Dogs Off Leashes

I've decided to make a post this afternoon about one of my pet peeves. This isn't something that gets me into a tizzy, but it's a situation that I find slightly out of kilter from the rest of our perfectly aligned universe.

Dogs Off Leashes

My decision to write about this stems from my trip home from work today. I was driving down a small neighborhood side road when I spotted a mischevious-looking little beagle standing at the side of the road. I didn't see an owner anywhere, nor a chain or leash around its neck, so I concluded that it had either escaped or its owner had let it out on its own. My strongest feeling was the latter because he was so well-behaved as I passed by. He didn't seem like the type to pull a Houdini Dog, like my old golden did when she was a puppy. (However, it's totally possible that he did escape because beagles are notoriously and adorably naughty that way.)

Fortunately, he stayed still until I was gone so my worries of having doggie parts all over the front of my car proved unfounded. I suppose I'm extra skittish about hitting dogs since I have actually done it before. I was driving home from swim practice one evening about 5 years ago when an obviously injured collie ran out onto the side of the highway as I was passing. I slowed down as much as I could in case he ran in front of me, which he unfortunately did, but it wasn't enough to completely avoid hitting him. He yelped and scampered away and I never saw him again. However, when I got home I discovered splotches of smeared blood on my front bumper. Yes, it was horrible.

Anyway, it is because of that experience and because of my love for nondead dogs that I have a bit of a problem with pet owners who let their dogs roam off-leash. Below are several scenarios that run through my mind when I see this happen.

Scenario 1.

Me: Walking along when I encounter a freely roaming canine.
Me: "Hey there, doggie!"
Dog: Trots up to me happily with tongue hanging out, licks my hand, gets a pet, and wanders off again.

All is well and hopefully the dog will find its way home. This is fortunately the most common (and happy!) situation that I encounter.


Scenario 2.

Me: Walking along when I encounter a freely roaming canine.
Me: "Hey there, doggie!"
Dog: Trots up to me with its tail wagging, when suddenly out of nowhere: *CRUNCH!*
Me: I spend the next day and a half at the hospital getting rabies shots and my arm sewn back on.

Obviously this has not happened to me (yet). However, I have encountered several questionable dogs off-leash that cause me to worry about the safety of smaller humans' arms and other limbs.


Scenario 3.

Me: Walking along when I encounter a freely roaming canine.
Me: "Hey there, doggie!"
Dog: Trots happily along, when out of nowhere a car whips around the road and crunches that poor doggie into a hundred pieces before I can do anything.

This is tragic (and gross) and is almost 100% preventable by keeping dogs leashed in unfenced areas.


Scenario 4.

Me: Walking along when I encounter a freely roaming canine.
Me: "Hey there, doggie!"
Dog: Trots up to me happily with tongue hanging out, licks my hand, gets a pet, and follows me home.
Me when I arrive at my door: "Um...bye doggie?"
Dog: Waiting to go inside.
Me: "Uh...dog? You don't live here. Go home."
Dog: Waiting to go inside.
Me: "Okay, let's go take you home."

If you're lucky, you can figure out where the dog lives and take him home. If not, then you have to distract him with something fascinating like a piece of mulch and run inside and shut the door before he catches up to you. Who knows if his owners ever get him back? That, or you end up with a super fuzzy roommate for the next three days while you wait for the owner to claim his drooling responsibility. (Don't get me wrong - sweet, slobbering dogs are one of my most favorite things in the world.)


In conclusion, I hate seeing dogs being poorly looked after. Therefore, I implore you who own pets to keep your dogs on their leashes and not let them out of your sight when they're in unfenced territory. If you're not going to keep them safe, don't own dogs. Give them to me. Not really, I can't even keep up with my dishes.

Mmmm

A message from your friendly neighborhood fatass who has eaten too much Hershey's Special Dark Chocolate today: I bought some totally sweet shoes yesterday and have decided that I need to have a shoe closet like Mariah Carey's installed for all of my little babies. Screw the guest room, visitors can sleep in the hallway. I seriously have no idea why I love shoes so much but I identify with Carrie very well in that respect.

This has been a very addictive weekend: first a shopping trip and new shoes, and now chocolate. I don't deserve (or need) these indulgences but who cares?

What are your guilty pleasures?

Will work for Starbucks

I have to confess something. I haven't cleaned my house in two months. The dishes are piled up on the counters, trash cans are overflowing, laundry's waiting to be washed, and the fridge is empty. It is a story of heartache and sorrow.

Therefore, I have decided - with the help of some well-aimed butt-kicking from several friends - that it is time to change all of that. And there is no better time to change than now. I should write motivational speeches.

Optional boring details, skip if desired: I've devised a plan that is 100% foolproof assuming I don't ignore it. I'm going to start with the laundry, sort it, and throw a load in the washer. Next I'll put a load of dishes into the dishwasher. While those two things are going, I'll empty all of the trash cans, Swiffer the floors, and put down the rugs that my mom has been bugging me to lay out. After that I will probably be exhausted. If not, insert bathroom cleaning or crap sifting-through here. Probably not the latter, I hate sifting through crap. Especially stinky crap. Fortunately our stinky crap doesn't require sifting through. Okay, that was gross.

Of course, what good can ever come of work unless you have a reward? I ask this as I sit here sipping a Grande No Whip Green Tea Frappuccino. It happens to be one of the more fantastic green tea frapps I've had, in fact, thanks to well-blended ice and the light drizzle of blackberry syrup courtesy of my creative Starbucks barista. Yes, in this house rewards are required to come before work. Or at least frappuccinos are.

So as soon as this drink is finished, I will most likely be busy for the next few hours doing dishes and sweeping up cobwebs. Which, by the way, are absolutely repulsive. Because it means that spiders are or have been there. Which means that at one time or another spiders were IN my HOUSE. alfdkjf.


On another note...

As I was contemplating my life on the way home from Starbucks today, I realized that my perception of myself usually variates between two adjectives or levels: embarrassed and pleased. At any given point in a day I am probably quietly sitting there wavering back and forth between the two.
"Hey Sam! How's it going?"
"Freaking sweet, buddy! I mean, uh, it's okay."
It's somewhat disturbing, actually, and a wonder that my head hasn't exploded yet.

If I'm not feeling either of those, then I'm probably either disgusted with myself or quite confident in my awesomeness. Probably not, but you know what I mean. See? There's the wavering. I have summed it up with the incredibly well-drawn picture below.
















To conclude this discussion, I have finished my drink. Bye!

Kelly Clarkson - Shelter

Here's an absolutely gorgeous version of a song called Shelter sung by one of my favorite artists, Kelly Clarkson.

Kelly Clarkson - Shelter You

My new shirt

In honor of the facts that I love pirates, and that pirate/skull things happen to be popular right now, I purchased this shirt at Target today. Will was wearing one last week and I had to get one for myself because there are few things I love more than pirates and robots (especially robots named Bender).























Arrr!

Snakes On A Plane

Haha, okay we just got back from seeing this. At best, it is a strange mixture of Final Destination (2) meets Predator meets Jurassic Park. At worst, it's just an awfully (seriously not good) awesome movie. Awful but completely hilarious. Samuel L. Jackson saved that movie with his taser from being too terribly horrible times two.

If you are scared of snakes, I would suggest not seeing this movie. I don't have a problem with them but they were viciously exaggerated, one to the point of being a huge slithering alligator that eats British men whole. They were also quite CG. And they had snake predator vision, which was totally believable.

Apparently the guy who did Final Destination 2 did this movie and it's definitely evident. People died excruciating, bizarre, physically impossible deaths. However, I say thumbs up to ridiculous deaths and having a good time anyway. The other people in the theater thought it was hilarious too and that added to the fun.

OH MY GOD, THE SNAKES!

Yuck.

Today's creepiness is brought to you by the Former-Teachers-Turned-Psychos of America.

So today at work an ex-client came in and gave me the willies. He's probably the creepiest client we've ever had, or that I've known since I started here. He used to teach but quit and has since become a psycho, if he wasn't one already. He and his wife are insane which is why my boss fired them as clients several months ago. However, today he came in and cried at my boss until my boss agreed to take him back. The man has crazy long hair, a Unabomber beard, and eyes that would be better suited on someone threatening to jump off a building.

Mace, anyone?

Dinner & Project Runway

Nothing monumental to post, just a few comments from dinner with Dave, Mike, Will, and Terry that made me enjoy being alive a little bit more.

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"It was made of magic. Seriously. That's the only way to describe it. It tasted like...honey and rainbows." Mike on the beer that Brandon brought from Japan.

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"Enjoy your vagina." Our server handing me a fajita. He actually said fuh-jy-tuh.

Ha. We are like WHAT?

Mike: "FAJITA."

It seriously sounded like vagina. I mean, I don't need one of those. I already have one.

Of course this was all followed by an hour of vagina jokes.

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Will on my new fashion blog: "I took a look at it and it looked pretty good. I mean, I don't actually know anything about what I was looking at, but from what I saw it looked like it should look."

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Oh yeah, and I'm a little late in saying this but I just saw a rerun and had to say that I'm SO sad that Alison Kelly got kicked off Project Runway. She is an incredibly talented, gorgeous, kind person. Hopefully we'll see more of her in the future.

Color Profile

What's your color profile?

I'm borrowing this quiz from Sarah's blog. Hey Sarah!

Here is my HUGE color, ha.

"Your concerned awareness gets attention wherever you go. Others see you as a curious character who needs to know about everything. You constantly attract opportunities.












The passionate you expresses unselfish devotion, monitors what is actually occurring, sets limits, and ensures each person's honor and respect. You give others the strength to be authentic to themselves."

Follow-up to Awesome Sighting of the Day 8/2

I thought I'd share these pictures as a follow-up to my Awesome Sighting of the Day post from 8/2. Probably even more awesome than these pictures is the fact that they were taken by an on-duty police officer in town who also appreciated this sight. I'm glad to see that my local taxes are being put to good use.

Ignore the date stamps on the pictures. These were taken early last week.

Exhibit A: Rear view of house air conditioning unit shoved into truck cab. The beer is a nice touch.
















Exhibit B: Inside view of a.c. in truck cab. Mmm, a snack!

New fashion blog and White Ninja

Today I was busy creating my new fashion blog, Fashionably Frugal. Check it out if you'd like tips for dressing well on a budget, and if your name's not Will.

A random comic to remember me by:
White Ninja spots something in Jill's teeth


Night!

Sam vs. Will - part 1

Due to incidents that occurred this weekend, Will and I had a fun AIM conversation that I will share. It pretty much sums up (albeit poorly) all of the news-worthy events that have taken place over the past two days. Because it's so long I am going to share it in five parts that are not necessarily in order, but make the most sense shared this way...if they even make sense at all.

*Names have been changed/abbreviated.


Sam: i haven't posted anything new since yesterday
Sam: i've been tres busy since we got back today
Will: I noticed how lame you are
Sam: yes
Will: heh
Sam: i am a super dork and a half
Sam: my own blog embarrasses me
Sam: yet i keep going back
Will: dear god sam
Will: you are telling a kid who works for your husband at a software company that you are a dork?
Sam: hahaha
Sam: good point
Sam: god, i'm so much cooler than all of you combined
Will: and I am going to confirm it
Will: you are such a huge dork
Sam: hahaha
Sam: yes
Will: bigger than all of us combined
Sam: i wouldn't go that far
Sam: but i am a pretty huge dork
Will: true
Will: ha
Will: true to the first part
Will: possibly true to the second part
Sam: okay
Sam: what should i write about next
Will: our faux fashion fight
Sam: perhaps robbing J?
Will: and robbing J
Sam: probably
Will: or his neighbors
Will: in fact
Will: all of the above
Will: also anacostia
Sam: yes
Sam: do you mind if i post parts of this conversation
Sam: i'll change the SNs
Will: sam, my integrity is all I have
Will: so go right ahead, because that was shot long ago

S vs. W - part 2 - The Faux Fashion Fight

I went to my first Dixie Chicks concert this weekend (w00t). When I got back the next day, I found this blog comment that Will had left for me regarding my 'Fashionably picky husband' entry the other day:

"Dear Sam,
While I support your quest to expand your fashion realm, let me first point out that you are so hypocritical. Dave is fashionably picky? So are you! Anytime I wear anything that isn't mainstream enough for you guys I get met with questioning looks and weird comments. While I realize that bleached hair may be a bit more extreme than witch shoes, if you are going to judge people, judge yourself first! Just a friendly reminder from your less fashionably picky neighbor.
Love,
-Will"

We discussed it tonight via AIM because he is currently 4 hours away visiting his parents and I am not.


Sam: sir!
Will: madame!
Sam: hello!
Sam: how is northern va
Will: much better now that the dixie chicks are gone
Sam: nooo
Will: haha
Will: I jest
Sam: they were super roxorz
Will: it was actually your leaving that made the sun shine a little brighter
Sam: ha
Sam: this is true
Will: things are good
Sam: good
Will: apparently I have parents
Sam: oh
Sam: wow
Will: and there is no sales tax on clothes or school supplies until the 7th
Will: in virginia
Will: just FYI
Sam: sweet
Will: if you didnt know
Sam: too bad i went shopping earlier this week
Will: so if you or dave need clothes
Sam: well i knew it was no sales tax weekend
Sam: but i didn't know it was only on clothes and school supplies
Will: I did not until I was here
Will: so I bought clothes for fall
Will: DAMN SEXY CLOTHES
Sam: well i need clothes but i already bought clothes
Sam: ha
Sam: fashionable clothes?
Will: more fashionable than you or dave can deal with
Sam: ha
Will: I presume you saw my excellent comment
Sam: yes
Sam: i didn't realize it bothered you when we commented [on your clothes]
Will: did you like the pseudo formal form
Sam: even though our comments are not meant to be taken seriously
Sam: haha yes
Will: with the letter heading
Will: oh
Will: it doesnt bother me
Sam: yes, it was excellent
Sam: good
Sam: because i like how you dress
Will: it was something of a stretch to make you out to be self righteous
Will: but I thought the opportunity was offered
Sam: this is true
Sam: and you did very well
Will: and it might be a couple seconds before I had another good chance to make fun of sam
Will: also
Will: and Im sure you are crushed by this
Will: I actually dont base what I wear off what you and dave think
Sam: ha i know
Sam: which is why i was surprised by your comment
Will: heh
Sam: and very curious
Will: well simply chalk it up to mental instability
Sam: right on
Will: also chalk up those murders to that too
Sam: and i quite enjoy having friends with crazy colored hair
Will: haha
Will: well
Will: you dont have to
Sam: fine, i won't
Will: good
Sam: but i do anyway
Will: bring it on
Will: boo

S vs. W - part 3 - The Life Aquatic

Sam: we just watched a fun movie at T's
Will: oh?
Sam: the life aquatic
Will: yes
Will: mike and I watched that at J's house
Will: many moons ago
Will: very strange film, that
Sam: yes
Sam: although entertaining
Will: also
Will: jeff goldblum
Will: enough said
Sam: ha
Sam: ah that was awesome
Sam: good work
Will: I... gave it a cold. A virus. A.. computer... virus. yes.
Sam: haha
Sam: he looked fabulous in his tightie whities
Sam: on his ship
Will: haha yes
Sam: with his homosexual crew
Will: when doesnt he look fabulous in his tightie whities on his ship with his homosexual crew
Sam: this is true
Will: so I pretty much answered my own question

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Sam: i need a dolphin with a camera
Will: haha
Sam: like bill murray
Will: who doesnt
Sam: yeah
Sam: although
Sam: jeff goldblum
Will: ha
Sam: apparently he needs turtles
Will: with his gay sailors
Sam: not dolphins
Sam: yes
Sam: he's half gay
Will: in the end
Sam: that's his excuse for being a crappy husband
Will: who isnt half gay
Sam: yeah, apparently bill murray certainly is
Will: oh
Will: I bought a very pirate-y shirt
Will: tax-free of course
Sam: oh man
Sam: i want a very pirate-y shirt

S vs. W - part 4 - robbing J & Anacostia

Sam: apparently your brother is hanging out with J right now
Sam: i thought J had gone to nova
Will: did he not?
Sam: unless your brother flew to nova
Sam: just now
Will: haha
Sam: in his rocket
Will: well
Will: you know he likes to keep it fueled in case of emergencies
Will: like J's house
Sam: yes
Sam: speaking of J's house, i'm planning to rob it
Sam: just a heads up
Sam: when i get all kinds of cool furniture soon

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Sam: we went to d.c.
Sam: and i got us lost
Will: HOT
Will: also
Will: a little known fact:
Sam: yes, i got us lost in d.c. at 12am
Will: oh god
Sam: hahaha
Will: did you end up in anacostia?
Sam: probably
Will: youd know
Sam: but we were only lost for about 12 minutes
Sam: not really
Sam: i don't know d.c.
Sam: obviously since i got us lost
Will: SE DC is like the rob, rape and kill capital of the nation
Sam: yes, this i know
Will: and anacostia is the capital of SE DC
Sam: we left the mci center
Sam: and were right about to get on 66
Sam: dave was like, this road turns into 66
Sam: so i see a sign
Sam: and turn
Sam: and end up in hell
Will: haha
Will: yay
Sam: aka downtown d.c.
Will: haha huzzah
Will: oh
Sam: and he's like, you were supposed to stay straight on that road!
Will: back to robbing J
Sam: oh
Sam: yes, that's more beneficial to me
Will: technically it will be burglary if you dont hold him up
Sam: oh
Will: but
Sam: well i could hold him up
Sam: if you want
Will: well
Will: listen close kiddo
[Insert secret to robbing J's house here.]
Will: so we could just [insert secret plans here]
Will: and steal all his stuff
Sam: and put it...in my camry
Will: well
Will: not all of it
Will: you have to leave a torn piece of cloth on the door
Will: and put some small objects near his neighbors house
Will: and then we plant some evidence inside the neighbors house
Sam: hahaha
Sam: you seem to know a lot about burgling J
Sam: have you done it before? in a nonsexual way, that is
Will: hahaha no
Will: who doesnt think about crime
Sam: this is true
Sam: i think about killing you all the time
Will: probably most people dont come up with a plan to burgle their friends houses
Will: but!
Will: I am not psychopathic
Will: or a kleptomaniac
Sam: if you say so
Sam: how about a pyromaniac
Sam: that could be fun
Will: you know what though
Will: if we were ever going to do some crime
Will: Im betting his neighbors have the same house plan as his
Sam: yes, it might be slightly less suspicious
Sam: if people around him got robbed
Sam: and we got new stuff
Sam: rather than him getting robbed
Will: also we could split the winnings with J if he staked them out and told us when they left and came
Sam: and us getting new stuff
Will: you know, from day to day
Sam: haha
Will: so we had a schedule to work off of
Will: also wed need a look out
Will: and who better than someone who lives next door
Sam: and a safe place to sell the stuff
Will: there are pawn shops all over town
Sam: well
Sam: it would probably be safer
Sam: if we sold them out of town
Will: and I could sell stuff to them without my glasses on with blue hair
Sam: haha
Will: with sunglasses
Will: etc
Sam: or a stocking over your head*
Will: give them a fake name
Sam: people are scared of stockings
Will: haha
Will: yes
Will: I saw
Will: funny
Sam: yes

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Will: so
Will: my parents are insane
Sam: you don't have to tell me that
Will: so much money going out
Sam: yeah, so your parents bought all this stuff
Sam: and they bought us a drying rack
Will: ha
Sam: maybe we should return that
Sam: would that help
Will: naw
Will: if you are going to return it Ill take it
Sam: haha good cuz it's awesome and i'm keeping it
Sam: heck no
Sam: but you can borrow it sometimes
Will: maybe I can dry the hides of the people I just killed and skinned
Sam: yeah that's not morbid and completely disgusting
Will: hahaha
Will: you can quote that too
Will: if you like
Sam: and it would get my drying rack dirty
Sam: you can count on it
Will: sam what would you do if I got a degree in criminal justice
Sam: i would call you my sister
Will: Id have to turn you in for coming up with such a devious plan to rob J
Sam: and then i'd send them my blog
Will: really?
Sam: which had details of your participation
Will: ha
Sam: and you'd go down with me
Will: NO
Will: your sister wants to be a criminal justice-fier
Sam: yep
Will: hmm
Will: what do you know
Will: well
Will: she aint gonna take me alive
Sam: of course not
Sam: i'm killing you with claymores next week
Will: nooo
Will: on a slightly more serious note, I was actually considering doing something in criminal justice after I graduate
Will: like locking you up for good
Sam: yes, it sounded like you were interested in it
Sam: now it's my turn to say nooo
Will: haha
Will: well
Will: you know
Will: prositution is illegal in the state of virginia
Sam: haa
Sam: i wish i had a clever comment about that
Sam: but it just cracked me up
Will: haha
Will: good
Will: clever comebacks are my department
Sam: oh snap
Will: snap, ho!


* see 7/26 blog entry

S vs. W - part 5 - literacy & Paris Hilton

Will: you know
Will: I think it was zimbabwe
Will: they had one of the lowest literacy rates in the world
Will: also
Sam: well just wait til angelina and brad get there
Will: 90% of illiterate people come from russia, china, india or the middle east
Sam: they'll teach everyone to read in like 3 seconds and then cure aids while they're at it
Sam: interesting
Will: and of those 90%, I think it was 80% are women
Sam: china and india
Sam: god
Sam: sad
Will: well
Will: 80% of 90% is less than 80% total
Will: but yeah
Sam: yes
Will: so
Will: about 70% of illiterate people in those countries are female
Will: also
Sam: also
Will: you might be proud or sickened by this
Sam: 70% of me is illiterate
Will: I managed to pick Paris Hilton out of a crowd and point her out to J
Will: thats right
Sam: wow
Will: Im DOWN with popular culture
Sam: i don't know whether to laugh or barf
Will: haha yeah
Will: I didnt either
Will: so I did both
Sam: and also
Sam: J doesn't know paris hilton?
Sam: ha yes
Sam: he may be the coolest person alive
Sam: just for that
Will: he does
Will: but see
Will: it was on a TV show
Will: and no one was expecting to see her
Will: and I was like
Will: hey wait a minute
Will: go back
Will: is that girl over there paris hilton?
Will: and he was like uhhh?
Sam: ha
Will: and I was like FUCK YEAH if there were any popular girls around Id be the best thing since chocolate
Will: I might not have actually said that to J
Will: there are conflicting reports
Sam: haha
Sam: since chocolate?
Sam: chocolate is everything
Sam: you might be the best thing second to chocolate
Sam: which is pretty freaking sweet
Will: haha
Will: yeah
Will: its high up there
Will: for sure
Sam: for sure

Fashionably picky husband

I tell you, it's hard to be hip when your husband, the only person around to give you feedback on your outfits, has his own ideas of what's fashionable.

For instance, I recently went on a small shopping trip and came home with a few things that received questionable reactions at best. According to Dave, my new pointy-toed high heels look like they belong on a witch and not on Sam (although Will supports the idea that these two things are one and the same). The adorable ballet flats that I bought from the Gap, which are very in right now and which delighted the cashier who was dying for her own pair, apparently belong on a grandma and not a 24 year-old. The long silver necklace that I bought at Target reminds him of a) a cheap date at Mardi Gras, and b) a crazy hippie, especially when paired with the classy (transparent he says - I disagree) aqua shirt that I got from the Gap last month, which he hates for some reason.

In fact, the only items from my trip that he liked were the safe things - the bootleg jeans from American Eagle that look a lot like my flare jeans, at least to a guy, the green half button-down t-shirt that looks a lot like a red shirt I have, at least to a guy, and the little black purse from Target with an endearing quality that no one could deny.

The boy treats fashion like he treats food. If it's safe, mainstream, and unquestionably delicious, he'll eat it. He likes my jeans, the fitted t-shirts that I often wear, and my flip flops. For examples of this, see the two pictures of myself that I've posted here. Anything else is inevitably met with suspicion. He's gotta be pushed to try new things. Often he does end up liking the new items but honestly it's like pulling teeth to get him to branch out.

I've decided that, with the exception of the witchy high heels that I'm still debating, nothing is going back. It's time for my stud to expand his fashion palate.

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I'd like to mention, however, that he is a super awesome buddy, fashion frustrations aside. When I walked in from the above-mentioned shopping trip feeling nothing but tired and gross, the first thing he said when he saw me was, "You look so beautiful!" Love that boy.

Annoying

I'm in the middle of typing up another post here but I just wanted to take a second and say that I hope any telemarketers who call me on my cell phone about amazing trips I've won while I'm waiting for a very important call get the plague. They keep doing it and it is not cool.


edited to add: That's odd. This entry is showing up as having been written after my Starbucks entry even though I published it a good 6-8 minutes prior to publishing the Starbucks one.

Starbucks Frappuccinos

I've already expressed my undying love for Starbucks Frapps here but I tried a new flavor today that I felt warranted discussion. Here is my review.


Today's flavor: Bananas & Creme

Initial grade: C

Initial statement: It was interesting. I didn't really like it at first. It reminded me of banana chips, which I don't particularly care for, and the slightly sour aftertaste they leave in your mouth. I also felt a bit disoriented over the fact that there were no little chunks of banana to sift through. I guess I expected it even though I know these drinks are flavored with syrups.

Pros:
-This drink didn't separate itself or water down quickly, unlike some others I've had. It could just be due to how it was mixed this time and how quickly I drank it.
-Once you get into it you notice the sourness less and find that it has a more pleasing taste. It's pretty good, actually.
-If you get it without whipped cream it's not horribly bad for you...just a little bad. A tall bananas & creme frapp w/o whipped cream has 1.5 grams fat, 290 calories, and 50 grams sugar.
- Refreshing and fruity.

Cons:
-No fruit pieces.
-May not appeal to those who dislike banana chips and prefer softer banana-y things like banana pudding.
-A simple drink. Not a whole lot to ponder over.
-No caffeine.
- According to the Starbucks website, it has 40% vitamin C, 30% calcium, 6% vitamin A, and 9 grams of protein.

Final grade: B

Final statement: I don't plan to get it again any time soon but it's worth a shot if you like banana-flavored things.

Awesome sighting of the day

Across the street at the mechanic's garage this morning was a pickup truck with a bunch of crap in the back. Perched in the cab window was an air conditioner - the kind you put in the window of your house - plugged into the cigarette lighter and angled into the cab so as to blast its inhabitants with cold air on hot days like today. If that's not awesomely redneck, I don't know what is. Well, except for a freshly-cut mullet in 2006. Except that's not awesome.

Ok go - here it goes again

This was a fun one.
Ok go - here it goes again

Oops.

How much do I suck? I just discovered that I actually have to approve comments here. I'd assumed they just showed up so when I didn't see any I thought it was because no one had left any. Whoops. I had 4 (!) unapproved comments, with one very accurate one dating back to February. Thanks, Will:

"Sam is really good at spotting shemales because she dresses like a man."

Thanks to everyone who posted comments, it was a pleasure reading them.