Adventures of A&A: Bathroom Woes

"A day in the life of a girl and her wife."

Alicia: i have to pee and BOTH bathrooms are destroyed
Allie: by poop?
Alicia: lol
Alicia: yes
Allie: hahaha
Alicia: that may be my adventures of a&a for the day
Allie: hahaha

Not now, I'm busy!

The time has come! It seems the devil himself has finally called upon me. Does he not see the time!? I have to go to work!

New York, New York

So it's been sort of a tradition for me to visit the lovely state of New York in October. When I first visited back in 2005, I believe, it was at the end of October and I had to share the cold cement with snow. I don't remember being all that prepared for it. Even when I lived in New York I never really had a great winter wardrobe. I had a pair of black Payless boots with a pocket on the outside of them big enough for a quarter and a pair of backless Rocket Dog clogs. I also had a really ugly yellow Columbia winter jacket and a scarf that was given to me by my wife. Needless to say, I wasn't much of the fashionista.

After a hiatus of not going to visit or receiving many visits, I randomly booked a flight last October and again made the late-year trip. This time I was prepared. Being in South Florida and not having much to do outside of working, going to school and watching What Not to Wear, I finally had some idea on how to present myself. I excitedly packed my tight-fitting jeans and my long-sleeved shirts and my cute fashion boots looking forward to showing all of my old friends how cute I can look in brisk weather. The problem: it never got cooler than 70°. What the hell is wrong with you, global warming?! That was my time to shine!

Here we are, a year later and again I'm preparing for my October pilgrimage. Is it strange that I'm hoping for cool, crisp weather? I'm bringing my boots, damnit. Don't let me down!

Apocalypse

Crazy storm in South Florida = Weird sun
(This is at 7:30 AM)

There goes my life (some more).

So, my coworker downloaded this game and he would play it in the office sometimes when nothing was going on. I watched. I giggled. It's so ridiculous, but alas. I caved late Sunday night and downloaded it. It's addicting. How addicting, you ask?

I woke up Monday morning at 10 AM. Computer was on with coffee in hand by 10:30 AM, game loaded by 10:31 AM.

Here we are, 10 PM. I just shut it. *Sigh*


http://www.popcap.com/


Yes, it has a trailer. Nice knowing you.

Surprise pregnancy!

Okay, first I'd like to acknowledge how all of my other friends who have blogs always write some great, inspirational passages that are fun to read... and then there's me who mostly has something to rant about. For that, I apologize, but if people in this world were half as smart as I'd like to give them credit for, I wouldn't need to write so many complaints.

With that said, I've recently noted that a lot of old and new friends are expecting children! I'm both extremely happy for them and happy that it's not me. One case in particular caught my attention. A former classmate in good ole' New York who posted as her status that she's having baby was asked in a comment, "was it planned?" The classmate happily replied, "no! It's a total surprise!"

I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this. Honey, if you're not on birth control and you let your boyfriend/husband/guy next door ejaculate inside of you, it shouldn't be a surprise if you end up pregnant. In fact, it would be more fitting if you cried out, "I'm NOT pregnant! It's a total surprise!"

Now, if by chance you're reading this, please don't be offended because I've taken into consideration that maybe I'm jumping to conclusions or reading too deeply into the subject. Maybe you were on birth control, or maybe he did use a condom, but from past experience with this subject (I have a lot of friends), I'm going with neither precautions were taken.

In conclusion, I'd like to congratulate all of you ladies who are expecting or who are new mothers! I'm loving the belly pictures!

Everyone's getting sentimental.

It's amazing how many great friends we make throughout our youth.  There are a few that I've had before my age was in the double-digits that I'll never forget, but unfortnuately, those horrid things called "time" and "age" came into play and ultimately tore us apart. It's par for the course. Everyone grows up and builds their own life that you may or may not fit into the same way, but thanks to such mediums as Facebook, it's still possible to be in the know and for that, I'm grateful.

Then there's that one friend who will always be there no matter the age, no matter the time, no matter the place. The less-annoying Kimmy Gibbler. The perfect combination of all of the friends in Friends. The one person whom you accept unconditionally whether she still likes a whole lot of pink, Hanson, stuffed animals in her bed, or makes wacky decisions regarding tattoos and placement. And you automatically accept everything new in their life, even the unknown, and you're comfortable and at peace with it - including their new "besties."

Allison. Meg. I'm coming for you. XO's!