Monday, March 7, 2011
30 Day photo challenge- Day 5
A picture of your favorite memory:
Welcome to Parade Day. It occurs a week or two before St. Patrick's Day and usually begins with Kegs and Eggs at the Monster's House. This particular parade day occurred right after Mayer jumped from the roof of O'Neill's (now the Manasquan Beach House) trying to jump to a tree. You read that right. The day of the parade dawned chilly but sunny and ridiculous amounts of beer were consumed by all. Poor Mayer had been alternating between crutches and the wheelchair and for this day we decided the wheelchair would benefit us the most. Unfortunately, for Mayer, we forgot what an asshole Monster could be. Half way to the parade Monster DUMPED Mayer out of the wheelchair and took off in it. Which of course to the rest of us shit-faced jackasses was hilarious. In other news, the wheelchair got us into Paul's Tavern ahead of the line AND got us free drinks. I walked 7 miles home and was in bed by 6 hammered. Then had to sneak back out of my house and call a cab to get back to the party at Monster's. Classic Erin.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
30 Day Photo Challenge- Day 4
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
Saturday, March 5, 2011
30 Day Photo Challenge- Day 3
A Picture from the Cast of Your Favorite Show. Christ, we know this is going to be a difficult one for me. I mean there is Eastbound and Down...The League... It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Sheesh...
The truth is...I could watch the first season of 6 episodes of The League on repeat and not get tired of it. Therefore, it must be my favorite!
Friday, March 4, 2011
30 Day photo challenge- day 2
Apparently, I'm supposed to put a picture of the person I've been closest to longest. Considering our parents divorced and we spent a fair amount of time apartment hopping, my bro and I are pretty close out of necessity. Which is ironic because he's basically a version of my father who I am not very close to. I have issues. Anyway, Peter was so bummed when my rents marriage busted up that he refused to speak to anyone but me. And when he did speak, he spoke in a made up language no one could decipher. We made up new games using old board game pieces when we didn't have toys. We wore our ugly ass kmart outfits and shared a water bed when it was time to go to Dad's. We beat the ever living shit out of each other. I had scars up and down my arms from him pinching me with his nails as a kid. Now, I drive him crazy by showing up at work to try on the BOING shoes (Nike shoes. I bounce around the store yelling BO-OING). I call him just to chat when I'm lonely. I counsel him. I support him. Now I don't know what the hell he does for me (puts up with me?) but he's not bad for a bro.
This picture is from his 21st birthday. I was living in Jersey and he flew up to see me. Because he knew if anyone could give him a great birthday, it would be his party-loving older sister.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
30 Day photo challenge
Everybody is doing this shit on facebook. I don't play that way. Instead, I'm throwing it up here on the blog because I figure, WHO THE FUCK DOESN'T LOVE PICTURES? Plus, it guarantees I have topics for at least a month. Plus, I know you want to know me. But not in a biblical sense.
Anybody know the rules to this shit?
Pretty sure day 1 is a photo of me. And 10 things about me. So here goes nothing.
1. My favorite word is Fuck. Seriously. I know you find it surprising but I just fucking love dropping fucking f bombs. It is an incredibly diverse word. And, when done right, really adds a lot of spice to a conversation. Or blog. I haven't a clue if I do it right but I fucking love it so it fucking stays.
2. My favorite letter is B. B is for boobs, beer, booze, balls, brews, beach, bars, BOOM, boning, boner...I mean, come on. Is there a b word out there you dislike? If there is, I can't think of it right now.
3. I work in finance. Which is stupid because I haven't taken a math course since I was 17. And I hate numbers. I did however pass the calculus portion of the UGA entrance exam despite never having taken calculus.
4. I have a large family. My mom has 10 brothers and sisters, my dad has 6. I have a brother and a sister. My step dad has a sister. I have 30+ first cousins and twice as many 2nd or 3rd cousins that I actually talk to regularly. Most of them live within 30 minutes of each other.
5. My favorite liquor is is tequila. It isn't the most versatile of the liquors but it is the most fun. It makes me happy or angry. It gives me liquid courage. It tastes delicious. It is fun to shoot. And I adore nothing more than sitting on a patio somewhere drinking a margarita.
6. I'm a beach gal at heart. Jersey Shore is where I long to be. Judge away because I know it is not how you see it on tv.
7. After a conversation, I always imagine how I could have changed it to sound better. Especially fights. Sometimes prior to having a conversation I do it to. Sometimes I do it knowing I'll never say it. Ever.
8. I obsess. Over shit that doesn't even matter to anyone but me. I might have Aspergers. No, no I don't. And even saying it is doing a huge disservice to those that suffer from the Autism Spectrum Disorders. I seriously, seriously apologize for that.
9. Clearly, I say things and then think about them and have to immediately apologize. I am pretty insensitive.
10. I've never been out of the country. If I win the lottery I would like to go to Ireland. Maybe Italy. But honestly, I'd just like to take a vacation that didn't involve going to visit someone. I want to go to the beach for the sake of going to the beach. I want to go to the Grand Canyon, just to go. I want to take a cruise cause I feel like it.
Anybody know the rules to this shit?
Pretty sure day 1 is a photo of me. And 10 things about me. So here goes nothing.
2. My favorite letter is B. B is for boobs, beer, booze, balls, brews, beach, bars, BOOM, boning, boner...I mean, come on. Is there a b word out there you dislike? If there is, I can't think of it right now.
3. I work in finance. Which is stupid because I haven't taken a math course since I was 17. And I hate numbers. I did however pass the calculus portion of the UGA entrance exam despite never having taken calculus.
4. I have a large family. My mom has 10 brothers and sisters, my dad has 6. I have a brother and a sister. My step dad has a sister. I have 30+ first cousins and twice as many 2nd or 3rd cousins that I actually talk to regularly. Most of them live within 30 minutes of each other.
5. My favorite liquor is is tequila. It isn't the most versatile of the liquors but it is the most fun. It makes me happy or angry. It gives me liquid courage. It tastes delicious. It is fun to shoot. And I adore nothing more than sitting on a patio somewhere drinking a margarita.
6. I'm a beach gal at heart. Jersey Shore is where I long to be. Judge away because I know it is not how you see it on tv.
7. After a conversation, I always imagine how I could have changed it to sound better. Especially fights. Sometimes prior to having a conversation I do it to. Sometimes I do it knowing I'll never say it. Ever.
8. I obsess. Over shit that doesn't even matter to anyone but me. I might have Aspergers. No, no I don't. And even saying it is doing a huge disservice to those that suffer from the Autism Spectrum Disorders. I seriously, seriously apologize for that.
9. Clearly, I say things and then think about them and have to immediately apologize. I am pretty insensitive.
10. I've never been out of the country. If I win the lottery I would like to go to Ireland. Maybe Italy. But honestly, I'd just like to take a vacation that didn't involve going to visit someone. I want to go to the beach for the sake of going to the beach. I want to go to the Grand Canyon, just to go. I want to take a cruise cause I feel like it.
Nights I can't remember with friends I'll never forget
So I had a post planned on my rules of dating (every girl has her own version though in my case it is more of a set of loose guidelines. See what I did there? And this is getting too long for a set of parenthesis). But then, The Ego Booster dropped a bomb shell last night and now I'm obsessing and got no sleep last night. Another thing girls do because we are all fucking crazy (though most won't admit it as freely as I do). You tell us one seemingly inconsequential thing and we analyze the fuck out of it. We beat a dead horse. And then we go back for more.
Jesus. Clearly I am both obsessing and suffering for it.
Any. Way.
The Ego Booster and I were having anormal conversation. In fact, I believe we may have been joking about my last trip to Jersey and what a mess I was. The following conversation then occurs:
EB: What, you don't remember making out with me? At Bar A?
B: Shut up. Why would you wait until now to ask me that? Or I guess rather to tell me that?
B: I hope you don't feel too used? Whoops.
EB: Haha it wasn't that long or anything. I guess your booze kicked in an you wanted a lil lovin'.
B: Damnit.
EB: What?
B: I made out with you and I can't remember!
EB: Haha, better than us having sex and you not remembering.
B: Fuccccckkkkkkk. I'm sorry Ego Booster.
EB: For what?
B: For not remembering. I feel like a real jackass.
EB: I'm not mad or anything. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry.
And from there it just spiraled out of control. I was so frustrated with my inability to remember. Even after being prodded I have ZERO recollection. No vague memory or sensory thought. Just blackness.
B: That does explain a lot about Monday though.
EB: Why?
B: I couldn't figure out why I had the urge to kiss you all Monday morning.
EB: Ahhh, yeah. I got an off hug instead. Weak.
B: Hey! You could have kissed me. Jerk.
EB: Haha, I was going to but then the hug came in and I figured I was in the friend zone.
B: I was so fucking confused. The urge to kiss you seemingly came out of nowhere and then I was all like self-conscious and shit cause I thought it was just me being ridiculous.
Jesus, WHO THE FUCK GOES TO A BAR AT 27 YEARS OLD AND SUCKS FACE?!?!?! As The Ego Booster pointed out, apparently me. And clearly, I have an issue remembering shit when I drink or the Sex Test wouldn't exist. But there is no kiss test yet so how the fuck was I supposed to know? And why would anyone wait A MONTH AND A HALF to fucking mention it? There have been ample opportunities to bring up the fact that I threw myself at this guy in the bar.
On a side note, this makes it super impressive (or sad) that when he got me back to our friend's place, he simply put me to bed and didn't try to get me naked. I mean what a gentleman. Or idiot since clearly I was revving to go.
I then dialed my friend from college and told her the whole pathetic story and she just laughed at me and told me not to fret (don't fret little one). But I can't NOT fret. As a female I am wired to wonder what he thinks of me for doing that? And, is that why he talks to me? Because I'm a hussy who throws herself at men in bars and then sexts them on the weekends they aren't together? (the answer to that one is no. He actually answered it without being asked when I called him at 12:30 am to figure out what the fuck he was thinking) Was the make out good? (I would assume yes otherwise why would he want to come visit me and make out some more?) Does this instantly ruin anything we had going? Why the fuck can't I remember?
God. I'm a nut job. A nut job who needs coffee. Stat.
Jesus. Clearly I am both obsessing and suffering for it.
Any. Way.
The Ego Booster and I were having a
EB: What, you don't remember making out with me? At Bar A?
B: Shut up. Why would you wait until now to ask me that? Or I guess rather to tell me that?
B: I hope you don't feel too used? Whoops.
EB: Haha it wasn't that long or anything. I guess your booze kicked in an you wanted a lil lovin'.
B: Damnit.
EB: What?
B: I made out with you and I can't remember!
EB: Haha, better than us having sex and you not remembering.
B: Fuccccckkkkkkk. I'm sorry Ego Booster.
EB: For what?
B: For not remembering. I feel like a real jackass.
EB: I'm not mad or anything. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry.
And from there it just spiraled out of control. I was so frustrated with my inability to remember. Even after being prodded I have ZERO recollection. No vague memory or sensory thought. Just blackness.
B: That does explain a lot about Monday though.
EB: Why?
B: I couldn't figure out why I had the urge to kiss you all Monday morning.
EB: Ahhh, yeah. I got an off hug instead. Weak.
B: Hey! You could have kissed me. Jerk.
EB: Haha, I was going to but then the hug came in and I figured I was in the friend zone.
B: I was so fucking confused. The urge to kiss you seemingly came out of nowhere and then I was all like self-conscious and shit cause I thought it was just me being ridiculous.
Jesus, WHO THE FUCK GOES TO A BAR AT 27 YEARS OLD AND SUCKS FACE?!?!?! As The Ego Booster pointed out, apparently me. And clearly, I have an issue remembering shit when I drink or the Sex Test wouldn't exist. But there is no kiss test yet so how the fuck was I supposed to know? And why would anyone wait A MONTH AND A HALF to fucking mention it? There have been ample opportunities to bring up the fact that I threw myself at this guy in the bar.
On a side note, this makes it super impressive (or sad) that when he got me back to our friend's place, he simply put me to bed and didn't try to get me naked. I mean what a gentleman. Or idiot since clearly I was revving to go.
I then dialed my friend from college and told her the whole pathetic story and she just laughed at me and told me not to fret (don't fret little one). But I can't NOT fret. As a female I am wired to wonder what he thinks of me for doing that? And, is that why he talks to me? Because I'm a hussy who throws herself at men in bars and then sexts them on the weekends they aren't together? (the answer to that one is no. He actually answered it without being asked when I called him at 12:30 am to figure out what the fuck he was thinking) Was the make out good? (I would assume yes otherwise why would he want to come visit me and make out some more?) Does this instantly ruin anything we had going? Why the fuck can't I remember?
God. I'm a nut job. A nut job who needs coffee. Stat.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Super Snack
It is my lunch break and as I munch on Pirate's Booty and my turkey sandwich, I read whatever pops up on yahoo.com.
Apparently, today, they know how hungry I am because they have an article proclaiming Bananas bust hunger.
Ever grab a snack but then feel hungry again 20 minutes later? Next time, reach for a banana. It’s loaded with Resistant Starch (RS), a healthy carb that fills you up and helps to boost your metabolism. Slightly underripe medium-sized bananas have 12.5 grams of RS—more than most other foods. Ripe bananas give you 4.7 grams of RS, still enough to keep hunger pangs away. Check out these tasty ways to work in this wonder food.
Let me tell you, I had a banana for breakfast this morning with my vitamins and cranberry juice and it filled me up for an hour or so (I know I should have eaten more but I was in a rush and running late). I do love bananas though and if you're looking for a way to change up your banana ingestion, check out the story for a few recipes.
Also, a few days late but I have the KT Tape winner- Fruitfly shoot me an email at fromfat2fab2009@gmail.com with your address and I will get that out for you. I'm trying to think up the next giveaway (ideally I would like to do a minimum of 1 a month). Suggestions are welcome :)
Why am I not blogging lately? Because I feel fatter than a cow and I cannot reign in my eating. Just thinking about the blog is depressing me. But I am getting a workout in every day so I have that going for me.
Apparently, today, they know how hungry I am because they have an article proclaiming Bananas bust hunger.
Ever grab a snack but then feel hungry again 20 minutes later? Next time, reach for a banana. It’s loaded with Resistant Starch (RS), a healthy carb that fills you up and helps to boost your metabolism. Slightly underripe medium-sized bananas have 12.5 grams of RS—more than most other foods. Ripe bananas give you 4.7 grams of RS, still enough to keep hunger pangs away. Check out these tasty ways to work in this wonder food.
Let me tell you, I had a banana for breakfast this morning with my vitamins and cranberry juice and it filled me up for an hour or so (I know I should have eaten more but I was in a rush and running late). I do love bananas though and if you're looking for a way to change up your banana ingestion, check out the story for a few recipes.
Also, a few days late but I have the KT Tape winner- Fruitfly shoot me an email at fromfat2fab2009@gmail.com with your address and I will get that out for you. I'm trying to think up the next giveaway (ideally I would like to do a minimum of 1 a month). Suggestions are welcome :)
Why am I not blogging lately? Because I feel fatter than a cow and I cannot reign in my eating. Just thinking about the blog is depressing me. But I am getting a workout in every day so I have that going for me.
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