If I was ever a character on network TV,
I would be Abby from NCIS. XD
Abby: Ooh, Tony, no wonder you're so heavy, you're all muscle...and you got a nice booty too!
Tony: Is this how you react to being shot at?!
Abby: ...I dunno, it's my first time...
And Chris would be McGee. That's just life.
So. This could either end up being a ridiculously shot or absurdly long blog. It depends on a few things: 1)When Chris gets home. 2) How into this episode of NCIS I get. 3) If my battery actually lasts an hour and thirty-seven minutes like it says it will, since I don't like to turn on the lights or charge things until it gets dark out. And I'm way to lazy to flick light-switches and all that.
All I've been eating these past few days (okay, well, not ALL since I've been out to eat three or more times) is sunflower seeds. I've killed off at least a half-pound bag a day. I used to eat them like this last summer. Back then, almost literally, all I ate was sunflower seeds and all I drank was Arizona Lemon iced tea. And occasionally there were donuts, or eggs.
Oh, boy, that's Chris. Yeah, I'm gonna ignore him and keep writing. XD
Oh, speaking of Chris. I don't know if anyone else has had this problem, but I just figured I'd check. Chris has a Palm Trio, on Verizon (I know, awful, but it wasn't his choice; it's his work phone). He's able to get my text messages from my AT&T phone, but he can't send any to me. Calls, however, go through just fine. He's probably gonna take it to the store and see what they can do, but I'm just curious to see if anyone else has had this problem.
Moving on.
Yesterday, Chris and I went to Kennywood, and it was the best thing for our relationship in a long time. First we went to EnP for lunch, and that was the first time I'd been there since they enacted their own personal smoking ban. Now that I can't smoke anywhere, I figured eggs are eggs. :p So we ate, and then we went and rode roller coasters and ate gross food. I got one of those square ice cream cones they have at the Golden Nugget and it was so messy. I tried to get all the drips but about a minute in I called it quits and turned into a twelve-year-old, and just completely got coated in ice cream from my hands to my elbows and all over my face. It worked for me. XD Chris got a supreme funnel cake (funnel cake, powdered sugar, ice cream, whipped cream, and strawberries), and I tried to eat it, but I was so full of ice cream I kind of just gave up and ate his strawberries. And of course, we rode roller coasters. Not too many, but enough. Kennywood seems so much smaller after having hit up Busch Gardens twice (boring), Cedar Point (fun, but cold), and King's Dominion (best fun, but burnt my corneas) since then. And by the end of the night, my sense of impending doom was kicking in and I couldn't ride much else without fearing my own demise, so I resigned myself to gift shops and got some silly bracelets and a mood ring to add to my collection and shelled out some serious cash on my first ever Kennywood hoodie (and also my first article of light blue clothing in years). It's soft and cuddly and thermal and I can wear it under things. :) It's also the first article of Kennywood clothes I've ever been able to afford, and I've been there at least twice a year (on average) since I was, oh, I dunno, born?
Today was supposed to be the day I went to Point Park to cancel my schedule; however, I also had a bunch of other stuff to do that I couldn't because Chris took his lockbox key with him and I figured, hey, what the hell, I might as well get all this crap done in one day instead of making two trips, so I'm doing it tomorrow. Yes, I'm using it as an excuse to put this off, but at the same time, I want nothing more than to get it done. I dunno.
Nina's birthday is this weekend, and her kitties are going to be born soon, and that makes me happy. I've officially decided that, even though it'll be work and I'm not used to having to take care of things, having a cat will probably be good for me. I'm gonna need some serious lint rollie things, though. Serious.
Oklie dokilie, I apologize for the mostly boring entry, I've been sucked in by NCIS and Chris demands cuddles, so my original train of thought went out the window with the last nice day of the year.
You can probably look forward to a secondary post, in the middle of the night. :p
Abby: Ooh, Tony, no wonder you're so heavy, you're all muscle...and you got a nice booty too!
Tony: Is this how you react to being shot at?!
Abby: ...I dunno, it's my first time...
And Chris would be McGee. That's just life.
So. This could either end up being a ridiculously shot or absurdly long blog. It depends on a few things: 1)When Chris gets home. 2) How into this episode of NCIS I get. 3) If my battery actually lasts an hour and thirty-seven minutes like it says it will, since I don't like to turn on the lights or charge things until it gets dark out. And I'm way to lazy to flick light-switches and all that.
All I've been eating these past few days (okay, well, not ALL since I've been out to eat three or more times) is sunflower seeds. I've killed off at least a half-pound bag a day. I used to eat them like this last summer. Back then, almost literally, all I ate was sunflower seeds and all I drank was Arizona Lemon iced tea. And occasionally there were donuts, or eggs.
Oh, boy, that's Chris. Yeah, I'm gonna ignore him and keep writing. XD
Oh, speaking of Chris. I don't know if anyone else has had this problem, but I just figured I'd check. Chris has a Palm Trio, on Verizon (I know, awful, but it wasn't his choice; it's his work phone). He's able to get my text messages from my AT&T phone, but he can't send any to me. Calls, however, go through just fine. He's probably gonna take it to the store and see what they can do, but I'm just curious to see if anyone else has had this problem.
Moving on.
Yesterday, Chris and I went to Kennywood, and it was the best thing for our relationship in a long time. First we went to EnP for lunch, and that was the first time I'd been there since they enacted their own personal smoking ban. Now that I can't smoke anywhere, I figured eggs are eggs. :p So we ate, and then we went and rode roller coasters and ate gross food. I got one of those square ice cream cones they have at the Golden Nugget and it was so messy. I tried to get all the drips but about a minute in I called it quits and turned into a twelve-year-old, and just completely got coated in ice cream from my hands to my elbows and all over my face. It worked for me. XD Chris got a supreme funnel cake (funnel cake, powdered sugar, ice cream, whipped cream, and strawberries), and I tried to eat it, but I was so full of ice cream I kind of just gave up and ate his strawberries. And of course, we rode roller coasters. Not too many, but enough. Kennywood seems so much smaller after having hit up Busch Gardens twice (boring), Cedar Point (fun, but cold), and King's Dominion (best fun, but burnt my corneas) since then. And by the end of the night, my sense of impending doom was kicking in and I couldn't ride much else without fearing my own demise, so I resigned myself to gift shops and got some silly bracelets and a mood ring to add to my collection and shelled out some serious cash on my first ever Kennywood hoodie (and also my first article of light blue clothing in years). It's soft and cuddly and thermal and I can wear it under things. :) It's also the first article of Kennywood clothes I've ever been able to afford, and I've been there at least twice a year (on average) since I was, oh, I dunno, born?
Today was supposed to be the day I went to Point Park to cancel my schedule; however, I also had a bunch of other stuff to do that I couldn't because Chris took his lockbox key with him and I figured, hey, what the hell, I might as well get all this crap done in one day instead of making two trips, so I'm doing it tomorrow. Yes, I'm using it as an excuse to put this off, but at the same time, I want nothing more than to get it done. I dunno.
Nina's birthday is this weekend, and her kitties are going to be born soon, and that makes me happy. I've officially decided that, even though it'll be work and I'm not used to having to take care of things, having a cat will probably be good for me. I'm gonna need some serious lint rollie things, though. Serious.
Oklie dokilie, I apologize for the mostly boring entry, I've been sucked in by NCIS and Chris demands cuddles, so my original train of thought went out the window with the last nice day of the year.
You can probably look forward to a secondary post, in the middle of the night. :p