Wicked Smart

Sporting a blue shirt was not enough for one devoted fan. Shannon happily snapped up the free Seahawks hat in today's paper, much to the chagrin of the rest of the office. The obvious solution? Make enough hats for everyone in the office that wants one!

As Shannon said it today, "I am in a weird shipping vortex." Things just get sent to me that are unusual, unordered and usually, plain ugly. Case in point? The tacky fish crap . There was also the giant chrome purse display stand that was sent to my attention at work. I got a new laptop at work and felt it was only fair I get a cute new laptop bag to replace the rather mundane and professional looking one that was given to me with the laptop. I mean, a girl's got to accessorize, right? Anyway, so I ordered this cute bag from Love, Margaux. It was handsewn in Portland, Oregon and I even got a cute handwritten note thanking me for my purchase and supporting local businesses. I love it! I do not, however, love what I found in the pocket. Shannon was watching me go through it after pulling it from the box, when I suddenly grew silent, cocked my head to the side like a dog and stared inside, perplexed. "What?" I held up the first item I found...a very used sheet...

Alright, Alright I admit it. I'm lame. I haven't posted about the trip to San Fran yet. And I'm not going to tonight either. Why? you may ask. Well there were definitely some awesomely blog-worthy moments (Drag queens collection Social Security, anyone?) and I don't want to invest enough time tonight to tell them with the amount of detail they deserve. What I do have time for tonight is a list. A list of the 25 Most Essential Songs That Everyone Should Have on Their Ipod, or 25 MESTESHTI, for short. These are not my favorite songs necessarily, although some of them are. But some of them aren't even my favorite song by that particular artist, I just feel like these are the necessities to create a well-rounded collection and give you, the musically challenged, a slim chance to fake it with that hot guy you met at Chop Suey last night. So, in no particular order, here they are: 25 MESTESHTI (as of 10.20.10) 1. Use Somebody- King of Leon 2. Flagpole Sitta- Harvey...

What trip to San Francisco would be complete without Danny, Jesse and Joey?

So. Do I need to admit defeat in this blog, or do the lack of daily photos and blogs take care of that for me? Awesome. This is what happens when life gets busy and you find yourself lucky to make it INTO bed before falling asleep. Of course, my bed is about waist high so there have been many moments where I've felt like I was going to fall OUT of bed so it's not all good I suppose. I am actually super excited for this week. On Friday morning Amanda and I will be driving down to San Francisco for Roadtrip 2.0 (A.K.A. Roadtrip Part Deux). On the agenda? *Bigfoot Lodge *Speakeasy (with password!) *Drag Show *Talk Like a Pirate Day *Chinatown *Oregon Vortex *Wax Museum Don't worry, I will take a break from my photoslacking and actually post some pictures so the world can share in my tacky/cheesy/kick ass vacation! Woot!

We went and saw Jamie Cullum tonight. (2nd time in 2010 yippee!) He was playing at Chateau Ste. Michelle, and let me just say, if you haven't ever been to a concert there, you should absolutely go. It's gorgeous, the acoustics are decent for an outdoor arena and the people watching is to die for. Plus, if you sit at the top of the hill by the fence, you can spend your evening with a scary-ass peacock trying to kill-by-pecking. You can feed it kettle corn and cups of wine (Only the Chateau Ste. Michelle wine they serve at the winery, there are standards after all (or possibly rules regarding outside booze))but don't let the cops catch you, something about endangering the wildlife, blah blah blah. I should point out I didn't actually feed the peacock kettle corn OR wine, but there were lots of people hanging out with us along the fence that were drunk enough to find it an amusing way to kill time between acts. P.S. Jamie Cullum was AWESOME, once again. It was a much...

And now, a dance lesson: The Robot The Gangsta Card Shuffle (not to be confused with the Truffle Shuffle) Pretty, Pretty Princess The Egyptian The "I'm-a-big-important-general-of-some-war-and-this-is-me-posing-for-the-statue-they-are-erecting-in-my-honor" *UPDATE* Shannon informed me that this is The Captain Morgan. Excuuuuuuse me. The Heisman The Get Down and Shake That Booty This dance lesson will be on here until Shannon actually reads my blog and forces me to remove the embarassing ones. She's no fun when she's sober.

Haven't had a lot of time to post lately. I will try and catch up some tomorrow after work, but it might end up being a week and a half's worth of pictures without words. But hey, it works well for kids' books right? I mean, a picture is worth a thousand words so that's like 10,000 words just flyin' off the page!

I love any store that uses the word "dealio" in it's ads!

Little bunny foo foo, Sitting in the driveway. If you don't move soon, I'll hit you with my car.

Bethany was avoiding going home until her husband had put the kids to bed so, for old-timey sake, we headed to Claim Jumpers and got dessert at 10 pm. Gone may be the days of Friday nights playing pool and getting serenaded by boys, but we'll always have our late night dessert runs!

$8.50 out-of-pocket for everything here. Thank you, thank you.

Okay, here's the deal. I am not scared of the dentist. I've had too much done with my teeth to be fazed by the novocain, drills and tiny round mirror. (Someone might not like to floss but I'm not naming any names.) I am, however, prone to freaking out at the dentist during 2 instances. 1. When doing something in my mouth, the dentist asks for "the flame shaper." I've said it before and I'll say it again- I firmly believe nothing in my mouth needs shaping by flame. 2. Halfway through a 90-minute appointment to take down and re-do an old buildup during a crown replacement procedure, the power goes out. I don't care if there is a backup generator. I don't care that the actual power came back on 10 minutes later, having the power go out mid-appointment will bring the scariest man at Singh-Singh to his knees. After the Nazi appointment (Nazi= evil), I was heading home when I noticed a stuffed animal on the roof of a local apartment. It made me won...

I love getting free products in the mail! It's like Christmas in May! Today I got my full-sized new Hawaiian Tropic After Sun Cream Lotion, along with some samples and coupons. It's from this great site called SheSpeaks.com and sorry boys, it's only for women. (Even though I feel the name of the site should have indicated that, it's never safe to assume people aren't idiots.) You just register with the site, fill out a survey about your life, personality, likes/dislikes etc and they randomly send you offers about programs you can participate in. Once selected for a particular program they send you the item for free and you try it out. After you have formed an opinion about it, you log back on and fill out a survey about your findings. You can also talk about the product with other users, take polls etc. Super easy for free stuff! Now, if only the weather would cooperate so I can go out to the pool and actually TRY the lotion!!!

This is part of the local hospital campus. While waiting for a red light today I was reminded of the story from the last time I was at the hospital. (This is the part where Wayne and Garth drift across the screen, wiggling their fingers and making the 'diddleadoo' noise to indicate a flashback.) It was last fall and I had gone to a class at the hospital one evening as part of their outreach program. When I walked in I noticed it was actually an enormous room with two sets of doors and vendors lined up on either side. There were three sections worth of tables, each with about 15 rows of seats facing the front where the speakers would be addressing the audience. The first vendor was a local bakery whose specialty is gluten-free breads. I stopped and was looking at the breads, but decided I would get some water and a seat before I just took a loaf. So I picked a seat on the opposite side of the room in the very back row. Once I had set the bag of goodies they had given me at recep...

I know it doesn't do much visually for anyone, but this "casserole" is 1. so yummy I'm gonna go all German on you and even claim it's UBER yummy 2. cheap 3. easy. It's also versatile and makes a lot but only 3 reasons are needed to be the unarguable trifecta so we're gonna have to save versatile and large for another day, sorry guys. My family actually makes this every Christmas morning, minus the asparagus and orange pepper (see? told you it was versatile). It's nice because it can cook while we open presents. I made it the other day because I had 18 eggs and a pound of sausage in the fridge. So, without further adeiu I give you: Some Weird Egg Casserole 1 lb ground sausage, whatever flavor you like 1 bag frozen tater tots (or Mexi-fries, if you live in the PNW) 8+ eggs Cheddar Cheese, shredded 1 tsp each Salt, Oregano,Pepper, thyme If you would like a more savory/dinnery casserole you can add the following: Chopped onion Chopped pepper, any color A...

Happy Birthday Amanda! To honor you, I present a little blast from the past. A conversation between Amanda and myself from August 14, 2008. BIGFOOT So this is how my morning has gone so far: Amanda: Did you hear they found Bigfoot? Me: No. (crosses arms and raises eyebrows) Where did they find him? In the trunk along with Jesus on the way back from Mexico? Amanda: Ha. Ha. No, it's for real, it's all over the news. Me: Oh the Weekly World News? Right alongside a story about Batboy? Amanda: No! Look for yourself, it's all over. (Pulls up Google and looks at CNN. Nothing. MSNBC. Nothing. MSN Homepage. Nothing.) Well fine, I'll send you the link. http://news.cnet.com/8301-13577_3-10017102-36.html This started the IM portion of the conversation as I read this "article": Jamie sounds like a crazy advertising scheme amandafaith02 NO its real they have DNA Jamie for like a new mall or nascar stadium amandafaith02 and a BODY Jamie that noone c...

Sometimes I feel like a ruh-tard. And, let's be honest, I'm not applying for Mensa anytime soon. And then there are those times where I wonder how the rest of the world got so stupid (I have this theory that involves a combination of the water supply, inbreeding and prolonged exposure to The Kardashians). Case in point: Digiorno Pizza and Breadsticks. I only bought it because I had a coupon that was expiring ($2 for pizza and breadsticks, hooray!) and I have to say it was decent for $2 but I don't think I would ever pay full price for it. Anyway, the pizza cooks for 20 minutes, the breadsticks for 14. Apparently, people dumber than the girl who answered the work phone "Tequilla!" because she was listening to the song can't quite figure out how to cook them so both are ready at the same time. Luckily, the people at Digiorno were nice enough to put instructions for them. "To enjoy the breadsticks with the pizza at the same time, bake pizza for 6 minutes...

Carrie and I made a deal today at lunch. I went and got us food at Taco Del Mar and she went to Dairy Queen and picked up Blizzards. (Pregnant Carrie is quite convincing.) Later, as I was eating my chocolate-covered strawberry blizzard (best. blizzard. ever.) I heard a crunch. Having had extensive dental work in my life I immediately searched for signs of disaster. Pain? No. Tooth missing or cracked? No. Sifting through the chocolate I had been eating there was nothing. Hmm... "Well it must not have been part of the blizzard (which is a disturbing thought in it's own right)." Yep. Definitely not part of the blizzard. The next bite lifted my 12 year old temporarily-permanent crown off of one of my molars. Of course I don't have a regular dentist so had to look online for an emergency dentist that could get me in that afternoon. This is a double-edged sword for me. On the one hand, it's something that has needed to be done for a long time. That crown was neve...

Douchebag (Urban Dictionary Definition): Someone who has surpassed the levels of jerk and asshole, however not yet reached fucker or motherfucker. Douchebag (Jamie Definition): The guy who walked out of Target wearing a popped collar polo, gold chains and baggy khaki shorts, holding onto his orange, over-tanned girlfriend's waist and leading her to his car. Upon noticing me walking back from putting the cart away (all the while thinking BP must not have had an oil spill, this guy must have just washed his hair), he winks, does the head nod and the finger barrel gun before saying loudly "My BMW is over here." He then proceeds to get into his 15 year old BMW with said girlfriend, rev the engine and then cut me off. To the king of the douches, I salute you.