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There is something to say about the satisfaction one feels when you see the look on your friends face when you catch them totally off gaurd with one of your best pranks ever. And just when they think that is all you’ve got, BAM! you get them again. Such was my satisfaction this last week when I made plans to go to dinner with Katie. I had been bideing my time and planning carefully and it turned out even better than I had imagined…Katie didn’t end up hating me, and she found the humor in it. What you ask was this grand scheme of mine?
Well it consisted of Two of these:
One of these:
One of these (that’s my "so whatcha gonna do about it" look):
And last but not least one of these:
We went to dinner, I wore the "katie shirt" and the Katie was shocked. The next day the Katie wakes up thinking that was all and then she shows up to work only to find Erin in the same shirt. BAM! THAT was awesome. Well played Erin, Well played.
This is the most hilarious thing I have ever read.
So I celebrated my quarter century mark this last week with finger food, a clash of medal, and poorly executed choreographed acting/fight scenes. Eight other M-Ladies (said with a British accent) and myself went to see Medieval Times. We ate, we cheered, we booed, some m-ladies at the end of the table heckled the Lord Chancelor, King, and Princess (eh-hem Stacy, Tina) and we laughed, a lot.
Basically it was a total blast and I couldn’t have asked for a better group!
As much as I give Tina and Stacy a hard time about bugging the actors they did get the Lord Chancelor to throw me a flower and THAT was awesome. And then there is Faith who stopped the Black and White Knight so I could get my picture with him (he was pretty dreamy from far away but the sweaty hair didn’t help him up close…yikes)
Anyway here are some picks from the knight, I mean night:
And last but not least t
he Sweaty Haired Black and White Knight. (on a side note he looked like Viggo Mortensen
from afar, hence my attraction, from afar…)
Alright so Katie and I went to breakfast on Saturday at a local coffee shop and there were a group of "older" people sitting outside on the patio with us. They had a really cute scottie dog with them and I chatted with the owner about her for a minute and then Katie and I went on with our conversation.
I couple minutes later the group got up to leave while at the same time I was taking a picture of Katie. Out of nowhere the scottie owner comes up, puts her arm around Katie, much to Katies horror, and smiles for the picture. The look of "what the crap is going on? I am just going to laugh." on Katie’s face was priceless. I had to snap a pic. I think it explains the situation perfectly and is now my new Fav pic of her. Awesome.
I talked to Jenni last night and she was telling me how hot it is in Thailand right now. I was having a tough time imagining it until this morning I remembered a lovely summer day a couple years ago…
Jenni and I went to church in her awesomely ghetto car (that she whole-heartedly embrassed). We are talking paint-peeling, head rests missing ghetto. Anyway so after church Jenni decides we should fill up the car and while she is at it she might as well get her car washed.
Well unfortunetly for us this was an increadably hot day to start out with and after punching in her code we rolled up the windows and creeped into the car wash machine. It was a little stuffy by the time it started but after about a minute things took a turn for the worse. Suddenly it was like 120 degrees with like 95% humidity. Jenni and I tried to tuff it out and didn’t really say anything at first and when we couldn’t stand it anymore we both started shouting at the same time and stripping to the least amount of clothes possible to still look decent. She didn’t have air condintioning so we tried to turn on the air but were blasted with hot air instead. Pretty is not the word to describe how we looked by the time the car wash was finished. We were soaked, dripping sweat, and really irritated looking while laughing at the same time because of how lame we are. Good times.
Jenni does this describe Thailand?
I have this time machine i have been using for the last couple months
bu im tired of it now so i decided to pass it on. It works great and is
a lot of fun. It really helped me with the ladies and made me a little
bit of money too! It runs on 2 d batteries and is really easy to
operate. I can show you if you come over to buy it! E mail me with
questions but i dont think its going to last long so you might want to
hurry.
AND THAT IS NOT ALL! The advertisment came complete with picture: Someone please give this guy some money.
Just set up a time to come pick it up!
Be aware that it is stuck on the lowest setting.
Other than that it is in perfect shape.
free bed includes 3 parts ( metal frame + … + mattress)
Mattress has some pee on it..but does not smell that much anymore…In front of our house..
As I said yesterday, it was Stacy’s Birthday. She is getting two blogs in a row cause this was too good not to share.
I took her to Hodad’s for her Birthday Dinner last night and we walked around OB for a while. Some things happened:
1. While strolling up the street to Hodad’s an over zealous young man at a restraunt knocked on the window as we walked by just to wave at Stacy. Potential Boyfriend #1.
2. While eating at Hodad’s the waiter gave Stacy "the eyes" and my food. I, Tamara, was not there. Potential Boyfriend #2.
3. After dinner we walked down towards the beach and decided to watch the sunset and take pics of it. We sat on the wall and I-kid-you-not Mr. Romanticpoemwriter immeadiatly starts chating with Stacy. It went something like this:
Mr. Romanticpoemwriter: "Hi, I am writing a poem about the sunset."
Stacy: "Okay"
Mr. Romanticpoemwriter: "I like to write words down that describe the moment and then make them into a poem later."
Stacy: "cool"
Mr. Romanticpoemwriter: "Do you want to hear some of my work?"
Stacy: "Sure"
Mr. Romanticpoemwriter: "This one is called ‘Rainbow’….reads the poem, which wasn’t half bad BTW…And this one is call ‘Heart’, its about my exgirlfriend. We broke up. She cheated on me while she was in Arizona."
Potential Boyfriend #3
4. While watching the sun go down there was a hippie band (consisting on two people and their kid) rocking out with an amp and everything. They had quite the following of a healthy mixture of fellow OB hippians and homeless folk, most of which were doing the Hippie dance. You know the one I am talking about. One free-form dancer/ air guitarist inparticular, not sure if he was a hippie or homeless, thought it would be great to try to get Stacy to dance. The polite person she is, she bobbed her head a little until the song ended. At which point he thanked her (it was very nice of him in a creepy sort of way). Potential Boyfriend #4
5. And last but not least, on our way back to the car I was discussing how she attacts a lot of guys and can’t help herself because she’s hot, when a homeless guy comes up from behind and says:
"Yeah I over heard and I have to say," he pauses and looks her up and down from the back, creepy, "That girl is right you are very good looking!" and while walking away he shouts, "You’re beautiful! I love you!" Potential Boyfriend #5
All in all, Stacy it seems you have quite a few men to choose from now!
Photo’s for the night:
surfer
singing Hippies
Stacy Participating
Stacy’s New Dance Partner doing Air guitar
Stacy’s New Dance Partner and his belly
Mr. Romanticpoemwriter
Weird Dancing Homeless guy.
24 years ago today there was a child born, and it was set into motion events that would lead up to this month. Stacy’s Birthday is today. I have warned her that I sing to people on their Birthdays. "Its not just any singing," I said, "You are gonna want me to join American Idol after you hear it." In actuality though, I probably should have warned her that it will be my own version of a "bass-alto" in slow-mo.
Stacy is my new roomate BTW. She wears converse and has cool hair. Be jealous.
FYI I stole this picture from her and didn’t even ask. Hopefully she still wants to live with me.
