Sex and the City (and Rhonda’s birthday…still?!!)

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Yes, it’s still my birthday. At least according to me and Anabella, who still wishes me a happy birthday every other day. My birthday is like Festivus, but without the pole.

Anyway, I had my birthday “finale” last Saturday when a bunch of girlfriends joined me for lunch (Mexican food…my fav!), margaritas, and the Sex and the City movie. Of course I made goodie bags…a must for any fabulous party…and KB made the world’s most incredible Ding Dong cake. All I can say is OMG…it was worth every friggin little calorie! The only way the day could have been better is if the movie theater served margaritas.

Oh, and the movie was good too.





So I guess my birthday is over now. Damn.

“What the F*ck?” Wednesday – A penny saved…

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Back story: Up until 8 years ago, I was a career girl climbing the corporate ladder. And like every smart single gal, I had a company 401K. At the urging of my then fiancé (now my hubby), I quit my job and started working as an independent consultant. So naturally, I had to move my corporate 401K to a personal IRA. Simple, yes?

Oh no. I have tried to close my old 401K on THREE occasions. The first time, when I moved it over initially. The second time, when they told me there was some interest money from the quarter I left the company. And the third time, when they told me I had $8 in the account and could they please write me a check (minus 40% taxes, of course).

So you can imagine my surprise when this showed up.

WTF? WTF? WTF? Not only did they have to hunt me down for a current address, but they had to spend the money to print this out and mail it to me. And I love how I have three cents, but am only vested to one penny. F*cking ridiculous.

Why don’t you guys take my penny and hire someone with more competence? You’re welcome.

(I would like to point out that this is not my former employer’s fault. It’s the morons at T. Rowe Price.)

Birthday Extravaganza

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It’s been a solid 5 days of celebrating my birthday so far, and I have to say it’s nice when it’s all about ME. As you know, I took Wednesday off to do whatever the f*ck I wanted, and just in case you are curious, here is what I decided on:

  • spa pedicure and eyebrows done
  • sushi lunch with fabulous friend KB
  • shoe shopping (four pairs purchased!)
  • had my car detailed, while I ate an empanada, drank a beer, and read a newspaper
  • met husband for movie and drinks
  • stayed up late watching bad TV
Other festivities over the weekend included:

  • sleeping in on four of the past five days while the hubby got up with the kids (he’s a keeper!)
  • a couples’ massage with the hubby, then dinner with friends at Smith & Wollensky
I also received lots of calls and cards (thank you, fabulous friends!) and the “wrap” party to my birthday extravaganza will be this Saturday when I do lunch and the Sex in the City movie with my girlfriends. Who could ask for a better birthday?!
Here’s the pictorial…mostly of desserts and food. 🙂

Free birthday dessert at sushi. Not that great, but looked pretty. Until KB burned herself on the sparkler.

I stopped and bought us each the cake we liked most for my b-day. Anabella was very excited.

The awesome sunglasses (my new obsession) that Dan bought me. White, blingy, Dolce & Gabbana’s. Perfect for my everyday attire of sweat pants and t-shirts.

Birthday Madness…literally

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So, it’s my birthday…12:29 CST and in just 1-1/2 hours I will officially be 38. Yippee.

Can you sense the sarcasm? That’s because I have been a bit of a pill lately* (see note at bottom for explanation…boys, you might want to cover your eyes for that part). So to cure my grumpiness, I am taking the day off to do whatever the f*ck I want. I don’t even know what that is yet (I might go shopping, or I might sit somewhere and enjoy some silence, or better yet, I might enjoy some silence AND some cocktails), but whatever I do, I am really looking forward to it.

And I hereby give you permission to take the day off, celebrate my day, and do whatever the f*ck YOU want to do.

You’re welcome.

P.S. Please go wish No Cool Story a happy birthday too! We are birthday sisters…same year and everything!

* I recently quit nursing, so I am back on the “real” pill (instead of the mini) and just finished my first period in 1-1/2 years. To say the hormones have been pumping would be an understatement. And I am sure my husband would be happy to tell you all about it.

“What the F*ck?” Wednesday – More Stupid People on the Road

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I’m sure you all know what I am thinking here, but let’s go ahead and say it out loud anyway.

WTF, dude? As if the highways aren’t dangerous enough with all the idiots on cell phones or texting or reading the paper, you decide to pile as much as crap as you can on top of your truck and hit the road?! Did you really look at this before you took off and say, “yeah, that looks safe”? I was too scared to even PARK next to you, much less drive behind you. Geesh.

Ok, I really don’t know what to say here besides WTF? It’s a LINCOLN. Not a Rolls or a Bentley. I do not get this. It looks ridiculous. Period.

First, WTF is an 80-year-old man doing on a motorcycle? And second, if you need training wheels, you should probably consider some other form of transport. I’m just saying.

Busy Busy Busy

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In lieu of an actual post, here is a picture of my sweet little Scarlett, who turned 8 months old over the weekend.

She does this pose when she is being coy and during diaper changes. Kind of like she is saying, “I’m just going to kick back and relax while you clean up that poop, servant.” But in a cute, endearing way, of course.

A real post tomorrow!

From the mouths of babes

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My friend Kathy and I recently took our group of almost three-year olds (she has a matching set) to eat ice cream. Her daughter Dylan looks up from her bowl of bubble gum gelato and says, “Mommy, I really like eating with a little shovel.”

We give each other that “Huh?” glance, but then simuleously look down, and burst out laughing.

Sure enough, we were literally shoveling ice cream into our mouths. Perfect.

Big Head Update

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Finally! My burning question has been answered. I guess if I had taken the time, I could have researched it myself, but then it wouldn’t have given my friend Nam something to do. Thanks Nam for forwarding the answer to why some of our presidents have huge heads in comparison to the others. (go here for the back story – http://aintitfunny-rhonda.blogspot.com/2008/04/photo-of-week.html)

From the Houston Chronicle…

“..Seven of the statues — George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Andrew Jackson, Abraham Lincoln, Theodore Roosevelt, Woodrow Wilson and Franklin Roosevelt — are about 4 feet taller than the others because they were, according to a consensus of historians, the best…”
(http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/business/4686544.html)

My favorite part is where the developer says “We can make this the Venice of Houston.” Ummm, ok. I don’t think you can make this the San Antonio Riverwalk of Houston, but good luck with that.