If its free, its for me

Last night I went to a movie with a girlfriend.  As it was opening night, parking was limited and difficult to find.  We pulled into an open spot and realized there was something on the ground in front of the car.  Turns out, it was a full, unopened 2 liter bottle of generic 7up.  I picked it up and put it in my purse, just in case.  I always bring snacks to the movies!  I would have pulled it out and asked if anyone was thirsty, but the theater was packed.  Ah well...it still tastes okay.  Perhaps next time I go to the movies I'll make use of it. Lol.

a lazy saturday

Last night I attended my work Christmas party at the golf and country club.  I debated whether or not I would go for about two hours, and it went a little something like this...

"I should go.  It is a good way to get to know people I work with, and plus there will be free food.  I rarely say no when its free. But...I just got comfortable, and putting on heels and dress pants sounds like a lot of work (not to mention how time-consuming operation save Liz's face and hair might be!)  There might be chocolate.  Perhaps I could go for just a bit... but that means I'd have to move.  How 'bout a little nap first?  Oh this is cozy -- it is really getting warm in here, I'm not sure I'll be able to drag myself off the couch.  Liz, seriously?? You are going to spend your Friday night alone, sleeping on the futon?  Get a life!  Well, I suppose I could just start by brushing my teeth...or maybe I should have some ice cream first!  That's the best idea you've had all day!  Mmmm, this is good stuff.  (thirty minutes later) Now I'm warm, happy and comfortable...sleeping.  Then my phone rings.  Now that I'm awake, I might as well get ready and go out.  But now I have to decide what to wear...  Why is life so difficult?  (finally, after straightening my hair, touching up my makeup, trying on five different combinations of outfits I'm ready to depart)  Mission accomplished; now I just have to figure out how to get there...

As it turns out, the party was worthwhile after all.  I had a moment of panic when I arrived and saw a limo thinking I was crashing a party for VIPs.  Fortunately, I had the right place and soon ran into a couple of people I recognized.  I was taken aback when the doors opened automatically, but I guess the valets have to do something when they aren't parking cars.  The appetizers were tasty, and there were in fact chocolate covered strawberries as well as chocolate truffles.  Only one person ran into me and I didn't fall over, so I considered the evening a success.  The highlight of the night was when two of my coworkers borrowed my giant purse to fill with chocolate covered strawberries 'to go'  They grabbed a napkin, my purse and made their way to the dessert and coffee table.  One of them picked up the entire tray, and proceeded to empty the contents into my bag.  Right as she picked it up though, one of the busboys came out of the kitchen and noticed their strange activity.  Not missing a beat, she loudly commented, "oh, this really is silver," put the tray down and tried a different tactic.  They ended up filling a coffee cup with chocolate treats, and shoving creamer, sugar and a monogrammed napkin in my purse instead.  I'll have to put it in my scrapbook.  I laughed so hard I almost had an accident and tears were streaming down my face.  Maybe these work parties aren't so bad after all.

Today was spent with those I love, and I got to keep my favorite baby company!

*this made me smile:

http://improveverywhere.com/video/255430

blonde moment

My family and select friends make fun of me for my lack of intelligence at times. Unfortunately, I don't always think through certain things, and end up looking rather silly. Mostly, it is something that I say that I should have kept to myself, but every once in a while...

The other night I decided to move my sewing machine (inside a table) out of the back seat of my car. Did I mention I was going to attempt this by myself? Well, I did try. My plan of action was to test the weight and see if I could handle it alone. Then, if that didn't seem possible, I would call and ask for assistance.
Problem #1: said sewing machine was not only heavy, it was an awkward size and shape
Problem #2: once the sewing machine is so far out of the car, I realized I had passed the point of no return -- which leads to...
Problem #3: now I had no choice because I could not get the sewing machine back into the car, nor could I get it all the way out of the car
Problem #4: did I mention the top of the table opens?
So here I am, standing out in the parking lot propping the door of the car open with my arm, holding the top of the table shut with my leg and trying not to let go. People are driving past, staring at the crazy lady trying to move furniture in the snow and ice, but no one offered to help me. I did manage to pull my phone out of my pocket to call my brother and ask "just how heavy would you say that sewing machine is?" "You aren't trying to move it by yourself, are you?" he asked. "Well...I have a back-up plan." "You're an idiot." (which of course, I knew by this point in the game) I told him I would keep him posted, and returned to the problem at hand. Not wanting to spend the night in this position because 1) it was cold, and 2) it was uncomfortable -- okay that's an understatement, I called my neighbors and requested an extra pair of hands. My friend sent her husband over and he helped me extricate the sewing machine from the back seat, flip it upright and lug it up the stairs to my apartment. Sweet success!

So what if it is in the middle of my living room? I can drag it around some other time. Not my brightest idea...lol :)