last night for my sister's thanksgiving dinner. It is so good that I think I may need to make a second batch. There is a strong possibility that this batch will be gone before Thursday.
Read more...Sometimes random keywords will make my blog pop up on search results.
Someone in New York just googled: "Mom in underwear."
Dude (dudette?), time for therapy.
I had a pretty good weekend. I headed back up to PA for a good friend's, who I've known since I was four, bridal shower. Apollo was, of course, thrilled because he got to see my parents, who he adores (especially my mom). What's not to love? Bigger house, bigger, nicer yard and oodles of treats and love.
Picture is Apollo and me. I had no idea I make that face when I squint.
My dad, awhile ago, bought a case of Yeunglinger lagers. What he didn't know at the time is that they are GINORMOUS BOTTLES. 22 fl oz - almost twice the size of regular bottles. So I had to endure comments like, "You're not going driving after you finish that bottle, are you?" from my mom.
I took oodles of pictures of my girlfriends at the shower, but I won't be posting their pictures. However, I want to say...They are a bunch of HAWT babes. They put me to shame. And they're so much fun to hang out with. My "replacement" (I know, she's not really, but that's what I'm calling her) is awesome. I spent some time chatting with her and I approve. I love her already just based on our 20 minute chat and can see us being friends easily. Good addition to the group.
One of the...let's call it "perks" with quote marks for sarcasm...of being a longtime friend of the bride is I got a few classic comments and questions from her family like this conversation I had with KR's mom, "So you're the last one to get married?"
"Yep."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Nah, I haven't been hooked yet."
"You...do want to get married?" Poignant pause and all.
I laughed and told her I'd like to but if I didn't, it wouldn't bother me that much.
KR's mom gave me a wierd little look after that. I'm not sure if maybe she didn't understand me (accent and all, you know), or maybe she wasn't too sure she liked what I said. Who knows?
I thought about the afternoon while driving home last night in between "white-knuckle driving weather", and I realized I did mean what I said. I don't mind being the last single one, I don't mind not being married, I'm not in a hurry to do so. What I do mind is that everyone seems to be...adult-like. They give me the impression that they know what they want out of life, while I don't. Maybe they're just better at putting on a front.
I can't wait for next weekend. Bachelorette party hoo-ah!
Read more...The other day, I was browsing a few outdoorsy websites when I noticed one of my favorites has a j-o-b listing for a copywriter. I'm very tempted - the company sounds fabulous. From the sounds of it, they don't keep strict hours, and encourage workers to take the day off to go skiing/boarding if there's a good snow day ("powder day", it's called on their website). Here's the dilemma. It's in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Now, I've been talking about moving to somewhere the Rockies region in a year. My concern is, will a company hire someone on the other side of the country for what is essentially an entry-level job? I had a hard enough time finding work here in D.C. when I lived barely two hours away. Recruiters were very concerned about that distance even though I'd reassure them that I'd move at my own expense.
Plus, with the economy and job market what it is, the thought of spending $500 on a gamble (flight, hotel, rental car) irks me.
Ah well. Nothing ventured is nothing gained.
Taken with my cell phone:
From last Sunday
The ONE time Apollo looks at the camera...
How can anyone resist this fuzzy goodness?
Snowdrops?
The letter "S" is for...
Stained?
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