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So, as you all may know, we have our condo on the market.  This Sunday I received a call saying that a buyer was interested in putting down a contract.  T and I were a little giddy and a little sad.  We really do love our current place, but we just want something a little bit bigger.

We heard from our agent yesterday that the interested party decided she wanted to buy somewhere else because our Home Owners Association fees are very expensive.  I can’t lie – they’re pretty steep.  $371 a month if you are curious.  I’ll wait till you pick your jaw off the desk.  Ok? I know it’s pretty insane, but we do live on a golf course, have 3 pools, about 900 units in the neighborhood, plus the HOA fees cover trash pick up, water, landscaping and exterior maintenance.  We also have a guard booth where people check in when they visit.  I’m pretty sure the association fees help pay their salaries.  Honestly, I could do without the gate folks.  I’d be happy with a key card, but the neighborhood doesn’t want to do that.  So, for now there are no contracts.  Our agent is going to talk to the buyers agent and see if they can figure something out.

In the mean time, this kind of came up and bit me and T in the ass.  We’ve looked at properties online, but we haven’t checked out anything in person.  We realized that this all could happen pretty fast, so we decided we better get off our butts and start checking places out.

So that’s what we’re doing tonight.  We’re looking in an area right by my work, seriously like 5 minutes away.  The area is alright.  I don’t love it as much as other places, but I am seriously tempted by the fact that I’d be so close to work.  I could go home on my lunch breaks.  If we get a dog, I could go home and walk it during the day.  So, there are some positives.  Plus it’s fairly close to T’s office too.

Now I’m off to go check out some places.  Wish us luck!

I am the oldest child of 2.  My sister, Little S, is one of my best friends.  Since we are only 3 years apart, we’ve always been close – even when we wanted to kill each other because, hey, that’s what sibling do.  We were pretty active kids, I’d even dare to say tomboys.  We loved playing outside, climbing trees, playing sports.  If it involved running around outside, we were there.

Many little kids played “house.”  Little S and I had our own variations of this game.  Instead of being the girly girls with babies and such, we would reenact some of the scenarios from our favorite movies.  We would, in a sense, become the characters we had grown to love by watching endless hours of tapes.  We would make up our own characters and “live” in their world for the afternoon.

Two movies seemed to really influence us, and I’m not sure why.  My movie that I would look to for inspiration was The Journey of Natty Gann.  Let me tell you guys, I was obsessed with this movie.  If you haven’t seen it, get your ass to a Blockbuster and rent it.  You won’t be disappointed – I hope!  Her movie was Pippi Longstocking – equally as awesome!

Little S and I would weave these 2 movies together and pretend to be 1930s runaways who had to hop trains to escape the bad guys.  Our train car was the front stoop.  Our orphanage would be our 2-story back deck – the stairs our secret passage way to the outside world.  We would run through the woods, climb trees, and cross over invisible rivers.  We would seriously be outside for hours, anytime of the year, creating our own mental movie where we were the heroines who overcame hardships to triumph in the end.

Once we got older, our little scenarios happened less and less.  I had moved  onto middle school and it was no longer cool to dream up imaginary worlds with your little sister.  It was time to play Girl Talk or Mall Madness with your girlfriends, or try out makeup while gossiping about the cutest boy in school.

It’s not that I left Little S behind, she had moved on too.  She was very involved in softball.  She and her friends would play makeshift games in the cul du sac.  When they weren’t around, the 2 of us would hit the ball around or play catch.  Our little imaginary world was slipping further and further away.

Now that I’m grown and think back to those simpler times, I really miss them.  We were so innocent and imaginative.  If we thought hard enough, we could dream up anything to entertain us for hours on end.  It’s sad, but as you get older, it becomes harder and harder to get so lost up in something that doesn’t even exist.  Our overworked brains are too fried at the end of the day to create such a magical place that you can escape to.

When I think back to those times running around in the yard with Little S, I really miss being a kid.  Everything was so much simpler and innocent then.

It’s that time again, where you share a little bit too much about yourself with thousands of strangers.  To read about everyone else’s horror stories, go to LiLu’s TMI Thursday page.

A couple of weeks ago T and I attended the wedding of some of our close friends.  It was a nice wedding in a hotel in downtown Atlanta.  Both the bride and groom went to big football schools, so you knew there was going to be lots of drinking going down.  There was a cocktail hour followed by 3 hours of an open bar.

I never saw anyone do anything crazy in the ballroom we were in.  Everyone was dancing, drinking, laughing and having a good time.   Everything was kosher.

At one point, T and I had to use the restroom.  So we hiked across the floor we were on to the hallways where the bathrooms were.  Once we reached the entrance of the hall, we noticed a foul smell.  Then we looked down.  Some guy (I’m assuming it was a guy since there was a trail leading to the men’s room) had thrown up all over the hallway.  It was disgusting.

To escape the rancidness of the situation, I ducked into the ladies room.  Only to have my nose assaulted by another horrific stench.  I held my breath and walked into the last stall and almost gagged.  Someone had decided that they were too cool to actually sit on the toilet to poo.  Instead, they hovered their drunk ass over the toilet…and missed the bowl.  There was poop all down the side of the toilet, and it was nasty!  Seriously!?!  Who does that?  The part I thought was really shitty (hardy har har) was that it was the handicapped stall, the only one.  If there was someone in a wheelchair, they wouldn’t be able to use that bathroom.  Neither would the bride, who would need some assistance holding her dress up.

The thing that disturbed me most about that incident was that we were at a wedding.  Someone blatantly shat all over a toilet while wear a nice dress.  Gross!  I don’t care what your phobias are of public toilets, if you can’t get it in the hole, sit on the bowl.  No one wants to see the mess you left behind.

I feel sorry for the poor staff who had to clean up the nasty hall and bathroom.

More often than not, when we’re out in a group, I am the only girl.  Even if there are other girls around, I usually end up being the last remaining one.  It doesn’t bother me, but I find it sort of interesting and sometimes wonder how it influences my reactions and behaviors in certain situations.

You can pretty much say anything around me, and I won’t get offended.  Bad words, nasty jokes, crude comments – I’ll laugh at all of them.   Sometimes I wonder if I’m a bad influence to my poor guy friends since I don’t get offended by what they say.  I’ve had some tell me that they end up getting in trouble around some other girls because they got to used to telling me the dirty jokes and I’m not bothered by it, and they forget that not all girls think it’s funny.  Oops!

According to my dad, I talk like a Portuguese sailor (I’m not sure why the Portuguese sailors were singled out with this saying).  Some people may not think it’s ladylike, but at the same time sometimes you just need to drop the F-bomb. I’ve never had a super clean mouth (even though I do chew Orbit gum – haha, funny right?  No?… ), but I know the many nights that I hang out and am the only girl, I sensor myself less and less.  I’m the same way with my close girl friends too, but I totally blame the guys for being a bad influence on me…(I keed, I keed…maybe)

Sometimes it’s kind of nice to be “one of the guys,” especially when you are out.  I always know that besides T, my guy friends will be there looking out for me.  If anyone ever stepped over the line, I know they’d all be right there to help out with any kind of situation.

I’m the same way for them.  If they have had a little too much to drink and are getting mouthy with someone else, I’ll totally step in to help diffuse the situation.

Sometimes I view our relationships as the brother I never had.  And even though we rib each other or bug each other sometimes, we’re still really close and enjoy hanging out together.

But don’t get me wrong, I totally enjoy hanging out with just the girls without the boys – we need some gossip and bitching time occasionally!  And boys aren’t always down with that. 😉

So, do have a preference of hanging out with guys or girls?  Are you often considered one of the guys/girls?

First of all, I want to thank all of you for your helpful advice on stretches for my back.  It is starting to feel better.  Also, thanks for all of the sweet comments on my crazy pictures yesterday.  You all are the greatest! 🙂

As you all know, we have our house on the market.  That means we have to work extra hard to make sure it stays clean in case someone wants to stop in and look at it.  Well, T and I have been too obsessed with watching True Blood to do any serious house work the last few days.  Last night we finally made it through enough episodes to start watching them on On Demand and not on the computer.

We decided we should stop being lazy and clean up the kitchen.  I volunteered to finish up the kitchen if T would scoop the liter boxes.  He said that was fine and went on his way.  I was nearly done with the dishes when he finished.  I only had some cutting boards and knives left to wash.

T came over and began drying the clean dishes while I was scrubbing one of our knives.  There was a piece of garlic stuck to the blade, and I was having a really hard time getting it off.

Let me interrupt my story here – you know how clumsy I am.  I fall a lot, sprain ankles, burn myself, etc.  So, you know this doesn’t end well for me…

I was holding the knife in my right hand, scrubbing the daylights out of it.  The sponge was in my left hand, and the blade was pointed toward my left arm.  As I was scrubbing like a maniac, I thought to myself, maybe I should turn the blade the other way.  I decided against it since I had managed to get the cling on off.

That’s when the sponge slipped off the knife, and my left wrist scrapped across the blade.  I dropped the knife and sponge and looked down.  I had a gash in my wrist that instantly started bleeding.

I had a mini internal freak out because the knife hit was so close to my veins.  Luckily, the cut was right in between 2 of my veins, and it wasn’t very deep.

Poor T was freaking out – asking if he should call 9-1-1, if he needed to bandage it up for me, was I going to pass out?  I told him to stop freaking out and let me focus for a second.  The bleeding wasn’t too bad, but I still put pressure on my arm and held my wrist up so stop the bleeding.

Luckily, the injury wasn’t very deep.  It’s more like a scrape where the skin was cut back than an actual incision.  I cleaned it up by pouring some rubbing alcohol and peroxide on it.  The rubbing alcohol hurt like hell, almost worse than the cut itself.  The cut started burning as soon as the fumes seeped out of the bottle.  Yeah, that was a major ouch.  I’ve got a few band aids on it now, and it seems to be ok.

It’s still a little sore because the way my wrist hits my desk is right near the cut.  Plus angling it up to type doesn’t help either.  But I think I’m going to be alright.

And I know some of you have a super curious side to you, so I did think to take a picture before I bandaged it up.  It’s really not that bad looking, so you squeamish folks don’t have to worry.

wrist 2I’m pretty lucky it didn’t shift the tiniest bit in either direction

wrist 3But see, I’m a pretty good sport about it

I did learn an important lesson though – don’t point the knife blade at your washing hand, especially when you’re in a hurry to finish cleaning so you can go watch True Blood.

I was looking at some recently tagged photos on Facebook today, and I realized that more often than not, I make some weird ass faces.  When I’m not contorting my face, I’m doing something weird with my arms and hands.  It’s so bizarre!

For your viewing pleasure…some of Bing’s weird face and arm/hand photos:

4th of julyIndependence Day weird face/hand combo

oh girlOooooh guurl

st patsMy wrist should bot bend that way – right?

bdayMy birthday night – sprained ankle – it’s all good

thugThugged out school spirit – Go Dawgs!

hat danceMen’s coat and hat – check.  Crazy arms – check

st pats handsWho even knows – my hands are growing out of my head

trex armsMy all-time favorite – T-rex arms!

So, those are some of my awesome crazy face shots.  Sometimes I feel like Gumby – maybe I’m  too rubbery or bendy for my own good!

*Those lyrics are from a song that is quite possibly the dirtiest, but awesomest, song ever.  Kudos to you if you know who it is.

My lower back is killing me!  I’m not sure what the hell I did to make it hurt, but hurt it does.  It’s sore on my right side, maybe right above where non-lowrise jeans hit.  It feels sort of pinchy, and it is driving me crazy.

I noticed it yesterday, but I’m not sure when.  By the time I got home, it was hurting like holy hell.  I did fall asleep a few times on the couch over the weekend, so maybe I pinched something?  Or maybe I slept weird?  I do have a shitty mattress, that you all have heard (read) me complain about.

It is especially painful when I lean over or bend down to pick something up.  I am starting to feel a little less ouchy today though, so I guess that’s good.  When my back first started hurting, I was convinced it had something to do with my organs – maybe kidneys?  I’m not a bio super star so I’m not sure what’s located in the vicinity internally.

Anyone know of any good stretches I could try to loosen it up?

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On a totally random note, T and I watched 5 episodes of True Blood last night.  It’s sick, I know it.  We totally stayed up until 1 a.m. watching, meaning I am super tired today.  We only have 3 episodes left until we finish season 1.  I’m not sure how we’ll do having to wait a week between episodes once we start season 2. 🙂

Man, is it hard returning to work after a 3-day weekend.  I love having the time off, but at the same time feel depressed because our next official holiday is Labor Day.  And that’s 62 days away still.  Sigh…

The holiday weekend was definitely needed and much appreciated.  Thursday night we went with some friends to go see The Hangover.  Unfortunately the 8 p.m. show was sold out, so we decided to go get some drinks and hang out until the 11 p.m. show.  Of course silly little me had a few too many drinks, and by the time we were supposed to head to the movie, I didn’t want to go anymore.  We’d met up with my co-worker Mel, so JJ (former co-worker) and I stayed to hang out while the T and another friend went to the movie.

That was a bad choice.  Of course I ended up drinking way too much and felt super crappy for a large part of Friday.  Luckily I did recover enough to head to the pool for a bit.  It was my first time this season – sad I know.  I was not loving the way I looked in my bathing suit, but at least there were some other people there who should definitely not have been wearing what they were wearing.  Our friend Chris so lovingly dubbed them the “bodies by bud babes,” which cracked us all up.  And also made me feel a little less self conscious.

Later that night, we hit up the Atlanta Brewing Company for some brews.  It was a pretty relaxing early evening, which got a little crazy when some bees kept dive bombing Little S and her boyfriend.  At one point they were running up and down the parking lot, screaming like crazy people to get away from the damn thing.  It was pretty hysterical.  After ABC, we decided to head to the pool for some night swimming and drinks.

I made this thing called a bowle;  it’s like German sangria.  And it’s perfect for hot summer nights.  You take some fruit – I used raspberries and blue berries – and soak them in a little liquor – I used triple sec – and a bottle of white wine.  Let them sit for about 30 minutes (you can also do it overnight, but I didn’t think about making it until sort of late and didn’t want to wait that long).  Then top the mixture off with a bottle of champagne and about half of a 2-liter bottle of seltzer.  It is awesome.  You can basically use any type of fruit and any type of wine.  I tried to stick with drier versions to keep the next day headache away.  You can also use more wine or champagne if you have a larger group coming.  Try it – I promise you will love it! 🙂

Saturday, T and I had a breakfast date at one of our favorite Atlanta brunch spots – West Egg.  If you live in Atlanta, you better make sure you try this place.  You won’t be let down.  Afterward, we headed to the pool for a bit of 4th of July sun.  Later that night, we went to CMc’s 4th of July/birthday extravaganza where we showed off some tacky stars and stripes gear.  T wore a woman’s t-shirt with the Statue of Liberty  and sparkly pink and teal stars on the front.  I’m not sure why the stars weren’t red and blue…I made myself some super cool star flops and a stunning foam visor.  What can I say, I’m crafty!  The party was fun.  We drank, we cornholed, we beer ponged, and then we danced our asses off in the tiniest and hottest bar ever at the end of the night.

Yesterday was a veg out day.  We watched Running with Scissors.  It was pretty good, but I definitely recommend the book for the full on crazy details.  I still can’t believe it’s a true story.  Later in the evening we watched Scream 3 – so not as good as the first one.  And later started in on True Blood – season 1.  Let me just say, I’m hooked.  When the show first came out, I thought it was going to be stupid.  But we watched the first 2 episodes last night, and I can’t wait to get home and watch a few more.  I even went ahead and ordered the books today because I am dying for something good to read.  I hope they are as good as I’ve heard.

Are any of you reading the books?  Or watching the show?  I figure T and I need to just go ahead and set up our TiVo to record season 2 so we can jump right in after we finish season 1!

This morning was slightly stressful.  Not only did T and I have to do the battle to get ready and get to work on time, we had to make sure we kept the house in order while we did it.  We have a realtor showing it sometime this morning.  That means we had to put everything back in it’s place, make the bed,and  make sure we left all the lights on and opened the blinds so the house looks bright and inviting.  We managed to do all of that and still get out of the house at a decent time.

I was about 5 minutes away from work when I got caught at the traffic light that leads off the highway onto the surface street I take to work.  I was sitting at the light, listening to the radio.  All of a sudden I heard a thud, and my car shook a bit.  Awesome, I just got rear ended.  I turned around and saw a face a thought I recognized.

When the light turned green, the 2 of us pulled into a nearby gas station.  As the guy got out of the car, I knew I was right.  I knew him.

“Bryan?”  I asked as I got out of the car.

He turned and looked at me, “Bing!  Oh my God, I’m so sorry!”

It was the 20 year old son of my parents’ best friends.  We had grown up living down the street from one another.  Apparently he was stretching and his foot slipped off the break, so his car rolled into mine.  Seriously?  What are the odds?

After an exchange of hugs and a survey of the minor damage, we both had some scratches on our bumpers, we were on our way.

As he was getting into his car, he told me he was going to tell his dad that he “ran into me” today.

At least there was no serious damage and neither one of us was hurt.

I seriously have the worst luck with getting rear ended at traffic lights.  This is the second time this year it’s happened to me.  People, is it that hard to keep your foot on the break at a stoplight?

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