Horse Bling?

While leaving the grocery store yesterday, I noticed a big SUV that had a business decal on the back window. It read "Got Bling?" "Horse Accessories with Meaning"




I was quite flummoxed, as I didn't realize horses needed bling. I figured their owners would find better use of their money buying them feed and providing shelter, etc. I did some research when I got home and found out the "Horse Bling" is very popular around these parts, and they even have "Bling Fling" home parties where a consultant comes out with jewelry not only for horses, but for their riders.

Interesting, to say the least. Any excuse to throw a party, right?!

Guess Who I Saw At Lunch?

Give up??? Nancy McKeon, who played Jo on Facts of Life. I know, I know, it's nothing like Paul Rudd or Reese Witherspoon, but hey! I spotted her when I ran out for lunch today and knew her face immediately. For those of you with spotty memories, here is a picture and some facts http://www.televisionhits.com/factsoflife/cast/nancymckeon.html

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

In the spirit of St. Patty's Day, I've found some fun facts on the holiday:

1. St. Patrick was born in 385 A.D., in Britain, and was captured and sold into slavery at the age of 16.

2. Legend says that each leaf of the clover means something: the first is for hope, the second for faith, the third for love and the fourth for luck.

3. One estimate suggests that there are about 10 000 regular three-leaf clovers for every lucky four-leaf clover.

4. 36.5 million U.S. residents claimed Irish ancestry in 2007, more than eight times the 4 million-plus population of Ireland itself. The only ancestry reported more often was German.

5. The phrase, "Drowning The Shamrock" is from the custom of floating the shamrock on the top of whiskey before drinking it. The Irish believe that if you keep the custom, then you will have a prosperous year.

6. St. Patrick's Day began as a religious holiday to honor St. Patrick, who brought Christianity to Ireland in the fifth century.

7. Those with Irish heritage were more likely to have higher household income, own their own homes and earn educational degrees. Specifically:
-32 percent of Irish Americans older than 24 held at least a bachelor's degree and 92 percent held at least a high school diploma, compared with 28 percent and 85 percent for the entire U.S.
-Households headed by an Irish-American received a median income of $56,966 in 2007 compared with $50,740 for all households.
-72 percent of those Irish-headed homes were owned, compared with 67 percent for all households. The remainder rented.

8. If you don't wear green on St. Patty's Day, you run the risk of being pinched!

9. For the best Irish Potatoe Candy recipe, check out this site http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Irish-Potato-Candy/Detail.aspx

10. Irish people can have wickedly bad tempers (This isn't a scientific fact, but since I'm half Irish, I have to agree with this!)

I'm A Witch...

if you ask my sister-in-law. The in-laws are off skiing in New Mexico for Spring Break, which leaves Hubby & I to look after their three dogs. We ran over last night to let them out, and went into his sister's room to look for more dog treats. She had a scrapbook on her table, so I started thumbing through it out of curiosity.

Most of the pictures showed the high-schoolers drinking and partying. Something that would warm the heart of every parent if they actually took time to find out what their kids are up to. It was very dis-heartening to see her partying like that in the pictures, she's so young, she has plenty of time to party. We keep browsing and come across pictures from the infamous Halloween party last year, and I was very surprised to see my picture in her scrapbook. But as I took a closer look, I figured out why: She had pasted a sticker that said "Witch" underneath me. Hubby looked a little confused and later admitted he was trying to figure out why she put that since I wasn't dressed up like a witch.

Of course we won't say anything to her about it, or the in-laws because I don't even want to give her the time of day. It's quite sad she's choosing me to deflect upon, but whatever. It doesn't ruin my day or affect me personally. It's quite sad that she's chosen bad influences and crappy friends over family who tells it to her like it is. Ah, to be a stupid kid and think you're invincible. Sorry sweetheart, you've got another thing coming when you finally graduate high school and are introduced to the real world.

Weekend Wrap-Up

Friday night was totally lazy and I loved it. Hubby and I watched some TV and splurged by ordering a pepperoni pizza from our favorite little pizza place. I don't think we made it past 10:30pm before we passed out.

Saturday Hubby dropped me off for my Flow class, while he ran some errands until it was time to pick me up. We finally managed to order mats and frames for two pictures his uncle painted when he was younger. Then we headed to Ross & T.J. Max, my husbands favorite stores. I managed to find a cute sundress for our upcoming trip and hubby found some water shoes. We're planning on going to the south side of the island and everyone recommended water shoes to protect your feet from the rocks and coral. We were getting tired so we headed home to rest and change for the carnival! We drove about an hour away to go the carnival, and while it was fun, it was much smaller than we anticipated. We played some carni games, ate cotton candy and a candy apple. I really wanted a funnel cake, but hubby called me a carnival fatty. He's kinda right because if he hadn't been there, I would have spent all my tokens on food and not games!

Sunday I dragged my butt out of bed in time for Yoga and then went to do some more baby shower shopping. When I got home, T. came over and tried on all my summer dresses for the cruise she's going on in April. Much to her surprise, she liked and looked smashing in the dresses I insisted she try on, even though they were not her usual style. It was still early in the afternoon, so we got changed and headed into town to spend more money and end the recession! I snagged some Ann Taylor Loft jeans for $20 and we each got some cute items at Old Navy. Later that evening I made Turkey Chili and even got hubby to go on an evening run with me. I suggest not eating before you go running, I wanted to puke halfway through. My bad.

Comedy Show

Just heard this morning on a radio ad that comedian Nick Swardson is playing a show here in town! Tickets go on sale tomorrow and I'm buying a pair. For those of you who don't know who Nick is, he plays Terry on Reno 911, was in Grandma's Boy, Don't Mess With The Zohan, Chuck & Larry (gay brother of Eva Mendes).





Who wants to go see him with us?

Middle School Memories

I was definitely not the popular kid back in middle school. I was tall, thin, nerdy, with thick glasses. Don't get me wrong, I had friends, but I could never quite penetrate into the "popular group" to make friends. I was a cheerleader, but that couldn't even help my status, it seemed I was destined to be that fringe-group friend. The one the popular kids said hi to, but never invited to their awesome birthday parties and events.

I went to a Catholic school and I swear to the heavens, those girls were the worst bitches I have ever met. It's like those schools breed an extra bitchy type of girl. They start them young, that's all I can say. Two specific memories of being an outcast come to mind when I think about middle school. Going to the ice-skating rink was popular on the weekends, and my parents would always offer to drive a bunch of us on Friday nights. The rink had a "club" upstairs where you could go and dance after you finished skating. As a bunch of us were skating, my pseudo-friends come up and say "Hey, do you remember the time that Keith was skating and almost fell and busted his chin?" In an effort to be cool I reply "of heck yes, that was so funny!" That girl starts laughing out loud and yells out to the passing friends, "You're right, she said she remembered it and it never even happened!"

Of course I get all pissed because these girls are supposed to be my friends. I decide I'm done skating and head upstairs to the club. Lo and behold the boys they like are there and we all start to dance. I was quite limber in the hips back in those days and let's just say, we all liked to get down when we danced. Those girls got so angry, they found our cheerleading coach at the rink and brought her up to the club to see us dancing. She then went downstairs to tell my mother that I was dirty dancing.

My second memory is the annual Halloween Hayride and Party a popular girl used to have every year. I was never invited until 6th grade, when I was dating a star basketball player. I was so excited when I got invited, I couldn't even believe it. I was getting to go to the Hayride and Haunted House and hang out with the cool people! My dad dropped me off and I was really nervous about how the party was going to be. Everyone was really nice to me (only because of my boyfriend) but I still had a good time. We ran through the Haunted House and I screamed the whole time while burying my head in my boyfriend's shirt. We headed back to the house later and spent the rest of the night running around the property in the moonlight. I remember at one point we collapsed on the ground, between two pine trees, laughing the whole time as we watched the stars. It was probably one of the best nights and memory of middle school.

Shortly after that party, I was asked to leave Catholic school, pretty much because I was a handful and couldn't conform to the Catholic ways. I left the first part of seventh grade and entered Public School, which is a whole set of stories for another day!