damn cookies

i have decided i want to lose at least 15 pounds, even though i have no willpower whatsoever. joe does not think i need to lose weight. joe proceeded to buy me a box of thin mint cookies (my absolute favorite!) from the girl scouts. so while i am trying to eat well, i also am getting in my daily dose of thin mints. sigh. i think it’s a sign. i’m not supposed to diet! hehe.

four months!

today is our four month anniversary. yep, i’m the kind of dork who gets excited about things like that. i love you more than you know baby! today is also the day that i become a baseball widow. joe’s fantasy baseball draft today kicks off baseball season which lasts, what, the rest of the year?! now, i am a baseball fan and i plan to attend as many games as possible, but i have a feeling i won’t be seeing my boyfriend much over the next nine months. maybe that’s because in his new year’s resolution column one of his resolutions was to at least remember my name. hmmm. no really, it’s ok. he can have his fantasy baseball, which i’ll probably never understand, no matter how many times he tries to explain it to me. he can have his televised games and trips to the stadium. as long as i go with him, that is. 🙂

my stupidity, part 2

will it ever end? i’m seriously starting to doubt it. this morning, joe and i ran out and, since i didn’t need my checkbook or credit card, i left my purse in the house. when we returned, joe asked me if i had my keys. i looked on the floor by my feet and didn’t see my purse. i always bring my purse. we were locked out. crap.

“i knew you didn’t have your keys when you didn’t bring your purse,” joe said.

“why didn’t you tell me??” i responded.

i tried calling the landlord, to no avail. he never answers his phone. not very handy, if you ask me.

so we took a quick jaunt to the police department which, luckily, is just a few blocks from my house. i was in my sweatpants and looked like hell, but i didn’t care. we marched down to support services where the public information officer and recruiting officer work.

“i locked us out,” i said. “do you know anyone who can open the lock?”

the sergeant pulled out his asp baton. “use this,” he said as i stared blankly. “it’s cheaper to fix a window than to call a locksmith.”

he had a point.

they told us to try using a credit card in the door jamb. as we left, the recruiting officer asked how long it would take to get back to my house.

“not long,” i said. “why?”

“well. i was just thinking. the 911 center could get a call about a burglary in process at a certain dalton residence.”

i rolled my eyes and we drove back to the house where i watched in nervous anticipation as joe first tried his driver’s license and then his insurance prescription card. just as we thought it wasn’t going to happen, the door popped open. “my insurance finally came through,” he joked.
so, through act of stupidity number two, i learned to always take my purse with me. oh, and i headed down to lowes and got several spare keys made. 🙂

party, party, party

last saturday night, we went to a surprise party for joe’s parents’ friend brian’s 50th birthday. brian’s kids and their significant others, as well as another couple, met us at joe’s parents’ cabin for snacks and then we all caravaned to doris and carl’s cabin. brian was totally surprised. he thought everyone was getting together for a neighborhood cookout.

we all…well, most of us…ok, us younguns put on party hats and got into the celebration. it was great fun. we cooked out (even grillers for moi, the vegetarian) and just hung out and talked and watched brian open his presents, most of which were gag gifts.

the picture joe’s mom took of us sitting on the couch is i think by far the cutest we have of us.

oh the sunshine

well yesterday i put the top down on the mustang when i went out and about. it was so nice. it was such a beautiful day. i can’t wait until summer so i can drive the mustang with the top down all the time!

my stupidity

i sprained my foot. well, according to the doctor, BADLY sprained my foot. and i don’t even have a good reason, like kicking joe (joking!). nope. i tripped over myself going down the stairs and fell on my right foot. in my own house. as my cats watched and laughed. yep. i’m a moron.

my mom and i thought it was broken because it didn’t swell. friday morning i could barely walk, so joe drove up here, picked me up and took me to cartersville medical center. it’s our favorite date place. we’ve been there twice…more times than we’ve gone anywhere else! 🙂 we were only there about an hour and a half and were told it was a bad sprain. they wrapped it up, gave me crutches and two loritab (which i hear i can get $50 for each on the black market) and sent me on my merry way.

joe couldn’t take me back home because he had an appointment in atlanta, so he set me up on the couch at his house with ice on my foot. about half an hour later the medicine kicked in (oh what wonderful stuff it is) and i got real dizzy and about passed out. but i wasn’t in as much pain! i used the crutches for part of the weekend but gave up after i started injuring myself even more with them. i’m just not smart enough to use those things. hehe. yesterday i wore my shoe for the first time, albeit untied. today i’m still hurting but at least it’s not as bad.