SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY!

Kaiju Big Battle this Sunday!

I gotta go choose my posse now.

Endless Mountains Day 2

So after a long night cruzin' around in the Gator, we got a pretty good sleep and we needed it because the next day had lots in store for us...

Mom and Dad had planned with their friends Bernie and Walt to attend a Russian church dinner. We were very excited because this dinner was going to have a bull roast, all you can drink beer and vodka and a Polka band!! This is a great combination and usually ends up in high jinks and flat out silliness.

Well we go there and there was no bull roast and no vodka, but we were not going to let that ruin our day! We played "Click Its Bingo" which are these little cards that snap open to reveal letters and if the letters spelled BINGO in any order you win anything from $.25 to $25.00. Even though none of us one more than $.25, which we would trade in for two more tickets, we still ended up spending like $30 on these tickets...

After a little while the band, "Joe Lastovica Polka Punch", started playing!

Their number one hit, which was requested by the rowdiest table there (our table) was "I Don't Want Her, You Can Have Her, She's to Fat for Me!". Seriously, this song is so popular with Russian's that the whole place got up and started dancing and all of the little old ladies were signing the lyrics. Hii-larious! Our other request was "Who Stole the Kielbasa?", but the band didn't know that one. Here's a little taste of dance floor in full swing...

Once the band found it's groove, Mom, Dad, Bernie and Walt were tearing up the dance floor in their Polka madness!

Then started the door prizes and raffles, oh my...was that a mistake! I laid out another $30 on raffle tickets, mostly because I wanted this movie popcorn maker that came with popcorn and little ceramic popcorn movie bowls. After I lost to a little old couple, we joked about how I was going to follow them outside and somebody needs to be ready with the get away car! But our table was not a complete wash with the raffle, Mom won an Italian wine basket...

And I won 5 dozen homemade perogies! Brent and I now have perogies to last us for the next year! I also won strawberry preserves from TJMaaxx as seen in this photo which was suppose to represent our day at the Russian church...Click to enlarge the picture to see where it clearly says "BULL ROAST".

Walt made me take a picture (for the blog!) of Dad, Johnny and him acting as "the band", while the real band was on break...

Then there was this guy who talked to Dad about his days in Normandy for what seemed like 45 minutes. He was wearing this patriotic hat, but I am not sure what was going on with the duck puppet...

Then there was this woman who was the woman handing out the raffles prizes and by the end of the day she was three sheets to the wind and begging Dad to come back next year!

When we were all done, we heading home to get a good night sleep to prepare for our drive home the next day, but not before Brent made my Mom take a picture of me feeding him the fake grapes from her Italian wine basket!

6.3 weeks left 'til our next trip to the endless mountains where your dreams of drunken stupidity are endless!

Endless Mountains Day 1

You know it is a going to be a great weekend at the cabin when you see a bear on your way there! Unfortunately, I did not get a picture because we were driving, but it went something like this: Brent is driving and I am taking in the scenery, I look over to the left side of the road and in a split second the following goes through my mind...wow, look at that big dog standing on the side of the turnpike; oh, that's a really big black dog it must be a Newfoundland; why is it on the side of the road, I hope it doesn't get hit; huh, that dog has a white nose...OMG BEEAARRR!!! (as I slap Brent on the arm while he is driving 80 mph) Needless to say, Brent was not amused, not only because he had not seen it but because I almost killed us. That was definitely cool and I think I talked about it for the next hour. So anyway, on to the weekend at the cabin...


We arrived late Friday night, so our mini vaca started the next day. We decided not to do anything on Saturday except hang out around the cabin so we played with the dogs...

We played a little backgammon...

And we took a walk...

Later that night after we had all had a little too much to drink, we took the Gator (which is basically a 4-wheel drive golf cart) up to the top of the mountain...

And I got a great sunset pic of Mom, Dad and Brent in the gator...

Baby Sarno!

Wow, it's been a long week. Between having the root canal (thanks for feeling my pain fellow bloggers and dedicated readers!) and trying to get caught up at work, it's been nearly impossible to home from work. Finally, I have the chance to catch up on my blog. This past weekend was baby Sarno's and the parents to be baby shower! The day started off with Brent, Cory and I taking Jenny to a carnival. We thought we were being sly by keeping Jenny entertained with carnival food and games while their families set up the surprise at their house, but alas, Jenny is too smart (and Cory to obvious) for her to be surprised. She knew about it the whole time! Next time we throw a surprise party for you Jenny, I'll make sure to take over and keep Cory out of the loop! Watch out for your 30th Jenny, it's gonna be off the hook!

The party was nice, they got tons of gifts. KKatz even made came and stayed for a while even though his wife is in China, as he says "dodging earthquakes".

And it was especially funny when Cory started trying on the baby clothes and playing with the toys.

After all was said and done, and when we could pry Cory away from the toys, it was time to get the adult party started. Since we had been drinking since 2pm, why stop now? A few of us, including the parents to be, drove to Brent and my house to do it up right. After many drinks, we decided to burn a wicker rocking chair in the fire pit, play a long drawn out game of "What's Yours Like", in which no one knew what was going on, and then Brent decided to research the makers of the Fug, aka George Washington bust, Lefton Collectables.

This company seems to make every ugly collectible that you could ever find in your Grandmom's house. From BonBon dishes, to Pilgram figurines, to Presidential busts! Unfortunately, it looks as though that have discounted George W., but they do that this little diddy that you can purchase for $30:$30!!! Are you kidding me? Who would spend that amount of money, oh, except for the people that were selling their George at their yard sale. That was a good investment.

My goal now it to either call Lefton Collactables and/or do some internet research to find out how much George is worth now! His dead and discontinued, should be worth something, right?

This weekend, Brent and I are heading up to the cabin. Should be a good time and I will be sure to take plenty of pics. I have feeling that I will capture the best shots on Sunday as we are going to a Russian church dinner and for $17 we get dinner and all we can drink beer and vodka! Now that's my kinda church! Have a great M-Day y'all!

Fuck Root Canals and the Dentist and My Teeth!

I just got home from my second visit to the dentist for my root canal and my tooth is fucking killing me!!! Fuck root canals, fuck teeth and fuck the dentist while we're at it! OWWWWW!!!

Yea, this is what they did to me today. It's not as pretty as they make it out to be in this illustration, much more blood and pain.

I'm going to take 5 pain killers at once and take a nice long nap.

Weekend Wrap Up

Ummm, ok maybe this is my week wrap up. Sorry I've been MIA all week. I've actually only been to work one day all week. I had a massive toothache on Monday and could not make it in. Then on Wednesday I had my first appointment for a root canal! UGH! I am still home because I am popping pain killers like they are candy and because no body wants a driver at the wheel who is all hopped up on codeine! So today I am working from home. Because I have been unable to home from work all week, I am just now getting the chance to post.

This past weekend was fun. For Mother's Day my parents, JDizz, Beeps and my nieces and nephew came to our house for a BBQ. Lots of good food and drink. Dad also brought us his old record player and all of his old records. As soon as my Dad walked in he was working with Brent to hook the record player up to our stereo. After that was complete, Dad sat in our living room playing his favorite jams as loud as the speakers could go. It was very reminiscent of our childhood. As we were growing up, my Dad would love to sit us down and make us listen to Pink Floyd, ELO, the Beatles, Billy Joel, Supertramp, etc. He loved this stuff and my taste in music is based on growing up listening to these albums. So now Brent and I have them. We have a goal of listening to at least one whole album every weekend until we get through all of Dad's albums, including Paul Revere & The Raiders.

During the BBQ, we also got fugged. If you do not know the story of the fug hunt, check it out here. We actually did not find the fug until Tuesday morning, so I am sure our neighbors thought we had a weird taste in lawn ornaments. Brent and I are now planning to fug our next unsuspecting victims. Here are some pics...

Good times.

Thailand Bitches!

For some time now Brent and I have been thinking about traveling to Thailand. You see, my Great Uncle lives there and has for years. He has offered to be our tour guide while we are there and he has some great ideas for our visit from taking a 2 day boat ride down the Mekong River to visiting a snake farm. So Brent and I are in the planning stages for a two week trip to Thailand in November 2009! I am really looking forward to visting a Buddhist colony to meditate and what not.

So as I find areas we will be visting, I'll post them here and also keep you posted on how our plans are going. And please, if you have ever traveled to the area, I'd love to hear your suggestions!

Something I'd Like to Share About Myself

Let me preface this blog post by saying, if I have shared this blog with you, the following rant does not include you. You fit into my very small circle of people I can tolerate.

As I get older, I am finding out more and more that I hate people and care not to surround myself with more than a couple of close friends and family. Maybe the word "hate" is a strong way of putting it, maybe it's a strong dislike. I hate small talk with strangers or co-workers. The usual, "how was your weekend?" type questions bore me. I don't care how your weekend was, and if I have not voluntarily told you how mine was, it means I do not want you to know. And quite frankly, it's exhausting.

Now, I think everyone I work with gets this, or they are possibly mistaking me as having a shy personality. But guess what, I'm not shy, I am actually quite the opposite. I just hate all of you. Nothing personal against anyone, I think I just plain dislike people. You may think, well she hates her job and that is why she doesn't care to talk to people. This is not true. I love the company, the actual business that is, and I really like my job.

This hatred expands beyond the scope of work though, it's people in general, the guy standing waaay to close to me in the Wawa line, my goodietoshoe neighbor that thinks she is being nice by bringing my trash cans up from the curb, that damn kid that is looking over my should while I am eating my lunch in the Chili's booth who's parents think he is being cute. However, people do not even have to do anything annoying for me to dislike them, you could smile at my when I pass you in the hallway. Yes, I'll smile back because that is the "normal" thing to do, but as soon as I pass you, my smile immediately dissipates and I roll my eyes.

It's in my genes, not sure why because I am pretty sure the rest of my family in general like people. I just have a strong disdain for everyone.

However, if you are in my very small, close knit circle, I have nothing but love for you. I will be the first one in line to feed your pets while you are away, baby sit while you and your significant other enjoy a romantic night on the town, or be a very loving and listening shoulder for you to cry on, I will literally give you the shirt off of my back. When you are my true friend, you will stay my true friend for life. So I'm not all bad, you just have to be able to get into my circle. Not that people are beating down door to get into this circle, but I prefer it that way, obviously.

So please people, pass it along...if I don't speak to you, it's not you , it's me and I like it that way.

whew! ...that felt good.

Wednesday's Stupid Pet Names

While searching for blog material yesterday, I found these little gems in my stacks of coupons...

Pet Name: Release the Grip
I actually searched all over this coupon for more details, like is this really the dogs name or some instruction giving to the vet or better yet the owner before seeing the dog? What is the nickname for this dog, "Grip", "Release", "RG"? It doesn't really roll off the tongue now does it?

Pet Name: Hobo
This name probably is not that uncommon or seem that strange. What I did find strange was that this 4 year old cat needed some sort of wound cleaned. Probably from bed sores caused by all those cold nights, sleeping on cardboard under the bridge.

Pet Name: Shaddy Jo
Ummm..would you like a cup o' Shaddy Jo? What the hell is a Shaddy and why did they feel the need to add it before the "Jo"?

And this one, I could not find a name but here is what it said:

Canine
Terrier, Man Toy

I didn't know that we were now breeding toys specifically for men.

The last thing I learned yesterday: the name Molly, which we named our second dog, came up about 6 times in 20 coupons. We are so original.

Stupid Pet Names

Welcome to my first edition of "Stupid Pet Names"!

Recently at work I have had the pleasure of skimming through some coupons that we are collecting for a "Buy 6 Get One Free" flea and tick program. If it wasn't for the stupid pet names (and the occasional stupid human name), this irksome task would most likely drive me to slit my own wrists.

So, for the benefit of the blog (and my sanity) I am going to begin listing stupid pet names, and maybe the occasional stupid human name, as I find them. I will include as much info I can about the pet or human that will not cause me to get arrested, but will still give us a good giggle.

Without further ado', our first stupid pet name for today is...

Speed Bump

Speed bump is a lovely neutered male beagle weighing in at about 20 pounds. He is due for his Rabies shot in July and a fecal examination in August.

Alive and Well!

This past March I bought Brent a membership to the Bryn Mawr Film Institute. BMFI is a great independent film theatre in the center of Bryn Mawr that is run on donations and memberships. They hold film discussion classes, show student films, and on Monday nights you can sign up to show your own film on the big screen! But most importantly, they show off-the-wall films and also some of the more creative mainstream films. They only have two theaters and the films usually only run for a week. So you have to plan carefully, or you may miss a film you that really wanted to see.
The inside of this place is amazing, you enter through an atrium sky lighted hallway and the theaters themselves have high ceilings with paintings. The whole place is a throw back to the 1950's.

Every Monday we get an email telling us what will be showing in the upcoming week. Well this past week Young @Heart was playing, and I REALLY wanted to see this film. So I drug Brent out to Bryn Mawr in his hay fever stupor and we hit the 2pm show yesterday.

OMG, this film was the sweetest, funniest, saddest movie I have ever seen and I highly recommend that you run out and watch it right now. Young @Heart is a choir of elderly people that sing rock songs, and I mean like Sonic Youth, Talking Heads, Coldplay, David Bowie and many others. The median age of this choir is 80 (this is where the sadness comes in) and they all love being involved in this group! It keeps them feeling alive and vivacious. They travel all over the world to sing these songs. My favorite person in this documentary is a 93 year old woman, I think her name is Clare. She is the only one in her assisted living home that has a key to the front door because she comes home so late from practices and shows. The whole film Clare flirts with the film crew and the men in the choir. She is a pistol!
I hope you get to see this film. Below is a video of their take on the Ramones - I Want to be Sedated.

Don't be a Nazi

Carpool everybody, nobody likes a Nazi. 'Nuff said.

The Scariest Mascot in Philly Sports

Now the Sixers season is over, I feel like I can say this without jinxing them...their mascot is seriously the ugliest rabbit, no I'm sorry...mascot I have ever seen! I mean come on now, what the hell is Hip-Hop supposed to represent? Those bulging rabbit muscles, that creepy smile and those dark sunglasses. It just oozes with creepiness. It's like Skelator in a basketball uniform. Let me tell ya', one of this things DOES look like the other.

Why couldn't the Sixers make up something ferocious, like the common bulldog or something cute like Artie the Artichoke. But no, they had to pick something that looks like Frank from Donnie Darko. I loved that movie, but I really do not want to see the root of all evil representing our beloved sports team.

The other day I saw Hip-Hop on the news before a Sixers game was about to start and he's all playing coy, jumping around in front of the camera and putting his hands all over the news reporter. Seriously gross. I just kept thinkin', I would not want my children to approach this monster and I cannot look at this thing anymore, I am going to have nightmares. Why has no one brought up this up before?

Why is it that Philly teams pick the weirdest mascots? I still cannot for the life of me figure out what a Flyer is.