Why shampoo makes awful body wash...

We went to the grocery store on Sunday without the grocery list. It wasn't a big deal since there were only three things on the list and I remembered two of them, shampoo and shaving cream (very rarely does food actually make it onto the list as we pretty much buy the same stuff every week and it's more fun to impulse shop). I could not remember the third thing but figured that since I couldn't remember it couldn't possibly be important.

Then we got home and realized that we only had enough body wash left for maybe one more shower for each of us. Crap. We forgot to get body wash.

Let me point out that we would never have to go without washing because there was a bar of soap in the shower, but that's so drying and since it's finally getting chilly out no one wants to use that.

We also forgot tortillas (a necessity for taco night for which we had bought everything else), oven cleaner (not that Jamie is going to get around to doing that anytime soon), quart size Ziplocks (or whatever the Kroger brand is called), and something else that I can't remember now anyway. So, Monday night we went to Kroger to get the things we forgot (and a banana parfait - YUM). Jamie went to get something (the fifth item I can't remember) and I went to get the body wash. I like the Ivory body wash but since I was mad about forgetting and since we were in a hurry (Lie to Me was coming on at 9 and we didn't even leave for Kroger until after Jeopardy!) I grabbed the cheapest one I saw. Something by White Rain that was on sale for $1.69 (which, was only $.30 less than the Ivory), and I thought Jamie would be proud that I bargained shopped (he is the most savvy shopper). So we bought our items and went home.

I put the "body wash" in the shower and that was that. I used it that night and an hour or so later Jamie was in the shower and called for me to come in the bathroom. He held the bottle over the shower door and asked me what it was. I told him it was the body wash I got for a great bargain (brownie points!) and he asked me to read the label.

I bought shampoo.

Yeah, that explained why even after moisturizing I was itchy.

So, now I have a lovely bottle of White Rain shampoo that I got for $1.69. But I blame the whole thing on Kroger because the shampoo was with the soap.

Meanwhile, I stopped in the monsoon yesterday at the Walgreen's to get body wash. Just for giggles I bought White Rain brand. But this time I quadruple checked that I was leaving with body wash.

Day 366

So, good news! My keyboard is now fixed and working normally. Thanks to my new pal Brian at the Apple store at Lenox for making that happen. Word to the wise, never, ever, ever, EVER go to the Apple Store without making an appointment first. I had one and I still had to wait 10 minutes. However, if I hadn't had one than I would still be there waiting (very crankily), five hours later.

Anyway,

So, what have I learned in my year in review? I don't know. I learned a lot about making a TV show (www.highrisetheseries.com). I've learned a good amount about non-profits and more specifically the Atlanta Community Food Bank (love them, write them a check right now). I know the day time TV schedule like the back of my hand (if you ever are home sick, call me, I'll give you the skinny on what you need to be viewing, and it involves a lot of Bernie Mac and Malcolm in the Middle).

I have also learned the importance of stalking. Not like illegal, go to jail and be a creep stalking, but more like keeping in contact. I have what I call a stalking list and once a month or so I reach out to everyone on this list to make sure they haven't forgotten about me (impossible).

I've learned that it is possible to entertain yourself and also, no matter how much free time you have it sure is hard to motivate yourself to work out.

Hopefully in another 364 days this will all be a thing of the past. Fingers crossed, y'all!

Ed. note: I always try to find a picture or image to include with each of my posts, but this time I could find nothing. Sorry. So, here's a picture of a hippo and her baby.

Day 365

Yep, it was one year ago today I was laid off. I'd like to take some time to reflect back on this year for you, but my keyboard on my computer is busted (I have an appt at the Apple store tomorrow) so you will have to wait until Day 366. I'm on my BlackBerry now and blogging from this is just a pain. So til tomorrow I bid you good day.

Great news Atlanta!

I don't blog about radio because there are plenty of blogs and discussion boards and such for the topic of radio. And before I visit any of the aforementioned, I want to tell you about something.

Groove 105.7

What was a Hispanic station is now the best station in the world.

Groove plays nothing but dance hits. On the way home today I enjoyed classics such as "It's Rainin Men," "Single Ladies," and "Bust a Move." This morning I heard my fair share of disco and according to what I've heard, it will remain disco hits all the way through hits of today. How freakin' fantastic is that???

Listen now and get into it because for the next month or so it's going to be commercial and talk free. Just music and nothing but.

I always said that given the opportunity to run and program my own radio station without having to worry about financials or ratings that I would have a disco station. All disco all day. I understand how alienating that is to most people but with this station, it's like my dream has partially come true. I don't mind sharing the disco with Dee-Lite or Justin Timberlake. I think it's awesome and I danced the whole way home.

Do me a favor and listen to 105.7 whenever you get a chance. At least check it out.

It's awesome for now, I just hope they can maintain the awesomeness when they ad people talking, a PD and all the other stuff that can usually muck up what would be a totally bad ass station.

Hey, Groove 105.7, I need a job...

Check them out here.

*Ed note: I was not compensated nor convinced in any way to write this post. This is 100% my opinion and my free will endorsement. For realsies.

It's the most wonderful time of the year...

You may or may not know but I love Christmas. Let me clarify, I love Christmastime. I love Santa Claus. I don't know much about the story of Christmas (Jesus was born to a virgin in a manger and people brought Frankenstien and Murray? Who's Murray?) nor do I get into the religion of Christmas, but I love Christmastime. Everything smells like cinnamon. Stores, houses, and cars are decorated. People are happy. No other time of the year has millions of songs and movies and TV specials dedicated to it. Sure, The Simpson's do a Halloween ep every year and there have been movies made about Valentine's Day and Alice's Restaurant is associated with Thanksgiving, but no other holiday or season has anything on Christmas.

One of my favorite things about Christmastime is going to Christmas parties (to call them holiday parties is so offensive, we don't throw parties for Flag Day). I realized today (I already have cinnamon scented pine cones in my house and have already seen FOUR Christmas commercials on TV) that I didn't go to a single Christmas party last year. And that really sucks. Sure, most years I only go to one Christmas party, the party thrown by my place of employment (I'm always on the party planning committee), and we all know that Christmastime last year I was unemployed (I'm pretty sure I asked Santa to bring me a job since I, for the first time in my life, live in a house with a fireplace. Duh, Santa can't get in if you don't have a fireplace). I don't have fancy friends that throw fancy Christmas parties (though I wish I did, I would invest in a red velvet dress with a plaid sash). Jamie's place of employment did have a Christmas party but he didn't want to go and I wasn't going to push for it just so I could quench my Christmas party thirst. So, there were no Christmas parties for poor little me, the girl that loves Christmastime more than just about anyone.

So, this year, yes I want a job, I've wanted one for a year now, but more than ever I'm pushing to get gainfully employed in the next month so that by Christmas, I'll have a party to attend.

**I really do love Christmastime so expect many more blog postings about it in the next three months. I have a lot to say about Christmastime. I (heart) Christmastime.

Cats!

I have heard lately that the internet was invented for cats. In fact, one day a few weeks ago a bunch of blogs and stuff organized a "No Cat Day" and no one posted anything about cats or cat related for like 24 hours. I never understood this until today, when I realized that not only was I posting twice in one day but both my posts were cat related.

This is Kitty. The table is set for Break the Fast tonight. The flowers make a beautiful centerpiece until Kitty decides to unleash his fasting fury on them.

Watch out! Here comes Kitty!

The Cat Burglar

Besides the fact that we're pretty sure someone was in our backyard in the wee early hours of the morning (seriously, the gate was open when we woke up and I know I heard something, twice, at some point last night, but I was too tired to wake up Jamie, I guess I value sleep more than safety), we had a visit from the Cat Burglar yesterday afternoon.

Yes, twice while we had the front door open (and the screen door closed) yesterday I noticed Pablo in our house.

Pablo is our upstairs neighbor's cat and he loves us. Whenever we are outside he's playing with us or sitting in one of our laps. He's very sweet. But he's not allowed in our house. Our neighbor has a cat door so Pablo can go inside whenever he wants, but I guess he likes us more because we are new and interesting and we pet him whenever he wants.

When we first closed the screen door Pablo sat at the other side of it watching me watching TV. It made me a little sad for not allowing him inside, but he would get over it. Then I remembered that the bottom corner of the screen wasn't really attached to the screen door so it would be very easy for Pablo to walk right through it, if he figured it out. I know he's a smart cat, but I decided he wasn't that smart.

Then, as I was sitting on the couch balancing my check book I heard a noise, and then another noise and I looked up and Pablo was in my living room watching me. So after chasing him around for a minute (more playfully than seriously) I put him back out. I told Jamie that we needed to do something about the screen because otherwise Pablo would just keep breaking in. But Jamie disagreed. Anyway, a few minutes later we're both in the kitchen and I look over and there's Pablo, halfway into the bathroom. There's no telling how long he was in the house, but he was inside again.

So, again, we kicked him out (lovely carried him outside and placed him gently into a chair all while kissing him and singing his praises - we spoil him with love and affection).

How to prevent Pablo from continuing to break through our screen? Well, block it of course with a giant die.

As you can see from the pic, it worked.

Tonight I'm going to use the die to put in front of the gate to keep the people out of our backyard.

P.S. That's a cat burglar mask I tried to draw on Pablo. Usually they're black a la the Hamburglar, but since Pablo is black a black mask wouldn't show up as well.