I'm having the worst case of the birthday blues.
Posted by Nancy at 11:46 PM
I have alcohol breath and it ain't pretty.
So anyway I decided to take a jab at this whole blogging thing after a few drinks because i think everyone can agree iwth me on this one that you think the clearest when you've had a few? am i right am i right or am i right?! So my topic of conversation this loverly Sunday morning is: The Doggie Diner at SBC Park.
I volunteered there last saturday and it was fun. i'll admit i couldn't help but snicker at the hilarity of the situation as it was a bit ironic serving people hot dogs and beer after you've obtained a college degree. Oh but im not hating or anything. I had lots of fun and one thing i've always taken for granted is the way everyone (yes, including YOU, dear reader) squints at the menu board on the wall whilst ordering your food. This is after you usually know what you want. Hey, I do it too. And how everyone orders a goddamn coke without specifying a size. But I'm not complaining I had fun and I'll do it again. If only for the free food and the view of a miniscule JT Snow frolicking around 1st base. Oh, sexy sexy.
GO GIANTS!
Posted by Nancy at 03:29 AM
I was in LA last week and tried a Dodger dog (Apparently you can get one outside of the ballpark since they have their own hot dog restaurant chain. I'm rolling my eyes as I type.) It costed me $5.99 and it tasted like SHIT .. and I'm not even exaggerating here. But anyway, my point here is that the Dodgers suck more than their hot dogs. And that's saying a lot!
Posted by Nancy at 03:51 PM
There are only two things in the world that can compel me to be attracted to someone I normally wouldn't be physically attracted to: a) any type of European accent, b) the ability to play guitar, and now, thanks to the Food Network, I can now add another condition to that list: c) the ability to bake cookies.
Dave Leiberman. He's not really my type, but after I saw him baking chocolate-dipped hazelnut cookies on his new show, I'm kind of ga-ga. There's something seductive about a guy who can bake. There really is.
Posted by Nancy at 12:45 AM
Cell phone evolution:
It makes me laugh how I actually used to carry that brick around. And worse, how I thought it was cool.
Posted by Nancy at 12:07 AM
Omigod, Paris Hilton has been cloned, and it looks like she's in love, naturally, with herself.
Now before you prepare for armageddon, please be advised that I was only kidding, Paris Hilton has not been cloned. Well, not exactly. Madame Tussad's in New York decided it was a good idea create a wax replica of her. To remind the world of the antichrist, we have yet to find out. Nevertheless, this is probably their best wax work to date. Because not only do Miss Hilton and her wax counterpart look somewhat alike, but they also both possess similar IQs. And they're also both completely useless and devoid of personalities!
Posted by Nancy at 02:49 PM | Comments (3)
Honestly.
Posted by Nancy at 12:03 AM
Schmitty, Schmitty, WHAT HAPPENED TO SCHMITTY?!?! Six runs in seven innings? Aaagh.
Tonight's game nearly put me in the hospital. In fact, I should have been checked into the hospital a long time ago to check for my hormone levels or a brain aneurysm or something because baseball shouldn't be running through my mind 24/7 like it has been for the past few weeks. But anyway. Oh, I weep for Schmidt. No I won't weep. Instead I will build a shrine for him .. a shrine that will channel the everlasting power of the almighty change-up. Yeah. Hey, my shrine for J.T. Snow seems to be working fine. Did you see that home run tonight? Sexy.
Posted by Nancy at 03:59 AM