Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Everything is about to work out.....almost

Remember how I said that my eyebrows were out of control?  Well, magnifying makeup mirror in hotel room=problem solved.  More than solved, actually.  I haven't spent as much time examining my own face in my whole adult life combined as I have this week alone in this DC hotel bathroom...I will be glad when we leave just so I can stop staring at all the wrinkles I have.  Last night I got ID'd not once, but twice at the place we ate dinner.  If they could only look at me through the makeup mirror...there would be no IDing.  None at all.

I've seen some pretty excellent things since I have been here...including the First Ladies' Inaugural Ball Gown Collection, Dorothy's slippers, Abe Lincoln's top hat, the Declaration of Independence, The Wright Bro's first plane, the White House, Capitol etc, a couple go the wrong way on the DC Metro.....not us......hundred + year old buildings and residences.....It's been great.  oh...I also saw snow.

And I will see more snow.  And that, my friends, is why I'm sitting in the hotel room being nervous that I won't make it to my own home closing.......

Does the Metro have a stop in Houston?  Because I'd be willing to ride that sucker all day and all night.  However, I'd probably end up in Alaska somehow....

Until next time! 

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Does Buying a Fridge = Real Adult?

Things get stressful when you buy a house, buy a car, trade jobs, and then also go on vacation in the middle of it all.  Just saying.

Perhaps that is part of the reason I have yet to tweeze my brow.  I feel like I need to tell people not to look too closely at my face until after February 5.  I also feel like I need to tell people not to be offended if I forget that I recently talked to them, texted them or facebooked them.  I can't even remember my own name some of the time.  Things are just flying by like crazy!  Literally.  It's quite windy this afternoon.

Until next time!  Maybe I'll have a vaca update.  And new tales of new home-ownership.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Anniversary

Happy one year, dear blog!

It's the Return of the WorkBlogger

And the return of the HEB visit re-caps.

And the return of the Parade of Jobs.

And the return of Aggieland.

2011, I welcome you!  USPS, I want to talk with you.  About how to read zipcodes.  Because overnighting something from Oklahoma City to Nebraska mistakenly, when the actual destination is College Station, baffles me.  And I just need answers.  I JUST NEED ANSWERS!

Until next time!  Honestly, I don't know how long it will be until next time, mainly because so many things are returning.  Like me.  To College Station.  More on that later....

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Displaced

An important lesson I learned while killing time at Starbucks to avoid being present while a mystery realtor showed my apartment:

The barista will laugh at you if you order a "bacon egg and cheese cha-BAHT-uh thing."

I'm the opposite of cultured.

Don't even ask what happens when I try to order a gyro. Pain, I tell you.

I leave you with only the Starbucks lesson, until next time!

Monday, January 3, 2011

A Couple Stops at Dairy Queen

Husband: I guess we should stop at some point on this trip if we must...

Wife: I found two $5 gift cards from last year's stocking stuffers to DQ! We can eat for free!

Husband: Stopping at DQ is a risk on a road trip...but I have another gift card in my pocket. Let's do it! (It seems as though one of us stole someone else's stocking)

Wife: Exit now! I see one!

Husband: (exclaims as pulling into the parking lot) There's a bus unloading!!

Wife: (While trying to avoid flying through the windshield as the husband slams on the brakes) What do you want?!! I'm going to beat all of them!

Husband: (Shouting as the car is still rolling and the wife is jumping out of the car) Hamburger!!

Wife: Give me your other card!!

Husband: Just go!! Go!

Wife beats approximately 15 athletes in line and dinner is served in 2 minutes flat, for a mere dollar and change.

If that isn't a happy ending to a Merry Christmas, I don't know what is.