Hiding My Face In Shame.

I just got a comment from MJ about that night I made Hamburger Helper for dinner.  


I should first tell you about the time I asked MJ which jarred Spaghetti sauce she uses.  I was just curious, because I just found one I really liked (Classico Four Cheese).  

She didn't answer me right away.


In fact, she got very quiet.  

I almost thought she didn't hear me, so I was going to ask her again.....but when I turned to look at her? I noticed kind of a hard, pinched look on her face. 


The words that sputtered out of  a shocked MJ's mouth?  

"I don't swing that way."



Me serving my family "the helper" is going to put an enormous strain on our relationship.  I swear I'll never do it again, MJ.  Pinkie swear.

MJ's Week

Gosh.....again. Almost a month since my last post.

And I haven't even been reading my fave blogs. In fact I do believe I have 900-something posts to read.

I hate that.

So much has been going on......yet nothing is happening. You know what I mean? Sure you do.

Well, last week I spent some time with my buddy MJ. 'Memba her?

Man, that girl has been busy.

Last week, she put together a menu for a fundraising event at the Governor's residence and I helped her cook it. It was really really fun. And a screaming success.

Then she was on TV

And I was there with her......riding on her coattails.

And now I'm very very tired.

Check Out MJ's Blog....

....to see who she's hangin' with.

Unbelievable.

MJ's going to be famous one day.

And I'm going to be her assistant. The Cacee Cobb to her Jessica Simpson, if you will. **snort**

MJ's Got A Blog!!!!

Here it is!!

And it sounds just like the way she talks, too! I love it!!!! Please go and visit her....

And while I'm on the subject of visiting blogs......I'm never taking another blog-reading hiatus. Ever. Again.

It took me 3 shifts to get through Cutzi's blog entries alone. I feel like I skipped a few college classes and now I'm behind in my homework. Waaayyyy behind.

So please don't be offended if I don't comment on your blog when I pop by for a visit.

You know what? Scratch that. It's rude not to comment. I will comment. It will just take me a while.

I just got back from another trip for work. A really quick one. I left Tuesday evening and got back Wednesday evening.

Whenever I get home from a trip, the Noodle is very tuned into me.

Very clingy.

She needs to be near me and can sense when I get up in the morning and will instantly wake up to be near me - even though it's hours before she normally gets up. It happened this morning. Noodle got right up at 5am when I did and insisted on sleeping on the sofa while I puttered around the house. At 8am (she is usually up at 7 am.) I had a heckuva time waking her up. I gathered all of her clothes and made her breakfast and still she had a tough time waking up.

Here's a photo of her all snuggled up under a blanket, oblivious to the fact that she has 15 minutes until the bus comes. Do you see the socks on her feet? I put them on her while she soundly slept:

Do you see Quinn the cat at the bottom of the photo? It's funny because Quinn is the same way. She follows me from room to room and plops her bod down whichever room I'm in. Here she is in the messy office/playroom on the dolly beds while I'm reading blogs:

So that's it - go and visit Miss MJ!

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow we're talking about what ya'll are doing for skin care.

Because I want to know.

And so does Cutzi.

The "Lady" On The Plane and Other Nonesense

I'm loud.

MJ is not.

I don't mean to be loud, but sometimes I am. And since I'm getting to be an old hag - oops! -I mean lady - my hearing probably isn't what it used to be.

Just a little background for you. Because MJ and I got scolded on the plane.

When we got on the plane, there was a woman already sitting in the aisle seat of our row, loudly talking on her cell phone. She looked a little irritated when we needed her to move so we could take our seats. We were sitting right next to each other - MJ in the middle of the row and me next to the window.

So, since I haven't seen MJ in forever, we chatted the whole time. Not loudly (I don't think, though I guess I'm wrong.) - we were sitting right next to each other. And we always have plenty to talk about.

About midway through the flight, the "lady" sitting in the aisle seat said, "Are you two going to talk the whole flight? Because I'm trying to sleep and the plane is full and I can't change seats - I've already asked."

MJ and I looked at her with our mouths hanging open. We were totally speechless (for once). Then I glanced at her iPod earbuds thinking, "Turn up the iPod, then, sister!" Well, she saw that look and read my mind and said, "I can even hear you through my iPod."

So MJ and I were embarrassed and we were somewhat quiet through the rest of the flight, but then we just started chatting again. You know why?

Because a plane is not a hotel room. It's a form of MASS TRANSPORTATION.

And we're not responsible for her not getting enough sleep the night before and forgetting to take her much-needed antidepressant (and for not washing her greasy hair. But I won't get into that here.).

And you know what? People talk on planes. And children cry. And people smell. That's the way it is.

Anyway, as people were smushed together trying to disembark the plane at the end of the flight, the "lady" was standing up at her seat and so was the guy across the aisle from her. The guy had his hand resting on the headrest of the seat in front of the "lady". Well, the "lady" didn't like this at all. She grabbed his hand and moved it from the seat!!!!

That made us feel a little better. Because maybe it was just her being a bee-otch, and not just us being loud.

So, then MJ and I went to get our car - which was not reserved due to a scheduling snafu. Well, apparently there weren't any cars available.

Because it was Graduation Weekend in Boston. And you know? Boston has some colleges. And people come from all over to see their loved one graduate. And they usually need a car. To get around.

So as we were waiting for the agent at the car rental place to help us (bail us out), we told her about the awful "lady" on the plane.

And she gave us a black Mustang convertible.

Just to be nice.