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So…. I LOVE the Jazz.

Like, LOVE.

And I love Ronnie Price, very, very much.

I remember the moment I had a conversion of the heart to Jazz Basketball:

Watching that gives me chills, even now.

Aaaannnnyyyyyywwwwwaaaayyyy….

I love the Jazz. And so does Sig. Sig got some great tickets, so we donned our Jazz apparel and headed to Energy Solutions Arena last night with one unified goal:

Make it on the jumbotron.

 Guess what??? MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!! We made it onto this:

We obviously aren’t on it in that picture, because at the time we were too busy shaking what our momma’s gave us to take a picture of it.

But it happend.

You can ask Jess or Lindsay or Gen or Kristi, cause they were there and they saw it.

Oh, and we won! Take that, Sacramento.

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In May, I ran this. It was my third time, and every time my feet suffer. Blisters, bleeding, pain, purple toenails… none are a stranger to my feet in the weeks and months following the race. Never, never ever have my feet seen such an atrocity as what they faced this morning though. You see… for a while now, the toe next to my big toe (do particular toes have particular names?) on my left foot has been sporting a wiggly toenail. Just like a loose tooth. I could pull it back and forth and shake it around a bit.

It all started with that race, my toenail turned a blackish purple in the days following. This is normal, it’s happened every time I’ve run this race. Give that a couple of weeks and I can clean out the blackish purple gunk. Sorry. Some of you might be dry heaving now. BUT, once it’s clean it’s totally legit. Just wiggily. Not gross looking at all… unless I wiggle it for you because some people don’t like that kind of stuff. But I do. Anyway… this happened last year and the year before and it just kept growing out and in no time it was business as usual. Not this year. Maybe I wiggled it too much? IDK, but I do know that I have now joined the ranks of the freaks. The bearded ladies (ahem), the double jointed, the stretchy skinned, the Siamese twins… freaks. My deepest apologies if you fall into any of those categories and don’t appreciate being called a freak, but you’re in good company so don’t feel too bad. 🙂

You probably know what’s coming next…. yes, my toenail fell off. Weird! What am I supposed to do if I want to wear sandals or a pair of sexy peep-toed heels? I just don’t know. My co-worker suggested I just paint my toe… it just might work. Maybe I should just embrace being a freak?  Probably. 

 P.S. Yes, that is my foot on my desk at work. Bahaha.

 

Current NFS:

Get Ur Freak On by Missy Elliott

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highsexsober

I’ve had some wonderful experiences the past seven days… Some firsts, even. There are so many cool moments to choose from, but I’ve narrowed them down to my top three:

3. Getting second-hand-high at the Modest Mouse show. Like whoa, kids.

2. Calling a sex line while at work. My ears were assaulted. You gotta watch out for that 1-800/1-888 ish.

1. Passing my first ever field sobriety test. With flying colors. On Main Street in my hometown. I even blew a .000 on the breathalyzer. Go me!

 My momma would be so proud.

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My friend Aaron showed me this video last night… SO FUNNY! I was in tears, I seriously love dogs. Especially my Kodi dog. Enjoy!

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I seriously love my family.

My brothers can make me laugh and laugh till tears are streaming down my face and I find my hidden six-pack-abs.

On Fathers Day this year, two of my brothers and I sang an impromptu song for my sweet daddy. They put me in charge of the “Oh-la-la-la’s” because I can’t sing (which you will quickly learn) or play the guitar. Mike is guitar-playing and Collin is singing.

Annnd… this might not be funny to you, but  it’s funny to me and this is my blog, so deal with it! 🙂

Love you, daddy!

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bed head

I’m debating posting this picture. It was taken first thing this morning. Moments after I got a good look at myself in the mirror. I immediately took a picture and sent it to Aubrey. Cause that’s what I do when I look funny in the morning. It’s the second morning picture I’ve sent her this week. She’s such a lucky girl.

Anyway, without further adieu, I present to you, me. Bright-eyed and busy-tailed… or something like that. In the morning.

I don’t have words. Can’t explain. Other then I went to bed with wet hair.

It’s a wonder why I’m 27 and single, isn’t it?

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This conversation just happened in my office. We’ll call him Frank. I used to work with Frank until he moved to a new department about a year ago. He stops by and says hi to us every now and again.

Frank: “Hey Cambria, how are you doing?”

Me: “Oh, hey Frank! Pretty good, how have you been?”

“I’m doing pretty good. So… are you married yet or what?” (he asked me this every time we talk)

“Uh, no.”

“What? Why not? What’s the deal?”

“Well, we actually broke up. Like, last Wednesday.”

“Oh no! I’m so sorry… uh, man… I have really good timing, don’t I?”

“Oh, it’s alright. I guess it was just time, you know? It’s hard but it will be alright. So what about you, any babies yet?” (Did I mention he’s married?)

“Who me? Oh, no.”

“What? Why not? What’s the hold up?”

“We actually got divorced. Like, a month ago.”

“Oh, no Frank, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay… it was time.”

“Wow, we both have good timing, don’t we?”

And then we laughed. What are the odds?

“Well, I’ll see ya later Cambria.”

“Yeah, see ya Frank.”

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