I

am tired.

That's all.

Back to work tomorrow.

Be good peeps :)

2008

I give you the following survey that is no doubt making it's rounds 'round Blogville...

1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before? Celebrate a one year wedding anniversary!

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? Blah. Next question...

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Yes, C had a boy in August :)

4. Did anyone close to you die? No. Don't ask that again.

5. What countries did you visit? We checked out St. Maarten which is half Dutch, half French...that counts, right?

6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008? An economy that doesn't fill me with anxiety.

7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? Not counting anniversaries and birthdays? None.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Being a part of our blog creation: St. Thomas Blog (.com)

9. What was your biggest failure? Not writing a book, which I said I'd do before I hit 30 (for those keeping track I'm 34...)

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? Nope. Unless you count the most recent fall that resulted in a scraped knee...

11. What was the best thing you bought? Birth control.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration? In the world? My family? At work? Too broad a question.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? No one.

14. Where did most of your money go? Shopping. Gas.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? The concerts we hit this year. Pats/Broncos football game. Returning to St. Thomas. A million other things that came and went.

16. What song will always remind you of 2008? Impossible to say.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? Still the same happy clam I was last year.
b) thinner or fatter? Same.
c) richer or poorer? Well, let's see where Obama takes us...

18. What do you wish you’d done more of? Self-motivate.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of? Procrastinate.

20. How did you spend Christmas? Went to the beach and celebrated with a group of friends.

21. Did you fall in love in 2008? I fell in love in 2002, 2008 was another great year with him!

22. What was your favorite TV program? WAY too hard to pick. I be lovin' me some TV.

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? Nope. No hate.

24. What was the best book you read? Um...

25. What was your greatest musical discovery? My car-singing only gets better with age.

26. What did you want and get? Another great year of smooth living.

27. What did you want and not get? A lottery win.

28. What was your favorite film of this year? Too hard to say.

29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I was 34, and I have no idea.

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? Learning how to fly.

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008? Beach Chic

32. What kept you sane? The booze.

33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Ick.

34. What political issue stirred you the most? Let's not go there...

35. Who did you miss? Family.

36. Who was the best new person you met? My neighbor, M.E.

37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008. The less drama the better.

38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. Anything by Buffet.

What's new pussycat?

Wow, nothing since Christmas...yikes. Here's a bullety-point list of what's been going down in island-town...

- Christmas day at the beach, it was parts awesomely sunny and then rainy. Didn't stop us though - our group had a big table of food...lasagna, prime rib, turkey, mac n cheese, stuffing, salad etc. I was rocking a big ol' food baby that afternoon! Went to the neighbors house for dinner and then passed out full and happy. The Man and I didn't exchange gifts so no report on that front (although he bought me a Pats jersey a few months back..I guess that counts. I gave him my undying love, it was on special).

- I worked day after Christmas and that weekend I think we just hung around and did the regular stuff.

- The following Tuesday we hit Jost Van Dyke for some Soggy Dollar bar fun. If you've never been White Bay beach is absolutely awesome. Unfortunately for me I was tipsy on mimosas and managed to trip over a concrete slab resulting in (another!) a bleeding knee and a scraped/ripped toenail. Fortunately for me the toenail is growing back just fine and the knee scab is almost gone.

- I worked the rest of the week and had some really busy days. I do enjoy the waitressing, but I should invest in some more sneakers - lately the dogs been barkin' know what I'm sayin?

- We spent New Years Eve in town - there was an 80's band, DJ and finally Toots and the Maytals, a sweet reggae band. It was a picture perfect night, and like always I managed to cry at midnight! Sap.

- I worked New Years Eve day and New Years Day...and that Friday, so I was pretty freakin' tired that weekend, which we spent hanging around. We beached it Sunday.

- I've been working four day weeks so my recent week has been a blur of serving burgers and coming home and watching random TV.

- Today we are relaxing at the house with one major pain-in-the-ass task at hand - cleaning the bird cages. AH! We had them outside and the birds loved it, but the cages didn't, they are rustballs. Put that together with the salt spray and little bird is pretty much using his cage as a big salt lick. I'm pretty sure rust isn't a suggested part of his diet, so out to the deck I'm about to go with a sponge and a beer.

- After that it's playoff football. No Patriots this year :( so I think we're backing the Titans. I DEFINITELY need the Giants to be knocked out, can't watch them win another one. Oh no.

I'll be around to see how ya'll are doing - I do miss my little blog 'hood!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas Eve Eve!

We're spending Xmas on the beach, just like we have the past two years since saying goodbye to snow. This year I've been tapped to make my bomb-ass lasagna which I will do this afternoon (I'm working tomorrow).

However, because it's sunny and because a couple of friends are going down we will be sitting on the beach from 10 to 1-ish today.

Then I go shopping for lasagna ingredients.

Then I make it.

Just so we're clear on the whole 'I'm making lasagna' thing...

There's no excuse

for me to have not blogged in in over 10 days.

Do you hate me?

Don't hate me.

I've been busy.

I'll be back with a real update soon.

In the meantime, please know that I think of all of you often :)

Smooches!

Does this make me fabulous?

I met Carson Kressley of Queer Eye/Straight Guy fame last night - dude is as flamboyant in real life as he was on the show.

The Man and I were out to dinner with a couple of people and he came into the restaurant with a mini-posse, he was on island for a Wine Tasting Gala thing. The restaurant we were at was very small, so it was impossible not to notice him and ask for some pics - and he obliged us.

Jen and I:

Carson jumped down next to the Man and said "Pretend the paparazzi are catching us making out!". Too funny:

His mini-posse, I have a feeling he's dating the tan guy to his left in the yellow shirt:

Talk about a random encounter!

Grumble

I am working today.

On a Saturday...

I don't work weekends -

but I am covering for a girl named

Carla.

I love Carla, don't get me wrong...

but I'm working on a Saturday.

Come back soon Miss Carla.

Damn you bulk stores...

We went shopping at one of the island's Costco-like stores and I HAD to buy this monster-sized bag of Golden Puffs cereal. Golden Puffs are, of course, a knock-off of Golden Crisp.

Anyways, I've been chowing faithfully on the Puffs for the past four days...for breakfast....snacks...dinner...after-dinner. The question is - how much Puffs can one girl eat before turning into one big Puff herself?

It's also that time of year

when I'm good for a I got drunk and fell down story.

Two Saturdays ago the Man and I went over to St. John for the day to meet up with some friends. We got on the ferry around 11am and all I had in my system, at that point, was coffee.

We found our friends getting ready to have lunch - we joined them and I ordered a beer and a cesar salad. I then ordered another beer...and realizing how good they were tasting I stopped ordering them individually and ordered a bucket of six (that came with a bag of chips).

Fast forward a few hours and I'm enjoying a hell of a buzz as a result of seven-ish beers, one half-eaten salad and a few handfuls of chips.

Fast forward again and we're back on St. Thomas, chowing down on some food and...yes...more beer. The buzz has now morphed into plain old drunk. It's late, dark and after leaving the restaurant we start walking to the parking lot to get the car. The Man is walking ahead of me and I'm stumbling along with my big beach bag on my shoulder, a beer bottle in one hand and take-out from the restaurant in my other, oblivious of the disaster that will soon occur.

As we walk through the open gates to the car lot the Man nimbly hops from one curb to another as he passes by the entrance. I, with my cargo securely in my hands, attempt to do the same and shockingly, given my beer intake for the day, do not make it. I stepped up on the first curb, hopped to the second but misjudged it, caught my foot on a tiny edge of it and proceeded to dive towards the pavement. Beer bottle, take-out, myself and a beach bag all hit the cement at the same time. The bottle smashes, the take-out styrofoam implodes and I suddenly find myself on the ground inches away from foaming beer and scattered popcorn shrimp (tossed in hot sauce...so good). The Man looks back at the sound of impact, I get up sans beer and food and we both scurry into the car and leave.

As we drove away I looked down at my stinging knee and silently cursed my non-agility. I pressed a towel to the bleeding, bandaged it up at home and in the time since have suffered ribbing from friends who remember my knee incident of two years ago. Quick recap: Christmas Eve 2006, we're at the beach, I get extremely drunk and fall out of the (parked) car onto steep grooved cement resulting in a credit-card sized wound on my kneecap that hurts anytime I stand, sit, walk, move. That scrape was MUCH worse and took a couple of months to fully heal - this one was minor and is just a nickel-sized scab at this point.

I have theorized that my beach bag played a role in this latest fall - I believe it fell forward as I did and my upper body somewhat landed on it which kept my face from landing in broken glass and appetizer shrimp.

Moral of the story? I think it's obvious, but clearly I didn't learn anything from 2006 so I don't expect I'll be absorbing anything from this latest incident...