how but they've never gotten over the fence and out of the backyard so that was a little comforting to know that he was most likely in our yard... but still!

How did this happen?!!? How did he get out? Here's what I think... when we went to bed it was a nice night so we had our bedroom window open. It can open from both sides and the screen slides and since it had been so long since we opened the windows we must have forgotten the screen was on the other side and and Oliver must have jumped out! (We only have one floor so the ground wasn't far.) Thank goodness it was a nice night and not rainy or freezing and thankfully no creepy animals tried to get him or he didn't eat some toxic plant and get sick. We took him to the vet right after we found him and they said he was fine but I was so scared and I felt terrible. They said he probably didn't sleep at all and he's been sleeping all day long.

If you're still reading this crazy long post from The Cat Lady, there is a point to this rambling story and promised! Make sure all of your pets are vaccinated and up to date (UTD) on all types of flea medications, shots, etc. and make sure they are microchipped! He popped his collar off but any vet or shelter could have told someone where to return him. Also- if they are microchipped, make sure the address is UTD or tag it to your vet. We would have been devastated had he been truly lost.

Relax!

Easier said than done, right? I think I need a little help here. This might be hard to believe (she says sarcastically) but I have trouble unwinding. At work, some days are non-stop GO and other days are pretty slow. The slow days are the worst, I've found because I sit and think of all the other things I could be doing like working out (for once!), cleaning, cooking, decorating or adding things to my other blog and a possible side project I'll discuss at a later date. Instead of staring at a computer until I go blind, I could be drinking wine on a patio while relaxing with a friend or my mom. Or my husband! Then, thinking about all of these things takes a nasty turn. I go from dreamy relaxing thoughts to stressful frantic thoughts about how much I have on my millions of project TO DO lists and before I know it I'm sick to my stomach.

The work day ends and I'm off. I have about 25 minutes to myself in the car. I usually drive in silence because I'm sick of all my playlists and radio commercials give me road rage. It's true... So whats worse? Being alone with your chaotic thoughts while three different songs that have been stuck in your head since Thursday play simultaneously or listening to the radio with non-stop commercial hour and songs that no one, I mean NO ONE likes any more like Tubthumping by Chambawamba. Though call...

I apologize if this post is like one run on sentence after another but sometimes that is truly what my mind is like so here's my point. (Yes, there is a point.) How do you unwind? My perfect plan would be to come home, go running, cook dinner, clean up a little and go to bed at a decent hour. For me, a decent hour would be before 11:30. I really don't think this plan sounds like too much and millions of people do it successfully everyday. Why is this so hard for me? I have never really enjoyed working out so that's not much of a stress reliever and honestly, on most days I think I need to unwind before I do anything. I do have my super energetic days where I think I can do it all and by the end of the night, I'm so revved up that it takes forever to fall asleep. I do the suggested things almost every night: turning down lights, turning t.v. or music volume down or off, limiting my visual stimulation and focusing on breathing. I swear to you, some days I feel like a fidgety six-year-old that drank too much Mountain Dew.

Am I missing something? What relaxes you?

Crap... I'm an accidental hypocrite!

I didn't realize my other blog had the CAPTCHA... sorry! Now I'm kind of embarrassed....

Just call me Susie

Susie (Suzy?) Homemaker that is, because last night I cooked a meal. I cooked it all by myself- without any recipes! (No, it was not a frozen pizza. Smartass.) This may seem incredibly trivial and silly to some but I am not a cook. I can barely boil water without it overflowing. Here's the thing- it was good. I swear! My husband ate it all in seven minutes. What was this meal? I will tell you. It was not difficult at all so even I can't completely understand why I feel the need to blog about it.

I made baked salmon with a light sour cream, fresh dill and red onion spread. For sides I sauteed asparagus and red onion and garlic mashed potatoes. I don't know why but I just feel like this is a milestone in my domestic bliss. This is actually the third thing I've made in the last few weeks. I'm taking baby steps. First, I baked fresh mozzaerella on tomato slices with balsamic vinagirette and basil. It was kind of like bruschetta- but better. Then I made a chicken noodle soup. I don't know how I did it and I probably couldn't even give you a recipe for that but the fact that I did it made me (and my husband) proud.

Deep Thoughts by Pamela Quigley

CAPTCHA. Completely Automated Public Turing test to tell Computers and Humans Apart.

I understand the purpose and the intentions are great but man, is it annoying. Sometimes it is really easy- like four letters FHND. Other times it seems to be about 18 letters long with squiggly marks on it and the T looks more like a 7 and after the third or fourth attempt I just give up.

Just because I don't comment on blogs or frequently leave comments on myspace doesn't mean that I'm not reading. I am. I just probably got in a captcha fight and lost.

Seriously? Who does that?

My dentist and I are quickly becoming very VERY close. Why, you ask? Well, two years of not ever going has taken quite a toll on my mouth. Gross... I needed a lot of work done so I've been seeing her about once a week or so for about a month and I've got about two more appointments before we're done. (Not counting actually getting my wisdom teeth pulled... that will happen in January. DO NOT tell me about any of your experiences, I BEG you! I am already scared enough.)

Yesterday I went in for two fillings. I suppose I'm getting used to being shot with novocaine and such because half way through the prodedure I fell asleep! I swear to you. I woke up to her telling me to open my mouth. I guess I was tired and she numbed me up really well and well.... I dozed off for a few seconds. Seriously. Who does that?

Another Blog?

Why not? I'm going to still keep this one for random rants and raves but this one is about a specific interest of mine. Hope you like it.

McDonald's Sucks

I had a doctor's appointment last Wednesday morning (nothing serious, just routine) and since it ended earlier that I expected, I decided to hop on to over McDizzle's (you probably just call it McDonald's) for a breakfast burrito. I look at my clock. It says 10:12. Perfect. That should be enough time to get through the six cars ahead of me and place my order. Just as my clock says 10:26 I pull up to order- angry that it's taken that long in the first place. (We all know that they stop selling breakfast at 10:30.... ) I don't know why I felt the need to ask but I did.

"You're still serving breakfast, right?"

"No- it's lunch time."

"What!?? seriously? It's 10:26!"

"Our clock says 10:30."

"On the dot??"

"Yes."

"What is this? Is it on bar time!?!?"

So I drove away. Angry. And hungry.

I still had an entire four minutes! I KNOW my clock in the car isn't that off. And WTF!?!? Who wants to eat lunch at 10:30 in the freaking morning?!! I can deal with it at 11 but not 10:30. I hate that place and those breakfast Nazis.

If they mated....

I stumbled upon this website that takes your picture and your husbands and then somehow generates what your baby will look like. My husband and I have a pretty good idea what our future children will look like- curly (probably red) hair, blue eyes, round nose, freckles... Of course I wanted to try this and see if our predictions matched a computer's! The few that I saw seemed cute and oddly possible. Well.... then I got our results.... tell me what you think.













Not quite what I was expecting....

I don't know what to title this post

but look at what I found! Ok, ok- in all fairness, I found it on someone else's blog but isn't this fun?

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You can make your own at Wordle. I used the lyrics from At Last which was our first dance. I actually wanted to do something similar with those lyrics but maybe I'll just do this. My other idea was to use black paint and put it on a white canvas. Ehh... who am I kidding? I'll probably do both! Hope you like it.

Two years ago today...

I met my Husband. If you would have told me a week and two years ago that I'd meet the man of my dreams and marry him, I would have probably laughed in your face! If you ask him how we met, he'll just tell you that I showed up on his doorstep one day. Actually, I worked with his roommate and knew he had single friends. His roommate called one night and asked if I wanted to hang out and I jumped at the chance. He said that a cab would be there in 20 minutes and in 20 minutes I was ready to go, he was waiting on the curb and shaking his hand. To be totally honest- I almost didn't give him my phone number. Actually, I was about to give him the rejection hotline! I figured that this guy was way out of my league and to avoid disappointment altogether, I should just walk away. As I was writing it down, I decided to take a chance. I am so glad I did.

We didn't date for long before love came and smacked us in the face. It is so true when they say, "When you know, you just know." Almost six months to the day after we met, he proposed. It was perfect. Sixteen months after that, we were married. I know that not many couples remember or celebrate the day they met but we do. That day seriously changed everything!

He is so awesome. He even sent these to work today! I'm the luckiest.

Pamela needs...

Reading through my blog roll, I came across a little game. Type in "(your name) needs" and see what comes up. Interesting....

Pamela needs:
-a sperm donor. Really? No thanks.
-a lesson in fashion. Hmmm..... I bet they're talking about Pamela Anderson....
-help. Yep- that seals the deal. All of my needs are about Pamela Anderson.

Nonetheless, here are some more:
-a hug. Yes, that would be lovely.
-an easier life. Don't we all?
-to go home. Oh, Google, how you taunt me so. I would love to go home and take a nap. Especially after the day I've had...
-another $50,000. Another $50,000!?!? Where was my first $50,000?? Never mind, I'll take it!
-to trust her talents and instincts. Yeah... That's like saying, "follow your heart." Thanks...

You have GOT to be kidding me

So I'm walking through Hobby Lobby (yeah, that's right! I love that place!) and I'm checking out the summer decorations to potentially hang on my front door.




And then.... there it is.......
an entire two aisles dedicated to
CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS.



You have got to be kidding me!!!! Seriously?!? In JUNE?!?! We haven't even celebrated the 4th of July, Columbus Day or Labor Day! I thought Thanksgiving was early but I can handle it. Then the tall, fake Christmas trees started making appearances around Halloween.

But JUNE!?!? This just stresses me out! Well if they think I'm going to start my Christmas shopping in June, they've got another thing coming.

My Husband, My Hero

He really is. I'd be so lost without him.

I consider myself a morning person after I have gotten out of bed.
That's the thing... actually getting up and running is the hardest part.

Every morning he helps me decide what I'm going to wear and chases down my blue flip flops or my missing UGG as I recreate the scene from "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" where she learns how to put contacts in. As I run out the door, he hands me my keys, a Bolthouse and my cell phone and waves to me as I pull out of the driveway. What a perfect way to start my day.

Pamela vs. mxq

Just in case you're curious....

My husband and I share an email account. We both comment on very different types of blogs. Depending on who has used it last, you might see my picture with mxq tagged to it. He didn't comment, though. I did. He likes dogs and nail polish. Just not enough to comment about them.

Stay tuned. We will work through this kink together.

Deep Thoughts by Pamela Quigley

I know this has been posted on other blogs that we all frequent but I have been thinking and I just wanted to say that I've come to the realization that you guys (from stlwed) probably know me better than my real friends. Seriously! I feel like we talk about way more stuff. I can post any thought I have in my head (like i am right now) via blog or thread and half the time, when I see my "real" friends, the thought is forgotten or I just don't think to tell them. I know we've had this discussion before at the GNOs (Girls Night Out) but honestly, most of you have become my real friends. I wouldn't have it any other way. See? Look at how much fun we have!

Ok... enough with the sappy talk!

I GOT A NNNNNEW CAAAAAAR!

I usually try to be more humble than this but I am just so excited!!! I got a new car!!! It is an Audi A4 Quattro- which means it has 4-wheel drive- which makes me feel so much safer in our crazy Missouri weather.

Now... I know what you're thinking.... "but Pamela, your Honda was so wonderful! What happened to it?" Well, I will tell you. Michael always drove an Audi but his lease was up. Mine doesn't end until October 2009 and since I'm climbing up in the miles (and we live 3 miles from his job) he's taking the Honda and I get to drive the new car. Sweet deal, right? I thought so!


PS This is my first post including a picture. Proud of me?

It has been a while

It has been a pretty slow day and to be honest- I haven't felt all that witty lately... I stole this from Teresa's blog:

1- The number of how miles I can walk in heels before I start complaining.
2- The number of times I have gone #1 today.
3- The number of flower girls we had in our wedding.
4- The number of co-workers I'd like to kick at any given time in the day.
5- The number of fingers on my hand.
6- The number days I can listen to one playlist before I go nuts and have to make a new one.
7- On this day, God rested.
8- The pounds lost for my wedding. (Also- the number of pounds gained since my wedding)
9- The amount of interviews I scheduled for today.
10- The number of times I checked my email from work today- but add another zero or two.
11- The amount of open positions at my company that I need to fill. YIKES!
12- The number siblings my parents have combined.
13- The number of times I rolled my eyes at a stupid resume today.
14- I'm tired of this game....

Things that annoy others on the web

I read once that using excessive emoticons really bugs people. I am so guilty of it. But honestly- you can't hear someone's tone or catch a joke as quickly on the internet. Emoticons just really convey the emotion.

That's my deep thought for the day...

Go figure

Some people are harder to get a hold of than the Pope. Remember how you asked me that super important question with such urgency? How am I supposed to tell you the answer if you are completely inaccessible?!? It gets ridiculous. I can only call and email you and your assistant so many times before I just give up. You know where I sit. Come find me.

I'm dumb....

I over-served myself last night... that was bad idea #1. I don't know why I do this to myself... it's a wonder I can function at all today and honestly, I feel fine now. So I'm sitting on my back porch with a friend and a bucket full of booze and we're having a good time when she reminds me that it's a "school night" and she needs to go home and go to bed. WHAT? Why? I don't know why I insist on going balls to the wall after a few cocktails. She leaves. The smart and logical next step would be to join my husband and go to sleep like the rest of the world. Like a grown up. But no... I start calling people. Bad idea #2. "Hey Little Brother. Enjoying your summer? What are you up to? Yes..... I have been drinking. Am I on speaker phone?" Had enough? Oh no- "Hi, Mom! Just calling to say HI!" We talk for about 40 minutes. Time for bed? Nope! Because I know that I will want to sleep as long as I can in the morning I decide to take a quick shower. And shave. It seemed like a good idea at the time! After I dropped my razor 8 times I realized- that was a bad idea too.

Pamela the Non-Blogger has a blog!

Can anyone hear me? (I thought about doing that "Testing... 1...2...3..." but I figured that's been done before. Many times.)

So I don't know what I'm doing here. Bare with me! I'll get the hang of it. You'll see.

Coming up with a name was a bit difficult for me. I read all the tips. Who is your audience? What is the overall mood of your blog? I have no idea and that's ok. I figured I can use this kind of as my on-line journal. Sort of like Doogie Howser meets Carrie Bradshaw. Except without all the geniusness. And minus the string of boyfriends. This is going to be interesting. At least for me.