Green tea is good (as opposed to blue tea?)

So I talked to Beano for over an hour last night on the phone, and it wasn’t until well after we had ended our conversation that I realized I hadn’t expressed my condolences to Shawn for losing his uncle Bill. I hate it when I’m a putz. Beans: tell Shawn I’m very sorry for his loss and if there is anything we can do to help, just let us know.

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Starter Castles

Well, the game last night was a blow-out. We got shelled. It was horrible. The base-clearing grand slam early on was telling. So we sat there and sweated, and watched our pitching staff flounder, and watched their battery batter us. Ugh. Jimmy tried to re-start morale with his homer, and Albert’s double to knock in So was exciting, but that was about it. We left in the 7th, right after everyone sang “Take me out to the ballgame.” Figured at 13 to 3, we’d cut our losses and go see The Bug for a few minutes before she went to sleep for the night. I’m glad we left, as it only got worse. How bad is it when their relief pitcher can crank one out of the park?!

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You can’t fix stupid

M and I were having one of those insane married-couple arguments the other day, where both of us were right and wrong at the same time, which means you just go around and around in circles with neither of us winning or losing…it’s insane, and I won’t bore you with the details, but I’m sure all of you people in committed relationships know exactly what I’m talking about. It was so idiotic it made my curls curl even tighter. Oh wait, maybe that was the insane humidity of my beloved city.

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Sunday Cleaning and Saturday’s Movie Marathon

Yesterday was a lovely day cleaning and playing with Zozo. It’s easier than I thought to vacuum with a small child on your hip, I found out. The house is clean and smells good (yay lemon Swiffers!) and the yard looks fantastic (yay M!). Zozo’s raging diaper rash is under control, finally, so she no longer screams her head off when we lay her down to change her. That alone made for an interesting weekend. I’m sure the woman who was in the restroom with us at Panera yesterday afternoon still has ringing in her ears from Zoe trying to let everyone know I was ripping her arm out of her socket (that’s what it sounded like, anyway).

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Bye Bye Boatie

Yesterday we said good-bye to Grandpa’s boat. I know it was hard for Mom Z. to let it go, but she’s keeping lots of good memories. And gaining half her garage back.

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The Dress

So excited! Beans and I selected the bridesmaid dresses for her wedding, and they are beautiful! Well, here, take a look for yourself.

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Not much. You?

I’ve been chastised by my loving sister to “update the damn blog,” so here I am. Sorry for no post today. I had the after-event craziness at work to contend with. That craziness is the result of pushing everything that doesn’t pertain to the event at hand to the back burner, thereby resulting in lots of scorching of deadlines and burning of projects. Smoke alarms go off, firefighters are summoned…it’s not pretty. The day after the event, which should be spent basking in the glory of the event and gathering commendations and congratulations from adulating coworkers, is instead spent scurrying ’round, trying to catch back up and get the rest of the marketing train back on track from the major derailment. Oh dear me, now I’m mixing metaphors. It’s been a long couple of days.

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Gratitude with Attitude

Tonight we have our AirForce Nutrisoda St. Louis media launch here the spa. The room is going to look great (thanks to yours truly), and it just might be a success despite the children who are planning it. It seems the Nutrisoda has decided, as a start-up, to keep costs at a minimum by hiring teenagers (or those who were recently teenagers) to be their “Lifestyle Marketing Managers” out in the field. Bless their hearts, they have all the energy in the world when it comes to standing around and “yapping.” That’s the one’s favorite word: yap. Other than that, they’re about as useless as a barnacle.

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Imo’s…yum!

Last night we had Imo’s Pizza for dinner (thank you, Mom and Dad Z!). It was quite delicious. It’s been a looooooong time since we’ve had Imo’s, and it was very good. We did our usual: a mushroom and pepperoni pizza and split a house salad.

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