Showing posts with label mcdreamy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mcdreamy. Show all posts

Friday, July 20, 2012

The Friday Diary: Photo Dump

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Hellooooo Friday.
This Friday isn't as special as other Fridays, and definitely less special than last Friday. 
Why? Because I have to work this Friday AND it's not payday.
I know, the world weeps for me.
Anyway, let's wrap this bitch up.

  Oh Love by Green Day on Grooveshark
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This week has been interesting, what with my car decided it suddenly hates me and wants to commit vehicular suicide now and all. Aside from researching car loans with ridiculous interest rates and crying over my imagine-the-worst speculation over what could be wrong with my car, I haven't done much of anything. Seriously, I haven't done laundry like all week. It's a sad state of affairs up in here.
But I promise to get my shit together and clean this weekend before the dishes start growing limbs and the clothes start smelling like...Jackson.
If you need me this weekend I will be trapped under a pile of laundry.

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Finished:

greys anatomy

I finally finished all 8 seasons of Grey's and can now wait in dark, twisty angst with the rest of the super obsessed fan population for season 9. 
Is it wrong that I was a little OK with Lexie dying? 
Bitch annoyed the shit out of me.

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Flashback:
This time last year, my business was failing, my relationship was falling apart and my roommate was moving out. We were struggling financially and I was on the brink of a nervous breakdown.
It was really fun.
It's a good thing I wrote all about it, so now we can all look back and remember fondly.

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Pinteresting:
Might as well drink the fun one.

That's what I keep saying.

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Failed:

I've so far gotten absolutely nowhere with operation: get Jack the fuck out of my bed. I can't even say I've really tried that hard.
But homeboy is getting big, and now it's just a matter of how many more kicks to the face and head butts to the ribs I will take before he has to endure banishment.
This little foot narrowly escaped kicked me in the face when it suddenly popped up on my shoulder during my 12 a.m. Pinterest session.
I want my damn bed back.

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 Addicted:

I bought more $1 books from the Scottsdale library.
Someone, please, stop me. I can't help myself.

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LOLZ:

You know you just said that in Forrest's voice.

I know. I'm a terrible person.
But you know you said that in Forest Gump's voice.

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 And now, for some pictures from my phone.
Take it away, Blackberry!












1. Jackson enjoying an ice cream at Culver's, a rare treat. 
2 & 3. Jackson enjoying the first orange he peeled by himself. 
4. Late night Grey'sAnatomy and pretzel M&M's. {and why yes, my computer is missing like a million keys. Why? See pictures 1, 2, 3, 6 and 7} 
5. Lainie looking much too grown up and pretty for her age. 
6. Lainie and Jack staying up late to watch Wednesday night's sudden thunder and rainstorm. 
7. Jackson "washing the car" when we stopped for gas Friday afternoon. Adorable. 
8. I dyed my hair. The one on the left is the box color. The one on the right is what it did to my hair. Pretty, but not the same. Also it looks pink under the florescent lights in my office. Awesome. 
9. Lainie, rocking my aviator sunglasses better than I do. 
10. Clearly it's a huge deal when it rains in Phoenix 11. Veggie hummus wraps= Summer dinner at least once a week. 

Happy Friday.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

McDreamy McDiction

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I recently discovered Grey's Anatomy.
AKA: the new reason why my kids are running around in their underwear and the house smells like water buffalo.
This show is dangerous.
I can't stop myself.
It's like a dirty mistress, and I find myself thinking about it all the time.
Just waiting for the next time when I can go home, lay in my bed in a huge t-shirt with the fan on, and watch as many episodes as I want, whilst freely and openly crying at the sad parts, and wishing I had a best friend like Cristina Yang.
I honestly can't believe I never knew how good this show was before.
Really, it's my own fault.
I am a natural contrarian when it comes to t.v. shows. Don't ask me why.
When a new show comes out that is "all the rage", I find myself almost instantly opposed to watching it. Once I hear the girl from processing in my office who has wall-eye and an I.Q. lower than some of the chicken embryos that once existed in the eggs in my fridge, talking in the break room about how much she just LOOOVEES show XYZ, my resolve to never watch show XYZ only strengthens.
Did you know I've never seen a single episode of Lost?
Did you know I watched the very first episode of 24 after the series was cancelled in it's like 11th season?
And now I'm watching Grey's Anatomy, when the 8th or 9th season is about to air in September.
It's a sickness.

Signs You're Too Addicted to Grey's Anatomy:

10. You start contemplating moving to Seattle and doing something that will cause you to need surgery, so you can go to Grace hospital-which doesn't exist.

9. You accidentally call your boyfriend McDreamy-so often that he just thought it was his new nickname until someone else pointed out where it's from.

8. When you call in sick to work, you site reasons such as your conditioner stopped working and you think you might have brittle bones, so it's best you just stay in bed and feel like dying all day.

7. You find yourself correcting strangers in public when you over hear them discussing aneurysms. 

6. Patrick Dempsey has replaced....everyone on your celebrity crush list.

5. You know every single Tegan and Sara song by heart.

4. It's after midnight, you have to be up at 6 a.m. for work, and instead of sleeping you're rationalizing ways to watch another episode because the last one was such a cliff hanger.

3. You refuse to accept that they're ALL cliff hangers.

2. Nobody asks what you're doing after work anymore. They already know.

1. You refer to your very absolute bestest friend as "your person". The one that if you murdered someone, they'd come help you drag the corpse out to the desert. Your person.

Now shut down Netflix, and go the fuck to sleep.