Beach Boozer

So, I received the following note on my car the other day while at lunch with friends:

I'll allow you a moment to gain your composure...



Of course, my first reaction was "this is a joke."  I knew who the culprit was.  That would be my Godbabydaddy.  He is the ultimate prankster and it made perfect sense because he joined us late for lunch and would've had the opportunity to slip this note on my car considering we all left at the exact same time.

So, I call him as we're all driving away and I'm laughing hysterically.  He didn't seem to know what I was talking about, but I knew this was all part of his act.  He told me to send him a picture of the note, so I did.  He was laughing.  I was laughing.  I kindly thanked him for making me feel good about myself and we hung up.  I didn't think much more about it.

Then, yesterday, I get a call and a text from my Godbabymomma asking me if I e-mailed Mr. Boozer.  My response was something along the lines of "Hahahaha.  That Brian is crazy.  And he tried to deny it."  She then told me that in fact it wasn't my Godbabydaddy who had left the note.  She said he absolutely would've told her and there is no way that is his handwriting.

Now, I'm intrigued.

There are a few (or more) concerns that I have about this love note.  First, the grammar skills Mr. Boozer possesses leave a lot to be desired.

Second, and perhaps most important, who in their right mind uses the e-mail address beach.boozer@yahoo.com?  Only a yahoo.

And, lastly, lunch was at Hooters.  Not necessarily where I want to meet my future husband.

This morning I made up a fake e-mail address and sent Mr. Boozer a note thanking him for making my day.  We'll see if I get a response.

There is still a 99.9% chance this is, in fact, my Godbabydaddy.  In which case, this online love affair will make Manti Te'o seem like a saint.  I'll keep everyone posted.

This is my life.  And I blame me.

Super Bowl wrap up

This post may not prove to be very interesting, but I feel the need to express my opinion(s) regarding some of the events from the big game last night.  Shocking, I know.

Let's start with the performances.  And I'm not talking about the football teams.  Alicia Keys was beautiful and there is NO question homegirl is talented, but it wasn't my favorite rendition of the National Anthem.  I prefer when it's sung straight up...no riffs, etc.  I also prefer the national anthem performed as a lip sync.  Kidding.  Kudos to her for singing it live.  I thought Jennifer Hudson's performance with the Sandy Hook choir was extremely moving.  I cried.  Again, shocking.  But I still can't get over how much I loved Beyonce's performance.  I think we all knew there was going to be a Destiny's Child reunion, but when those three girls busted out into Single Ladies, I about lost my mind.  Some folks weren't impressed with the performance and everyone is entitled to his/her opinion, but I definitely think it lived up to the hype.  Destiny's Child was huge when I was in high school and college.  So, for me, it was everything I wanted it to be.

Now let's talk about the real reason we all watch the Super Bowl:  the commercials.  I was highly impressed with a lot of the commercials this year.  The Budweiser Clydesdale commercial made me cry.  That song will get me every time.  I also really loved the Taco Bell commercial.  But for me, the winner of the night was the Dodge commercial featuring Paul Harvey.  I was brought to tears, yet again.  So simple.  So effective.  So true.  Thank you, Dodge for taking a risk.  I think it paid off.

Oh, and I guess there was a football game, too.  Honestly, I wasn't very interested in the game since the Saints weren't involved.  Was hoping the Texans could make a run, but maybe next year.  I had no horse in the race.  I thought it was interesting that the Harbaugh brothers were coaching.  But mostly, I was just interested in the fact that the game took place in NOLA.  I enjoyed seeing all of the positive coverage.  And by positive coverage, I mean video of drunks walking up and down Bourbon.  From the looks of things, it seems as if the experience in NOLA was one for the history books...

And then there's the blackout.  Yes, it's embarrassing.  But, c'mon.  I was sickened by people who made light of the blackout by comparing it to Katrina.  I mean, seriously.  What happened last night does not even begin to compare to what happened in that dome in 2005.  I almost de-friended some FB friends who were making Katrina references, but then decided it wasn't worth it.  Some people just have ignorant moments.  And they are to be forgiven.  While I didn't care which team won, a part of me was pulling for the Ravens at the end ONLY BECAUSE I knew that if the 49'ers had come back to win, the blackout controversy would have some more long lasting implications.  But the second half was one of the most exciting Super Bowl halves that I can remember.  Congrats to both teams.

All in all, I was thoroughly impressed with this year's big game.  Here's to hoping my Saints are in it next year...

This is my life.  And I blame me.

If they say it on TV, then it MUST be true

Something happened to me last week, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.  It has been bothering me and bothering me some more.  So, I'm hoping that by writing about it, I'll get it out of my system and be able to move on.  Because once you hear what it is, you'll realize that this is the stupidest thing to get my panties in a wad over.  Truly.  It's stupid.  But I'm seriously annoyed.

I went to Subway one day last week for lunch.  It was packed.  I know better than to go between 11:45-12:30.  Anyway, I ordered my sandwich and moved down the line for them to dress it.  The old crotchety gentleman behind me shouts, "I'll have an 11 inch turkey."  I knew right away what he was referencing.  Some idiots are suing Subway because they claim the sandwiches are actually 11 inches rather than 12 inches.  Frivolous lawsuit.  (I'm extra sensitive to frivolous lawsuits as one of my best friends is the Executive Director of Louisiana Lawsuit Abuse Watch...shout out to LLAW!)

I digress.  Homeboy lets the Subway employee know that he wants an 11 inch sub.  She looks confused.  He takes a tone with her as if she's supposed to know exactly what he's talking about and says, "I heard it on the news media.  Y'all have 11 inch subs...not 12 inch subs."

She says rather nicely, "Sir, we have 12 inch subs or 6 inch subs."

He replies, "But I heard it on the news media."  (Yes, news media.  Not news.  Not media.  News media.)  He goes on to say, "So I want my 11 inch sub, please."

What a jerk.  I mean, seriously.  And it didn't help that he was obnoxiously loud.

She responds, "Well, ok.  But you're still going to be charged for a 12 inch."  You go girl!  I loved that response.

It was all I could do not to involve myself.  I was thinking, if EVERYONE believed EVERYTHING the NEWS MEDIA says, we'd all be stupid.  I wanted to tell the dude to whip out his ruler so he can measure it himself.  Plus, it's not the NEWS MEDIA saying Subway as 11 inch subs.  It's the idiots who filed the lawsuit.  The NEWS MEDIA is simply reporting on the lawsuit.

As someone who graduated with a communications degree, I cringe when I hear people re-state info they heard in the news as if it were fact.  Folks really need to do their own research.  Make up your mind for yourself.  Certainly don't let MSNBC, Fox News or CNN tell you what you should think.

Whew...I do feel a little better.  I think I might be able to move on now.  I have finally forgiven the old crotchety guy.

This is my life.  And I blame me.

You look good that way, ma'am

Yesterday afternoon on my way home from the movies (I went to see Lincoln...it was amazing), I stopped at a gas station to fill up and get a large diet coke since I was out at home.  It is important to note that I had not taken a shower, I had no make up on and I was wearing my LSU sweats.  I was looking rough.

I walked into the convenience store and noticed a man outside smoking a cigarette next to the door.  He opened the the door and said, "Hello."  I thanked him and walked in going about my business.  I was inside for maybe 2 minutes.  As I was walking out, I could feel him still standing in the same spot.  I didn't look.  Then, I hear him say, "I just wanted to tell you that you look really good that way, ma'am."  Best back handed compliment ever.

Initial thought:  What exactly do you mean by "that way!?!?!?!"  I was insulted.  It was like someone saying, "You look really good for your age."  Was he saying that because I looked like a homeless person and he wanted to let me know that he liked dirty women?  Was he saying that because I have an ass the size of Delaware and he likes big butts?  Was he saying that because I looked angry and he likes his women mad?  Whatever the reason, I was highly offended.

Actual event that took place:  First, I turned around to verify that he was actually talking to me.  I mean, how embarrassing would that have been if I yelled out "thank you" only to find that he was talking about some hot, skinny blond walking out behind me?  Nope.  He was talking to me.  I just said a soft "thank you" and scurried back to my car.  Got in and locked the doors.

As I drove away, I began to change my initial thought.  No matter the reason, it's always nice to be paid a compliment.  In fact, I should pay people compliments more often.  It's just good practice.  However, I think I'm going to do society a favor and stop before adding on, "that way" or "for your age" or "even with a peg leg."

This is my life.  And I blame me.

I'm too tired to even give this post a title

Whew...it's been a while since I've posted.  I'm sure everyone is losing sleep without knowing exactly what is going on in the life of Emily.  No?  Oh.  I guess I don't blame you.  Most of the time I don't even want to know what is going on in the life of Emily.

Work has been crazy busy.  In fact, the meeting that I've been planning/coordinating for two months took place this morning.  Happy to report everyone showed up and was on their best behavior.  Except for the lady that sharted in her pants.  Just kidding.  That didn't happen.  But that would've been really funny.  I mean this place is no White House, but Al Roker should would've been proud. 

I cannot express how happy I am to have this morning behind me...I will be picking up a bottle of BWZ on the way home and pop a bottle while catching up on all my DVR'd shows.  Normally, I'd like to go somewhere to celebrate such a "victory," but I feel so guilty for neglecting Hank lately that I think my time would be best spent with him.  Poor buddy.  He went to daycare one day last week, but I've been leaving for work so early and getting home so late that I haven't been able to take him.

However, I kinda sorta made up for it Sunday by taking him on a doggie play date with two of his girlfriends--Mimi and Gatsby.  We went to a really fancy dog park in the "nice part of town."  Homeboy was loving the sunshine and the lady canine folk.  And let me tell you, Hank and I will be hitting the dog park in the "nice part of town" more often because there are lots of rich doctor/attorney/architect types letting their hounds play.  I feel an obligatory "Who let the dogs out!?!?!" reference is appropriate here.

So...even though work doesn't stop, I can at least catch my breath and hopefully catch up on life.  I'll start by having a girls night tomorrow with Kimmie and Val.  Yay for slumber parties! 

Hank at the dog park.  I'd say he's pretty happy!

This is my life.  And I blame me.

A perfectly lovely weekend

Last weekend was a perfectly lovely weekend.  Will it go down in the books at the Best. Weekend. Ever.?  Probably not.  But as I went to sleep last night, I had the thought, "I wish there were more weekends like this..."

It started with drinks and dinner with one of my very best friends.  She and her husband and new baby boy live a few blocks over from me.  Or, should I say, I live a few blocks over from them...they were here first!  She and I haven't lived in the same town since college so I'm very much enjoying being so close.  Friday night was the first time she and I went out just the two of us in more than a year.  It was refreshing and much needed!  We went to a wine bar that opened in our neighborhood last fall.  We had both been wanting to try it for some time.  It did not disappoint.  The wine selection was fabulous...despite the fact that they did not carry Beringer White Zin.  This place was just a tad too fancy.  The atmosphere was great...diverse crowd.  Service was impeccable.  And the food was delicious.  But the best part was certainly the company.  There is no amount of therapy or prescription drugs that can beat a gab session with the bestie over a few glasses of wine.  Note, I did have more glasses of wine than Val did since she is just getting back on the wagon after having a baby in December.

Saturday was both productive and relaxing.  Slept in until 8:00 Saturday morning...that is sleeping in for me.  I usually can't sleep past 6:30.  Met up with Valerie and Amanda for lunch and spent most of the afternoon with the girls...and we got some great Auntie Em/Aunt Amanda time with Baby Wyatt.  Ended the day with a pedicure and the latest edition of PEOPLE magazine.

Sunday included church, cleaning, walk with Hank, grocery store, baking, Texans game (bummer), Golden Globes, Downton Abbey, and the premiere of Girls.  All in all, a very pleasant day.

So while this weekend may not be one for the history books, it reminded me that every once in a while, it's really nice to have a perfectly lovely weekend. 

Hank resting on my lap during the Golden Globes.

This is my life.  And I blame me.  

You can call me Sara Lee

This is the year of new things.  As of today, I can report that the oven in my house actually works.  I have lived here for three months and I am just now able to confirm.  That's right, folks.  This chick broke out the oven mit and did a little baking this afternoon.

As you can probably gather by the amount of time it has taken me to actually turn on my oven, I don't cook or bake.  To be fair, I have used my stove...just not the oven.  I hate to cook.  I'm not good at it.  I guess if I want to change that, I'll have to start practicing just a little more.  Hopefully, over the coming weeks and months, I'll report more cooking and baking going on in the Davenport house.

This has nothing to do with cooking, but I'm laughing out loud.  I'm currently sitting on my couch.  The football game is on mute on the TV, I'm watching Grey's Anatomy on the iPad, and typing on my laptop.  And my DROID is sitting in my lap.  I'm not 100% sure, but I don't think that's good.

Oh, shit...the brownies are burning...

This is my life.  And I blame me.