Happy Birthday to the 1 & only Amy B!

Fate. That's exactly what it was. Only fate could put this little lady on the 8th floor of Gage B tower right next to me. I just knew she was gonna be my best friend when the first two things I learned about her were she is/was a 32A cup and had a green toothbrush! We both rushed good ole "Gamma Phi, Gamma Phi, Gamma Phi Beta-oh, oh, oh, oh not the Betas" together. We set sail on Lake Washington together and nearly flunked the 3 credit phy-ed course. We ate Paglia's pizza crusts w/0 the cheese to cut out the fat before people became carb crazy. We were roomies together all through college and where one went the other was NEVER far behind. We laughed at everything, we cried a little too, we "tooted" in front of each other, we dated boys with the same name, heck, once we even dated the same boy (to clarify SHE had the sloppy seconds)! We have history! Twelve years of it! Count em... 12! A little over a decade of dirt on each other! Amy B. the funniest, cutest, wildest, most creative and best friend EVER! I love you and I hope your 30th birthday was a blast, just like you!

"Sake" to me!

Certainly by reading this blog you have become a more well rounded individual. I know opening up "ramblings of a 34b cup" is like opening a cultural window, exposing you to life lessons from across the globe. This is why I feel it is my responsibility to teach you, my pupils, about the "sake bomb." Let us start with the basics. Sake is a Japanese rice wine, and in my opinion, likely tastes like 100% ethanol. While I am not sure of the exact alcohol content of this high octane booze, I am positive that by pounding your fists on the bar, to release a shot of sake into a cup of beer, is a lethal combination. Be sure to take note that I, the 34b cup, did not partake in this tom foolery. For a closer look into how the sake falls, lets dim the lights and review the film strip, I mean, blogger movie, shall we? Afterwards we will have a short pop quiz followed by another round.

Set em up and knock em down! Just be sure to take 3 Advil before bed...

Girls, Girls, Girls!

We were destine for a fantastic weekend when our household almost doubled. No more stinky boys just the addition of Sydney and Bella. Syd, my not so little anymore, cousin and her standard poodle, Bell-za-bub, came to chill with us for the weekend. I know you couldn't find a cuter, sweeter, funner (yup, funner), 13 year old to hang out with. We opted for a little pampering at "HOT NAIL" to get manicures and pedicures (loved the fun, canary yellow polish she picked out). We shopped at Hollister and yes, I bought two t-shirts. I believe wearing one of them out on Friday night for dinner was the sole reason I was asked for i.d. She rocked it on the soccer field for her tryouts and even made some hard cold cash while she babysat for Hank (his parents pay so well I may have to start staying home more often). Jerrid and I were "proud as peacocks" when she got up on the wake board on her first try. She looked comfortable as an old pro considering she hadn't been behind the boat since last summer. Take a peek for yourself...

Happy Halter Top Fashion Friday!

It's the ultimate in sexy shirtisms. It can scoop up higher around the neck or plunge a little lower into the, well, you know what I mean. Still the same bare, bronzed, open back. The halter top is the required and "proper attire" for the (go figure) Hat and Halter Tops party at the Grouchy Dog. It's an annual thang. Hosted by BIG snoot cousin and her side kick (the big guy in the red shirt). It's a good looking crowd that forms out there in the sticks. Speaking of sticks... if you "stick" around long enough you may see some partner, I mean, clothing swapping going on.

A (strip) Tease (kidding)!

The hats and halter tops party... Details to come (and you thought I was the wild one)!

Hello Windy City!

Yes, it's true. I'm off again, but at least this time I'm in the same time zone. It's just a couple of days. You'll be fine. I tell ya what... Tomorrow I'll post a pic for ya. A little teaser if you will of the next post to come. Just think, hats and halter tops...

J.E.L.L.O. (shots)

It's officially tradition! When Lola and Jack roll in from TX the Jello shots are flowin'. It's better than any fruit infused gelatin-don't worry I won't tell your grandma. Here's the perfect blend. Tried, tested and Texan approved.

1 small box J.E.L.L.O. brand jello (duh) in lime or cranberry.
1 C icy cold H2O
1/2 C boiling H2O
1/2 C Absolute Citron
Fill equal parts in Dixie bathroom size cups (classy, I know)
Chill. I know, patience people, have a cold beer in the meantime.

Enjoy!