Popcorn, rings and all things random...
Here's just a lil story for the non-silly impaired...
So, Wendy and I went grocery shopping the other day and as we strolled along the aisles, I saw popcorn. Nonono...not just microwave popcorn in a box. I saw the popcorn kernels and the ohsobutteryoil that you use to cook it with. Just like my dad used to make when I was just a wee lil SJ. I didn't buy it for a few reasons. ONE of the reasons was that it's SO way high in calories and FAT that just looking at it made me gain 1 or 9 pounds. Now, all I can think of for a snack is that damned popcorn. But, to make said popcorn, I need an old fashioned popcorn popper. With a butter dispenser. And an electric cord that's older than I am. I FOUND ONE! AND I'M BUYING IT! It'll be here by Thursday. I just need to make sure that electrical fires are covered by our homeowners insurance. This thing is from 1974, people! Why am I so amazed by the littlest things? I think it's all the alcohol sitting in my house...untouched...unloved. MARGARITA TIME! And it's on the rocks...like a frickin' margarita should be served. Wait...I need limes...IT'S GROCERY TIME!
So, Wendy and I went ring shopping the other day and as we strolled along the jewelry shop, I saw the men's wedding bands. Nonono...not just the microwave wedding bands in the box. We saw the "alternate" metal wedding bands. Personally, I kinda liked the Tungsten rings the best. But, then Wendy did some research and found that they have TONS of calories and will make me gain more weight than popcorn and as a side note, they break if they touch concrete. Apparently, it's their kryptonite. So, I'm thinking of going with White Gold sans sparkly diamonds. We didn't look at many rings for Wendy because I'm a selfish ring whore. IT'S SELFISH RING WHORE TIME!
So, Wendy and I went looking at places to hold our wedding ceremony/reception. We saw a buncha places and we scratched a buncha places off of our list. We loved the very first place we saw that day and we should have just written a check out to them right then and there. But, we beat that smart thought down with logic and the hope that there might be something better on the other side of the rainb...of the Metroplex. We did find a bunch of swell looking places but none that had the fun loving country preacher saying, "Heck, kids...y'all do what makes ya happy and if'n ya don't find some other place that tickles yer fancy, just give 'Ol Eddie a call and we'll get ya squared away." I was grinning on the inside. IT'S GRINNING TIME!
Okay, enough of the sillies. See ya!
So, Wendy and I went grocery shopping the other day and as we strolled along the aisles, I saw popcorn. Nonono...not just microwave popcorn in a box. I saw the popcorn kernels and the ohsobutteryoil that you use to cook it with. Just like my dad used to make when I was just a wee lil SJ. I didn't buy it for a few reasons. ONE of the reasons was that it's SO way high in calories and FAT that just looking at it made me gain 1 or 9 pounds. Now, all I can think of for a snack is that damned popcorn. But, to make said popcorn, I need an old fashioned popcorn popper. With a butter dispenser. And an electric cord that's older than I am. I FOUND ONE! AND I'M BUYING IT! It'll be here by Thursday. I just need to make sure that electrical fires are covered by our homeowners insurance. This thing is from 1974, people! Why am I so amazed by the littlest things? I think it's all the alcohol sitting in my house...untouched...unloved. MARGARITA TIME! And it's on the rocks...like a frickin' margarita should be served. Wait...I need limes...IT'S GROCERY TIME!
So, Wendy and I went ring shopping the other day and as we strolled along the jewelry shop, I saw the men's wedding bands. Nonono...not just the microwave wedding bands in the box. We saw the "alternate" metal wedding bands. Personally, I kinda liked the Tungsten rings the best. But, then Wendy did some research and found that they have TONS of calories and will make me gain more weight than popcorn and as a side note, they break if they touch concrete. Apparently, it's their kryptonite. So, I'm thinking of going with White Gold sans sparkly diamonds. We didn't look at many rings for Wendy because I'm a selfish ring whore. IT'S SELFISH RING WHORE TIME!
So, Wendy and I went looking at places to hold our wedding ceremony/reception. We saw a buncha places and we scratched a buncha places off of our list. We loved the very first place we saw that day and we should have just written a check out to them right then and there. But, we beat that smart thought down with logic and the hope that there might be something better on the other side of the rainb...of the Metroplex. We did find a bunch of swell looking places but none that had the fun loving country preacher saying, "Heck, kids...y'all do what makes ya happy and if'n ya don't find some other place that tickles yer fancy, just give 'Ol Eddie a call and we'll get ya squared away." I was grinning on the inside. IT'S GRINNING TIME!
Okay, enough of the sillies. See ya!