A is for Apple

if there is one thing to know about me, its that i have to be in the mood to write. i'm a diva like that.

snap. snap.

moving on.

Practiqué mi español la semana pasada con el hombre que vino a pintar nuestra casa.

bet you didnt know i could whip that out. thanks college. though still a bitter reminder that i chose NOT to study abroad. loser, party of one.



anyway he (the painter, if you are still trying to remember if you know any other spanish besides cerveza) and i got along like gangbusters (that saying makes absolutely no sense whatsoever).

the only problem is that our dogs dont understand spanish. or english apparently either. though, through the tried and true method of trial and error, they did learn that the paint can is not chicken flavored and owner lady (me) gets pretty pissed when there are oatmeal (paint color) colored footprints on the hardwoods.

moving on.

we scored some carolina panthers tickets as guests of a friend that bid (probably too much) in a charity auction. cam newton? club seats? yes please.

lets everyone stop for a moment and 1-agree that panther blue/teal/hint of aqua is a hell of a hard color to match and 2-give me some props for trying. unless you are 'modern family cam' you dont usually have it. on purpose that is.



two good things happened this day. one. our friend somehow managed to expense the entire thing because bobby is technically one of his customers. that meant free beer. oh and there was a krispy kreme right in the stadium. maybe i should have listed that one first.



the panthers lost. and i might have made a big scene hollering at the "around the league" hi light reel that showed the steelers tied with cinnci. i mean, i had the inside track on the game and the broadcast was clearly behind. and i felt obligated to let the crowd know that, in fact, the steelers were ahead by 7. call me the messenger of truth. and dont think i didnt get a couple of hi-fives.

so about a week ago i got together with neo to craft some posters for our friend doing her first ironman. yes, glitter was involved. quite a lot actually. and yes, after the ironman's husband stopped by he may or may not have gone home to his ironman wife looking like he spent some time with a cheap hooker.

in other news i feel compelled to shake my head at.

lets not fool ourselves. i will be the first one out of here. i dont run intervals on the track for nothing.

and if you're still scratching your head about the apple header. deal with it. i went rogue today.