About Me

Fairfax, Virginia, United States
Bargain Huntress. Loved by foreign men. 30ish, and I live alone with two cats. Yeah... I am single, obviously (see above). I lack the ability to eat desserts in moderation. I don't take no for an answer. I like a good argument everyday. I am real.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Rompers are making a comeback



Rompers are back. There is nothing better than a shirt-shorts combo....until you have to use the restroom.

I remember the Rompers of my youth all too well to be fooled again.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Jabba The Hutt


Today one of the partners at the firm I work for was in my office and he observed the pictures I have of my cats and pointed to my cat Simba and said

" He looks like Jabba the Hutt!"

I said "It's funny you say that because I call him that all the time"

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Did you say something?


Today, while talking to one of the vendors I had hired for a printing job, she says

" Excuse me a sec....sorry, these retainers are new and I am still getting used to them, I have to take them out to talk"

Sometimes, direct mail can be funny ;)

Monday, April 5, 2010

Easter with Mom-Mom



I call my mother's mother " Mom-Mom" her counterpart, "Pop-Pop" unfortunately passed away when I was very young.

Mom-Mom used to live a few streets over from us my entire childhood and I have many memories of cutting through the woods to go borrow her encyclopedia Britannica to do book reports. She moved to Lancaster, PA to a swanky retirement home about a dozen years ago when I was still in high school.

She usually gets me for Thanksgiving and Easter and its just the two of us since the rest of my immediate family lives to far to come for just a weekend and the rest of my extended family stopped paying us any attention years ago.

I like it though. Mom-Mom is the bossiest women I think I have ever met and she sometimes loses her cool when I get tired of doing things her way. But I make her laugh and she usually finds her way back to sanity without delay.

Mom-Mom's parents both immigrated to the states from Ireland so St. Patrick's Day has always been a big deal for her. So being, she thoughtfully saved a loaf of Soda bread from St. Patty's day for me to eat when I came for Easter. I can't express how grateful I was for that experience so I won't.

Mom-Mom told me last year at Easter that she thought she would live another 5 years or so and then went into graphic detail about how she would like to be buried and how her funeral should be conducted. I told her that one does not decide such things and planning for something she won't be around to attend was kind of taking her type A personality to creepy extremes.

On Sunday morning we arrived 45mins before the service so we could "reserve" our seats.

Mom-Mom does not believe in being an old lady driver and has a lead foot connected to her artificial hip.

She gave me an Easter basket (I am 28, when does this stop?) but I wasn't allowed to keep the basket. Or the plastic wrap it came in.

Mom-Mom showered me with love and presents and I promised that I would be the day of coordinator at her funeral.

Eu amo minha avó

My chair pad is much prettier than these

My chair pad is much prettier than these