Why don’t people remember these?

(These were my favorites. Look at those buck teeth!)

Since I’m on an 80’s kick, I started thinking about the toys I used to play with and remembered my beloved Sylvanian Families. I had tons of these! They were little figurines and would come in families, if I’m not mistaken, and each family was a different animal. I think I had some rabbits, dogs, racoons and beavers. And there was also this big house that had a removable section of roof that had these windows you could open. I spent hours playing with these toys.

Well, apparently the toys were before some most of my friends time! They don’t remember them! How tragic! My question is: Did anyone else have an obsession with them? And do you remember how the jingle from the commercial went?

Bonus: Did anyone else have the talking rabbit?

The Good Ol’ Days

(what’s with my stance?)

Since I succumbed to the spreading company virus, I parked myself on the couch as soon as I got home from work last night. I swear my couch has curative powers. Even without the writers striking, Tuesday nights aren’t the best nights for TV so I flipped to OnDemand to try and find something worth watching. I was about to give up when something caught my eye. There, in the Encore movie section, was one of the greatest movies ever created. Yes, I’m talking about the Care Bears Movie. This was the movie that made me stick out my 5 year old belly and yell, “Care Bear Stare!” It also introduced the Care Bear Cousins thus requiring me to beg my parents for even more stuffed animals. (I think convinced them to get my Gentle Heart Lamb and Bright Heart Racoon–A trip to the attic will confirm). This movie also has a pimp soundtrack. I’d suggest trying to get a copy of it.

So now I’m thinking about all of the toys I used to have such as Sylvanian Family, My Little Pony, Strawberry Shortcake, etc. I think I need to go raid my parents attic. I’m sure they’ll LOVE that when they are trying to pack up and move!

Blonde Quote of the Day

“I’m not offended by dumb blonde jokes because I know that I’m not dumb. I also know I’m not blonde.” –Dolly Parton

 

Loves me some Dolly Parton.

On a rampage.

I’ll admit that I’ve gained a little weight over the past few months. Last fall, I was working out all the time and eating healthy and was at a really good weight….and then I met a boy. Why does that always happen? Guys like girls who are hearty eaters (which I am) but then we end up gaining weight trying to compete with their massive appetites. When things ended with this particular boy, I had a brief non-eating period and then my appetite returned just in time for the holidays. Joy!

I’ve never been a big scale watcher but the hotel we stayed in for Kickoff had a scale and I couldn’t resist. I could not believe my eyes when the digital readout displayed my weight. 11 pounds! That asshat made me gain 11 pounds!*

So, here are my issues.

First of all, SD is all about pimping me out but how am I supposed to meet someone if I’m not loving myself? The most I can bring right now is my C game, on a good day maybe my B game. Second, people tell me they can’t tell a difference in my weight. Obviously, they thought I looked fat back in the fall too. (I kid!) I made a discovery over the weekend and found out that I actually have a small body frame (tape measure and wrist). Since I’m the only tall person I know, I just figured I had a medium frame. Well, according to Shape.com, “Based on your height, your ideal weight range is between 129 and 142 pounds.” HA! Told you so! Non-believers telling me I don’t need to lose weight. Take that! I said I was on a rampage. Did you not pay attention?

And finally, my third issues is that my poor friends have to deal with me when I get like this. It doesn’t happen that often (twice a year??) but when it does I take everyone down with me. DubDub, I apologize. But it is fun getting you wound up!

On the plus side, since I do have a small frame, the extra weight I’m carrying around doesn’t show as much as it would on a normal person. That just cheered me up a little.

*I know it’s not really his fault but he should have known better than to put lots of food in front of me. Plus asshat is a really fun word.

Kickoff and one too many drinks

On Wednesday, SerialDater and I headed to our new watering hole seeing as how we put a self-imposed ban on our previous watering hole (note to self: don’t date the bartender at your favorite bar). It’s been our Wednesday tradition for the past 3 weeks and we’ve kind of made a name for ourselves. They have these drinks called “Gerry’s Sure Thing” that are 4 types of rum mixed with pineapple and orange juice–a lethal combination. I had approximately 6 of these and ended up having some random guy drive me home. Definitely, not one of my finer moments.

The next morning I woke up bright and shiny (ha!) and then realized that I completely forgot to pack for Kickoff. As I was running around the apartment gathering clothes, I realized that I had made a mess the previous night. Soup was all over the counter, a box of crackers was left open and my blanket from the couch had wound up in bed with me. Niiiiiiccccceeee.

Kickoff is our annual company meeting where everyone from our different locations comes to Atlanta for two days. We have really boring meetings followed by a crazy party…and then more meetings the next day. It’s actually pretty fun. This year, we had a team building event where each team had to make a 60 second commercial and my team won! That night we had our usual party but I managed to keep myself from getting too drunk (unlike some of my coworkers). After last years massive hangover, I knew better than to get wasted. Nothing like sitting through meetings all day when you feel like you’re about to throw up. The entire experience was really good and actually helped get me motivated about my job again.

This week looks to be a pretty crazy week. I have stuff going on every night! I’m not complaining about an active social life but I do like to have a little down time here and there.  

Sore muscles and a sick puppy

Last night’s pole dancing class was a lot of fun but it wore me out. I had no idea how many muscles were used to swing on a pole! My shoes were a hit but will take some getting used to. They don’t offer any ankle support at all.

At some point in the night, Dixie got sick. She kept dry heaving every 5 minutes or so and would look at me and whine as if she was saying “I don’t feeeel goood”. She kept wanting to get on the bed but every time she got up there she’d immediately jump down and throw up. Finally, I went out in the den and she jumped up on her spot on the couch and fell asleep. This morning she seemed to be back to her normal self.

As for me, I’m tired, sore and hungry.

Pole Dancing!!

I’m totally getting into this pole dancing class. I even bought a sexy pair of stripper heels! A few of my male coworkers (my entire office knows about the class) insisted that I get a stripper name. So I looked online and found a couple of stripper name generators and these were the best ones:

• Tara Phukzalot
• Sleezy Bitch
• Lady Spankalicious
• Swallow (I kid you not. That was the first name it generated!)

I’m not sure what moves we are learning tonight but we are encouraged to wear a sexy bra…..hmmm. I’ll let you know how it goes!

Third, nay, fifth time’s a charm.

This is my fourth or fifth attempt at a blog. I think i should offer blog creation services. I have really good ideas for blogs but sort of suck with the follow through. Come to think of it, that’s exactly what my boss says about my work. Does someone want to write this blog for me? I’m already getting tired of it.