BOOWHAHAHAHA!

So... today is Halloween. Do you know what that means!! "Lots and lots of candy!!" It also means it's time to watch my three favorite Halloween movies: Nightmare Before Christmas, Garfield Halloween, and of course, It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! If you haven't seen these three, go watch them. Now. Some people don't like Nightmare Before Christmas-- "well, I think it ROCKS." If you don't like it the first time you see it, watch it again. And if you still don't like it, call me and I'll watch it with you to point out how much it ROCKS. However, you may get a little annoyed with me, as that is the one movie I have to quote the whole way through.

Turn, turn, turn.

Well, i went to Sara's baby shower this weekend, and yes, I want to have a baby more than ever-- but I am trying to remember that there "is a time for everything, and a season for every purpose under heaven." Yes. I shall keep repeating that to myself.

Speaking of babies, have you seen those new 3D sonograms? They're crazy. I saw Sara's this weekend and it's just amazing. I mean, you can see sweet little Gus Jr.'s sweet little face-- and Sara said when they were watching the ultrasound, they could see the baby making faces and everything. What an exciting time to be alive.

A thought.

I was just typing Andrea an email-- and I signed it "eternally your sister." Then I thought of a cool way for mothers to "sign-off" when writing their children. Observe:

"Dear Son,

I hope this letter finds you and finds you well (and then there'd be something in there about hope being a good thing, yada yada.)

(Then...wait for it...)

Maternally yours,

Mom. "

Man, I feel very proud of this idea. Feel free to use on your present and, or future kids. I know I will. I mean, I won't use it on your kids, just mine. But just my future kids. But that's not to say I presently have kids.....oh, nevermind. This blog didn't have much promise in the first place.

We don't need no stinkin' batteries.

I went to Toys R Us yesterday (where's the backward R on this keyboard?) Yeah, I went to get presents for Sara and Gus Jr. Anyhoo, I don't think it was such a wise idea for me to go. Looking at all of those cute little baby outfits-- geez. I almost picked out some stuff for future "Butlets." Yipes. It's ok, though. Jeremy slapped some sense into me when I got home. "You just keep taking your pills, little lady." (He didn't really slap me.)

Ok, but that wasn't what I wanted to tell you about my trip to Toy's R Us (There's not a backward R on this keyboard.) When I was checking out the lady goes "would you like to get some batteries with this?" I started thinking "did I get something that requires batteries?" Then I realized I hadn't and I said "um, no." And THEN she said "would you like to pre-order Nemo" (Is that what the "cool" people call it?) and I was like "uh......no." This could have gone on for quite a while, because as you may know, Toys R Us (Why isn't there a backward R on this computer?!) has a lot of products in their store-- luckily I cut her off there with a "May I have a gift receipt?" Nice. She was a strange bird. I should have thought something was up with her when I asked her how she was doing and she replied "Bright-eyed and bushy tailed." Who says that? Honestly. A battery pusher. That's who.

Snooze.

As you all know, I am a pretty heavy sleeper. Well for about a month now, I have been having the hardest time getting out of bed. I don't know if it's b/c I see Jeremy sleeping there and I'm jealous, or what. For the past month or so, this has been my routine for work-day mornings: Wake up, take shower (or don't take shower,) get dressed (or don't get dressed-- haha, no, I'm pretty good about wearing clothes to work.) Then I lay back down in bed and set the cell phone to wake me up about five minutes before I need to leave. What in the world? I never did this when I lived by myself. I don't know why I do it, but I do. I didn't do it this morning so maybe I'm moving on.

Maroon and White, White, White.

Just wanted to let you all know that Jenna got accepted into A&M yesterday! Not exactly a surprise or anything. I don't think any of us doubted she would get in, but that doesn't mean we can't celebrate. So here's to Jenna. (Here, here!)

"Combines the thrills of an extreme outdoor activity with the satisfaction of a well pressed shirt."

It's pretty rare that I am in a creative/witty mood while I'm at work. Sometimes I feel like sitting at a desk and staring at a computer for eight hours drains me of my creative energy. Even now as I am sitting here, I am trying to think of something interesting to write about in my blog, but alas, I can't think of a thing. Nothing. Well, I did write three sentences on my lack of creativity. That's gotta count for something. Right? RIGHT? Here's something. Earlier, I bit the inside of my mouth while I was eating. How does this happen? How long have I been eating things? About twenty-one years or so? And yet I still bite my lip just from chewing on a wee little skittle. "Wee little skittle" is a cute thing to say. So is "mittens." Mittens are just all around cute, though. You put mittens on kittens and you've got something.

I've decided to keep track of random/funny things I hear throughout the day. Yep. The other day my boss said something really weird (but hilarious to me) and I can't remember what it is. Anyhow, I decided it would be fun to write those things down before I forget. Then, after I have collected enough, I will share them with you. Yes. I would do that for you.

Can't trust that day.

Well. It's Monday... again. I don't really care much for Mondays. Mondays always slap you in the face and say "You were having a nice weekend? TOO BAD! Because it's over now, sucker." Nope, don't like 'em. It's 8:45 and I'm ready to go home.

By the way, Jinx, I too fell into the nerd trap a while ago and was sorted into Gryffindor house. What has become of us?

"You can puke fire. You can throw hot death. You can resist wind. You have a song in your heart. You have spikes running down your back. You can throw force bolts. "

And apparently my name is "Foopuff."

http://pizza.sandwich.net/poke/pokecgi.cgi

"I never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky."

Five moths ago today, I was getting married. Ha. Five months, not moths. I can hardly believe it has been five months. That's almost half a year! (You noticed that too?) Yep. I'd like to sit here and tell you all of the highlights of being married, but I'm not going to. I'll just say this: I dated Jeremy five years before we got married-- and those five years, they've got nothin' on these past five months. Before I was with my best friend some of the time, and now I'm with my best friend all of the time. There's nothing better.

Jeremy and I are going to see Intolerable Cruelty with some friends of ours tonight. Jeremy was pointing out how strange it is that we are seeing a movie about divorce on our five month "anniversary" (if you can call it that) when on the day after we got married we saw "Down with love." Oh, the irony.

Crystal the Python.

I was sitting at my desk earlier and a lizard was slowly darting (ha) across the office floor. Man, I thought I was afraid of lizards. I told Fran to come in here-- and she started screaming "Wes!!! Terry!! Somebody kill this thing!!!" It was pretty funny b/c the lizard was only about 3 inches long, not to mention that it was drugged from the insecticide they sprayed this morning. We started talking about it and we got on the topic of Gena's pet snake. It's name is "Crystal." Isn't that nice? She was just telling me some of the pleasantries of having a snake, and all I have to say: "yuck" and "why can't they find a less cute animal to feed snakes?" I don't relish the idea of a five foot snake wrapping it's self around a cute little white mouse and squeezing it till it passes out or dies-- and then swallowing it. It just tears me up inside.

Man, all that talk about eating mice has made me hungry. Ooh. 12:00. Almost time for me to go home and eat with Jeremy. Sweet.

3:16.....3:17.......HURRY UP CLOCK!

I think that the longest part of a work day is that between 3 o'clock and 5. I am sitting at work, feeling very tired b/c of the lack of work I have, and the clock is torturing me. You know it is bad when you look at the clock 3 times while it is still on the same number. I swear I got about 6 looks in on 3:20. That's gotta be a record.

Anyhow, I don't feel very much like typing a blog, but I thought that it might help keep me stay awake. Here's hoping.

Man, Anna. If you are reading this... You have the biggest tease of an answering machine message. The first thing you say is: Hello (or is it hi?)-- and it has this strong hint of recognition in it, so that EVERY single time I call, I think "Yay! she's there and she's happy that I called." But this isn't so. So Anna, if you're out there, give my poor heart a break. For those of you who aren't Anna, your answering machine message is fine. Or is it?

"Good morning, Hanover. This is Amy."

Gus Jr. is the exciting news today. Sara and Gus just found out they're having a boy! Congrats, guys! WHOOOHOOOOO!

They kept me pretty busy yesterday, so I didn't have to make shapes out of paper clips. Hold on... I'll try one real quick....hmmm. That business is harder than it sounds. I think when I have more time I will try to make paper clip replica of the Eiffel Tower! Sweet. I'll let you know how it goes.

There is a lady in my office that reminds me of Anna Nicole Smith. Anyhow, her name is Gena and this morning she says, and I quote: "If you're not doing anything later, I have some no-brainer stuff you can work on. It' s real simple." Thank you. The last think I'd want to do is actually use my mind at work. Dang, Gena.

Do you want to know a little bit about my work place? I shall tell you a few highlights.

1. There are a bunch of "good ol'" boys working here, one whose name is "Bullet."
2. There is a sign in the office that reads "If a**holes could fly, this place would be an airport."
3. I'm pretty sure none of the guys know my name. I usually answer to: "Hun," "Sugar"(or shoog), and my all time favorite is "Little Lady."
4. There is a picture up in the office of a girl wearing a really short shirt with really short black leather shorts.
5. Nary has a work day passed without me hearing the "F bomb" dropped many times throughout the day (this is an office, mind you.)

So that's a little insight into my world. I hope my description doesn't give off the impression that I don't enjoy my work. Au Contraire. Even though the men swear, like to ogle girls in short shorts, and can't remember my name, I like them. There is something about this overly laid back environment that I've grown to love, and I really can't imagine going back to the world of business suits and panty hose. That's for the birds. (Are you also imagining a bird wearing a business suit and panty hose?)

So, this is my first real blog. I'm sure it's the same for other blog virgins-- I'm a little nervous. I've been thinking about what to type for several minutes and I've come to this conclusion: Every person who will read this loves me enough to overlook anything I write that may be perceived as "cheesy", "gay" or just down right stupid. So I've decided that I'm going to try not to take this blog thing too seriously. After all... you don't have to read it.

Jinx, thanks for spending as much time with us as you did this weekend. Your visits are more important to us than you probably know-- and even though your invitation is always open, I will try to "invite" you more often. Oh yeah. For the record: Jenna tried to pay for her meal.

Thank you for visiting Hello Please. If work is this boring tomorrow, I will have to resort to making shapes out of paper clips.

Plastic pearls?? Whaaaat????