Mmmmmm. Now that’s a beer.

So, tonight the gang played softball. It wasn’t quite the same without the lads. My Mexican Wave of 1 pretty much was lost on the crowd. Plus, my fake accent of “hit it!” and “catch that” pretty much sucked.

But, our team won. It was a great game for us…we were vying for third from the bottom…so tonight’s win was very important. We’re the best of the worst!

We went out to celebrate. We tossed a few back and threw a few darts. I thought I was at my maximum when I turned around to discover I had a whole ‘nother beer to drink. Bevan took it upon himself to put me one over. Thanks, Bev. You’re a peach. I’m not so young anymore. I can’t just party all night then get up at the buttcrack of dawn and be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed like I used to.

So, I’m one over right now, but still managing to type just fine. The Black & Tans were fab, the game was great, and Fishdog hit 2 homeruns. So life is good. The only thing missing from tonight? The lads.

After exchanging snail mail addresses with the lads’ parents, I decided to check out the postal service rules for the UK. Average cost of letter, average delivery time, that sorta thing.

I’m a little disappointed in what I discovered. Honestly, it ruined my Christmas present idea for the lads’ families…

I’m sorry to say, I’ll have to look for something a little less original than “Live bees” because they are restricted. (okay, who would send live bees in the mail? I mean, it obviously had to happen enough that they had to write the rule down: No Live Bees)

However, Live queen bees are okay as long as they are accompanied by an import license issued by a UK Government Agricultural Department and a health certificate issued by the appropriate Government Department of the country of origin stating that the bees are free of disease.

There’s a thought.

Okay, back to work…

After exchanging snail mail addresses with the lads’ parents, I decided to check out the postal service rules for the UK. Average cost of letter, average delivery time, that sorta thing.

I’m a little disappointed in what I discovered. Honestly, it ruined my Christmas present idea for the lads’ families…

I’m sorry to say, I’ll have to look for something a little less original than “Live bees” because they are restricted. (okay, who would send live bees in the mail? I mean, it obviously had to happen enough that they had to write the rule down: No Live Bees)

However, Live queen bees are okay as long as they are accompanied by an import license issued by a UK Government Agricultural Department and a health certificate issued by the appropriate Government Department of the country of origin stating that the bees are free of disease.

There’s a thought.

Okay, back to work…

Today’s walk around Oxford was sponsored by Buckcherry and Panic at the Disco. I managed to keep a pretty hoppin’ pace listening to those two bands. Buckcherry’s newest album is awesome, but don’t listen if you’re easily offended.

Obviously, I’m not.

I counted very few beer cans on this walk. Either the recycling guys did a fantastic job cleaning up or someone else took a plastic bag with them on their walk.

I know, I should do that, too. But it’s like I said in an earlier post, bending over to collect the cans would interrupt my forward motion.

So, this is the 4th morning I’ve walked for at least 40 mins this week and I’ve been to the gym twice. Today should be gym day, but I have a hair appt. so, I’m working thru lunch and taking off a little early. Maybe I’ll go to the gym after my appt.

On the writing front, I haven’t written much since Sunday. I’m going to hit it hard tomorrow night, tonight we’re supposed to go out after the softball game, so there’ll be no writing…It’s okay, I really prefer to write on the weekends. I guess because I’m so busy during the week that even though I have some down time at night, I can’t quite seem to find the writing mode.

Oh and one more thing…PROJECT RUNWAY started last night! Woohoo! I think it’s gonna be a good season…

Today’s walk around Oxford was sponsored by Buckcherry and Panic at the Disco. I managed to keep a pretty hoppin’ pace listening to those two bands. Buckcherry’s newest album is awesome, but don’t listen if you’re easily offended.

Obviously, I’m not.

I counted very few beer cans on this walk. Either the recycling guys did a fantastic job cleaning up or someone else took a plastic bag with them on their walk.

I know, I should do that, too. But it’s like I said in an earlier post, bending over to collect the cans would interrupt my forward motion.

So, this is the 4th morning I’ve walked for at least 40 mins this week and I’ve been to the gym twice. Today should be gym day, but I have a hair appt. so, I’m working thru lunch and taking off a little early. Maybe I’ll go to the gym after my appt.

On the writing front, I haven’t written much since Sunday. I’m going to hit it hard tomorrow night, tonight we’re supposed to go out after the softball game, so there’ll be no writing…It’s okay, I really prefer to write on the weekends. I guess because I’m so busy during the week that even though I have some down time at night, I can’t quite seem to find the writing mode.

Oh and one more thing…PROJECT RUNWAY started last night! Woohoo! I think it’s gonna be a good season…

There’s nothing better than fixing a meal and having your kids say, “Mom! This is great! Can I have more???”

Cooking when the lads were here was a pleasure because they seemed to really enjoy the food.* And they thanked me for cooking, all the time. Of course, they were raised proper, so it’s only fittin’ they’d use their manners.

I must not be raisin’ mine proper. They don’t use their manners with ME as often as they should.

So, on the rare occasion that my children tell me the food is good without prompting from their father, I know that life is good.

*there was a minor problem with the lads and my spaghetti…I made it vegetarian. Apparently, that was new to them. LOL But it got eaten, so there must not have been too much of an issue…

There’s nothing better than fixing a meal and having your kids say, “Mom! This is great! Can I have more???”

Cooking when the lads were here was a pleasure because they seemed to really enjoy the food.* And they thanked me for cooking, all the time. Of course, they were raised proper, so it’s only fittin’ they’d use their manners.

I must not be raisin’ mine proper. They don’t use their manners with ME as often as they should.

So, on the rare occasion that my children tell me the food is good without prompting from their father, I know that life is good.

*there was a minor problem with the lads and my spaghetti…I made it vegetarian. Apparently, that was new to them. LOL But it got eaten, so there must not have been too much of an issue…

Well, we’ve determined that I’m the only one with a filthy mind.

Frankly, y’all don’t know what you’re missing out. I love being a dirty girl. LOL I am disappointed though that nobody else saw “Last Call for our Huge, Sweet Cherries” and immediately wondered if a Spammer had finally gotten creative.

I mean, aren’t you sick of:

Do VIAGra (Do you really “do” viagra? Is that like “doing speed”? We could really improve that subject line: Viagra, it’s speed for your other brain.)
Babe plays with a toy (too close to baby plays with toy. Not really a very good Porn Subject)
Would you prefer Folgers or my Cock in the morning? (okay, I kinda like that one. That spammer took lessons in creating a hook)
Teen girlz F’d in a public (in a public what?)
Teen tekes ase pounding (what is an ase and why is that teen teking it?)

Okay, honestly, with the “Last Call for Cherries” I was tempted to open the email–even if it had been spam! I mean, I kept thinking, at least everything was spelled correctly. And it didn’t say one thing about Teens doing or teking anything. And frankly, it was catchy.

So, all ye of the good, clean, angelic minds…ye’re missin’ out on some fun. My dirty mind keeps me in stitches…you should give it a try. It’s fun in the gutter!

*edited to add*

I just checked my email and the first thing in my inbox:

People judge your dick by the size of your shoes.

Now that’s an AWESOME subject line. roflmao!

Well, we’ve determined that I’m the only one with a filthy mind.

Frankly, y’all don’t know what you’re missing out. I love being a dirty girl. LOL I am disappointed though that nobody else saw “Last Call for our Huge, Sweet Cherries” and immediately wondered if a Spammer had finally gotten creative.

I mean, aren’t you sick of:

Do VIAGra (Do you really “do” viagra? Is that like “doing speed”? We could really improve that subject line: Viagra, it’s speed for your other brain.)
Babe plays with a toy (too close to baby plays with toy. Not really a very good Porn Subject)
Would you prefer Folgers or my Cock in the morning? (okay, I kinda like that one. That spammer took lessons in creating a hook)
Teen girlz F’d in a public (in a public what?)
Teen tekes ase pounding (what is an ase and why is that teen teking it?)

Okay, honestly, with the “Last Call for Cherries” I was tempted to open the email–even if it had been spam! I mean, I kept thinking, at least everything was spelled correctly. And it didn’t say one thing about Teens doing or teking anything. And frankly, it was catchy.

So, all ye of the good, clean, angelic minds…ye’re missin’ out on some fun. My dirty mind keeps me in stitches…you should give it a try. It’s fun in the gutter!

*edited to add*

I just checked my email and the first thing in my inbox:

People judge your dick by the size of your shoes.

Now that’s an AWESOME subject line. roflmao!

Seriously, am I the only one here with a dirty, raunchy, in the gutter mind? Am I the only one who saw that subject line from the Harry and David email and immediately thought PORN?

Well, my hubby thought the same thing. I guess we’re perfect for each other…