Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The Planet Hollywood Hotel in Las Vegas Has Made Me Very Happy For The Second Time in 2011

I told you about our trip to Las Vegas and how judgmental I was and how I should be more ashamed that I let my husband talk me into taking the kids because now it's my 10 year old son's favorite vacation destination and that is just wrong, though I may have neglected to mention how very much I enjoyed the Planet Hollywood Hotel (A. It is attached to the mall B. Great Mexican restaurant C. AWESOME spa) but, sometimes, it's the little things. Like the Planet Hollywood pen with rhinestones that I brought home from our room then started using at work because it's just a great pen (A. Comfortable B. Writes well C. RHINESTONES!) and I was bummed when it ran out of ink a few days later so I sent the lovely people at Planet Hollywood an email about how very much I loved the pen and GUESS WHAT I got in the mail today?

A whole stash of them! (The bunny sticker is courtesy of Bobby Mitchell).

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Dear Levi's

Dear Levi's,

Please tell me that, no matter what my daughter says, you are not "mom jeans."



Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Purse Love

I've already detailed my love for purses here, and was SO excited to get my new Julie Lindsay Gold Messenger bag yesterday but now I need it to act like Spring outside because I am carrying my new Spring/Summer bag no matter the weather but am sure it would go better with some strappy sandals or my cute gold Tommy Hilfiger tennis shoes (that I SCORED for next to nothing at T. J. Maxx - it's fate!).

If you are a pursianado like I am (like that word? I just made it up!) then you need to check out all of Julie's bags. I first fell in lust with the Paris Tote that belongs to my friend Karen Buscemi and then saw Julie's bags featured in Fashion in Detroit. They are fabulous!

Come on Spring!

Friday, May 13, 2011

Pleased And Irked in the Very Same Place

I had to pick up several gifts this evening so I stopped at Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory in Somerset (because who doesn't like a large, decadent, chocolate-and-stuff covered apple?). I also asked for some chocolate-covered orange peel and when the delightful young gentleman reached to get them there were only about five pieces left so he asked the other young gentleman (Note: Rocky Mountain has hired some cute young men to work on Friday night which shall be called Cougar night from now on - that's just bad, isn't it?) if there were any more and I said "Those are fine. That way no one (meaning me) can get out of control." and not only did he laugh at my little joke but said "I'm not going to charge you for these then." (further cementing Friday nights at Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory as Cougar night - oh COME ON!) and I said something old-ladyish like "Aren't you a dear? Thanks!" (further cementing the fact that I will never be able to pull off the Cougar thing).

THEN I went to Customer Service for Somerset and asked for a gift card and they charged me a $2 fee.


Basically, when I'm buying a gift card I'm telling the recipient that they MUST shop at Somerset. I'm CHOOSING to send people to Somerset to shop. And I get charged for this? And yes, I realize that if I'm getting a gift card at Somerset I can probably afford the $2 but that is not the point. Somerset, you are lucky that tonight I was A) in a hurry and B) awake since 3:20 a.m. and didn't feel like driving to 12 Oaks or Home Depot or ANY other store that has gift cards and please note, Somerset, that I will NEVER buy gift cards from you again as long as you are charging for them.

Tsk. Tsk.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Nap Time Dreams Are The Worst

I'm still catching up on sleep after my weekend trip to the Bahamas for work. Please don't stop reading. I really did work. But I tried to get by on as little sleep as possible so I could have as much fun (documented for work) as possible and work and only barely pulled it off.

Anyway, I had time to sneak in a nap today but dreamed that I was about to kiss that guy from The Monkees with no chin. I think it's Peter. We were in a helicopter and when he started kissing me I dream-thought 'This is exactly how I thought a guy with no chin would kiss!' and I couldn't stop kissing him even though I was totally grossed out.

And now you're totally grossed out too.

Monday, May 2, 2011

I Am NOT Complaining About Work I Am Complaining About All The Stupid Stuff I Used To Do When I Wasn't Working Full-Time

Now that I am working full-time again I am really busy and important. OK, I'm really busy. OK, I have less time to read amusing, well-written blogs and watch Reality TV. Like right now I am being forced to choose between reading ALL the Royal Wedding coverage on Go Fug Yourself or watching the DVRd episode (SPOILER ALERT: (for me, too, so don't get antsy) that President Obama ruined the ending of by announcing the death of Osama Bin Laden) (OK, I didn't realize that was TWO Spoiler Alerts in case you've been living in a cave and didn't know Bin Laden was dead. Get it?) of Celebrity Apprentice.

AND I still haven't worked out today.

But Daughter got to skating and Son is at baseball and everyone had dinner and lunches are made for tomorrow so I'm calling it a wash. And I don't want to say that I wasted time when I wasn't working. It didn't feel wasted. Everything I read/followed/obsessed over kept me up-to-date and entertained which, I'm sure, helped me land this job in the first place. or, at least, kept me up-to-date and entertained. But I could really use about 2.3 more hours in the day.