Good morning, tators! Well it is overcast and a bit rainy in the ATL. I do not mind, because I have a whole bunch on the CP (NOTE: That's "Carrieann's Plate" that Carl-E creates at the beginning of the week) that needs to be done indoors. Casa Gillert should go on the market by next week; look out O-Town I am getting close to coming back!!!
Well...
As far as Dublin, the rest of the trip went well, except for Friday. It poured, cats, dogs, sheep, and cattle. In addition, Carl-E had to work. Yes, I said, "Work!" Well, his Blackberry charge was gone and he had to use the hotel phone to call the US at $50 a pop! Thank goodness he gets reimburse for that because he made about 10 calls.
But...
before he was going to make his 11th call, I had an idea about the Blackberry. I went to the front desk and asked if they had a charger. They did, but it did not work with his Blackberry; it was that whole European voltage change thingy. But, the front desk did inform me that we did have an "American" outlet in our room. So, like usual I saved the day and a bunch of money!
Anywho...
The following week back, I had a tea with my woman's club. Now, I did not want to be in charge, but somehow I got suckered in and I did have a so-called co-chair. The tea was scheduled for Sunday, with decorating on Saturday. Now, we had no budget left for flowers, so one of the members suggested we clip flowers from "around town." I was like "No way am I going all James Bond-style snipping flowers." So, as far as I was concerned we had no flowers for center pieces, and my co-chair had no suggestions either; what a help she was.
Come Saturday...
I get to the place to decorate. Everyone is supposed to be there at 1. Being Miss Punctuality I got there at 12:30. I begin to fold the damn napkins (NOTE: I had to do 100), and time begins to tick by...finally at 1:30 the other start to show up. And one had buckets and buckets of flowers. She actually drove around and cut other people's flowers in the middle of the night!!!
So...
Now we are jammin on the decorating. The flowers actually looked nice, despite that fact that they are stolen! I go into the kitchen to test out the new burners to boil the water for the tea. The burners are electric and heat water super-duper fast. I look for the pots, and cannot find them. Well, you need pots to boil water. So, I ask one of the other ladies, let's call her "Know-All" informs me that there are no pots and I will have to bring one from home. Ok then, no test run!
Now...
it is Sunday. We are supposed to be at the house by 12:30 because that is when the caterer is to show up. Well, just like Saturday I am the only one on time. Armed with my huge chili pot, I am ready to see these burners in action. I fill the pot, put it on top of the burner, turn on the burn and wait for the magic to begin; and nothing, except for a "F9" message. And if you do not know, F9 means error!!! So, now I start to freak out just a tad.
I walk...
myself up to the house manager and ask her if she knows how to work the burners. She just stairs at me with a blank look and then blurts "The burners have not worked since they were installed and 'Know-All' knows all about it" Ok that 411 I could of used YESTERDAY!
So...
a sudden calm comes over me and I sit on the stairs and basically say, "Fuck it!" No tea, only punch and water. Then, Know-All shows up and inquires why I am just sitting on the steps, so I relay the story to her. She just answers, "Oh" and then informs me that the pot I have is the wrong type; you can only use stainless steel. I own two pots, for for chili and one for soup, neither is stainless steel.
Ok...
I am thinking; this is ridiculous. Next, an hour late is my so-called co-chair. And why was her tush and hour late? She was busy trying on dresses at Dillard's and could not find one she liked, so she had to go all the way back home to get another dress for the tea. And, she had the nerve to ask me why I am sitting on the stairs. So, I relay the story to her. She replies with, "So what are you going to do?" To which I respond, "Nothing, we will have no tea, oh well."
Because ...
I am not a quitter, I walk into the kitchen and begin talking with the caterer. I tell her my tale of woe, and she comes up with an idea; let's use the coffee urns to make tea. Now, I know that the tea will have a slight coffee taste, but by this point I do not give two craps. The other ladies got their panties in a wad when they found out we are making tea in the coffee urns. To which I think, "Do you have a better idea?" To which I already knew the answer, "No!"
The ...
day was saved. The tea was a success, all thanks to moi!!!!
And I am out!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
April 8: Thursday
Good morning to ya!!! Well, I have been home almost 4 days and I think I am still feelin jet lag; is that possible? My tired butt cannot get motivated to do anything today. But, I know how you all hangin by a thread to hear more about my trip, so I will not let you wait with baited breath anymore (NOTE: That would be very, very, cruel of moi)
So...
On Thursday, we ventured out to the Malahide Castle. It was a bus trip outside the city, so we got to see some of the country side. While getting out of the city, our bus driver told us we were passing through the ghetto and not to travel in part of town EVER!
Well...
I was expecting gun fights with AK-47's in the streets, car bombs blowing up store fronts, and houses on fire with people jumping out of the windows. It was so nothing like that, at all! Actually, if that part of town is the ghetto, I wanted to see the rich part of the city because the streets must be paved with gold and diamonds rain from the sky every day at 3pm! The "ghetto" had clean streets, no graffiti, no boarded up windows, no gang bangers, nada! It should get the national award for the nicest ghetto, EVER!
We...
Arrive at the castle. It was magnificent with peacocks and peahens running around the grounds. We were able to take a tour of the inside of the castle and found out there are two ghosts that live there. I was hoping to get a glance, but I saw nothing but really old furniture and lots of portraits of men with poofy white hair. Oh well, maybe they were off having tea.
After...
the bus tour Carl-E and I decided to tour the Jameson factory. Now, I dislike, no hate scotch with the biggest passion, so I was not excited about going. But, I sucked it up because I knew my man wanted to go. So, we embarked on the tour of the distillery and at the end we received a free glass of Jameson with any mixer that we wanted. Well, in Dublin they drink it with cranberry and lime. With mucho coaxing, I decided that since I was in Ireland I would drink the whiskey like the Irish do. Well, your girl has new fancy cocktail to drink. It was so delish, that after the tour, Carl-E hit the bar and I ordered another one. If you never had Jameson try it with cranberry and lime; you will soon be like me; a very happy expert of fine Irish whisky! Yummy, yummy in my tummy!!!
And I am out!!!
Next time...
THE RAIN!!!
So...
On Thursday, we ventured out to the Malahide Castle. It was a bus trip outside the city, so we got to see some of the country side. While getting out of the city, our bus driver told us we were passing through the ghetto and not to travel in part of town EVER!
Well...
I was expecting gun fights with AK-47's in the streets, car bombs blowing up store fronts, and houses on fire with people jumping out of the windows. It was so nothing like that, at all! Actually, if that part of town is the ghetto, I wanted to see the rich part of the city because the streets must be paved with gold and diamonds rain from the sky every day at 3pm! The "ghetto" had clean streets, no graffiti, no boarded up windows, no gang bangers, nada! It should get the national award for the nicest ghetto, EVER!
We...
Arrive at the castle. It was magnificent with peacocks and peahens running around the grounds. We were able to take a tour of the inside of the castle and found out there are two ghosts that live there. I was hoping to get a glance, but I saw nothing but really old furniture and lots of portraits of men with poofy white hair. Oh well, maybe they were off having tea.
After...
the bus tour Carl-E and I decided to tour the Jameson factory. Now, I dislike, no hate scotch with the biggest passion, so I was not excited about going. But, I sucked it up because I knew my man wanted to go. So, we embarked on the tour of the distillery and at the end we received a free glass of Jameson with any mixer that we wanted. Well, in Dublin they drink it with cranberry and lime. With mucho coaxing, I decided that since I was in Ireland I would drink the whiskey like the Irish do. Well, your girl has new fancy cocktail to drink. It was so delish, that after the tour, Carl-E hit the bar and I ordered another one. If you never had Jameson try it with cranberry and lime; you will soon be like me; a very happy expert of fine Irish whisky! Yummy, yummy in my tummy!!!
And I am out!!!
Next time...
THE RAIN!!!
Monday, April 5, 2010
April5: Back from the Iland of Green
Hey there, tators! I am back from the Green Island and I feel like poo-poo! I do not know if it is jet-lag or that I am getting sick. I feel as if I got smacked up side the head with a stick.
Anywho...
Carl-E and I had a fabu time on our adventure to Dublin. It is a wonderful little city, where everyone is super nice; I mean over-the-top nice. I think it is illegal to be mean in that city. And if you are mean; NO GUINESS FOR YOU!!!
So...
Carl-E and I got to the airport on Tuesday night, rearing and ready to go, go, go!!! So, before we board the plane armed with sleeping pills and bottles of H2O, I head to the ladie's room or toilet as they say abroad (NOTE: I realy hate calling it a "toilet"). While I am entering the stall, I hear the phone ring next to me. Now, if the phone rings and you are in the middle of "something" do you answer it? Well, she did. Oh my!!!! I was so appalled that I actually said, "That is nasty!" I do not know if she heard me or not, but really?! Icky-icky!!!!
After...
Carl-E downed a few vodka tonics and I a couple red vinos and a sleeping pill a piece, we were on our way to La-La land and Ireland!!! When we awoke we had a less than palatable breakfast and luke warm coffee, and then an hour later, we were in Dublin!
We...
hailed a taxi, got to our hotel, and crashed! After a three hour nap, we hit the town running. It was so cold, tators! It was around 35 degrees; burrrrrrrrrrrr!!! But being the experienced travelers that we are, we packed accordingly and were toasty in our fleeces and wool sweaters. First was Trinity College to see the famous Book of Kells. They are so beautiful, much more than in person than any art history book can reproduce. The colors are so vivid and the gold is so reflective. You cannot believe how old these books are!!!
Next...
was the anthropology museum where we saw the bog bodies! So cool. The bog bodies are mummified bodies that were found in bogs (NOTE: Hence the name "bog bodies"). They are super old, like thousands and their skin looks like old leather purses!!! You can see their hair, teeth, and nails. Way too cool!!!
After...
we ran around town, we settled down for a few pints of yummy Irish cold beer (NOTE: YES!!! they serve their beer cold!!!) and got to talking to Eddie; the bar tender. His favorite word was the f-bomb, is almost 50, and lives with his parents still, but was as nice as could be. Poor Carl-E could barley understand him, so every time Eddie walked away to take care of another customer, I translated for him! We intended to have a few drinks, but we wound up staying for like 4 hours!!!! After our bellies were full of Irish food and beer, we stumbled back to our hotels, and feel fast alseep!!!
More later, tators, I've gotts a ton of laundry to do!!!
Anywho...
Carl-E and I had a fabu time on our adventure to Dublin. It is a wonderful little city, where everyone is super nice; I mean over-the-top nice. I think it is illegal to be mean in that city. And if you are mean; NO GUINESS FOR YOU!!!
So...
Carl-E and I got to the airport on Tuesday night, rearing and ready to go, go, go!!! So, before we board the plane armed with sleeping pills and bottles of H2O, I head to the ladie's room or toilet as they say abroad (NOTE: I realy hate calling it a "toilet"). While I am entering the stall, I hear the phone ring next to me. Now, if the phone rings and you are in the middle of "something" do you answer it? Well, she did. Oh my!!!! I was so appalled that I actually said, "That is nasty!" I do not know if she heard me or not, but really?! Icky-icky!!!!
After...
Carl-E downed a few vodka tonics and I a couple red vinos and a sleeping pill a piece, we were on our way to La-La land and Ireland!!! When we awoke we had a less than palatable breakfast and luke warm coffee, and then an hour later, we were in Dublin!
We...
hailed a taxi, got to our hotel, and crashed! After a three hour nap, we hit the town running. It was so cold, tators! It was around 35 degrees; burrrrrrrrrrrr!!! But being the experienced travelers that we are, we packed accordingly and were toasty in our fleeces and wool sweaters. First was Trinity College to see the famous Book of Kells. They are so beautiful, much more than in person than any art history book can reproduce. The colors are so vivid and the gold is so reflective. You cannot believe how old these books are!!!
Next...
was the anthropology museum where we saw the bog bodies! So cool. The bog bodies are mummified bodies that were found in bogs (NOTE: Hence the name "bog bodies"). They are super old, like thousands and their skin looks like old leather purses!!! You can see their hair, teeth, and nails. Way too cool!!!
After...
we ran around town, we settled down for a few pints of yummy Irish cold beer (NOTE: YES!!! they serve their beer cold!!!) and got to talking to Eddie; the bar tender. His favorite word was the f-bomb, is almost 50, and lives with his parents still, but was as nice as could be. Poor Carl-E could barley understand him, so every time Eddie walked away to take care of another customer, I translated for him! We intended to have a few drinks, but we wound up staying for like 4 hours!!!! After our bellies were full of Irish food and beer, we stumbled back to our hotels, and feel fast alseep!!!
More later, tators, I've gotts a ton of laundry to do!!!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
March 18: The Terrible Toe
Happy The-Day_After-St-Pat's Day!!! Well, I can assure you that I did not partake in any beer o'green. The temptation was there, but I resisted. Yes, tators I do have will power, except when it comes to shoes, and well LV's!!!
Speaking of shoes...
Right now I can only wear my Ugg boots and a pair of sneakers with a giant hole cut in the side of it (NOTE: These are called air condition shoes; term created by my foot doctor). I had an operation on my pinky remove bone spurs and to straighten it out. I am so jonesin to wear my new strappy wedges, but they will have to wait until the swelling goes down.
Also...
I am supposed to not run for another week or two. But, your girl was B-A-D!!! On Sunday, there was a 5k race that I signed up for WAY before I knew I would have to have my operation. My intention was to walk the 5k because I was craving aerobic exercise. But, when I got there, I got so caught up in the moment; the crowd, the music, the free green beads since it was a St. Patty Day themed race. Up until seconds before the gun sounded, I was still going to walk.
And then...
BANG! And it was as if my feet took over, for they did not walk; they ran! I was running and thought, "I really should not be doing this!" But, I was a naughty girl and did. And it felt so good to be bad!
Now...
My time totally sucked but I did not care. I RAN!!!! It was the first time in three weeks. I swore to myself that I was not going to tell anyone because I knew I would get a lecture.
However...
When Carl-E got home from his trip, he asked me about the race. And, well, catholic guilt got to me and I blurted out that I ran the race. Well, did I get a tongue lashin from him. I just stood there with my head down, but I did have a smile across my face!!!!
And I am out...
Speaking of shoes...
Right now I can only wear my Ugg boots and a pair of sneakers with a giant hole cut in the side of it (NOTE: These are called air condition shoes; term created by my foot doctor). I had an operation on my pinky remove bone spurs and to straighten it out. I am so jonesin to wear my new strappy wedges, but they will have to wait until the swelling goes down.
Also...
I am supposed to not run for another week or two. But, your girl was B-A-D!!! On Sunday, there was a 5k race that I signed up for WAY before I knew I would have to have my operation. My intention was to walk the 5k because I was craving aerobic exercise. But, when I got there, I got so caught up in the moment; the crowd, the music, the free green beads since it was a St. Patty Day themed race. Up until seconds before the gun sounded, I was still going to walk.
And then...
BANG! And it was as if my feet took over, for they did not walk; they ran! I was running and thought, "I really should not be doing this!" But, I was a naughty girl and did. And it felt so good to be bad!
Now...
My time totally sucked but I did not care. I RAN!!!! It was the first time in three weeks. I swore to myself that I was not going to tell anyone because I knew I would get a lecture.
However...
When Carl-E got home from his trip, he asked me about the race. And, well, catholic guilt got to me and I blurted out that I ran the race. Well, did I get a tongue lashin from him. I just stood there with my head down, but I did have a smile across my face!!!!
And I am out...
Thursday, March 4, 2010
4 March: To Be Continued....
Well tators, you girl has been MIA, because I had an operation on my little pinky toe (NOTE: Right foot). I had to have naughty bone spurs removed. I came through it with flying colors, but now I have stitches and cannot run for a couple of weeks; boo-hoo for moi!!! I am so antsy is is crazy, I cannot clean my casa one more time!!!
Anywho...
Let me continue my story about my courage cruise...
So, we dock at Cozumel and get ready to hit the Tulme ruins. They are truly fabu and there are these glorious iguanas everywhere. I so wanted to take one home, but I think customs would have a different idea and I do not think Sophie would want one in the cabin.
After...
The ruins we decide to partake in the dollar Cornas and some local yummy-yums. While we were waiting for our nosh, we heard "Some one help me" We sprung from our table and Sophie jumped into action. The man at the table next to us was having a heat attach. She quickly assessed the situation and started barking orders like a general. She had all of us doin various stuffs to help save this man. And we did!!! The ambulance came and took him to the hospital and we earned one more gold star to get into those pearly gates.
So...
we were emotional spent from the occurrence that we could not eat our food, so we took our adult beverages to go and went shopping. But, we had to get back to the boat. See, where we got off the boat was not were we were returned after the ruins tour. And no one from the boat could tell us what time we had to be back, so we were racing against the clock to get our little treasures and get our asses back on the boat. After a cab ride, we found the boat and got back on safe and sound.
Well...
The rest of the trip was fantastic, and I had a blast. I cannot wait until Las Vegas next year; it will never be the same!!!
And I am off to gimp around!
Later!!!
Anywho...
Let me continue my story about my courage cruise...
So, we dock at Cozumel and get ready to hit the Tulme ruins. They are truly fabu and there are these glorious iguanas everywhere. I so wanted to take one home, but I think customs would have a different idea and I do not think Sophie would want one in the cabin.
After...
The ruins we decide to partake in the dollar Cornas and some local yummy-yums. While we were waiting for our nosh, we heard "Some one help me" We sprung from our table and Sophie jumped into action. The man at the table next to us was having a heat attach. She quickly assessed the situation and started barking orders like a general. She had all of us doin various stuffs to help save this man. And we did!!! The ambulance came and took him to the hospital and we earned one more gold star to get into those pearly gates.
So...
we were emotional spent from the occurrence that we could not eat our food, so we took our adult beverages to go and went shopping. But, we had to get back to the boat. See, where we got off the boat was not were we were returned after the ruins tour. And no one from the boat could tell us what time we had to be back, so we were racing against the clock to get our little treasures and get our asses back on the boat. After a cab ride, we found the boat and got back on safe and sound.
Well...
The rest of the trip was fantastic, and I had a blast. I cannot wait until Las Vegas next year; it will never be the same!!!
And I am off to gimp around!
Later!!!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
16 Feb: And the First Day There Was...
Hola, toators! I am back from my second Theta Cougar Cruise. And all I have to say that a fun-tastico time was had by all. However, the cruise almost did not happen because of Mother Nature. She was havin herself a tizzy for some reason and snowed all over the Northeast. This, my little amigos, was not good because all my sister live there! My phone and email was blowin up more than a hot chick after a Saturday night at a bar. My sistas needed to get out, but how???
So...
New arrangements were made and everyone except for one sista made the cruise. She was snowed in DC. One sista had to fly from NYC to Ft. Lauderdale, take a shuttle to Miami, and then fly over to Tampa. I tell ya that nothin can stop a Theta when she needs to do something, well except maybe lots of snow...
We...
boarded the boat and headed straight to the bar. We used our womanly charms to work free drinks and then headed to our cabins to unpack and get ready to part-thay!!! The first day was full of laughter and fun!
The next day...
was a day at sea. My sista Carla was a judge at for the sexy legs contest, and boy did she get down and funky with every contestant. I tell you she can shake her grove thang!!! In addition to the sexy legs contest, she and Sabrina played corn hole (NOTE: It is a bean bag game), and totally entertained the boat with their goofy antics. No one can say that us Thetas do not bring the par-thay!! Sophie and I hung back an took incriminating photos (NOTE: These may NEVER surface).
But that night...
the seas were a tad bit rough and everyone was dropin like flies. My poor sistas were greener than a Benjamin and your girl was the only one that did not fall ill to the likes of the sea or the brown drink (NOTE: That's Captian to you). Instead of booze a flowin, the Dramanie was being downed followed by numerious shots of H2O and crackers.
Luckly...
The next day was on land and we had a full day of ruins and shoppin.
Stay tunned...
Find out what happens at the Mexican restuant, where the boat went and why roulett is the game!!
Later!!!
So...
New arrangements were made and everyone except for one sista made the cruise. She was snowed in DC. One sista had to fly from NYC to Ft. Lauderdale, take a shuttle to Miami, and then fly over to Tampa. I tell ya that nothin can stop a Theta when she needs to do something, well except maybe lots of snow...
We...
boarded the boat and headed straight to the bar. We used our womanly charms to work free drinks and then headed to our cabins to unpack and get ready to part-thay!!! The first day was full of laughter and fun!
The next day...
was a day at sea. My sista Carla was a judge at for the sexy legs contest, and boy did she get down and funky with every contestant. I tell you she can shake her grove thang!!! In addition to the sexy legs contest, she and Sabrina played corn hole (NOTE: It is a bean bag game), and totally entertained the boat with their goofy antics. No one can say that us Thetas do not bring the par-thay!! Sophie and I hung back an took incriminating photos (NOTE: These may NEVER surface).
But that night...
the seas were a tad bit rough and everyone was dropin like flies. My poor sistas were greener than a Benjamin and your girl was the only one that did not fall ill to the likes of the sea or the brown drink (NOTE: That's Captian to you). Instead of booze a flowin, the Dramanie was being downed followed by numerious shots of H2O and crackers.
Luckly...
The next day was on land and we had a full day of ruins and shoppin.
Stay tunned...
Find out what happens at the Mexican restuant, where the boat went and why roulett is the game!!
Later!!!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
6 Feb: This, That, and The Other
Howdy, tators! Well, as usual my week was anything but boring. So, let's dive right in, shall we?!
- I am going on my annual cruise with my lovely sisters of Theta Beta Gamma to Mexico; the land that gave us salsa and Corna! So, in order to go on this trip, your girl needed a new ensamble; which includes swim attire. Now, my teeny-weeny bikini days are long gone. But, I am not ready for the granny panties either! So, I settled on a swim skirt with a halter top and a fabu caftan to use while I am lounging in the sun. BUT, when my suit can in it was not a suit at all but two pairs of 4t jeans! Now, I now I am petite, but come on! So, your girl had to spring in A-C-T-I-O-N and re-order everything and have it over nighted. Let's hope that I do not get more jeans. (NOTE: NO, I did not call and complain yet, I am saving that bit of Jersey-ness for Monday!)
- Carl-E's SUV is being fixed because we hit a rouge piece of drywall on the highway. So, he had a loaner, for a few days but needed to trade it in for a rental car (NOTE: I do not know why they just could not let us have the loaner for the whole time, something to do about policy). Well, Carl-E announces that I have to take the loaner back because he has a meeting. Now, this caused me to cancel my workout session; boo-hoo! But, being the fabu wife that I am I took the loaner back and then got the rental. And then, it hit me like a ton of bricks...Carl-E's work is 2, count them 2 minutes from the dealership, so why could he take the loaner back during lunch??? Well, being the not-so-smart-at-that-moment-person I figured out that he did not want to drive the rental!!! So, now I am stuck with a G6. It is a hoot, because it is so big I can barley see down the hood. Oh, well everyone look out!
And I am outta here!!!
- I am going on my annual cruise with my lovely sisters of Theta Beta Gamma to Mexico; the land that gave us salsa and Corna! So, in order to go on this trip, your girl needed a new ensamble; which includes swim attire. Now, my teeny-weeny bikini days are long gone. But, I am not ready for the granny panties either! So, I settled on a swim skirt with a halter top and a fabu caftan to use while I am lounging in the sun. BUT, when my suit can in it was not a suit at all but two pairs of 4t jeans! Now, I now I am petite, but come on! So, your girl had to spring in A-C-T-I-O-N and re-order everything and have it over nighted. Let's hope that I do not get more jeans. (NOTE: NO, I did not call and complain yet, I am saving that bit of Jersey-ness for Monday!)
- Carl-E's SUV is being fixed because we hit a rouge piece of drywall on the highway. So, he had a loaner, for a few days but needed to trade it in for a rental car (NOTE: I do not know why they just could not let us have the loaner for the whole time, something to do about policy). Well, Carl-E announces that I have to take the loaner back because he has a meeting. Now, this caused me to cancel my workout session; boo-hoo! But, being the fabu wife that I am I took the loaner back and then got the rental. And then, it hit me like a ton of bricks...Carl-E's work is 2, count them 2 minutes from the dealership, so why could he take the loaner back during lunch??? Well, being the not-so-smart-at-that-moment-person I figured out that he did not want to drive the rental!!! So, now I am stuck with a G6. It is a hoot, because it is so big I can barley see down the hood. Oh, well everyone look out!
And I am outta here!!!
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