SUCH an idiot...or, How Florida Learned Just How Uncool I Really Am...

So you know how my last post has "like WHOA" in it's title?

Well, I didn't properly credit my friend Jackie for introducing me to the phrase, which I blatantly stole and have been using, well, like WHOA.

I am sitting watching the news and texting with Florida warning him to be prepared for my new phrase (I'm still introducing him to 'btws' (bee tee dubs), and LolSpeak)...here is how our convo is playing out:

WARNING: semi-scmoopy dialog to follow...

Bea: Have I mentioned today that I miss you like whoa?

Florida: Um no, I don't think so...

Bea: Oh well I do. Like Whoa. That is my new phrase, btws. I plan on using it daily. Be prepared. I will heart you like whoa. I will be hungry like whoa. I will be hot or cold like whoa. Be prepared. (some other quasi-dirty stuff was written too, but I'm not going to repeat it!)

Florida: like whoa!! You must be listening to that song :)

Bea: It's a song?

Florida: Yea...you didn't know that?

***

Sigh...so uncool. It really is amazing that this boy likes me so much...

...like WHOA. (Sorry, couldn't help myself!)

Cheers,

Sweet Bea

PS Ok so I tried to YouTube "Like Whoa" to hear the song Florida was referring to...and 2 songs came up and I have no idea which one it is!

This one, by Mya...

or this one by Aly and AJ

UPDATE: It's neither of those. It's by Black Rob...and I do actually think I've heard it before. Could I BE any cooler? Sheesh!

I need to do laundry like WHOA

I do not know what is wrong with me lately!

I have so much paperwork to do - stupid taxes (which will be a nightmare because of the campaign), medical insurance claims due to the fall, and I know for a fact I need to organize my files that have been neglected since before I went to CA for the campaign (read: May.)

So what am I doing?

Laying in bed, in my jammies, on the blogs.

Now, I could have grabbed all my paperwork and worked on it from my bed. But no.

I'm trying to figure out what to wear to do laundry. Seriously.

I need to wash my pjs.

But if I change out of my pjs, what do I put on?

Jeans? Nope, need to wash them all TODAY.

Other pj pants? Nope, those need to go into the "colors" load.

Workout pants? Nope, those need to go in the "darks" with the jeans.

Ok ok, I'll leave the PJ bottoms on, whatevs. But what about the shirt?

Need to wash the t-shirt I'm wearing with the "darks." UGH!

This might be the stupidest conversation with myself I've ever had. And believe you me...that's saying something. But I felt like sharing with all of you.

Somebody please put me out of my unemployed misery!!!

Cheers,

Sweet Bea

PS - does anyone else have massive problems with the Italic button not functioning? When I try to write something in italics it's fine...but when I try and go back to normal font, it won't stop writing in italics, even when I edit the HTML. The only thing that works is highlighting what I've written in italics (that is supposed to to be normal) and then unclick the Italic button. It's driving me CRAZY!

Still hiding...

...seriously, I'm still in my room.

I haven't even gone out to eat lunch. It's almost 6:00 p.m. I'm quite hungry.

I seriously need a life, and a new roommie.

BUT that is not what this post is about.

This post is about how RANDOM my life in DC is.

So my Bestie's boyfriend is in town. He lives in LA and is a lawyer, moving back to DC (yay!) I'm not sure if Bestie or I are more excited for this. He's HILAR.

Anywho, he called me at 11:00 am this morning and woke me up (jerk) because I stayed up until past 4:00 a.m. chatting with Florida (the boy) and planning our vacay to Florida (the state.)

Her boyfriend, gK, wanted to know what Friend's email address was. They know each other, so I didn't think twice about it.

But then, once I started to stir from my dogmatic slumber, I started wondering why gK had asked. So I asked him.

Turns out, my old boss is nominated for an Assistant Cabinet Secretary post. (And gK is trying to get a job.)

This is not an old Congressmember I worked for, no no. My old direct supervisor. My old Chief of Staff.

My old Chief of Staff who makes us play a really inappropriate hazing game when first starting in the office.

My old Chief of Staff who I used to get HAMMERED with in the office!

My old Chief of Staff who made me drive her to her Craft Club after work one night while we sang and danced in the car.

My old Chief of Staff who told me I should have taken Friday off to go to Ocean City, MD for a FIRST DATE! (long story...)

My old Chief of Staff who used to make up silly names for my ex-boyfriends.

My old Chief of Staff who sings loud, off-key Happy Birthday songs.

My old Chief of Staff who made me the cutest green and navy headband (which she learned at Craft Club) as a going away present, along with a bunch of bath productes that were all green (color, not organic)

My Old Chief of Staff who set me up with her waxer (Debbie at Fusion Day Spa if you're out there, I love you!) and gave me intimate details about Brazilian bikini waxes.

My old Chief of Staff who is a mere 4 years older than me!!!!!

I suppose this is how DC works. But it is just so, so, so strange to me to think how people move in this city.

Anyways, I just thought I'd share that with you. Thinking about our very frank conversations about Debbie always makes me giggle, and I need a giggle today (especially when I realize that someone just 4 years older than me is going to be Obama's freakin' Cabinet(!) and I can't find a job anywhere on the Hill...)

Ok...I NEED food...I'm starting to get a headache. Wish me luck as I try to find something I don't have to cook (since I'm fairly certain each and every pot and pan (all mine, of course) are dirty...

Cheers!

Sweet Bea

I'm in hiding...

I'm hiding in my room and not coming out!

I just walked outside of my room to go potty (or as Grandma Bea calls it, "void." OOH would I get in trouble when I said "I have to pee." "Ladies don't say 'pee' Sweet Bea," she'd always remind me. Makes me giggle to think about it now) and nearly had a panic attack.

Let me back up.

I like my roommate. I like her a lot - we get along great and she's been really wonderful after the whole Badger-ripped-out-my-heart-and smooshed-it-on-the-sidewalk debacle I am still going through.

And I am not the neatest person even known to grace this fair Earth of ours, and I would never claim to be.

But you see, sweet friends, I lived on my own for 3 years before taking off to California for this past campaign season. And after the campaign ended and I was looking at places back here in DC, the prices had jumped. A lot. To an out of my price range level. So, I started looking at roommates.

Roommate and I had met before - she's from my hometown (actually grew up literally around the corner from me) and is friends with my friend Friend's girlfriend (jeez, could that have BEEN anymore confusing??) She is 5 years younger than me.

I found her on the wonderful CraigsList.org, and sent an email basically just asking how big the room was (I had given up on the cutesy emails I'd sent to like 9 million other potential roommates by this point.) An hour or so later, her boyfriend (who is Badger's best friend and old roommie, and one of my really close friends too) called me and said "You just sent an email to my girlfriend about an apartment."

Random, I know. She knew she knew me because when she went to respond, my name already had popped up in her Gmail because we were always on email chains together with our group of friends out here.

I could share the many, many stories of how she has been a ridiculous roommate, but I won't. Well, technically, I did start writing them down...but perhaps they should be a weekly segment instead...Lord knows there are enough of them! And probably, part of my problem is that I haven't had to deal with a roommate in over 3 years. But this is ridiculous.

Here is what I saw when I walked out of my room:

A pile of her clean (I can only hope) laundry on the floor of the living room. Including panties.

A sink OVERFLOWING with her dirty dishes from breakfast yesterday. Overflowing means not only in the sink, but on the counter next to the sink, and still on the stove. OH, and we have a dishwasher...

Her dirty ass running shoes on the floor of the bathroom - from 2 weeks ago.

Her spare sheets in the washing machine for the 3RD WEEK! She has neglected to put them into the dryer for 3 WEEKS and instead just keeps re-washing them over and over and over again (I seriously think we are on re-wash #4), which of course prevents me from doing MY laundry. They are about to be dumped on the floor next to her pile of possibly-clean clothes in the living room.

Now, like I said, I'm not the neatest person around. I've been known to let me dishes pile up for a day or 2. Or leave papers or stuff around the living room. I won't lie.

But this is a constant struggle I have with her. It is endless.

I know for a fact that yesterday morning she did wash her dishes from last Monday's dinner she and her boyfriend cooked...because she did it while I was in the shower. We don't have enough hot water for us to both take consecutive showers as it is - and half the time the hot water runs out long before either of us are done with our showers - so why the hell did she wait 6 days to wash her dishes when I was in the shower???

I am sick and tired of being treated like her maid. If she wants to pay me to clean the house everyday, that is fine. I'll gladly do it while I am looking fora real job. But this is ridiculous.

I had to help her clean the apartment for her friend's arrival 2 days after I got my concussion in January. I literally almost passed out while vacuuming. (Seriously, saw stars and felt my head get all hollow and start to go white.) But I was expected to do clean.

She complained that the dishes hadn't been done and were smelling (HER DISHES!) when I had the stomach flu a few weeks ago, and I got up and did the dishes while she was out boozing with her boyfriend (and THEN had the nerve to COOK WHILE I WAS DOING THE DISHES!) I couldn't even stand up straight because my stomach was cramping so badly, but there I was at 2:00 a.m. doing the damn dishes so I didn't have to hear her yell again (and frankly, they smelled like ass and it was making me more nauseated to lie there and smell them.)

She promised me for 4 days that she would take out the garbage (since I had scrubbed the rest of the house, including mopping the floors for the first time since she moved in last JULY and washing out the garbage can that her shit overflowed into and was perma-smelling) and finally I took it out because Florida was coming over that night and we were having our cooking date.

I swear I am at my wit's end with her. I hate complaining but I just do not know what to do with/about her, and it's stressing me out completely. And I'm not trying to act like a martyr, but I am trying to keep my share of the bargain and I feel like I'm being completely taken advantage of.

The lease is up in July (thank GOD) and we aren't even discussing living together again, which is nice.

So, sweet friends, I am turning to you for help and advice. Does anyone out there have any suggestions?

Cheers...

Sweet Bea

PS - did I mention that her best friend from high school is in town with us? Yea...I found out last Monday that was coming 2 days later (Wednesday)...and she doesn't leave until tomorrow. She's actually been awesome and fun to hang out with - not to mention CLEAN(ish). Sigh...

PPS - did I mention also that she invited her friend from college to live on our couch, for free, for the summer while she interns?

Why being a man is AWESOME...

HAPPY TOURNAMENT THURSDAY!

Since I will probably be consumed with the Tournament for the next 2 days (have you gotten your Bloggy Bracket done yet? Email me at SweetBeaBlogs (at) gmail (dot) com to get the invite!) I wanted to send a quick post out to the blogosphere for what might be one of the most awful amazing inventions EVER.

And it also simply goes to prove why being a man is so much more awesome than being a woman.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE being a girl. I love high heels, pearls, makeup and perfume.

I suppose, however, I could be a drag queen and still get those benefits, plus the ability to use this gem:

Image courtesy of MATCO

Yup. That's a golf club. That you pee into. Introducing...UroClub.

How many times has this happened? You’re playing 18 holes with your best buddies, drinking sport-“ades”, water, beer, etc. You’re coming up to the 3rd hole with no rest room in sight. There are no trees or bushes around and you just have to go, what are you going to do?
-UroClub Website

Well, if you have this little miracle, you just pee into your club.

Thank God - otherwise we'd be stuck with a bunch of golf dudes looking like this:

another AWESOME image courtesy of MATCO

But gee golly gosh, Sweet Bea, how does it work?

Why fine readers, let me show you!

yea yea yea, another image from MATCO

Friends, I swear I can't make this stuff up.

The website proclaims the capacity is "over half a liter, twice the volume commonly urinated" and the length is "like a standard 7 Iron," which to me, raises the following questions:

1. Ok, you've been drinking your "-ades" and have to pee by the 3rd hole, as mentioned earlier. And according to the brilliant scientists over at MATCO, the makers of the UroClub, you pee approx 1/4 Liter. Assuming you continue to consume your "-ades," wouldn't you have to pee again at the 6th hole (assuming of course that you pottied right before you teed off)? And if you pee again at the 6th hole, and you pee another 1/4 Liter, you are now at capacity. What happens at the 9th, 12th, 15th, and 18th holes?

2. The length of the UroClub is like a standard 7 Iron. I'm assuming that you'd put this club back in your bag with your other, real, clubs. And let's again assume that you keep consuming your "-ades" throughout your game. After the 6th hole (and the 2nd "use" of the club) the club has got to have some weight to it...probably near what your real 7 Iron would have. And let's admit, you're probably not the world's best golfer if you're consuming "-ades" on the course - you're probably out there just whacking away for fun. What happens when you mistakenly grab the UroClub instead of the 7 Iron for a shot on the 16th hole and the sheer force of you hitting the ground instead of the ball with all your drunken might pops the leak-proof top off and your "presents" from the 3rd and 6th holes dump out all over you?

I leave you with those burning questions, and of course, the link to order the world's worst idea ever.

Happy Tournament Thursday, sweet friends. :)

Cheers!

Sweet Bea

March Madness Reminder

Just wanted to send out a quick reminder about signing up to do a blog bracket for March Madness.

As I'm sure you ALL know, the Big Dance starts tomorrow, which means you need to get your brackets set TONIGHT.

If you want to participate - comment me and let me know ASAP (if you haven't already) and I will get the group started and send you an invite.

If I don't get a good response, I'm not going to set up a group because I've got a few others to manage already.

SO - recruit your friends and readers and let's have a fun March Madness! Remember, this is a free league and the winner gets online bragging rights.

Hope everyone is recovering from whatever their St. Patrick Day plans included...I'm still reliving the awesome memories of last nights festivities and Shamrock Shakes!

Cheers,

Sweet Bea

St. Patrick's Day! vol 2.0

Friends if you are anything like me right now, you feel like a roly poly.

A fat roly poly.

But, a fat, happy roly poly.

I want to curl up in a ball and have someone gently flick me to my destination - in this case, bed.

This evening, I was introduced to McDonald's Shamrock Shake - a delightful concoction of a vanilla shake and green mint syrup.

Green + Mint = YAY!

After festivizing for St. Patrick's Day with Always a Northerner, her hubby Alson, and Wearing Mascara, Alson was wonderful enough to not only call for the free cabs roaming around DC tonight for both me AND Wearing Mascara, but also went to buy the happy foursome Shamrock Shakes.

Extra large Shamrock Shakes.

Which I downed in the 10-minute cab ride home.

Which then prompted me to send Florida this adorable text:

Can you come home and roll your girlfriend to bed please?*

And sent him a picture of my blowing my cheeks out with my jacket and scarf still on making me look much larger than I am.

See sweet friends...I have priorities. I haven't even taken off my cozy scarf or jacket before I came to chat with you all.

But now you know why I feel like a roly poly.

Cheers!

Sweet Bea

*No Florida and I are not boyfriend/girlfriend yet...but I am too full of Shamrock goodness to text anything else. He just has to deal with it. :)

St. Patrick's Day!

Hello my little shamrock friends!

AP Photo/Ron Edmonds

Happy St. Patrick's Day to each and every one of you!

Of course, your dear Sweet Bea loves this "faux-liday" because (in case you couldn't tell) green is my favorite color.

I started my celebration with a second interview at a retail establishment here in DC, and I got the job! It will certainly be a change from political life, but I think it will be a battery-charging change for the time being.

The celebration then went on to a Mongolian BBQ joint for an early lunch (seriously, we opened the restaurant at 11:30 a.m.) with a friend, complete with ginormous beers. YUM. We took pictures of us with our beers and sent them to our friends. Ha ha.

For my job interview, I decided to keep is simple - old Gap white camp shirt, black J Crew cashmere tee, and my Ann Taylor kelly green patent belt, jeans (yes, it was a jeans appropriate interview), and my black boots.

But now I'm conflicted as to what to wear tonight!

Green polo with jeans?

Green long sleeve t-shirt?

Green cardigan?

Green argyle sweater?

Green J Crew Sophia dress? (HAHA that would be totally ridiculous, but hey, it is green!)

So confused... :(

But, this is a wonderful type on confused - it means I am fortunate to have a closet full of wonderful green things to choose from. Many people these days aren't so lucky.

I hope you all have a wonderfully fun and SAFE! St. Patrick's Say!

Cheers,

Sweet Bea

An Irish Blessing

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

-St. Patrick

March Madness Blogger Bracket???

I know I just posted, but I had this thought and wanted a separate title.

Anyone out there in blogger land want to put together a March Madness bracket?

I'm thinking it would be free - so the winner gets bragging rights throughout the blogosphere.

Open to anyone and everyone in our fabulous bloggy networks.

I'm happy to do the leg work of getting everything set up (since I have some free time on my hands)

Shoot me a comment if you'd like to participate!

Cheers,

Sweet Bea

Selection Sunday!

Selection Sunday starts in ONE HOUR!

I heart NCAA Basketball.

After a devastating loss to the horrendous Southern California (gotta love refs who get paid by conferences that get money for each conference team they get into the tournament...) my spirits are picked up to see just who will make it into The Big Dance.

My Arizona State Sun Devils? Check - probably with a 6 or 7 seed.

My second team, the rascally Badgers of the University of Wisconsin? Should be in...though with a high, high seed (am thinking around 12...but 12/5 upsets are my favorite and my specialty)

Hometown Saint Mary's Gaels? They are on the bubble right now...but I think they should be in. If they don't get in, Roommate (and St. Mary's Alum) will be horrendous to deal with...since her rival Gonzaga (and boyfriend's alma mater) will be in for sure.

My rival, University of Arizona Wildcats? Not looking likely (which means I win a $50 bet I made over Christmas that Arizona would not make it into the tourney) though I wouldn't put it past the selection committee to continue Arizona's streak of consecutive March Madness appearances (the longest in the nation.)

And last but not least? FLORIDA WILL NOT BE IN.

Who will be the overall #1 seed? Louisville.

Other #1 seeds? Memphis, UNC, and perhaps Duke or Michigan State. Ugh to all of them.

Just some of my thoughts as we get ready for Selection Sunday (yay!)

Cheers,

Sweet Bea

Update from Florida (in Alabama)

So as I've whined about before, Florida is in Alabama leading USAF Drill Camp for a month.

Le sigh...

We've been keeping in constant contact via text messages (thank GOD I now have unlimited texts) and since I upgraded my text plan so I don't get another $350 cell bill again, I also can send and receive picture messages...so that's been fun. :) I wish I knew how to get them from my cell to my laptop...I'd post some for you - I have a great one of him drilling with bayonets all around his face (a very, very dangerous move obviously, but he trained his men well and trusts them completely...even if I don't!)

Anywho, they are down at Maxwell AFB outside Montgomery...and from what I understand, there ain't a whole lot to do. Basically Hooters, Buffalo Wild Wings, and a movie theater.

So last night, Florida, his best friend, and some of the other guys (all married or with girlfriends, except my poor Diet Boyfriend) decide to go to BWW for food and beer.

Florida is a goofball. He is the life of the party. He's the kind of guy who enters air guitar contests - and wins, hands down. He's just a funny, funny guy. We're always laughing when we're together, which is awesome.

Florida is also competitive. Very competitive. And, (and I've seen this in person so I can attest to it) he is a human garbage disposal.

We went to grab food at Panera one night, and I ordered my standard Asiago Roast Beef with extra horseradish sauce, apple, and water. Florida ordered a bowl of soup, one of their large salads, AND a sandwich.

And proceeded to eat it in about the same time it took me to eat my one, solitary sandwich.

It truly is impressive to watch him eat. As weird as that sounds.

So back to last night...

The boys get to Buffalo Wild Wings and decide to order wings and beer (obvi. What else would you order there?)

My Florida orders his wings, and the table looks at him like they can't believe what they heard.

FLORIDA ORDERED 50 WINGS. FOR HIMSELF.

Now, I know wings are small. I love me some hot wings. LOVE hot wings. But 50 wings???

I wish I could post the picture of him with a HUGE grin holding his 2 BUCKETS of wings. I would not, however, post the picture of him midway through the wings, with sauce all over his face (as funny as it is.)

Needless to say, not only did my Florida put down the 50 wings, he also polished off 2 pitchers of beer.

Like I said...he's the human garbage disposal. Unbelievable.

So - you may be asking yourselves...why on earth is Bea posting about her quasi-boyfriend's digestive abilities?

Well sweet friends, the answer is simple:

He wanted me to.

He loves hearing about my blog, about my blog friends, what I post about him, that I call him Florida, and trying to come up with clever ways of getting me to tell him what it's called (he'll never figure it out, I'm positive.)

And he's very proud of himself. One of his guys tried to keep up with him and only got to 37 before quitting.

So, in honor of my man proudly serving his country by shoving as many chicken wings in his mouth as humanly possible, you have this humble post. :)

Sigh...

I hope you all are having lovely Saturdays - it's mild but cloudy here, and supposed to rain...so I think I might hunker down in the apartment and work on organizing my closet (right now there are dressed mixed in with polos...it's anarchy in there!) while blasting my iTunes' "Getting Stuff Done" mix (basically my fave songs to keep me motivated.)

Cheers!

Sweet Bea

My Latest Diet...

I have a pseudo-boyfriend.

I have a faux-boyfriend.

We came to the conclusion, after he had a discussion with his friends, that we are in fact, in a relationship. Which I am fine with.

I am in lots of relationships - with my friends, with my colleagues...heck with the cheese lady at Eastern Market! So being in a relationship with Florida isn't scary.

It is scary when he says that he wants to be my boyfriend. And, therefore, me his girlfriend.

Ugh...those big scary words again. Why the heck is he doing this! We agreed, from the very beginning, that we both needed to take things slow. Like practically backwards slow. We were both getting out of tough breakups that caught us out of the blue, and were both still not really healed from them.

We both also have talked about not wanting to see other people...so why the need to start putting labels and titles on things? We've been on the same page since Day One.

So, last night, we were talking (have I mentioned that we're now talking on the phone? I like his voice...it's quite nice to actually talk to him instead of just text when we're not together) and he came up with the perfect solution for me, right now:

He is my Diet Boyfriend. Same great taste, fewer scary issues.

All the benefits of having a boyfriend (including the commitment. I don't want you to think that I'm being all weird about this because I want to be messing around with others) but without the scary part of actually being His Girlfriend.

So, perhaps I am silly, but I'm too scared to fully commit publicly that we are, in fact, in a relationship (even though we clearly are.) I should be so lucky that he wants to move our relationship forward and is willing and open to talk about it with me.

But I'm too scared of getting hurt again by falling for someone who I know is leaving. Like Badger.

So, until then, I will GLADLY have my Diet Boyfriend. :)

An early morning helping of Meatloaf...

So...I'm heading off to a food service retail job interview this morning.

I heard yesterday from the person who would be my boss' boss that they have a great field of applicants, more like what they are looking for than in the past.

"You know, people 19-21 years old, college kids."

I'm staring 30 in the face.

And found a grey hair today.

On my temple.

And my hair is pulled back.

And wearing it down is NOT an option.

And I'm rocking out to Meatloaf's Paradise by the Dashboard Light.

My competition probably doesn't even know who Meatloaf is.

Happy Friday the 13th, darlins...

Cheers,

your blogging elder,

Sweet Bea

I. Can't. Move.

I am sore from head to toe. Even my fingers hurt...and it's not from texting Florida 24-7.

See, this weekend in our Nation's Capitol, Spring made her first wonderful appearance. It's hard to imagine that one week ago we were under the largest amount of snow of the season...and this weekend it was in the 70s and I have a little sunburn on my shoulders.

Thursday was starting to get warm - I walked to Eastern Market for some fruit for the chocolate fondue I was making for Florida and my first cooking date at my house. He was in charge of the salmon and the veggies, and I was in charge of wine and dessert...but I forgot the wine because I suck.

As I was walking back from Eastern Market nom'ing on the strawberries I just bought (and ate half of them on the walk back...) this big black truck pulled up next to me with a very cute driver...and I realize it's Florida who happened to drive past me en route to my house. Which was awesome, except I wasn't wearing my cute date outfit and had no makeup on yet. Boo :( It had now been 2 weeks since he'd seen me in makeup. Luckily, he says he doesn't care...the first night we had a sleepover he looked at me in the morning and said that I was one of the lucky ones who was just as beautiful in the morning as I was at night. Yay me :) But I still want to be cute, damnit!

Friday was great - Florida and I went out on King Street with some of his friends to Murhpy's and Rock It Grill (scene of Karaoke to the Death last month) and then headed back to my house because he had to be on base at 8:00 a.m. to catch the plane to Alabama. Needless to say, after joining my friends at Cafe Berlin on Mass for happy hour and then going to King Street to meet up with the boys, I was a little tipsy by the time we got back to my house...and promptly fell asleep. When that darned alarm went off at 6:30 a.m. I wanted to shoot myself - my head hurt SO MUCH! Needless to say...we didn't exactly get to have the goodbye either of us wanted. Stupid, yummy, delicious stupid Hefeweizen... :(

Saturday was so warm and toasty outside so the bestie, BP's girlfriend, and I decided to hit up the rooftop bars on U Street. Line at Marvin was too long, so we headed across the street to Tabaq. I had never been there before...but let me tell you, I will be back. I loved the rooftop bar and the food and drinks were quite tasty! After Tabaq, we decided to head back to Marvin to see if the line had calmed down. It had, and so we hiked up to their rooftop deck.

It was a cluster. It was so uncomfortably crammed with drunk idiots that we were only there for one round. We literally had to listen to a migrating duo discuss the virtues of dryer sheets. DRYER SHEETS! Ugh. I say migrating because they literally started off on my right side and drunkenly wandered/stumbled all the way over to my left. The guy literally had his ass on the knee of another poor guy who happened to be sitting at the fence talking to a girl. It was insane.

After a very rude driver refused to take us home (would not even unlock the door so we could get in and almost drove over BP's girlfriend's foot in the process of peeling out away from us) we finally got a cab and headed home, where I started to late-night text Florida...for 3 hours. Poor kid :(

Sunday was even warmer than Saturday so the crew decided to head to B&B (Bagels & Baguettes - our weekend breakfast spot) and then play a little softball.

Now, you probably remember what happened the last time we played softball...lucky Florida and his balls weren't here to be hit this time around. I did text him and say that I was going to avenge them for him... but it turns out not only can I barely hit I also have absolutely no control where the ball goes when I do actually made contact. I am, however, getting better at fielding...which basically means that I only sometimes hide from the ball when it's hit to me. Sigh...I did make quite a few faux double plays though (I was playing 2nd base) so I was proud.

But...now on Monday...it turns out that I might have played a little too hard (and without stretching...naughty Bea!) because I. Can't. Move.

Literally every part of my body is aching today...my arms, hands, upper back, butt, thighs, and calves. I am in soooooooo much pain :(

BUT - it felt so great to be outside this weekend playing softball and playing with my friends. Though the weather isn't supposed to be nearly as nice the rest of the week (it is so windy today I literally thought we were having an earthquake because my windows were shaking so badly!) but I know that spring truly is JUST around the corner. And how lovely is the extra hour of sunshine?

Hope you all are enjoying the first day of the week!

Cheers!

Sweet Bea

I had a threesome...

So I just have to share a funny story from last Saturday about a threesome I had.

As I mentioned here, last Friday night I went out with my bestie, BP and his girlfriend for a drink. Well, most of my "crew" of friends ended up showing up at the bar and it turned into an absolute debacle. At some drunken point, one of my friends asked me where Florida was, and that he should come out. So, since we were texting all night anyways, I decided to tell him to come to the bar. It was probably about 1:00 a.m. and he lives a half-hour away...but that didn't deter me from literally berating him into coming out. I am such a charming lady, right?

Well the debauchery continued until bar time and Florida drove me home (he only had half a beer because BP's girlfriend basically kidnapped his Guinness and drank the whole thing) and we went to bed...

...woke up in the morning at about 10 or so because my phone was ringing. Nothing worse than a early morning phone call when hungover and all you want to do is curl back up next to your hot man...but I digress.

At this point, it should be noted that some time during my drunken stumblings around my apartment the night before, I had grabbed my new Martha Stewart Cooking School book and brought it to bed. With Florida. A happy little drunken threesome with me, Florida...and Martha Stewart.

Well, for whatever reason, in the morning while I was getting the twin bed that has occupied our living room since December ready to be taken away (FINALLY! One of our friends just moved into a new place and needs a bed until she gets a job and can buy one. She was the phone call, asking if she could come get the bed) Florida decides that he wants to read up on grilling vs. bbqing, direct vs. indirect heat, and the like.

Now, imagine how hard it was for me not to jump him when I walked to open the front door to my apartment and walked past my open bedroom door, and looked in to find a partially naked Florida sitting up in my bed reading my Martha. OMG ladies I almost said "screw the friends at the door to get the bed" and jumped back into bed - he looked SO HOT.

Which means, of course, that I am slightly obsessed with Martha...and probably with Florida as well.

Well, I did open the front door to let the girls in...and when they walked past my open bedroom door they both literally stopped talking when they saw the hotness in my bed. Needless to say, I about murdered him when he offered to not only help the girls move the bed down the 3 flights of stairs, but also to put it into the truck and drive it the 2 blocks to the new apartment. I wanted him to stay in bed waiting for me...but he's too much of a good Southern gentleman (and it didn't hurt when he whispered in my ear that if he helped them move, it just meant I got to get him undressed again...)

I'm such a lucky girl :)

Alas, Florida is down in Alabama for the month leading the Air Force Drill Team camp (he left today...which probably explains why I am hermiting in my apartment on this lovely warm DC day shovelling Cheez-Its into my mouth at breakneck speed while watching college basketball. Go ASU! Go Kansas! Damn you Florida Gators!!) but at least I have the very vivid memory of the awesome threesome I had last weekend :)

Florida + Martha + Bea = HOTTNESS! :)

Hope you are enjoying this wonderful Saturday!

Cheers,

Sweet Bea

I'm a WINNER!

Sweet friends, I feel like such a horrible bloggy friend right now. ASC gave me a lovely award just after Valentine's Day, and I am just now putting it up onto my own blog - so incredibly rude of me! ASC I apologize a million times for this delay, and I truly appreciate the award :)

LOVE YA AWARD

Now, there are rules:

“These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

The blogs I would like to recognize with this award are:

Katie at A Hokie and a Wahoo

Miss E at Miss E's Misadventures

Pink Pearls and Muddy Sneakers

Landlocked Mermaid

Daisy at Dugout Daisy

Wearing Mascara

Megan at Newly Wed, Newly Bred

Meg at The Many Adventures of Meg

My life list - just for funsies!

So I've been finally catching up on all your lovely blogs finally, now that my computer and I are friends again. I saw this on DC Prep's site, and thought it would be a fun thing to do - I love things like this! :)

Basically, you put an X next to the things you have done.

(X) Gone on a blind date (It was a really blind date...neither he nor I knew we were being set up. Turned into a year and a half relationship...)
(X) Skipped school (um...like all the time??)
( ) Watched someone die
( ) Washed, groomed and dressed someone after they died.
(X) Been to Canada (technically...I've been to the Calgary Airport...)
(X) Been to Mexico (TJ and Rocky Point (Puerto Pensaco)...classy, eh?)
( ) Been to Florida (not yet! We shall see...)
( ) Been to Hawaii
(X) Been on a plane (::shudders:: I hate flying!)
( ) Been on a helicopter (hell no!)
(X) Been lost (teehee! Many, many times. My favorite was the first weekend I lived in the DC area and my bestie and our roommate decided to go to Ethiopian food. We didn't know how to drive around the city, and bestie was driving, with me in the backseat looking at a map. All 3 of us are chain smoking out the window (note: I have not smoked in 2 years and 2 months!) and she turned on some random street and hollers to me "I'm turning, find me!" The night ended 3 hours later with us hitting up the Wendy's across the street from our apartment...we never made it to the restaurant - we couldn't find it!)
(X) Gone to Washington, DC (um...yes?)
(X) Swam in the ocean (Pacific, yes. Never actually seen the Atlantic...pathetic, I know!)
(X) Cried yourself to sleep (Many, many, many times. Too many to count.)
( ) Played cops and robbers
( ) Recently colored with crayons (no...but Roommate has. She looooooves her crafts...ugh!)
(X) Sang Karaoke (DUH!)
( ) Paid for a meal with coins only
( ) Been to the top of the St. Louis Arch
(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't. (yea...they often have names...)
(X) Made prank phone calls (teehee, who hasn't! The best was in the days before cell phones when you had to make COLLECT prank calls from a PAY PHONE! Like at the local skating rink. AWESOME!)
( ) Been down Bourbon Street in New Orleans
(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose (it burns...)
(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue
( ) Danced in the rain-naked
(X) Written a letter to Santa Claus
( ) Been kissed under the mistletoe (sigh...any year now!)
(X) Watched the sunrise with someone (umm, with Florida this weekend? Though, does watching imply you are actually watching...or that you are still awake when the sun rises? He does look lovely at magic hour though...yum yum)
(X) Blown bubbles
(X) Gone ice-skating (technically when I fell I slid on the ice...that counts, right?)
(X) Gone to the movies
( ) Been deep sea fishing (I really, really want to though!)
( ) Driven across the United States (ugh...Mama Bea won't let me. Seriously.)
( ) Been in a hot air balloon
( ) Been sky diving (hell no. Scared of heights AND falling)
( ) Been bungee jumping (see above)
( ) Lay down outside at night and admired the stars while listening to the crickets (that will be my plan this summer in the back of a certain boy's truck...)
(X) Seen a falling star and made a wish (never seem to come true...)
( ) Enjoyed the beauty of Old Faithful Geyser
(X) Seen the Statue of Liberty

My photo, from my Memorial Weekend trip to visit Badger in NYC :(

( ) Gone to the top of Seattle Space Needle
( ) Been on a cruise
(X) Traveled by train (LOVE train travel!)
(X) Been horse back riding (almost got bucked off...I did not get back on the horse!)
(X) Ridden on a San Francisco CABLE CAR (yup!)
(X) Been to Disneyland OR Disney World (the ORIGINAL Disneyland!)
( ) Truly believe in the power of prayer
( ) Been in a rain forest
( ) Seen whales in the ocean
( ) Been to Niagara Falls
( ) Been to the Olympics (been to the Olympic Village in Munich and Squaw Valley...)
( ) Walked on the Great Wall of China
( ) Saw and heard a glacier calf (I don't even know what this means?!?)
( ) Been spinnaker flying
(X) Been water-skiing
( ) Been snow-skiing
( ) Been to Westminster Abbey
( ) Been to the Louvre
( ) Swam in the Mediterranean
(X) Been to a Major League Baseball game

I HATE the Yankees...I spent this whole game taking photos and playing with the settings on my new camera because I was soooooooo bored. Also from Memorial Weekend trip to see Badger.

(X) Been to a National Football League game (Cowboys, baby!!!)
(X) Been to Las Vegas (Cousin's 30th bday last December - AWESOME!)
( ) Been snorkeling in any ocean
( ) Been naked or topless on a beach
( ) Called 911 because McDonalds was out of McNuggets...

I'm back, lovlies!

Hi darlins'!

Sorry for my bloggy absence...but as I mentioned here, my computer (and me, at the time) had a nasty virus. Well, the computer virus didn't like my repeated attempts at eradicating it...and it fought back. Hard.

Well, I am smarter* than the virus and prevailed, finally. It got so bad that not only could I not Google anything, I couldn't even get onto the interwebs! Hence, no bloggy goodness from me.

It also attacked my emails - so I apologize for not being able to respond to all your sweet comments!!

Good news however, the virus is totally GONE and I am (obvi) back online, thank GOD!

It's cold and SNOWY out here in DC today...my plan is to clean my apartment because it has gotten a bit nasty since I was so sick last week and I played with Florida all this weekend (seriously...he met my drunk ass one glass of wine self at the bar Friday night and went back to his place at like 10pm last night) and turned all domesticated and Martha Stewart on him by not only cutting up my very own chicken, but then making homemade stock, and using the poached chicken to make a VERY tasty chicken salad (technically the chicken salad was after he left, but whatevs.) Bless his heart for staying up with my until 3:00 a.m. on Saturday night/Sunday morning straining the HUGE vat of chicken stock I made. With coffee filters, because I was out of cheesecloth. Note to all: coffee filters don't filter anything but coffee.

Anywhos, while Roommate is at work (boo no snow day for her!) I am going to surprise her by getting our place nice and clean and actually looking like a real apartment (we've had a twin bed in the living room since I moved in...long story...)

Hope all you DC'ers have a SAFE time getting to and from work (clearly, I am not allowed to go outside...and have gotten several texts and emails reminding me that it is icy out and that I am not to leave my apartment unless there is a fire.) If you are outside DC - I hope you are having a warmer, less snowy day than we are!

Cheers,

Sweet Bea

* It should be noted that I got the computer virus directly as a result of my own stupidity...I downloaded something I shouldn't have (NO it was not porn, people!) and I KNEW BETTER but did it anyways...and got the virus. :(