Man has blogging really taken a back seat in this crazy life of mine, but I still think about it all the time. I have pictures I hope to post, rants and raves about nothing important, misspelled words I hope to get in and tons of un-work safe material I hope to get on here sometime soon.
I just got back from a work related trip in Florida. I did get in some fun time in and lots of good food on the company dime. I did do what I set out to, it was not all shits and giggles. And now that I am back to the old bump and grind. I have to show what I learned out in the sunny state of gators and skinny women. Other than that I learned that the booze in hotel bars is a fucking rip off and that the sun is a hell of a lot stronger in FL than in NJ!
The wife unit turns 30 this weekend, does anyone that has a vagina (personally or has one on rent) have any suggestions as to what to get her? I have no clue what to get her, we are going out to da' club that night but other than that I am at a loss. She doesnt want jewlery so i am good there, but now I am looking for something that will say "Welcome to your 30's" In a fun happy way lol.
Part of my slacking now has to come from work, my trip to FL which was to teach me how to use this new program i am now in charge of. It is a huge project that will kill so much of my time I dont even know where to look first. But I will be back on here, I am trying to plan my time to blog on the weekends. I am so bad at putting in me time that it is almost non-existant!
But I am now off again to do work related happiness......but to leave things off on a usual stoopid note I will put in my two cents on this drink i bought a few weeks back.
It was called Club Mix : imported from NYC and the flavor (if you can call it that) was Zoom, Cocked Cranburry. And yes it was called 'cocked'! The first swig tasted like fucking paint thinner but went down like water. No afterburn or nasty burps, most things like this go down hard and come back up harder. But this had a bad taste but no after taste. I give it 2 thumbs up on the Ghetto Booze scale, no hang over, no vomitting and no embarassing pictures to delete the next morning.
5 comments:
Happy Birthday to the wife. Turning thirty is a weird feeling. It is when you are officially young/old. I got my belly button pierced for my 30th and that was fun, although I did feel a bit silly.
I was gonna say jewelry, then you said she said no jewelry and I just can't believe it! Maybe you should get someone to take care of the kids for a night and spend the night in a hotel where they do those romantic packages. Or you could just spend the night at home and set up candles and buy a box of rose petals to spread all over the bed. You could also run a bath with candles and do the rose petal thing in the tub... Or a trip to the day spa! Any women loves that. Now you got me wanting all this stuff that no man can think of on his own so I'll never get it from my husband. Sigh, at least I helped your wife out!
What about a pedicure. Very relaxing. I tell hubby that I don't want jewelry, but I would really want him to come up with something romantic like those stupid commercials that the kids surprise the mommy with a piece of jewelry. Sorry, not much help. Just pamper her and let her know how beautiful she is. Actions speak louder than words.
Buy your missus a 21st birthday card, at the very least. That might cheer her up. Women don't really enjoy celebrating any sort of milestone birthday.
As to Hammy's comment, shows how much he knows... men! We always want acknowledgment and attention!
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