Fleet's In!

That's what we used to say, sitting on the beach, when I lived in San Diego. We would be hangin' at the beach, minding our own business, when a barrage of sailors would infiltrate and try to start conversations with any and all girls on the beach.

Random story you say? Well, yesterday I was at a strip mall with a friend when I said "Hey look, sailors!" My friend asked if I had been smoking crack, after all, this is the desert. But she turned to where I was looking and said "Oh my god!"

















Ahoy, matey. Over and out!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Valentine's Day is a made up holiday that I hate. But this is the best valentine I've seen (stolen from a blog I stalk):

So What if I'm a Valley Girl!

So, today at work I was talking to a co-worker when she stopped and said, "I totally heard your California accent when you said that!" I looked at her in horror and corrected her. I said, "Oh, we Californians don't have accents. It's everyone else that does!"

She tried to disagree with me. I further explained that the standard is set in California and everyone else varies from us. She told me that she heard my "Valley Girl" accent. Well, first of all, I do speak "Valley Girl" but it's not an accent. I'm not sure she agreed but it doesn't matter cuz, it is what it is!

Eeeek!!

I was going through some old emails, getting rid of old unneeded ones when I came across one sent last May from Pretty Doctor. It was about a blog she reads and the blogger posted about spiders. She sent me the link, which I read (stupidly) and then I responded to Pretty Doctor's email with this sentence (I know it looks like a paragraph but it's a sentence):

OMG I so wanted to respond to this post and talk about our spider shoe that lives in the garage cuz it has bad dead spider karma on it and how it had to be someone else's shoe and all the crazy stuff I feel about spiders and how they are just so creepy and on and on but I couldn't figure out how to post and then I don't really want to cuz it makes it all the more real!

Yeah, I pretty much can't deal with spiders at all. Just remembering that response has me hyperventilating.

Texting while driving? I can't even text while walking!

I just had this text conversation while almost running into a pole, which is eerie.!

Me to Pretty Girl and Mr. Interesting:
Oooh, I think I just saw a hooker going to class!

From Mr. Interesting:
At least she's trying.

From Pretty Girl:
Awesome! Class before work, always.

Me to Pretty Girl:
That's my motto.

To Pretty Girl and Mr. Interesting:
Yeah but if that was me I would choose pole dancing and what is weird is I just had this conversation with someone yesterday.

From Pretty Girl:
LOL, of course you did!

Work, work, work

So the holidays are over. It always goes so fast! I have had some criticism about not blogging (Mr. Interesting!).














Well my mind is mush. I am back to working 5 days a week and I'm telling you, it's tuff!! I haven't worked a 5 day week in a month. Mr. Interesting must have a mind of mush too if he has time to visit my blog and notice that I'm not updating it.

I tried the lottery but that didn't turn out so great, as I'm still dragging my sorry ass out of bed every morning to go to work.

Anyway, the state and the rest of the world continue to recover from the events of last weekend. That's good. Our President spoke last night and I think he helped in the healing.
















So now what? Well, next week is the first week of school and I am so looking forward to the funny questions the newbies will have regarding their classes. I'll let you know. It's usually pretty entertaining.

To the Pretty Girl Degree!

That's right, she did it, she graduated. So did The Home Owner. Here are some pictures from an event filled weekend...

Her bedazzled cap and "A" Mountain


















The rival sisters


















The jumbo-tron


















Pretty Girl on the jumbo-tron (top of screen)


















Pretty Girl and The Home Owner
























The Dynamic Trio


















The Prettys