I'm a goober

Because not only did I get excited when I saw this...

I also took a picture of it...

And the woman standing beside me in the aisle just stared.

Because I also may or may not have said (without using my inside voice), "HOW COOL IS THIS?!?!!"

Isn't that exciting?!? Both cream of's in one can?!

Imagine the possibilities people.

It's brilliant.

In other news, I need a life.

Also, for those of you who didn't sleep a wink last night worrying about my drivers license, I'm going to get that taken care of during lunch today.

Ciao!

So it's just me?

Convo between me and my bestie Bingmama....


Me: Is it the sign of a problem if you notice that Target got new carpet?

Bingmama: Target has carpet?!? I didn't even know Target had carpet.

Me: Yeah, they've got carpet right when you walk in and in the middle of the store - like in clothes and purses and shoes and ---

Cue the "You are my bestie, but you are also a total weirdo" stare from Bingmama.

Me: oh.....I'll take that as a yes.

Bingmama: Pretty much.

Want to play?

Do you watch Whose Line Is It Anyway?

Have you seen the Question Game?

Did you know you can play that anywhere, anytime?

Would you believe that I love to play it all the time?

You do?

You still don't understand how it works?

Want an example?

Now do you get it?

Need another example?

Does this drive you crazy?

Are you surprised if I tell you sometimes people do not even want to do this with me?

Guess who likes to play this with me?

Give up?

Did you guess Connie and the Captain?

Is it bragging if I say the three of us are pretty good at it?

Are you easily wowed?

Want to watch us play sometime?

Are you ready for me to quit?

Is there ever really an end to this?

Are you going to have a nice day?

Are you still even reading this?

For me?!? You shouldn't have!

Am I the only one....

Who orders something online for themself....

And uses the "Enclose a gift card?" option....

To send a little note.....

To themself?

Let there be air

And at the end of the ninth day...

There was air.

Beautiful cool air.

And it made the people very happy.

And they clapped their hands with glee.

And cried tears of joy.

And hugged the Air Conditioner Fixer Man.

And the people turned on lights.

And planned menus using the oven.

And slept in their own bed

(Except for the kids who decided to sleep upstairs in the playroom and play cards and watch Game Show Network all night long...)

And the people listened to the gentle hum of the air conditioner.

Instead of the loud whirring of 18 box fans.

And they used their hair dryers without breaking a sweat.

And they were not afraid of the weather forecast showing 90+ highs.

And they opened their blinds.

And the people were happy.

And it was good.

Very, very good.

It was dicey there for a minute

This is what played out yesterday morning in my kitchen as I was leaving for work....


Me: I need to get you a bracket to fill out today. The play-in game is tonight.

Captain (pouring coffee, not even really looking up, very non-chalant-ish, almost in passing): I don't think I'm going to do a bracket.

Me (spewing coffee in disbelief and hoping to chalk this up to a misunderstanding): Wait - what did you say?

Captain: I probably won't do a bracket this year.

Me (voice four octaves higher): YOU'RENOTDOINGABRACKET!?!?!? WHYAREN'TYOUDOING A BRACKET?!?! WHATDOYOUMEANYOU'RENOTDOING A BRACKET?!?!?!?

Captain: I don't know. I just don't have time. And it's not that big of a deal.

Me (looking for a paper bag to breathe in): Not that big of a deal?!?! Of course it's a big deal. It's the biggest deal of all deals. You HAVE to do a bracket. YOU HAVE TO DO A BRACKET!!

Captain: When do you think I'm gonna' have time to fill out this bracket?

Me (wondering if this would actually be grounds for a scriptural divorce): Time? TIME?! You MAKE time. It's the priority of the day. The most important thing that you have to do all day. The number one thing on your to-do list. It's March Madness for gravy's sake!!!

Captain (just agreeing with me so I'll shut it): OK already. Give me a bracket.

Me (feeling much better about our marriage and feeling a little bad about the earlier divorce thoughts): That's more like it.

Captain (focusing on the newspaper): Go to work.

Me: Give me the crossword. That's the second most important thing that I have to do today.

It's cold. And hot.

We've got our eye to the sky.

Because tonight & tomorrow may be Ice, Ice Baby.

(If that made you start singing a little Vanilla Ice, please raise your hand...)

The Ice Storm cometh.

Maybe.

We have a tremendous track record of being "right on the line" which translates to being right on the stinking border of six inches of wintery stuff and three days of cold rain.

And the weather folk tease us with their sweet words full of promises. They look right in the camera and say sweet nothings like snow, sleet, freezing rain. And sometimes they even go so far as to say that word that is very, very committal ... ACCUMULATION.

And sometimes it happens.

And sometimes it doesn't....Which is also known as "Build me up buttercup..."

And so here we are in yet another "wait and see" situation today and tonight.

Which means I will wake up every thirty minutes and go look out the window.

Then if we DON'T get any ice or snow, I am disappointed and tired and a big pot of cranky the next day. Bah.

But pay attention because here is where it gets exciting people....

I sent Jim Cantore a weather question tweet the other day....

As you know, he is one of my Top Five Celebrity Crushes

Let's take a look at him again for good weather measure. Want to?

Hubba.

Wait - what was I saying?

Oh yes - the weather tweet....

Anyway, I sent him a weather question tweet asking if Memphis would see any of this alleged winter weather....

AND HE TWEETED ME BACK.

Yes he did.

I GOT A TWEET FROM JIM CANTORE.

{clapping hands with glee}

He said, "@angie128 models trending south with ice potential so yes."

Which I'm sure actually means, "Thank you for being my biggest fan. Let's go to dinner the next time I'm in town."

Or maybe not.

Regardless, my day was complete.

And today may, or may not, be my 40-something-th birthday.

So if Jim Cantore and my other favorite Weather Guy want to give me a big ol' icy snow storm for my birthday, which would lead to a lovely three-day weekend filled with soup, Wii games, a good book, and some college hoops, who am I to say no?

Ice Ice Baby.

Word to your mother.

I'm in love! I'm in love! And I don't care who knows it!

I have a new love in my life.

And I'm excited over the newness.

Almost giddy.

You know how a brand new relationship feels.

*sigh*

We're in that "getting to know each other better" phase.

Because this new fella' is nothing like my old guy.

This guy is bigger.

And he looks different.

And sounds different.

And gives me so many more options than my ex.

In fact, I've kicked my ex to the curb.

I know that's a bit brutal.

And I kind of felt bad about it.

Because we had been together almost 17 years.

That's a long time.

But he really put me in a jam.

He let me down.

You know a good, solid relationship requires work by both people....

And he just wasn't willing to work anymore.

He just changed overnight.

He became so....cold.

It was sudden. And shocking. And it really caught me off guard.

I tried to fix it.

I tried to fix what was broken.

But he still wouldn't work.

There was no way I could remain in such a dysfunctional relationship.

So I was forced to find somebody new.

And fast.

And then this handsome fella' showed up in my life.

Oooooohh.....

I could just swoon.

It's all just so....so....new.

He came into my life pretty quickly.

And now we see each other every day.

In fact, several times a day.

When we are together it is LOADS of fun.

Our relationship gets quite heated.

Cause he's ...well....he's just so HOT.

Sorry. I don't mean to embarrass you...

I'm just speaking the truth here people.

Sometimes it seems that all he does is just go round and round.

I almost get DIZZY when I watch him.

But I don't mind that.

I've only known him a few days.

But I'm already completely head over heels ...

....in love.....

A facelift

Why yes, I have a new look.

A little bloggy botox if you will.

How sweet of you to notice.

You likey?

Be gentle please....

Sold! To the gal with OCD and the migraine.

Friday I noticed an online auction advertised in my newspaper.

And they were auctioning off a sectional.

I have totally been in the market for a sectional for my playroom. But I don't want to spend a small fortune on it.

#1 because it's upstairs and said purchased sectional would not be in the direct line of public viewing.

#2 Did I mention it was in the playroom? Which means it will get jumped on and flopped on and be forced to endure lots of wii playing activity.

But I thought that if I could get this sectional for a moderate song, then why not?

So I registered.

And entered my "maximum secret bid".

OK, I actually had to get Friend Anne to help me because I'm a moron. And I'm not real savvy with online auctions.

So she explained it all to me.

And then I clicked "submit bid". Eeeeeek!

I was the current high bidder!!!

Then I got excited. And nervous.

Because what if I won the sectional?!?!? I would be excited. And nervous.

And what if I didn't win the sectional?!?!? I would be sad. And relieved.

It was an odd sort of emotion rolling around in that ol' heart of mine.

The auction ran for 48 hours. And I obsessed over it all weekend and constantly checked my email and the auction site for updates would occasionally think about it and check the current bid.

I am not cut out for ebay.

Or apparently any sort of auction.

Because there is a constant state of nervousness during this bidding process. It is not good for anyone with OCD. Just sayin'.

I was actually the only bidder on the sectional. Well, one other guy bid, but it did not meet the reserve, so his bid was never accepted. So my original bid was it.

And all 382,429 times every time I checked, I was the ONLY bidder. So things were kind of in my favor. Unless there was a last minute bump bidder.

I also had some momentary panic set in when I wondered if the sectional was really a SECTIONal. Like, could this thing make it up my stairs? And make those tight little stairway turns? Hmmmmm.

The auction closed at 10pm on Sunday night. Which is past my bedtime. But I thought I could stay up and witness history. But then I got a migraine. And really could not even get out of bed. Much less check the current bid status.

The Captain offered to stay up and engage in a bidding war if necessary. And courageously fight that last minute bump bid. Cause he is brave like that.

But I decided that my first - and only - bid was my final offer. And if I were going to keep upping my bid, then I could just buy it directly from the store.

So I went to bed.

And Monday morning discovered....

I WON!!! I WON THE SECTIONAL!!

Woooo hooooo!

Did I mention that the sectional - that I now own - was one of the exact ones that I had looked at?!?! And how cool is that?

In the meantime, I'm still hoping we can get my little prize up the stairs.....

Stay tuned....