Dog

This weekend we have been down on the Cape having a fabulous weekend. We went down to the beach earlier today.

Ed: Look at that dog in the water.

Ed: Wait, that's not a dog its a person.

Ed: Man, that is an ugly person.

This is just another day in my life living with Ed.

Just need Batteries

I am SO excited to share that one of my good friends has finally come to the 21st century and now has a vibrator. Every woman should have at least one!

Some of my friends are very open about this ... you know having it fall out at my wedding .. while others keep it very hidden in the way back of their closet. Either way a girl needs one. For the single, it can help you get through a "dry" patch, for the engaged, it helps with all the stress from wedding planning and for the married, well as the years go by and things change this is one thing that remains the same.

Congrats to those that have one, two or more! If you don't have one yet, put it on your to do list~

My Tony

Getting ready for the fantasy draft on Sunday. I am hoping to get Romo again but we will see what happens. I have a lot of pride running in these games since the majority are males and I LOVE kicking their butts.
I am better in fantasy baseball (currently in 2 out of 16) then football but hoping to improve this year. Making the playoffs are easy but taking it all is another story.

Good: Being in a fantasy league really educates you on all players, not just your favorite teams. It really gives me an appreciation for all the teams.

Bad: Waking up Monday morning and realizing you didn't set up your lineup. Sucks!!

Dinner Plans

Ed and I were out to eat earlier and I was talking to him about the Weight Watcher point system and what different food items have for points. I was staring at the drink menu and saw Strawberry Margarita's and thought that would be awesome to have as a way to end the summer.

Me: A strawberry margarita would be great.

Ed: Well how many points it is?

Me: Probably around 30.

Ed: Well compared to the cheese fries that hardly anything.

Me: True, I will get the margarita instead of the 73 point cheese fries because I am on a diet.

We both burst out in laughter as the waitress looks at us like we are crazy peeps, just a regular night out for dinner.

Side note: I get 28 points for one whole day!!

AVP

Flipping through the channels and I get really excited because one of my favorite movies is on TV.

Me: Alien vs Predator is on. Its the only scary movie I can watch.

Ed: But its not a scary movie.

Me: I know.

Flowers

So last night Ed had a softball game and got back around 10pm. I was half watching the game and half falling asleep on the couch. He comes into the living room with beautiful flowers.

Me: What are the flowers for?

Ed: I am in a really bad mood and you shouldn't have to be around me.

Me: Oh, hunny whats wrong?

Ed: The Yankee's suck.

Me: Ya, sorry about that.

Bruise

I realize I bruise easily but this is ridiculous. Today we interviewed someone to work in our office and the woman was great except she has an extremely firm handshake. Remember Hightower from the Police Academy.

Image him shaking your hand firmly ... hmmm .. I wonder what that would feel like. If you cannot imagine it why don't you go out and get hit by a car, it is the same affect.

So anyway she shakes my hand with a super strong grip and I try not to wince in front of her because she could be my boss at some point. I just smile nicely. On the way out she shakes my hand even harder and I quickly pull away. On the way back to my cube I notice that I have a bruise on my hand. OMG. A bruise, and it is soon confirmed by my other boss who knows everything so thus it is a bruise. Well how did this happen?? I have my boss shake my hand with her fingers extended and sure enough it fits perfectly in line with this bruise.

Eeeek, so what do I do? I cannot have a boss who has hurt me, I mean isn't there some rule or law against that. I turn to my coworkers and they can't take me seriously because my bruise looks like a warped smiley face.

Meta Blogging

So I am sitting her wondering if I should blog about my weight loss at weight watchers. My husband tells me "well only you know if that is something you want to share. It is a very personal and sensitive topic and you just want to be careful". This is great advice.

How is it though he can say stuff like this but forget how to walk and falls down the stairs?

Baseball

I love critiquing baseball games but especially when its the Red Sox vs Yankees. It is even better since my husband loves the Yanks and I am a Boston girl.

The conversation goes like this:

Me: God, A-Rod sucks. If he watched the ball he would have actually caught it. Damn, he is lucky that he doesn't live in Boston cause I would burn down his house.

Ed: He had his eye on it but he misplayed it.

Me: I don't know what you are talking about it.

Being an adult

So I realize I am an adult, I have a job, I own a house, I am married, plus I am way over 18yrs old so legally I am fully an adult but why is it when your parents are around you all of a sudden feel like a kid again?

Hmmm, I wonder if that changes. Like did my parents still feel like kids when their parents were around? What about when I have kids? Will I feel like a fake parent when my parents are around?

The Salon

Can I just say I LOVE going to the hairdresser. I feel so good getting pampered and plus usually when I leave I feel like a superstar. My hairdresser in Medford is fabulous. She is young, hip and totally sweet. The only problem is that I don't live near Medford any more so its a bitch to get there on the weekend so I end up going there after work.

So yesterday I was there and D was running late, which is fine because I didn't have anything else going on. The only downer was I got to listen to this crack lady complain to D about how her hair came out. Personally, I thought it looked nice. Dark hair with caramel highlights.

Apparently, though this lady wanted blonde highlights and they didn't come out that way. D tried to explain that this girls hair is BLACK, yes BLACK, not dark brown, it was black. So even putting bleach blonde on black hair doesn't mean you will get blonde streaks. You need to work up. Most people get this concept but crazy lady just didn't understand. D was great and after crazy lady left all the girls and I had a good laugh.

Plus if she did leave with black hair and bright blonde streaks, she would look like a skunk. Gross, what hairdresser wants to have thier client looking like a skunk.

Then I zoned out and thought about if I was in the show Scrubs this is what would happen:





Crazy girl leaves with her new hair do ...








She comes home and is greeted by her husband, baby and of course their dog!



Thank goodness we don't live in that world because I do not think I could go to a hairdresser that is responsible for this!

Train From Hell

Why is it when you really need to be somewhere on time the train runs late? T and I had to leave work by 9am to go do a training for 10am up on the North Shore. The train I normally take leaves at 7:35 so I get into work by 8:30. Then there is an annoucement on their little stupid screen saying that the train is running 5 - 10 mins late. Then 15 mins later they make the annoucement that the train is running 20 - 25 mins late. Come to find out they just cancelled the train. What the hell?

I SO wanted to take a stapler and grab the first male that I saw and staple his freaking nuts to his thighs. Poor Ed, he saw the look in my eye so he backed away quickly.

Living with Ed

Today I was trying to come up with a name for this blog and my husband suggested "Poopysmith Adventures". That just sums it up right there.