90% of what she talks about

This morning when I drove to work, it was dark and rainy. It made me think of winter, which made me think of Christmas! Naturally, I played some Christmas tunes. This made me think of a comment that brat Codar made the other night:

Codar (to Doug Bear): Do you realize that 90% of what she talks about is Christmas?

Doug Bear (to Cody): She talks about 3 things: food, Christmas, and shopping. [ My shopping is most of the time related to the first 2 things :) By the way, Doogie forgot my 4th favorite topic: KITTIES!]

Anyway, moral of the story, Codar and Doug are jerks...even if they are right.

***Just doing the google search for images of Christmas made my heart swell with joy!

Speaking of food, I'll be on my way to Beetle's this afternoon. I have a deal I'm trying to strike up with the ole gal--"You make me some soup beans, fried taters, and cornbread, and I'll make you some lemon cookies, rice krispie treats, and tiramisu!" Let's see if she bites. Oh, how awesome! I haven't had soup beans and fried taters in sooooo long.

And since we're on the topic, the past 2 weeks have proven to be the week of Alli G, the grillmaster. That's right, folks! You're reading the words of a champion griller. I have successfully grilled the following items: Italian sausage, Big Red Smokys, Oscar Mayer all beef franks, Oscar Mayer all beef franks wif cheeeeze, and hamburgers. Now, the hamburgers were a little dangerous. There was some flamage going on, and I thought that I was going to burn the hairs off of my arms, but I survived, and my burgers weren't bad at all...a little thick...but not bad. My mother can make the perfect hamburger patty; I'm going to have to get her to show me her ways this week while I'm in D-town.

Milk

"Milk is so magical. Milk is the breast milk of the goddesses." ~Codar

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In a Box

Codar is like a cat. He sleeps all day (even napping in boxes), and when he wakes up, it is only to eat or potty.

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Biking With Codar

Is always interesting...

Hide your children, hide your wives, hide your husbands, there's a crazy up in here.

Alli G, basketball champion of WW

That's right, children! Last night I mopped the floor with a couple of gurlz (aka Day-Day & Codar) on the Gastright court. Aaah yeah! I'm the world's greatest. Check out these nerds! Their sweet tears tasted so good!

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Codar finally has a beard

Made of real hair...cat hair.

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Tomorrow is Monday, WTF did my weekend go?

You know, I hate Sundays. Well, not really, but I do hate the feeling of dread that sits in on Sunday night. "Tomorrow is Monday, Allison. Back to waking up at 6:30 in the morning and writing those awesome CSRs and protocols that you love so much." Sunday taunts me.

My flesh isn't as vibrant a shade of red as it was last night. This is good news, folks. How did I manage to get so burned from sitting in the sun for 20 minutes? The Doug Bear doesn't even look like he was in the sun, and he was right beside me the whole time. Curses! I now have a new supply of sunblock, thanks to my darling husband, so I'll be sure to lather up even if going outside for a short period of time.

My free time today was spent on homework and riding my cruiser. Ah yeah, I sure do love my new bike. It has a basket. You should've seen Codar and me bust out of the garage, straight up badness. Me on my purple cruiser, Codar on the Boromir hunter, iPod boombox in the cruiser basket, blasting Led Zep, rolling through the streets of WW like we own the place. Spectacular.