Game On

I don't think that I fully comprehend the number of blogs that are out there. Sometimes I look around wherever I am and wonder how many of the people there have blogs. Or, I wonder if any of those people have ever read my blog, or if I've read theirs. Not all of my friends know about my blog. It is sort of weird how I don't talk about blogging in my normal life.

As you have probably noticed, up on the top of the page, there is a button that says "Next Blog". So, having a little bit of free time on my hands, I thought I would make up a game called "next blog".

Now, you may or may not know that I have made up a few games in my day. My friend Lindsay and I once made up a card game called "booked". I can't remember how to play it.

I once made up a game called "unfuzzy peach", but that mainly involved saying the words "unfuzzy peach" to each other down a line. Not that fun, if you stop and think about it. Or if you actually play.

Perhaps the greatest game I ever made up was called "Money on the Floor", which involved a bunch of girls standing in a circle, someone screaming "MONEY ON THE FLOOR" and throwing a coin on the ground. Then, everyone would yell and scream and dive for the money. I'm telling you, it was no holds barred and an insane amount of fun. That game really spiced up the high school chorus retreat, if you know what I mean.

So, anyway, the game I made up, "Next Blog", is not too hard. Just press the button and see where it takes you. I did this fairly quickly and here's what I got:

Indian Food Recipes
Tupac Shakur Blog (not Tupac's blog, unfortunatley, just a blog about him)
Christian Musings
Dating tips for men seeking hot women (I think this one was my favorite)
Global Warming
Movie Reviews
Maserati Cars


So, if you're bored, give it a try! You might find someone you know! Or, you might find someone who has something a little more interesting and inspiring to tell you than some freak who writes about "unfuzzy peach" games.

Tears Roll Down

As I have told you a few times before, occasionally I have been known to shed a tear over something on television. OK, actually, I cry a lot. Last night, as I watched the Oscars, I started thinking about all the different things that made me cry during the show. I tuned in late, so I missed some parts, but here are the things that got me last night:

1. Jennifer Hudson's speech. I was just so excited for her.
2. Forrest Whitaker's wife during his speech.
3. The clip from "The Pursuit of Happyness", which I haven't seen.
4. Beyonce singing.
5. In Memoriam, introduced by Jodie Foster.
6. Thinking about the last episode of the OC.

Those are the things I can remember off the top of my head. What got to you? And don't say "nothing". I don't believe that you are that hard-hearted.

31 Flavors

Well, today is my birthday. That's right, I'm thirty-one today... and, if you're following the liturgical calendar, you know that it is also Ash Wednesday. Nothing says "party" like the beginning of Lent!

Anyway, I don't have anything terribly funny to tell you today, so I thought I would tell you about the things on my mind today, as I turn 31. I was thinking about all the ways I am the same as I was 10 years ago, at 21, and all the ways I am different. Here's what I've come up with:

1. 10 years ago, I was in college and was living in Florida. Now, neither is true.
2. 10 years ago, I weighed a lot less than I do now, but I still thought I was fat.
3. I did not have a Master's Degree 10 years ago, and had no intention of getting one. I have one now.
4. 10 years ago, I wore jeans all the time. Jeans are still the clothing of my life.
5. 10 years ago, I worried all the time that I would never get married, and I had no idea Mr. Bossy even existed.
6. 10 years ago, I could (and did) stay out late and still get up early and be functional. Today that is a lovely but faded memory.
7. 10 years ago, I thought the internet was weird and that I'd never really get the hang of it.
8. 10 years ago, Mayor of Crazytown was my best friend. Lucky for me, she still is.
9. 10 years ago, I never carried a purse. Perish the thought.
10. 10 years ago, I drove a purple pick-up truck. Fortunately, I don't any more.


I guess a lot has changed, but one thing remains constant:


Happy Birthday to my cowboy boots! They are 14 today and just as beautiful as the day I got them, over at Cowpunchers Palace. Thanks for everything, y'all.

Failure

Friday morning, on my way to work, I decided to swing by and get my emissions inspected. I had even remembered to save cash in case it was cash only, so I was ready to go. I always go to the same place, "Dad's", and I knew that they were quick and friendly.

So, I pull into the station, start to chat with the guy as he works. We get to the very end of the test, the gas cap portion of the exam, and the computer says "Failure". Ouch.

So, the man seems unfazed, and tries again. "Failure".

He squirts my gas cap with some sort of cleaner, and tries again. "Failure".

I am starting to take this personally, and I say "What does this mean?" He says, "You failed the test".

Now, I have failed a test or two in my day. I distinctly remember failing a test in 11th grade on "Hamlet". Hell, in college I failed an entire course. (Computer science. In my defense, I was a music major and had no idea how to WRITE computer programs). However, nothing was so painful as failing my emissions test. What a loser!

However, the man at "Dad's" couldn't have been more reassuring. He sent me down the street to the auto parts store (first time ever) and told me to buy a gas cap. I walked into the store and told the man in there what I needed. He found it, and I paid my nine bucks for it, and went on my way, but not before both people working there said I looked "awfully smiley for a person who just failed her emissions test".

I installed the gas cap all by myself, and headed back to Dad's. A few minutes later I passed the test and was on my way back to work. I felt mostly relief, but there was a tiny part of me that was thinking "DAMN! I thought I was going to get a new car".

But alas, Jimmy remains with me for another year.

Ipod Game

I've seen this on some other blogs, and thought it would be fun to try. I guess you just open your Itunes or Ipod, put it on Shuffle, and fill in the blanks. Here's what happened when I did that:


Opening Credits: One Sweet World, Dave Matthews Band

First Day of School: Livin' On Love, Alan Jackson

Falling In Love: Hits from the Bong, Cypress Hill

Fight Song: Light My Candle, Rent Sountrack

Breaking Up: Steal My Kisses,

Prom: The Perfect Fan, Backstreet Boys

Life: Sunday, Bloody Sunday, U2

Driving: Fly Away, Indigo Girls

Flashback: Knowing Me, Knowing You, Mamma Mia! Soundtrack

Getting Back Together:Power of Two, Indigo Girls

Wedding:Touch Me Fall, Indigo Girls

Party: 3 MCs and 1 DJ, Beastie Boys

Birth of a Child:Where is Your Heart, Kelly Clarkson

Death Scene:Here with me, Dido

Funeral Song:Don't Wanna Lose You Now, Backstreet Boys

Ending Credits: What's Left of Me, Nick Lachey


This has proved to me that I have some bad taste in music. I am loving it that TWO songs were Backstreet Boys songs. Way to go, Bossy.

I am also glad that my falling in love song was "hits from the bong". Impressive.

Try it, it's fun.

Tune in soon for a post on a recent failure in my life. It's not as bad as it sounds.

Complaint Department

Happy Valentine's Day to all! Hearts all around.

On to my complaint:

We got back from Greece in early Januray. Mr. Bossy became a shutterbug while we were there and took a whole mess of pictures with our new camera. Since we got back, he's been after me to get teh pictures printed out, so he can put them in a photo album. (I don't scrapbook).

So, a few weeks ago, I thought it would be a nice gesture to print out the pictures and surprise him with them. I went to the CVS, where I have printed my pictures before, and stood in line for the hideously beeping picture kiosk. I selected the pictures I wanted to print, followed all the instructions, and left, with the promise that I could pick them up in an hour.

The next morning, I went back to CVS to pick up my pictures, and they had no record of my visit. I had a receipt, from them, with my name and confirmation number on it, but they had no record that I had been there. I didn't have time to go through the whole process again, so they took my number and said they'd keep looking.

The next day she called me and said these pictures were nowhere to be found, but that she'd discount my pictures when I brought them back in.

After a couple of weeks, and Mr. Bossy asking about them periodically, I decided it would be a nice Valentine treat for him to give him the pictures. (Isn't that a nice way to give a present? Just put off doing something you know they want until a holiday rolls around. Wife of the year, right here.).

Anyhooo... I took the card in yesterday, went through the whole process again, got a receipt, told her I'd be back in the morning, and went on my merry way. I went in this morning on the way to work. I was in line behind an extremely angry woman who was demanding her money back and yelling at the top of her lungs about everything and anything.

I get to the counter and hand over my slip. She said , "I was trying to work on this". We went over to the kiosk, and there was my info, with a big ERROR beside it. Apparently, it didn't work AGAIN. She said she'd keep trying and call me later.

In her defense, she did call me, but only to tell me that she couldn't make it work, so she just deleted my order. So, once again, I have failed to give Mr. Bossy his pictures.

This is a long story to say that I will now be doing these kinds of deals at Wolf Camera.

Reunited and it Feels So Good

If you have been reading this blog for a while, you may remember that back in November, I wrote a post about Brian, a server at the restaurant where Mr. Bossy and I went to celebrate his birthday.

Well, the restuarant we went to is about 20 or so minutes away from our house, and is a pretty nice restaurant, so we don't get to go there that often.

I have finally finished all the writing I have been working on, Mr. Bossy finally got another cook in his restaurant, so we decided that we would go there this past Saturday night. We figured out that Mr. Bossy and I haven't been OUT to dinner, just the two of us, (we do a lot of group activities) since August, so it was HIGH TIME we did something like that.

So, we get to the restaurant early to sit at the bar and have a couple of cocktails, and who should be bartending, but Brian! I noticed right away how cute the bartender was, but I didn't put two and two together to realize who it was until he said "Are you here celebrating?" and I said "No, not really, just wanted to get out of the house". He said "I remember you, you were here a few months ago celebrating a birthday, and you sat over there with three other people."

Hot damn! I still got it.

Dear Grey's Anatomy,

I love you very much, but if I wanted to watch ER, I would.
Thanks.
Love,
Bossy

Zip It

So, today I went out to lunch with some of my co-workers. I ate a good bit, I'm not going to lie to you.

When we got to the restaurant I hung my coat on the back of my chair, as you do, and ate up. At the end of the meal, I zipped up my coat, and thought "Jeez, how much did I eat?" I could barely zip my coat, but I made it happen.

I stood up to leave, and couldn't move. I jerked again. No movement.

All of a sudden I realized: I had zipped the chair into my coat. That's right. The back of the chair was INSIDE MY COAT and I was trapped.

I swear I am getting stupider every day.

What A Mess

I am generally a neat person. I have a lot going on right now with work stuff, and am also still doing a lot of the writing work that I mentioned a few posts ago. Therefore, I have had to let a few things slide in my office as of late.

Here's a mental picture for you:

Currently, you cannot see the surface of my desk due to all the papers on it.

There are three to-go coffee mugs surrounding my computer.

A large bottle of Tylenol, a bottle of Advil, some hand lotion, undeveloped film, and a tube of foundation are prominently displayed on my computer hutch.

By my printer, there is a candle, an empty cup with a straw in it, a calendar, and a large stack of books.

In addition to the papers on my desk, there are two calculators ( I don't work with math), two pairs of scissors, some sunglasses, a watch that doesn't work, my checkbook, two cellphones, some returned mail, and a ceramic angel that says "February".

On my floor are 4 2-liter bottles of Coke, 6 2-liter bottles of Diet Coke, a strobe light, a shopping bag full of books, some knitting, a tote, a poster, a journal, a candle, and a lighter, a heater, and a large banner. Oh, and some pottery.

There is a box of Pop-Tarts (mostly gone) under my computer hutch, along with a stack of letterhead. Under my desk you will find an empty water bottle and a bag of Reeses cups.

In my window frame, there is a wooden angel that says "Follow your dream", a homemade card, some yellow-tinted sunglasses given to me by my Mother-In-Law, an almost empty water bottle, a clay candle holder, a piece of the candle holder which has broken off, an Easter candle, a framed picture of Mr. Bossy and me on our wedding day, two lids, and a jingle bell necklace.

This is making me crazy.

Weeping Willow

As I have mentioned a few times before, I am a crier. I've been crying at television for years, from sitcoms to drama to reality shows to Saved By the Bell... whatever. Commercials are especially difficult for me to get through, although with Tivo in my life, I don't watch as many commercials as I used to.

However, there is a Kleenex commercial right now that somehow gets me. I've only seen it once, but there's a guy sitting on a bench or something with a box of kleenex, and people just come and talk to him. Many of them talk about important events in their lives, and a lot of them cry. I sobbed through that commercial.

However, the one currently getting to me is the Publix Valentine's Day commercial. I saw it last year, and I remember it, so you'd think I'd be prepared. Nope. I cry over those damn salt and pepper shakers every Thanksgiving, so it's no surprise that this boy making a cake for his valentine (who turns out to be his mom) would get the tears flowing.

I don't really mind crying, in fact, I'm used to it so I kind of enjoy it. So, thanks, Publix, for giving me a good eye-cleaning.

Anything making you cry lately?

Thank you, Doctor

So this morning I took a break from Advil popping and went to see my doctor. (Not for the headaches, just for a check-up). My appointment was at 9:30, and of course I didn't eat before, as I have to weigh and I try not to add any unneccessary weight.

Before we go any further, let me say that I hate weighing, much like most normal humans. It's just so humiliating.

Ok, so remember, I got there a little before 9:30 and they put me in the exam room. At about 10: 45, my doctor came in the room. We chatted a little and I mentioned that we had gone to Greece over the holidays.

He looks at my chart, where my weight is, and says, "Well, I see you remembered to EAT in Greece".

Yes, thanks, I did. Bring on the feta.