29 March, 2009

Girls' Night!

Is there anything better than a Girls' Night Out? I went out with my neighbor and some friends this weekend to Mai Kai, a Polynesian restaurant that's been around since the 50's, that Frank Sinatra frequented. It was a ton of kitschy fun...

From the WAY over the top bathroom....

To the five page illustrated drinks menu....

To the hula dancing....

To the guys dancing with fire...

To the crazy wooden tiki men in the garden....

To the fact that apparently the Miami Vice look is back, and nobody told me...

But all in all, there's nothing like a good Girls' Night to help you rest and relax after a crazy week! Thanks Ladies!

26 March, 2009

Crazy Week....

It's been a crazy week so far. Of course as my friend AB (another of the bridesmaids from K&M's wedding) pointed out, that's kind of what happens after a vacation.

So it was a moment of weakness when I wandered into the Kate Spade store this evening. I was drawn in by their "friends and family" sale, which offered 30% off everything in the store and an additional 10% off if you brought in a coupon (which I did). I was thinking that I'd buy that bracelet I had my eye on, maybe a business card holder, whatever. Something small. Then I saw it. The bag I've been looking for. A simple bag, a black bag, an everyday bag. I wanted it. I needed it. I deserved it. It was everything I wanted.

Isn't it beautiful? Insert girlie sigh here.

But here's the best part. It was DIRT CHEAP. Not only was it on a really good sale, plus the 30% off, plus the 10% off of that...really, as AW pointed out, it's God's way of saying: "C, you've had a rough week. Here, have a bag."

And God saw that it was good.

22 March, 2009

Interim Post

Well, I'm too tired to post all about what I great weekend I had, but I'll leave you with a few tidbits that I don't want to forget:

First: I had a great conversation with my best friend last night. She was talking about one of her friends who's started dating this guy, and she met him for the first time a few days ago. She asked my advice in this fashion: "C, I don't know what to do. She's going to ask me what I thought about him the next time I see her, and I don't know what to say! I'm not going to lie, but he was ugly, boring and socially awkward!" I couldn't stop laughing at this glowing description, but managed to choke out "Gosh hun, I don't know, sounds like your friend hit the Trifecta!" When I asked if he was at least "nice" she told me that when he was trying to play with her daughter and be "cute" it came off more as "creepy." So unfortunately we're even without the "good personality" platitude to fall back on. But let's be honest, that one was pretty much out the window already with the socially awkward bit. Then, when I asked her if she wasn't being just an eensy bit over-dramatic about just exactly how unattractive this guy was, she described him as "An ugly Jeff Foxworthy." Yeah. Picture THAT for a moment. She then proceeded to tell me that when she'd asked her friend what this guy's redeeming qualities were, what had really attracted her to him in the first place, the woman responded with: "He explains things really well." Oh yeah. Oh baby. Nothing gets a girl hot and bothered quite like......a good explanation. Small wonder he's still single at 46. Do you think he'd take solace in the fact that I got a good blog entry out of his life? No? Oops...

I felt really sorry for B, my date for this weekend's wedding, who had to sit there and listen to my hysterical laughter throughout this whole conversation, but what are you going to do? We've been best friends since we were five years old, this is pretty standard for a phone conversation with us. There's no one who gets me like she does! :)

To sum up (and I'll try to post more later, but make no promises), the wedding was great. The weather cooperated, K was a beautiful bride, she and M seem really happy:

It was great to see J and A and the rest of my pseudo-family again:

B and I had a great time exploring the island and relaxing on the beach:

So all in all it was a very successful weekend! Though of course my drive home is best summed up as follows: Was at a DEAD STOP on 75E for 2 hours. In that time, finished a book about Cuba, made friends with some truckers, and saw a wild panther.

Yup, just another day in the life of CW5H20!

17 March, 2009

I love my apartment!

My pretty, pretty, pretty, clean apartment! I don't care what anyone says, a cleaning service is totally worth it twice a year...they cleaned from top to bottom (baseboards and everything...yes I checked, I am my mother's daughter), inside the oven, microwave and toaster oven, cleaned out the lint trap in the dryer, remade all the beds (which I hadn't even asked them to do), and actually cleaned THE BALCONY!! And now my house is all pretty and clean and even smells clean!

Sigh...I love a clean apartment...especially when I don't have to clean it myself! It's a lovely little gift to myself twice a year, and I won't apologize for it. It's 110% worth it to come home to this feeling!!! :)


Today is my fabulous friend A's birthday, so everyone who knows her (and her Daydream Believer Blog) should wish her a happy birthday today! She's one of those lucky few whose birthday falls on St. Patty's Day, and I was lucky enough to spend it with her in Ireland during our Junior Year of college...good times!

Yeah, that's us making our driver stop so we could take a picture with donkey's (or asals, in Gaelic) at the side of the road, what about it?

At any rate, Happy Birthday A! I hope you have a wonderful day!

(Oh, and to everyone else, Happy St. Patrick's Day! Beannachtam na Feile Padraig!)

16 March, 2009

To Each Their Own I Suppose, But.....

One of those things that I've never quite understood is people who talk on the phone while going to the bathroom. I know people who do it, and usually it's to a sister, or a very, very, VERY close friend, but I've personally never understood it. I don't have a problem with it per say, but it's just not for me. If you're one of the people who does it, fine, NSOMN, to each their own.


When you're talking on the phone, in a public restroom, to the Verizon Wireless Customer Service Agent? I have a problem. First of all, ew...do you really think the guy wants to hear you pee while he's trying to help you figure out how to use your voicemail? (And that's leaving aside, for the moment, the fact that if you can't figure it out on your own, you don't deserve to have a cell phone in the first place.) Second, you're in a stall, SCREAMING at the man while toilets flush around you. Do you think that the other people who have come in to perform a standard bodily function need to hear you scream at the man? While your voice echos in the tile-filled room? The answer, in case you're wondering, is no. No we do not. Please, I beg you, for the love of Zeus, please take that conversation outside. Completely and totally inappropriate, party of one? Your table is available.

14 March, 2009


I'm going to go on record right here and now as saying that I hate doing my taxes. They're inevitably complicated, and I inevitably get an "updated and revised" form after I've completed them, and TurboTax is inevitably never as user-friendly as advertised. So I hate doing my taxes.

And you'd think, having a mother who's an accountant would help with this whole process. You'd think that, but you'd be wrong. Here's a little snippet of a conversation I just had with Mom:

Me: I'm not sure what to put in the line labeled "Cost Basis." There are multiple numbers under there, all with the same description.
Mom: Okay, but there should be two lines, are there two lines?
Me: No, there are eight lines.
Mom: Okay, but are there two lines?
Me: Um....there are eight lines.
Mom: Okay, but are there two lines?
Me: Well technically yes, but then there are six more lines under them...
Mom: (sounding exasperated) BUT ARE THERE TWO LINES?????
Me: Mom you do realize that repeating the same behavior over and over again and expecting a different result is the textbook definition of insanity, right?
Mom: There's no need to be snide.
Me: (Curls up in a ball under desk and begins to whimper quietly.)

I hate doing my taxes.

12 March, 2009

RIP Mrs. M

A lovely, sweet, kind, generous, and amazing woman died today. She was a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and a friend, and the people who knew her were better off for it. She had a wonderful laugh and a sweet smile. She was never anything other than incredibly kind and gentle, and I will always cherish my memories of summers spent running across the sand, up stairs, and into her cottage to play with her grandsons. She lived a long and full life, but not nearly long enough for the people who loved her.

I ache for her grandson, my oldest friend, and an incredible man who's hurting right now. I'm sad for her entire family, a wonderful family I've known since I was born. I want to fix it, to do something, anything to make it better, but I can't. All I can do is say that I'm here for you B, and I love you. And your grandmother loved you, always. I saw it every time she looked at you. And she was an incredible woman. And she will be missed.

06 March, 2009

I'm endlessly amused....

....by this clip.

I've watched it several times now, and the airplane bit hasn't failed to make me laugh out loud yet. Especially with all the traveling I've been doing lately. They should take this clip and show it after the flight attendants are done with the safety spiel on every single flight. I love it! :)

03 March, 2009

So it's March...

Can you believe it? March 2009! Yesterday was my mother's birthday (Happy Birthday Mom!), which means that March has come in like a lion once again. It's around this time of year that I usually start to feel a little overwhelmed. I'm not sure why it is exactly. Maybe it's the fact that the New Year isn't so "new" anymore, or that Spring is approaching, which means summer's right around the corner, and I can feel the year slipping by without having accomplished everything I'd hopped to have accomplished by this point...or maybe I'm just neurotic, who knows. The point is, it's March. Already. So whatever the reason for the seasonally induced freak-out, it's here. And I'm dealing with it. Or at least I will. Somehow. I swear.