To The Lady Who Re-Heated Fish in the Microwave...

To the Lady Who Re-Heated Fish in the Microwave... at work!,

I'll keep this short and sweet. Unless you are in the privacy of your home, there is absolutely NO GOOD REASON to reheat fish.

You say you're hungry? I have some pretzels.
You're trying to be healthy? I have pretzels.
You're trying to save $$ and bring your lunch? Again, pretzels.

This act become especially heinous when the microwave is in a kitchenette right next to a certain young, short, & fabulous gal's desk so she gets the brunt of the stench while you take your reheated fish wayyyyyy down the hall to your private office.

OK, let's recap. No fish. Thanks!

Sincerely,
Life of Preston

Cowboy

the little man tried on Nick's boots when he and Em were over a couple of weeks ago. i forgot i had pictures :)



he is totally ready for A&M in these boots! Gig 'em!

slacker... again!

We had a super-fun New Year's with good friends! (and don't worry, little man was safely tucked away at GramGram's house!)



(not really sure what I am looking at here...)


Mike, Nick, & Carter (all the way from England!)


Nick & Emily, the best hostesses ever!


What would a party be without some Rock Band on the Wii?

An Open Letter

I am starting a new series of posts called "An Open Letter". Maybe I am just in a super-crabby mood lately, but sheriously! Why do people do stuff like this?!?!

Dear Lady Who Tried to Talk to Me in the Restroom at Work,

I understand that we are at work and you believe it to be a familiar environment. I understand that I am someone you have never really spoken to before and you might want to get to know me better. But please, if the stall door is closed, consider that to be a "Don't talk to me" sign.

I'll be honest. I have some pet peeves when it comes to interactions in a public restroom (and yes, even though it is at work, it is STILL a public restroom. FYI - if it has stalls, it is public!). I don't even like to hear people pee. Or have other people hear me pee for that matter. I shudder every time I have to go in that restroom. But I am never going to be a high-powered executive with their own restroom in their office, so I have to get past that.

But one thing I cannot get past is you trying to talk to me as you wash your hands. It might be okay if I was also washing my hands. But I was not. No. I was In. the. stall.

So to use a phrase popular today... "Just so you know," I do not like it when you talk to me as I pee. Please observe the stall door and what it stands for. Thank you for your time. Hopefully, we won't need to have this conversation again.

Sincerely,
Life of Preston

my, how time flies!!!

First there was this.... 12-15-06

Then there was this... 12-15-07


Then there were these... 12-15-08 (And for the record, little man has learned to say, "cheese!")




(this is his best "watchoo lookin' at, punk!" face)

slacker..

Here are some Christmas pictures:

really?

"Martha, how was your day?"

Oh, you know, your typical sleeping-late-from-too-much-fun-on-NYE, making-a-2nd-trip-to-A-town-in-2-days, eating-black-eyed-peas, getting-in-one-last-visit-to-Panda-Express-before-the-resolution-starts, getting-smacked-in-the-eye-by-the-hubby kind of a day.

stop. what?

all you crazies can stop. it was an accident. it went down like this.

hubby watching crap on TV. i request the remote so i can change the channel. hubby throws me the remote. (pause to explain: we are too lazy to actually get up and hand the remote to each other so we throw it back and forth across the living room. hhhmmm... i sense a new resolution coming on...)
anyhoo, hubby's throw is not so good and it smacks me right on the side of my eye. yeah, it's bruised. yeah, it is really swollen.

will we get looks in public? probably. should i approach the on-lookers menacingly and give my very best gangsta "Watcha lookin' at, punk?" speech? probably not.

in hubby's defense, he started the throw in overhand then thought better of himself and switched to underhand. oh, imagine the horror...

and thanks to my girls, Emily and Leslie! Apparently, I speak Spanish all the time!!!