The Intimidator

Do you know the best words that a women in business can hear? Man, you're a bitch! Or, do you know how badly you intimidate people? The answer to both statements/questions is yes. When it comes to business, I do actually know how much of a bad ass I am. If I could transfer that to my personal life, I would honestly be unstoppable. I have worked hard at absolutely everything I have ever done my entire life. On top of that, I've learned, that as a woman, you have to create a presence about you, or you get lost in the shuffle. You have to almost command attention. I've worked with nothing but men my entire adult career life and have had to swim with the big dogs and come out on top. Half of that career was spent managing guys which makes it tougher. So, when my father sits me down to explain the intricacies of a meeting we're going into, and then proceeds to tell me that one of the people we're meeting with, who just happens to be a very good friend of his, tells him how intimidating I can be, the only thing I can do is smile. I've met this guy one time, over lunch, that was with my dad, who was cracking jokes the whole time. And the one thing this guy took from that lunch is that I'm intimidating! Well hell yeah I am, because you might have been an easy target. Or, have you met my dad? You have to put up or get out of the way when dealing with that monster. He's a tough audience. Although my skin might be as tough as nails, once you crack the exterior, the inside is a soft mushy mess. But again, not when it comes to business. You should see and hear the knuckle heads I've dealt with in my day. Not to down play any other persons profession, but the clowns that work in the radio business truly take the cake. Between the egos, and the "personalities", and the looks, I'm telling you there is nothing like it. When they see me walk in, the first thing they usually think is "well, this is going to be easy. I totally have a chance with this chick". And then I open my mouth. I sit there and let them talk, and stroke their egos and then I bring them down a notch. I have probably heard every excuses known to man and have a radio fan club as big as my radio hater club. But, the funny thing is, the reason these people hate me is not because I was mean to them. Nope, it was because I wouldn't stand for their bull shit and totally called them out on it. But take the same situation and give it to a guy who just tells them in a totally different way the same exact news and they have a buddy for life. I don't care, you can have them. I have my friends, and they are amazing, as I've mentioned. Does this make me a bitch, maybe, however, the second you see through it and call me on it, you probably have a friend for life. I LOVE when people call me out on my own shit. ESPECIALLY strangers. Well not the guy from the other night at the bar who called me 'cynical as shit', but normally I'm totally down. That guy was a douche lord who couldn't appreciate a good schtick. I mean, for Christ sake, these children were dressed in slut gear. My friends and I totally thought they were the bar hookers out early, but when we found out they were the "talent" for the evening, we had to stay. Well, until they started destroying Led Zeppelin, then we had to leave out of principle. But, so yeah, I'm sarcastic, and I'm honest, and that's just me. People love me for who I am, and if I could change it, I would. That being said, I really don't feel like I'm a mean person. I don't ever want to come across as the bully. Sure, I do make comments about people when I don't know them and should probably think about it before I say it, and unfortunately I am the person that says what everyone at the table is thinking, but again, all part of my charm. At least that's what I'm going with. Could it be the reason I'm still single? Maybe, but I don't believe it. What I believe is that there is a person out there who can totally handle me. Who can and will call me out when I'm wrong. And who can totally put me in my place. Maybe that's why Craig has been around so long. I've never met anyone who has done all of these things to me like he does. It's true I need to be tamed every now and then and for the most part I feel like I have toned it down A LOT. But again, when it comes to business, I. AM. THE. SHIT! This is why I know my day care will be successful. This is why I know I will find investors who will believe in the product as much as I do. This is why I believe that when I was in funemployment for six months, I had no doubt in my mind that the right thing was going to come along. And it did! I've worked far too hard for far too long for it to go any other way. So go ahead and call me intimidating. Say I'm totally a bitch. I'll agree with you 100% and welcome these challanges.

Fashion Police

Does anyone know what the shelf life of underwear is? I'm sure I could Google it and ask the fashion "experts" out there, but my fear is that they would probably say about three weeks, to which I would raise up in such a panic that I'm going to soon die from crotch rot or underwearatitis, that I would rather use a life line to phone a friend. I mean honestly, how embarrassing it would be to die from underwearatitis. Please promise me that if that does happen you all will just tell the other that it was from some staph infection I got in 'Nam and not because I waited too long to change out the ole bloomers. Just to be clear it's not like I'm roaming around the place in holy garments that are barely hanging on by a string. However, funny story. Some new underwear I bought, let's say within the last year, I decided to put on after a good old fashion shower. I was a little concerned that we were a little light on coverage on one side, but like a good gambling girl, I took a risk. I honestly thought that I wasn't going to participate in any strenuous activity which might involve pushing this particular pair over the brink. However, as I made it into the kitchen, a discovery was made that the garbage disposal wasn't working so as I bent over to look for the reset button, the final seconds of this favorite pair of underwear were lived. It was a sad moment indeed. It's hard work to find your favorite pair of each article of clothing that you own and when you do, your expectation is that they are going to live forever. It's not like I bought a goldfish or a plant! This is fabric people! So, as I lay my underwear down to its final resting place, I go back downstairs to find our second string player. But, as I begin to look through my drawer, I notice that my dras have somehow all become out of date. When was the last time I actually did a thorough inspection? Okay, I know that it's been a LONG time since someone has seen me on a regular basis in these things, but serious Galanty, what have you done?!?!? Do you live in workout clothes so much that you fail to notice your good undies have abandoned ship? So I started wondering if the whole one bad apple theory applies to underwear too. Like, was my favorite pair the leader and the rest of them did what she told them too? If she was going down, was everyone going with her?!?! And so out of curiosity, I took a look into the bra drawer to see if the same rebellion was going on there. I'm telling you people, I need to really start paying attention to what I'm putting on my body. I mean, what if I were to run into Justin Timberlake at a bar and he wants to feel me up and I have a hole in my bra and not to mention the fact that I wouldn't even want to take my pants off due to embarrassment. I believe this theory is going to run the remainder of my days as a single lady. WWJT!! What Would Justin Think?!?!? So as my tax return is put into my account, our 'unmentionables' in which I have devoted an entire blog too, is moved closer to the top of the list of things that MUST be purchased when I have money. Let's just hope that Justin isn't in DC this week.....

My big girl pants

After much deliberation and thought, and considering my dad is out of the office this week, I decided to take on the task of doing my taxes myself. For the longest time I honestly thought I was going to have to enlist the help of Mr. H & R block. Although, in the past, I've always been able to do my taxes myself, this year opened up the possibility of disastrous results. You see, over one years time, I've worked in three states and claimed over $700 in non-reimbursed monies, so I was a little concerned that I wouldn't get it right. I mean, I know that Turbo Tax is good, but I never thought little ole me would figure the damn thing out. I don't know what's happened between this year and last, but some one over at the Turbo Tax offices has made it idiot proof. I'm not even sure that I'm going to have to get an accountant next year if they keep this up. The one complaint I will make, because usually I have to make at least one, is that you should charge people $36 in order to file their state taxes. It's the only thing I'm really waiting on, to be honest. I mean, I have to file 3 state tax forms and one of the states I'm only getting $10 back and in another I actually owe money. Not for nothing, but I'm not sure I'm down with paying $108 for money that I'm not entirely sure it's worth it. I'll pay my taxes, don't you worry about that, but not for $36. I'm going to have a find a loop hole in that one. Oh, and another piece of advice, make sure you read the fine print before agreeing to deduct your Turbo Tax cost from your return. They like to throw in a little "gotcha" by also charging you some bank fee of an additional $29. They make it look like all they are doing is charging you the same amount of money as the use of their system, when in all honesty it's additional. Any other day you would have gotten me, Turbo Tax, but I'm on my game today! Take that government and your stupid confusing taxes. If someone as computer illiterate as I am can do their federal taxes in one hour, there might not be any stopping me. First the IRS, then THE WORLD!!!!!!

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Big drinking week this week. I'm sure to have plenty of stories of tomfoolery and highjinx later!

Frienemies

Today I'd like to tell you a few little stories about some "friends" of mine. Now I don't use these quote fingers because we're sleeping together or I want to be this persons friend or anything remotely close to that. I use quote fingers because once upon a time I truly believed that we were friends. And then somewhere along the line something happened. Maybe these people were always like this and I chose not to see it, or maybe something really did happen, but whatever the case I have lived enough of my life to realize when it is time to move forward.

Story number one:
Let's call this girl Red for the sake of the story.
I'm assuming that you all know someone that you invite to do things and without fail this person, at the very last minute bails on you? Then they come up with some off the wall story that they think you are going to believe when really all you wanted to hear was that they weren't coming? Or sometimes they don't let you know that they aren't coming, they just don't show up. Well, this is Red. I used to be friends with Red in my pre-Winston Salem days. She's actually one of the people that was friends with the gigantic gay ass hole that I told you about. However, before I left, I had gotten so tired of dealing with her excuses, that I just stopped inviting her to things. In my opinion, it's just plain rude to never show up to things that your constantly invited too. I mean, it's one thing if you tell me no, but it's an entirely different situation if you say you're coming and don't. Well, upon moving back here, Red had sent Heather and I a note stating that she had changed her ways and that she really wanted to hang out with us again. I guess after four years she realized that neither of us were really interested in her story telling ability. She had claimed that she had changed her ways and really, really wanted to get together with us. So, after chatting a bit, Heather and I decided to give her another chance. Every person deserves that right. So, we let her know our plans for both next weekend and this upcoming weekend. We gave her down to the minute detail descriptions, even going so far as to send her the website link so that she would have an idea of what she was getting into. We sent her our cell phone numbers and told her to text or call us if there were any problems. The excuses started right in upon her response. Telling us she had a meeting for the breast cancer walk, but should be out of it in plenty of time to meet up with us. If she didn't, she would text us. Immediately I went ahead and bet Heather a million dollars that she wouldn't show up. Okay, so I said I was giving her a second chance, but really I knew better. Fool me once, and all. Well, the day of our girls night out arrived, which coincidentally was the day after our email exchange. We headed out to the bar and with no note from Red, assumed she was to show up. An hour into the evening and only two beers in, because that service was so awful, and no word. Not to worry, I thought, it is only 7 pm. It's kind of early to be worrying if someone is going to show up or not. Two hours into it and our dinner finally arrived as did our next round of beers. (Side note: I'm completely sympathetic towards the food and beverage industry as a whole, however, when your bar is not crowded and it takes you two hours to make a chicken sandwich, salad, and a quesadilla, and you actually forget the quesadilla, your service is terrible. You might want to find a new line of work.) Hmmm, 8 pm and still no Red. I look to Heather and I say, don't text her yet, she's got another hour to redeem herself. It was at 9 pm when I looked at Heather, shook my head and just went, well true to form she didn't show up. It was then that Heather had the genius idea to stop by Red's local watering hole to see if she not only decided to ditch us, but to then show up to another bar with her husband. We wouldn't actually put this past Red to do. So, after paying our bill in which the bartender forgot to take off the quesadilla we never actually ate, only tipping $4, we head out to the other bar. We are greeted by a wall of people who we claim are extremely young, but only later realize that we are the older ones in the room. As we do a lap before committing to our location, we realize that neither of them are here. It is now that I allow Heather the opportunity to call and text them letting them know we are close so that they have absolutely no reason why they can't come out. First phone call attempt, personal cell, straight to voicemail. Second phone call attempt, house phone, no voice mail. Third phone call attempt, work cell, no voicemail. Two texts sent, as of today, Wednesday March 9th, still no response. As we belly up to the bar, the remainder of our night is spent bashing Red and wondering why in the world we put ourselves through this again. It wasn't until Monday morning when I awoke and noticed an email from Red herself subject line, so.....i suck. What I wanted to say was, no argument from me. But instead I keep to the "if I don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" motto. Upon further reading of this email, it goes on to say that she didn't get home until 7:30, fell asleep at 8:30, had turned her ringer off during her meeting and it wasn't until Sunday night did she realize that she had a voicemail and two texts. On top of that, she proceeds to tell us that throughout the day there was this endless nagging on her of "something that she knew she had to do that day but couldn't, for the life of her remember what that something was". Let me explain how I know this is a lie. 1. On facebook, she decided to check in at the gym in the morning. The only way one can check in anywhere is through their phone. 2. Who doesn't have their phone on their person at all times and even though it doesn't make a sound or blink that annoying light in the corner, who doesn't check to make sure there isn't anything on their screen that they've missed? 3. What grown adult, who normally spends every Friday and Saturday night at the same bar goes to bed at 8:30 pm?!?!?!? She has no kids. 4. We emailed with her FRIDAY AFTERNOON for the Saturday night activity. You mean to tell me that you forgot something within 24 hour of it supposed to be happening? I might want to shift my emotion to concern if you can't remember something the very next day. That's almost troubling.
So, okay, yes, maybe I'm blowing this way out of proportion and some of you reading this that are friends of mine might be thinking to yourself, holy crap, very small window to screw up with this girl, but it's not true at all. I consider myself a very tolerant and caring person. However, when you continue to allow me to give you the opportunity to correct past behavior that you know is not okay and then you show me by doing the exact same thing that you've been doing the entire time, what else am I supposed to do? If a guy I were dating was displaying this type of behavior, what would you tell me to do with him? Hopefully kick his ass to the curb because he obviously don't have enough respect for me to treat me the way he would want to be treated or that I deserve to be treated. And I would want you to tell me this. So, as a friend, I hold you in the same regard. Obviously that really struck a nerve with me.

Story number two:
Okay this one, I probably will get in a little bit of trouble about, but I'd like to stop an epidemic which is sweeping our nation. I'm all on board the affordability that text messaging and emailing provides us. I get the fact that some people, instead of sending individual messages to people, prefer to send them out in mass style. And I might actually let you get away with it for a Happy Thanksgiving or Happy New Year or Merry Christmas. I'm not saying I like, it , but I'll let it slide in comparison. I am, however, going to draw the line if you're going to give such big news as a wedding announcement, birth of a child, or a pregnancy. I feel that if we're that good of friends maybe a little personalized note with it, or a phone call, or something other than reading it on facebook, blogosphere, mass email/text. I don't know, call me old fashion, but the reason that I went to TCU over going to UT was because I felt like I wanted to be a name, not just a number. And again, maybe I hold my friendships in too high a regard that I treat them way differently than some other people. And then again, maybe as I'm writing this I realize I should be taking some sort a of hint in that I'm not friends with these people the way I thought I was. Huh, well that one made me think a little bit.

So the moral of these stories, as usually I have them, if not for you all, then definitely for myself is that communication is a huge thing in this world and with all of the new ways to get stuff out there, sometimes getting back to the basics means more to someone than you might think.

What happens in Vegas....

I gotta say, if technology had nuts, I would totally kick him in them right now. Yesterday was a total nightmare trying to figure out how to configure my Outlook to match up to the network server. It took me two hours before I sent out an SOS signal into the sky and have someone help me. It then took me an additional 5 hours to figure out why my email was not being sent to my phone. I thought I had everything inputted into the system correctly, but nothing seemed to be happening except for a danger exclamation point symbol popping up and telling me that my email wasn't working. Well, excuse my French, but no shit Sherlock. Instead of showing me the sad clown face, why don't you send someone here obviously smarter than me to figure it out?!?!?!? Sad faces and exclamation points are just condescending. You should be ashamed of yourself. So, that was yesterday. Today, I've spent the better part of the morning yelling at the scanner for eating my papers or doing nothing at all. And then the afternoon wondering why the mail merge that I did on Monday has somehow morphed into a new being completely and now won't take the new data entries into the template. I can't tell you how many times I imagined taking a baseball bat to these machines and drowning them in gasoline and then lighting a match. The creators of the movie Office Space were onto something. One can never feel dumber than when one is staring down the face of machinery who you know is just sitting there laughing at you.

And now onto more important things. So last week I mentioned that I was heading to Vegas for a job interview. And considering that I was so vague I'm imagining that your first thoughts were of a showgirl try out, stripper audition, or celebrity impersonator. So close on all of those assumptions, and part of me wishes that any of those were true. But, I'm happy to announce that I will not be changing the title of my blog because in radio is exactly where I'll be staying. I never thought I would utter those words again, but this new company is allowing me the opportunity to get back into the world that I have spent the majority of my adult life, while continue to live out the dream of opening my dog daycare. When I first got the call about the job, I really thought it was almost too good to be true. How could a company encourage me to do something with my extra time, even when they were paying me? I've always waited for the other shoe to drop when something was way too good too be true, but after much self convincing, I know this is exactly the opportunity I deserve. I can't tell you how many days I've sat behind a desk and wondered why I'm taking up a chair at all? When I do work, I work my ass off, but I've never really had a job that required my year 'round attention. Now I have the chance to do things on my own timeline and be happy at the same time. Of course I could write you all in a few months saying that my trepidation of taking this job was a reality and now I'm living in my car with my dog wondering just how long we both can go before I start to eat her. I don't think it will get to that point, but hey, anythings possible. So, I'm happy to report that after 6 months of funemployment I am gainfully employed and moving to a city near you. For the time being, I'm going to sit tight and make some money so that I'm able to move, but in the meantime I'm just going to have to make due with my room mates :o) I don't know if Scout will make it out alive, but I'll do just fine. I guess with her, moving home meant that her animal status moved up from dog to goat. I've heard of dogs eating some crazy things, but this particular animal has gotten into EVERYTHING. She's eaten everything from dad's glasses, to phone cords, an ENTIRE tin of cupcakes, a loaf of bread, pillows, paper towels, oven mitts, towels, wrappers, money (well to her credit, she's only eating half of the bills, but still. We try to check her poop for change, but sadly there is none to report) you name it, it's not safe in the house. Unless of course you are her actual food and that she's been picky enough not to eat. Today I get a call from Meg asking me if I had thrown away a container of vitamins because it was empty. The answer was no, but somehow she got into the drawer in my bathroom and took out the empty container, got bored with that, found the cookie wrappers that were hidden somewhere downstairs, got bored with that, started working on the pillows, got bored with them so went upstairs to have a nap. The amazing thing is that the gate was up to prevent her from even going downstairs. This kid is the best magician that money can't buy. It honestly amazes me how we haven't ended up in urgent care with her yet. I'm sure there are things that we haven't even seen her eat that she's gotten into. For a few days, Meg was missing her Netflix DVD and I thought, oh God, here we go again, but we found that in an unexpected place. (that's not unusual for the Galanty house though) I mean, my brother lives with an honest to goodness goat, and I wonder how different the two of them actually are. I mean besides the fact that it's not weird to own a dog. Last night my dad came home and probably said the funniest line of 2011. Meg had asked about my brother and how things were going in the new place and he says "Well, first of all, the goat is now living in the house". I thought I was going to pee my pants. If this were a euphemism for anything it might not be so funny, but in the literal sense, that is the funniest thing I've ever heard. I mean, for starters, did you really think if you were going to move in with someone who got a goat, that that animal wouldn't somehow make it into the house? I mean, what kind of crazy nut job wakes up and thinks to themselves that their life is incomplete somehow, but if only they had a goat they would be fulfilled? And then, what type of person also says, the person that I'm going to live with decided one day to get a goat. This is awesome. The goat is so cute. To me, I can't honestly say who is worse? The dirty hippie for getting the goat, or my brother for thinking it was going to be okay. But then, it keeps getting funnier, or to me at least. I literally just got off the phone with my brother who says, "I leave the house for 2 minutes and by the time I get back, there is goat shit on my bed". I honestly tried not to laugh directly into the phone, but did you honestly expect a different result? THE LADY HAS A GOAT!!!! I sometimes wonder how he and I are related.

I think that just about wraps up the latest in the dramady that can sometimes be my life. I hope I have kept you entertained, line by line.

Weather What?!?!?!?

Okay, so riddle me this? How in the world was I driving around Northern Virginia, last week, with the top down on my convertible and this week I have my winter coat back on? It's like Mother Nature was saying, hey kids, I know you got hit really bad last year with this terrible winter storm so I'm going to throw you a bone. But this bone is going to be a very tiny one that you can't really touch, but rather admire from a very, very, VERY far distance. Have I mentioned that I hate winter, because I do.

Considering that I don't have anything earth shattering to report, allow me a few moments to catch you up on the latest in this girls life.....

DOG DAY CARE: Had a great idea for a name, The Scooby Shack, which immediately got squashed because an IP lawyer just knew I would get sued by Hannah Barbarra. However, my confusion lies not in the fact that I would get sued, because God knows I don't want too, but in the fact that upon Googling the name, I come up with at least three other businesses with the same name. If those names aren't trademarked, how will I be the one being sued? One friend of mine suggests that I literally call HB to find out if I could use the name, which I'm toying with because I REALLY like the name. Other than that, I have decided to move the business to Long Beach due to the massive amounts of dogs and people in the area. I've done the math and shockingly the cost of doing business in Long Beach, CA vs. Southlake, TX is very similar. I thought I was going to lose my shirt, but it looks like everything is coming together.

COOKING: I'm so excited to report that I started cooking from my Rachel Ray cookbook again. I'm also proud to say that the two recipes that I made in a week; Florentine Meatballs and Fajita Burgers were both amazing. I'm still toying with the idea of taking the Julie and Julia blog concept of talking about each of the recipes I make from her, but I honestly don't want to challenge my good friend Rachel. Stayed tuned for next weeks Paella burgers. I have no idea how they will come out, but I love Paella and I love burgers, so I feel like it can't fail.

WEIGHT: I'm going to call complete BS on the whole P90x concept. Although it's been 6 months from me leaving North Carolina, I have lost a total of 12 pounds, on my own! I work out when I want to. Basically eat what I want to, in moderation, and don't have some alien life form, also known as Tony Horton, screaming at me to keep it up. I will admit that I was a sucker for the system and if it worked for you, than congratulations, I just don't want someone telling me I have to workout every day and eating only specific foods that will cost me way more at the grocery store. Wow, what a great life coach I would be :o) Don't listen to those other guys kids, just do what I say and you'll get the results you want :o)

VEGAS: I will only mention this briefly. Yes, I will be going to Vegas on an over-night trip on Thursday. This is to attend a job interview/company retreat with a new company who is courting me. I will talk more about this later, but I do believe there are some people who deserve the respect to hear this news from me directly instead of reading it on a blog that "somehow" made it to their attention. Not that I haven't learned first hand how my blog could be taken out of context and come back to bite me in the ass or anything....but I digress.

THE BACHELOR: Okay yes, I am watching this season again, and ONLY because the hottest contestant that has ever graced the screen of my television has made a repeat performance. The girls have done anything but disappoint me on this journey either. I know how invested I am in a show when I'm yelling at the screen every time that Brad didn't vote Michelle off. Even though the ending of last weeks show was ruined for me, I continued to see the sweet justice prevail. A question was asked of me if I would ever want to be on that show and the short answer is no. I would NEVER ever, EVER want to date the same guy as 20 other women. At least with me knowing about it. I have a hard enough time when someone doesn't answer their texts right away and I immediately jump to the conclusion that he's on some sort of date. Could you imagine my crazy ass on that show knowing that my subject of desire is off gallivanting with some other slut doing God knows what, while I sit at our Whoretel with the other rejects of the night. Yeah, I just don't think it would work out for me.

So, wish me luck on Thursday, even though I know I won't really need it. I hope to at least have some crazy stories from that trip for you guys....Man, my life is a little boring lately. I need to spice it up a bit.

Okay, okay, I know you haven't heard from me in weeks and have been wondering what on earth happened to me. Well, to make a long story short, I regret to inform you that upon attempting to knock over an ATM, and get away with it, I got caught. This is what happens when you listen to your friends who come up with a "can't fail" scenario....which is exactly what happened, it failed. Who knew that this certain ATM location was a hot spot for undercover cops. I was arrested immediately and detained for what seemed to be the longest length of time in my life. I had to endure the worst possible living conditions any person should EVER. Jail is not a place that people should visit, let alone live. You know how I used to say that I'm too pretty to go back to jail, well, now I can mean it. "Thankfully", due to overcrowding, I was sent home and placed under house arrest. I was too embarrassed to blog during that time, so I went silent. Heck, even my closest friends that weren't involved in this terrible scheme had no idea what happened. I'm only confessing now because of many constant reminders that my blog has been empty. Plus, I was really running out of excuses as to why I wasn't around...soooo, there you have it.


Raise your hands if you actually believed that story? That over thinker, do-gooder me, would actually get arrested for doing something as stupid as trying to knock over an ATM? I've seen Barber Shop, and Barber Shop 2, which in and of itself is a crime, but those two idiots couldn't make it happen, and that's a movie. Usually everything works out in the movies. No, if I'm going to get arrested, it's going to be for something far more calculated than that. I'm a go big or go home kind of girl. If I'm getting caught, it's on purpose. To become legendary. I only made this story up to potentially have something entertaining in this blog, in the event that I disappoint you with the truth. The reason I went MIA is because I'd just been back in California for the past 10 days. Just living the life at Pebble Beach. Soaking up the 70 degree weather while my friends back here on the East Coast were dealing with snow and cold. If it's any consolation, I wasn't outside very much. If the shoe was on the other foot, I wouldn't care, but 70 degree weather in February...I'll take it. I'd love to say that the most interested thing happened to me at Pebble, but it didn't. This tournament was MUCH slower than The Open, but actually had celebrities. I will now take this moment to focus on what a pain in the ass celebrities really are.
1. They walk around pretending that they don't want attention from everyone around them, but the second they are around, it's pure chaos. My recommendation, celebrities, order room service if you really don't want people to fawn over you.
2. They immediately think that every one around them knows who they are. Considering my Bible is People magazine, of course I'm going to know who most of these clowns are, but please don't assume that just because you are a singer, that you are going to be immediately recognized by everyone around you.
3. Not only does the camera add 10 pounds, it adds 10 inches. All these people are short. I mean, even with flats on, I'm staring at the top of Kevin Costner's head. Oh, and Padma, eat a sandwich. I thought that if I sneezed you were going to blow down the stairs. You work on a cooking show for Christ sake. Don't you think you should actually eat what they are cooking?
4. George Lopez....stop asking my cocktail servers to break up with their boyfriends. They only have one kidney as it is and they aren't going to give it to you....ohhhhh burn.
To be honest, the only celebrity I have anything nice to say about is Clay Walker. Although my friends at Pebble would disagree with me. He was so humble when he walked in with his adorable little family. The hostess had no idea who he was and he actually runs a charity tournament there once a year. Of course I spoke to him like we were old friends. Got him a table right away, and not because he's Clay Walker, but because he had two little kids, under the age of 3 with him and if there is anything that I know, it's that if you are coming to a restaurant to eat with a child, let alone two, you are ready to eat now. You have no time to dilly dally. Of course it didn't hurt how well he has aged because he's still cute as a button.

All in all, it was an okay 10 days away. I really missed my dog and wanted to get home sooner than normal. I know for 10 days away I don't really have much to say, but if Dad knew I was blogging instead of doing his to-do list for him, I'd be in some trouble :o)

Hope to talk with you guys again before the weeks out!

Late!