Friends don't let friends eat and drive

The other day James and I were listening to the radio and heard the story about the dude who was driving and choked on his bite of chili and crashed into a house. I of course thought it was crazy that chili -- or any food for that matter -- could be so distracting while your driving. But James on the other hand could empathize with the driver. Why you ask? Well, did i ever tell you the story about how one day i was taking the 19th Street exit in Moore with my then 13 year-old nephew and he pointed out the window to these crazy skid marks that went from the exit onto the grass and back again? "Look ReRe, those are James' tire marks! He told me not to tell you."
WHAT?!!! "Yeah, yesterday he was eating some granola and the next thing we knew we were skidding off the road."

James later clarified that while he had his granola tipped up to get the last crumbs, a blueberry was stuck and refused to slide into his mouth. But he couldn't let the berry win, so he struggled with it -- and somehow forgot he was driving.
So yeah, James and the chili man have a lot in common.

Monday Morning Gym Rant

This morning i grabbed an updated class schedule at the Y. My work hours will be changing soon -- going in earlier, getting off earlier -- so i wanted to see what classes i'd be able to squeeze in. I was disappointed when i realized that most of the classed -- the ones i want to take anyway -- are made for women who don't work. I'd love to do a 10 a.m. zumba class, but i got a jobby job. One day when i have a little mocha baby i'd love to do a Mommy and Me class before lunch., but again, i got a jobby job.
I don't know why i'm surprised by this. The few times that i have been to the gym in the middle of the day, i'm usually one of a few folks who weighs more than 100 pounds, doesn't have implants and doesn't have a level 5 hurricane facelift. Ok, that was harsh, but seriously the ladies who are the gym at 6 a.m. and 6 p.m. are WAYYYY different than the gals who go to the gym in the middle of the day.
When i told James this, his response was:

Really?! Sounds like i need to pop in over there and feed the cougars!

But sadly i reminded him that at the ripe age of 34, he is way beyond "boy toy" age!

Potluck Friday

What makes this the best Potluck Friday ever?! James and I are both off today and will celebrate by doing absolutely nothing -- after i do this Potluck of course!

1. I did the unthinkable yesterday. Something i've NEVER done before and have always said i'd never do: i parked in a handicapped parking spot. It drives me bat poop crazy when people do this. For the last 5 years of her life my mom used a wheelchair and it would make me so angry when we'd have to circle the block for a spot b/c all of them were taken (but not everyone had a decal). But yesterday it was an extreme emergency. I was craving a lemon cupcake from Cookies 'N' Cards like no one's business and the only open spot was a handicapped spot. I thought about taking that as a sign that the nutrition gods didn't want me to have the deliciousness that is a lemon cupcake the size of my head with cream cheese icing. But instead i took that as a sign from my mom saying "baby, park there for me and eat the cupcake." So that's what i did. I parked in the spot, and then ran across the street to the cookie shop. Yes people, let me say that again: i parked in the handicapped spot and then RAN across the street. I'm going to hell -- but at least i got a cupcake before i go.
   
   
2. I think there is nothing more ghetto than asking folks to help pay for your honeymoon -- well, that was before James told me of the weird email he got from a former classmate's brother. Apparently the loving brother sent an email to everyone in his sister's address book asking people to help send his "hard working and independent" sister on a honeymoon. He even set up a visa account so folks could donate online. His big sale was "think about all the money you saved not having to go to the wedding. so now here is your chance to still give a gift." Some of you may be thinking this was sweet. This might be a little sweet, but the ghettometer is way to high on this. Tacky!!!
   
   
3. My food find of the week is Wanchai Ferry. Have you seen that commercial with the panda bear telling the folks to just make chinese at home? OMG, this stuff is so freaking good. I made the cashew chicken the other night and it was so good that i started talking dirty to it -- that's how you can tell i'm enjoying my food. I talk dirty to it. You should have heard the things i said to that lemon cupcake yesterday. Anyway, if you like chinese but don't want to spend a ton, i definitely recommend.
   
   
4. For weeks James has been convinced that Lil Bro was stealing his underwear. Of course i told him he was wrong for two very important reasons: 1) There is a significant size difference between Lil Bro and James and there's no way they could fit into the same boxer briefs and 2) (this is the most important one) My mama raised us WAY better than that and we know you don't share undies, toothbrushes or deodorant. Well, apparently Lil Bro missed that last lesson b/c when i walked past his basket of laundry the other day, i noticed two nicely folded pairs of James' undies. A part of me wants to see Lil Bro squeezing into these tiny undies -- but another part of me thinks that's beyond gross.
   
   
5. I'm not really jamming anything this week, so this week i'll tell you what i'm watching this week -- and every week, but this week it's just been so dang good! General Hospital! For about a year i've been disappointed with the GH storyline, but it's really picked up and this week it's the best it's been in awhile -- oh how i miss dishing with my mama on our stories! This week the secret is out: Dominic's real name is Dante. Dante is really an undercover cop and out to put Sonny in jail. Connie is Dante's mom. And Sonny is Dante's dad. It's a family reunion -- except for the fact that Sonny shot Dante when he tried to arrest him. OMG! Between the wii and GH i'm never gonna get to study again.
   

My name is ReRe...and I'm a Wii head

I've never had a gambling problem, or any addiction problem (unless you count my addictions to James), but i think i may be slipping over the edge.

Wii Tennis is my crack. I've been playing Wii Tennis for a few years -- over at Middle Bro's house-- but ever since Santa brought James a Wii this past Christmas, it's ALL i've been doing. It's all i think about. I play before work, i play on my lunch break, I play after work. It's bad. Real bad yall. I've jacked up my shoulder, i've inflamed my carpal tunnel and it's made me develop quite the potty mouth. I've found myself picking fights with animated video characters over their serves.

James is worried about me. Last night he cautiously said: "Baby, maybe you should take a break."
I think my exact words were: "I don't need a break, i started with almost 800 dollars -- i mean skill points -- and now i'm below 700. I gotta build my skill points back up."

He again tried to convince me to take a break, but i channeled my inner pill-popping Jessie Spano and said "I can still play. I'm so excited...I'm so excited... I'm so...SCARED!!!!!!"


I then decided it was time to go to bed -- and get help.

I haven't always been this cute -- I used to be even cuter!

So this morning when i logged into Facebook, i noticed my mom's BFF from back in the day had posted a picture on my wall. As i looked closer, i realized the picture was of Little ReRe -- circa 1983 or 1984.

It doesn't get cuter than this (and take note of the little black Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls in the background!):

Last Call to Okie Bloggers

Hey Okie Bloggers, don't forget to vote in the Okie Blog Awards. And in honor of Black History Month, i think it's only fair to vote for Re-Ramblings in at least one category. (You will be making Harriet Tubman and MLK proud)!

You say rotator, i say rotatoe

All weekend James has been making fun of me because I've been complaining that my rotary cup is hurting -- i think i messed it up playing the Wii.
Why does he think this is so funny? Because apparently there's no such thing as a "rotary cup" and he said he and all the other physical therapists he knows makes fun of folks like me who call their "rotator cuff" "rotary cups." He said he wishes he had a blog so he could make fun of me for saying rotary cup.

Well, he DOESN'T have a blog, butI DO and i'm gonna make fun of him:

While playing fetch with Charlie -- who loves to go get the ball, but doesn't like to bring it back -- James said:

"We really need to LEARN HIM how to bring back the ball."

My response?: "'Learn him' baby? Really?! 'Learn Him?!'"

My boy may know a lot of stuff about joints and muscles, but grammar is a whole other story!