There is just no way I can catch you up on everything that I've been up to in the last month in one blog post, so I'm splitting this bad boy up!!
I've started keeping notes for myself when I think of something to blog about, and it's been so long I have a few notes now, so here is what I wanted to talk about as of several weeks ago:
1. The movie "Taken" with Liam Neeson. If you haven't seen it, and you're in the mood to see some pure-D ass kicking, check it out. This movie is basically what my mom thinks is going to happen to me every time I leave the house, and then Liam just totally kicks ass and kills nearly everyone for an hour and a half.
2. I went to a Magnolia Roller Vixens bout a few weeks ago to watch my friend Dawn, from WAPT, and my friend Donna, from the JFP, have a skate-off. It was a lot of fun, and just reinforced my desire to strap on some skates again one of these days. I don't have time for roller derby, but I just want to skate around a rink a few times for fun. Also, my sister and I watched the movie "Roller Boogie," which that Of Montreal video I posted a while back is set to a clip from that movie, and it is my new favorite cheesy '70s film!! It has everything: short shorts, tube socks, roller skates, feathered hair, disco and Linda Blair!
3. I am willing to describe myself as a Foodie. I blame the BF, he is the ultimate Foodie and he totally turned me into one too, what with his gourmet cooking and fancy recipe books and whatnot. So I'm not very picky about what I eat, although I have a few caveats: I don't like olives, mushrooms (although things cooked with mushroom are usually tasty), oranges (but I like orange juice), pineapple or grapefruit (it's texture for all but pineapple - I just plain don't like pineapple at all), licorice, okra or radishes. Everything else in the food world is pretty much up for grabs, but there is another exception that has more to do with preparation rather than the actual ingredients.
During the holidays a few years ago, the BF invited me to dinner at his parents' house. His mom is an excellent cook, so I expected great food of course. And it was, but the first course took me by surprise. It was tomato aspic, and it was something I just could not swallow. She served it with sour cream and caviar on top, and I thought I just might hurl right there at the table. I like tomato, I like sour cream and caviar, but in my humble opinion, jello should never, EVER be savory! I can't even think of a good use for it, unlike Bloody Marys, which I also don't like -- they would make a terrific marinade. So I had to politely decline from finishing my aspic.
Cold soup is another item I can't wrap my brain around. As with the Bloody Mary, I'd marinate some lamb in gazpacho or pour it over a salad. But to just sip it out of a cup? GROSS.
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So I spent some time in Vegas a couple weeks ago, both for work and for fun. The first day or so I spent by the pool with some coworkers, soaking up rays and enjoying fruity adult beverages. There were nice ladies walking by every few minutes to see if anyone needed a cocktail, and I couldn't help but wonder - what would it be like to put on a bathing suit for work every day? Would it get old? How much sunblock would you go through each week? These are questions that I had.
Another question: Does Carrot Top have a girlfriend? And if so, who the hell would date him? I dare say there aren't too many other people in the world as annoying as him.
I'm pretty tired of Vegas actually, this having been my third time to visit there in almost as many years. But I had a good time with my fun coworkers and I even won a President's award, which was awesome! I even got a 2-mile run in on the treadmill while I was there. As for the rest of the week, well... tune in later. That will be part 2! It's bedtime for me now.
2 comments:
part 2????
OMG do you even know how busy I have been? I promise to update soon. I was just making notes to myself for future blogs earlier. It's finding time to actually sit down and make it happen that is the problem!
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