Tuesday, December 21, 2010


Can't wait to hang with my fam, eat all day and not work!! I'm as amped up as my pre-lit tree right before it glowed (glew?) with a thousand watts and melted my eyes earlier today. The eye melting was followed by half of the bulbs burning out. It could be described as an electric FAIL. Thank goodness there's more to Christmas than lights, because half of mine are gone!

I'm also excited about Starbucks Christmas Blend, which we have been brewing in our French press, which I have been converted to believing in. I'm converting YOU to be the next believer. French press is the way to go, it yields a delicious brew! I'm not excited about Starbucks going PC and putting out the Holiday Blend. Which is exactly like the Christmas Blend, but silver, as in second place. It's causing me to be obnoxious and over Merry Christmas people. Which I totally mean if I've said it to you. I have abandoned saying Happy Holidays, even though it covers all the bases.

Anyway, Merry Christmas! And to all, a good night!

Until next time!!

Ps-ok fine...Happy Holidays. I love everyone...but mainly, Merry Christmas!

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Elevator Etiquette 101

As verbalized by my husband, who apparently became more interested in that "blog thing" when he discovered that some people have sponsors and make money with said blog.....but I digress.....

Some people (to whom I am married) get all up in arms when co-building inhabitants cram themselves into the elevator and force said people to say "excuse me" when, clearly, they were the ones occupying the elevator in the first place and should be receiving the "excuse me".  According to the interview sample (to whom I am married) the annoyance is heightened particularly when exiting the elevator.  All the sample wants to do is leave work!  But all these inconsiderate co-building inhabitants crowding and flooding the elevator are blocking the exit and causing more un-deserved "excuse me"s.  I'm anticipating when, in the next few days, an Elevator Etiquette Handbook surfaces around the Sanchez Household...I mean, I could feel the passion shooting out the the sample's face during this whole discussion.

And it was breathtaking. 

One good thing about marriage is that it's entertaining.  Also?  I feel pretty lucky that I found someone who has almost the exact sense of humor as me.  Who is a good sport.  The above description is not meant in any way to make said sample sound like a jerk.  The sample humored me when I made him watch this ridiculous clip on YouTube about poltergeist pre-elevator rant this evening.  The sample also endures that horrible "situation" in the elevator day in and day out to help fund my shoe addiction.  (I hope the sample doesn't realize this.  Just kidding, sample, if you are reading this).

Also?  He forgives me when I accidentally click "like" on a horribly creepy breastfeeding picture on facebook of someone when perusing things through his profile on his iphone. 

What a great sport.  Cheers to you, husband!

Until next time...

PS-I promise to never again refer to my hubby as The Sample

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Dibs on Depression

So, church was depressing tonight.  The message was something to the effect of "God heals some people, but we all die."  I realize that it's much deeper than that, and I appreciate the depth and like thinking about the circle of life, but hey, I feel like putting a pillow on my face and eating chocolate while laying in the floor and feeling bad that my main concern is how I'm going to decide if I either a)switch to all flats and purchase one new pair of jeans or b)buy two new pairs of jeans and some new heels while small children in other countries have legit concerns like finding a place to sleep so they aren't out in the cold or finding their next meal.  So, as an alternative to THAT lovely scenario, I got on facebook, and as a result, ended up googling "dibs" to make sure it was a word and that it was spelled correctly in my comments.  The depression gets deeper.  I'm about to watch The Wonder Years, but the only thing, the one slightly redeeming thing, the one thing about my evening that makes me know it's all going to be ok is that I have a loving husband to snuggle up to while I lament on the couch, that I will be able to make it home for Christmas, and that no matter how bad things seem, I don't have real worries because I have a job, a family and friends.

PS - We all know that the actual real thing that is giving me hope is my Pandora Christmas station, which I have been listening to all day.