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Strange Encounters at Hooter’s

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NOTE: Not meant to offend any preggo readers. But, I hope none of you work at Hooters!

My friend and I went out to lunch today. She was craving a burger, and the closest burger joint near our work is Hooters. So, I suggested we go there for lunch. She was excited because she LOVES Hooter’s girls. She is dirty like that. (I am just kidding, she is going to KILL me for writing this, but I kinda have a deathwish)

Anyways, we get there and are quickly seated, despite me staring and whispering…

Me: DID you see that preggo Hooter’s girl. Weird place to work for a preggo, don’t you think? (My whisper voice is kinda loud)

Friend: SHHHHHH THIS is why I can’t go anywhere with you!

And GUESS what happens?

Preggo becomes our waitress. I just couldn’t stop staring at her belly. Now, don’t get me wrong. I am not passing judgement on the preggos. I even have some friends that are preggo. More power to them, but preggo and working at Hooters? Well, hmmmm just a little awkward. I mean she was OBVIOUSLY preggo, not just a little. Her belly was practically on our table. So, anyways there I am just staring at her belly, while she asks what we want to drink, thinking that maybe her baby is going to have to start working at Hooters once s/he is born. Poor thing. Hopefully it is a girl. And what if her water breaks here at Hooters? Is that a health hazard? (These are the questions that go through my mind. I just can’t help it.)

When my friend points out that we were obligated to have her as our waitress because

1. We are the only girls in the place besides the waitstaff

2. We were probably her best source of tip money today because what guy comes to Hooters to have a preggo waitress? AWKWARD

So, then I felt bad for her. But, I also felt discriminated against. I mean, so what…just cause we are girls, we can’t get a real Hooters girl? Total discrimination if you ask me. My friend is still disappointed she didn’t get to ogle any waitresses. Ah, maybe next time.

AND, just so you know, I left Preggo a good tip. I hope she can quit her day job!

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Wii you be my friend?

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I have a new addiction (this is not good).

I now am obsessed with getting friends for my wii. It is ironic because I am SO not the person that even wants friends in real life (too much work), but on the wii…well that is a different story. Ever since we went to visit Hacim. He got me addicted to Mario Kart, which I suck at by the way, and renewed my love for Dr. Mario. He then proceeded to tell me that we can play wii with each other from our perspective different states.

Me: I need more friends for my wii WFC channel.

Hubby: You are ridiculous, you don’t even have that many friends in real life.

Me: I know, but in real life you have to maintain your friends, in wii land, it is completely different.

Hubby: You are a wii Dork.

Oh.my.gosh.  I didn’t think it possible, but now I am even more in LOVE with my wii.

So, the other night, Hubby and I played with Hacim and his girl for over 3 hours straight….until I thought my eyes would fall out. They both whooped our butts in Mario Kart, so much so that it was embarrassing. Hacim’s special talent is to wait a few paces from the winning line and then right as we are almost there…pass it. JERK. I hate him.

So, then we played a couple of rounds of Dr. Mario, because I RULE at that. Made both of them cry.

How do I know? Because I could just feel their tears through my screen. Plus they like to kill themselves when they are losing. Kinda like a martyr tactic, I suppose. 

Anyways, would you like to be my wii friend? Just let me know…and then I can play all of you out there in the blogosphere.

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Google and My Popular Blog

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So, I have now been at this blogging thing for awhile now, long enough to consider myself knowledgeable–not yet genius level. Yet. Recently, I have noticed that I get a lot of traffic from being googled. That doesn’t bother me, but the things people type in order to find me are strange to say the least.  Very strange, does this reflect upon me? You know, like I can Google CRAZY and my name pops up? That is just amazing.

Here are some of them from yesterday. Do you get weird Google searches too, or is it just me? I know, I am weird and all, but that’s why you love me, right? And my amazing sense of humor.  

My thoughts are in italics.

Fail I do like to talk about failing.

home early morningEarly morning? I don’t do mornings.

fail?Yea, I get it, I am a failure.

your my favorite crazy ass bitchHubby, did you search for me this way?

birthday failwhat is with all the failure, people?

husband & wife cartoonI am all about cartoons. LOVE EM.

broken wedding ringsIs this symbolic of Hubby and me? Are we broken? I see it more like unique.

money tree—I wish someone would find one for me.

stress reduction kit—stress, what is that?

Strange Husband—Yup, I agree.

pics of grown-ups bebies—Huh? Not the B word….

tee ten gee—WTF?

shamwow guy—Thanks, Lori. I know who he is now!

sisters figting—My crazy sisters…yup

Push—hmmm, like shove? I do push people….

funny looking marriage pics—Well, Hubby is a little funny looking.

narnia stone knife—Huh? I am lost here. I don’t think I have ever blogged about Narnia or knifing someone. Yet.

getting up early—Again, the bane of my existence

17th black mourning dress—Black is my favorite color. Black equals death.

fail pictures—I get it, really I do. Everyone finds me through the word FAIL.

bed hog fix—Yup, that is my dog and Hubby.

is elmira ny a good place to leave—Elmira is my town. MMMM Pudgies.

Where do babies come from—Hacim still doesn’t know

no bills wanted—Can this be my motto when getting the mail?

Crazy people are eating me—DUDE, stay away….

 

 

 

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The Princess Ring

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I went out to lunch with my friend from work this week and she asked me about my rings. I have 3 rings on my wedding finger…that is when I remember to wear them. 🙂

Friend: Why do you have 3 rings?

Me (matter of factly): Because I am a princess. Princesses have 3 rings.

Friend: I want to be a princess too! I am going to tell my husband to get me one!

The funny part is that Hubby’s sister has a princess ring too, only when we were talking about it at Christmas time a few years back, Hubby jumped into the conversation with a very important question:   Hubby: So, you just go to the the jewelery store and tell them you want to buy a princess ring, and then they just know what a princess ring is? Me (rolling eyes): Yes, Hubby, that is EXACTLY how you do it.

The story behind the princess ring is quite simple really. My sister’s BFF told me, at her wedding, that she was getting 3 rings when she got married because she IS a princess, and so, in order for her husband to marry her, he had to provide her with “the princess ring.”

I thought it was cool. I wanted to be a princess too. I told this to Hubby.

He laughed.

I told him I would divorce him.

He got me my princess ring.

I am a princess.

End of story.

Hubby even engraved it to say “princess ring.”  What a smart guy I have! I guess I will keep him.

3 rings=PRINCESS

3 rings=PRINCESS

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Ouch!

So, last week Hubby played flag football with Hacim. They were both so sore afterwards that I made fun of them, told them they were both OLD, and poked their sore areas.

Yea, I am a jerk. But, it was fun.

Yesterday, after work, I was telling Hubby about my “soreness” in my arms, since so far I have gotten up at 4:30 every morning, gone to work early, and worked out (APPLAUSE, PLEASE) and GUESS what he did…..HE POKED my sore spot and laughed and told me that was paybacks.

OUCH.

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I don’t remember…

Hacim, Hubby and I were recollecting on the couch one night….remembering the good ol days.

Hacim: I have no beer.

Me: Who ARE you?

Hacim: I don’t drink that much…

Me: Since when? You used to drink all the time! When did you turn into an old fart? I used to get these kind of calls.

Back in our college days:

Hacim: Come pick me up. I am drunk.

Fastforward 3 years (when Hubby and I live in TX-was kind of hard to do when we lived in different states)

Hacim: Come pick me up. I am drunk.

Fastforward 1 more year (we live in CT)

Hacim: I am drunk. There is puke all around me, I don’t know how it got there.

Hacim: I don’t remember.

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America’s Next Top Blogger

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A friend (GB–can you figure out what that stands for girlie b…) recently told me I have a real knack for vomiting my thoughts onto my blog. However, I must pose the question then: What else is the point of a blog, right?

GB: You vomit everything that goes through your mind onto your blog.

Me: I do? Yea, so…..

GB: Do you think that people are really interested?

Me: Yea, totally, I have a fan base out there I need to maintain.

GB: Out there in blog land?

Me: Yea, and if I missed one day, I might throw a reader’s ENTIRE day out of whack. I just couldn’t let them down like that! Plus, I have the unique ability to blog about anything. Call it talent, call it vomiting thoughts, or call it skill. You name it; I can do a blog about it. THAT is how talented I am!

So, how about it, dear readers, care to take my challenge? We can call this challenge America’s Next Top Blogger.

Challenge: To everyone that comments on this post with a topic, I will do a post about it–and the most popular/creative topic, with the most comments/votes wins, so you can observe my AMAZING abilities firsthand or judge it as upchuck. Your call.

Directions: Vote as amazing abilities or upchuck in the comments section, based of the topic provided by the reader. Topic with the most comments/votes wins.

Winner: Will be awarded the award of America’s Next Top Blogger: will get a whole post about their blog, with a link to their blog and must pass on the tradition of America’s Next Top Blogger–to encourage bloggers everywhere that THEY ARE INTERESTING AND THEY CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!

(Please keep it clean, my Mom reads this blog)

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