RELISH?!

Random thoughts of the day:

If you're gonna sell tuna and you put relish in it, some goddamn signage indicating that would be super.  It's a bit of a shock when you bite into it expecting one thing and getting another.

My boss can't use his EZ Pass on the windshield because his Mercedes (la ti da) glass is bulletproof or something.  Poor rich people and their problems.

The Villanova basketball team is breaking my heart.

My co-worker announced today that she's pregnant.  Yay, other people's babies!

BLERG

My back hurts, I had to do laundry, and it's raining.  I'm basically just a bitchy bitch today.  The only thing that is making this day salvageable is the non-stop flow of Dexter.  Netflix saves the day!

And also, as to not be one-upped by Sassy:

A ROLLER SKATING JAM NAMED...

Saturday!  Finally, the weekend. And exactly one week until the 4th Annual Sisters St. Patrick's Day Spectacular.

You see, it all began 4 years ago when Sassy and I decided to go to Newport for the weekend and check out their annual parade.  Newport is full of Irish folk, so we figured it would be pretty bitchin', as Carlos Estevez would say.  We also intended to look for dresses for Sassy, for her upcoming Zuckerland nuptials.  While on the hunt for dresses, we discovered something that would make this a trip we would take every year - SALES.  Lots and lots of sales.

In Newport, they sort of consider the parade weekend as the official end of winter.  So all the stores get rid of their winter stock to make room for summer gear.  And they do this by marking everything down, drastically.  Most stores had 70% off, while one store we went to was selling everything in the place for $10.  Sassy picked up a dress there and we joked about how funny it would be if she wore a $10 wedding gown.  She didn't wear it, but who cares?  It was ten dollars!

We're both really looking forward to this weekend, and there may a special guest this year, depending on how brave (or stupid) I feel. 

DAY 4

I take competition very seriously.  It's not like I'm going to win a prize for blogging every day, but a challenge was presented, so I'm all in.  That being said, it's only day 4 and I am digging deep to find something to ramble on about.  If I'm flaming out now, you all are in for some serious garbage time for the next 27 days.

Now I know I'm going to lose some of you with the next sentence, but whatever.  I was telling Sassy last weekend that I finally stopped watching General Hospital* because it had gotten too ridiculous even for me (this is saying a lot).  James Franco's douchebaggery or not, I was done.  So now I just do what most crazy housewives in Texas do.  I read blogs about it to see just what kind of crap I'm missing.  And boy is there some serious crap.  Whether you watch or not, you must read this blog about GH.  It's hilarious, and the fact that a show that is this terrible is still on the air is mind-boggling.

* the only other person I know who even watched this crapfest was Heather.  She probably gave up too.

OCD?

So there's a new girl here at work.  She's only here twice a week for 10 hours total.  For the most part, I like new girl.  Except for a few things...

Since she started in October, I don't believe she's ever not been sick.  She has three young kids - I blame them.

She never covers her mouth when she coughs, which is all the damn time.

She doesn't wash her hands after using the bathroom (eew!  and don't ask how I know this.)

Now I don't consider myself to be some kind of Jack Nicholson when it comes to germs and neatness, but these things really freak me out.  It takes all I have in me not to yell "COVER YOUR MOUTH!!" every time I hear her cough.  I also need to buy stock in Airborne™ because I've been taking it like candy to try and not be infected by her.

Am I alone in being grossed out by these things?  Do I have some kind of low-level OCD?

CRAZY TRAIN

 I'm no media or pop culture expert (but she is!), but I have to talk about the crazy that is Charlie Sheen.

At first, I was disgusted that someone who is so obviously in the throes of some kind of mental breakdown was being exploited so gratuitously.  But then I thought, fuck it.  He's not being exploited, he's exploiting himself.  He is most certainly not a victim.  This is some crazy, hilarious (and yes, sometimes a little scary and disturbing) shit.  Is he serious?  Or is this some kind of joke he's playing on all of us with himself as the punchline? All I know is that the man is everywhere, and it seems that that's his choice.

Then this morning something happened that made me disgusted all over again.  I saw video of his children being taken away in the middle of the night.  His 23-month old sons, taken away in their little footie pajamas.  I'm not saying whether they should or shouldn't have been taken away from him; I just know that it's a horrible situation and that it's definitely not something that should have been immortalized by the paparazzi.  I forgot that this guy is not just some crazy d-bag who's impossible to look away from.  He's the father of 5 kids, 4 of whom are essentially babies.  I think we should all look away now.

On a lighter note, you might have noticed the blog looks a little different today.

Knowing absolutely nothing about html code or website building myself, sister sassy flew in to the rescue and jazzed this here blog up.

FORCED MARCH

I have been instructed by my sister that I am required to blog every day for the entire month of March or spring will not come.  Thus begins Forced March.

I make no promises about the quality of these daily posts; my life just isn't that interesting.  It's pretty much a guarantee that at least one day will be an adorable pug pic and nothing more.  But I do appreciate the swift kick in my blogging (or non-blogging, as it seems) ass.  So let's start with my most recent foray into the world of Montclair food, shall we?

My father had spotted a restaurant named Saveur Creole the last time he was in town.  He decided that we must go immediately.  So following his afternoon movie date with my brother, he came to town for a dinner date with me.  We met at 5:30 (he's retired and old) and were of course the first people there.  I had never had Haitian food before so I was a little concerned about how spicy it would be.  I had the Chicken Etouffee, and it was amazing.

That only leaves about 50 other restaurants I need to try.  Maybe I could just eat my way through town and blog about that?  

*Update - I figured I should include a list of the Forced March participants, so here they are:

Beth

Brian

Don

Heather

Nick

Nick (he has 2) 

Ryan