CrackBerry Anonymous

Sign me up...my name is Ktown and I'm a CrackBerryAholic. My BlackBerry died last night. I've tried everything - even reinstalled the OS Software (yes, I'm a geek). And now that I've been almost a whole day without it, I feel like I lost my left arm. Not even today's scrumptious chailala could bring me out of my "I have no lifeline and am completely cutoff from the world" stupor. Hopefully I'll have a shiny new model tomorrow (please Sprint Employee store help me). Until then you'll find me rocking and pretending to text in the corner.

Paging Dr. Chai La La

I'm having a chai la la emergency. It's the day after Christmas and I haven't had a chai la la in soooo long. I know I had one last Sunday, but it doesn't really count since it was not up to par. Darn grocery store Starbucks - your inconsistency saddens me. So it's been five days. A WHOLE work week for God's sake. Someone get me a chai...stat.

The Secrets Out...

It was a very exciting Christmas. See my sister for details. :)

All I Want for Christmas

This year has had its ups and downs.

UPs:
Moving to our wonderful new home
Making fabulous new friends in the neighborhood
Not getting laid off
Surviving our first year of marriage

DOWNs:
Health, health, health

So, this year all I REALLY want for Christmas is:

1. A normally functioning colon,
2. Non-inflamed lungs or joints,
3. Good news from a doctor for once,
4. To get pregnant in 2009,
5. And, of course, peace on earth

Happy Holidays, y'all.

Gentile on a Mission

So being a half-Jewish/half-Christian household, we celebrate both Hanukkah (hubz family) and Christmas (my family). This year, we've had the Christmas Tree and the Menorah up for a few weeks, but I've been looking for Hanukkah candles since the beginning of December. Seriously, this seems to be an impossible mission. Granted, I would prefer only white ones instead of blue or color combo, but I've yet to find a single pack. And, to be honest I find the explosion of Christmas decor vs. the one end of a row of Hanukkah items disgraceful. In fact, at A.C. Moore last night I was informed by an employee that they don't have a single Hanukkah item in the store. Can you believe that?

Well anyway, for us this year, it might be the Festival of No Lights. Hubz probably won't even notice, but it would nice if someone could throw this Gentile a bone...or a pack of candles.

Oh to be young again...

Remember when you didn't care about having a hangover because it was a reminder of a really fantastic night? Well, I seldom drink more then a glass of wine (OK maybe two max), but last night I went all out. And now my head hurts..really...badly.

Don't get me wrong we had a really fantastic night - holiday party hopping to the neighbors' houses with lots of great food, LOTS of wine, and fun dancing. Of course now that I'm nursing my hangover headache, I'm starting to remember how I was "oh so charming and funny" last night. You know like:

1. Spilling a cocktail on my friend's new couch
2. Hiding another friend's cell phone from her so she wouldn't text a boy. Yeah - that worked really well seeing as hiding it under my butt made the text send. Yes dear readers, my a** sent a text message.
3. And having another friend's adorable dog pee on me.

All in all no matter how bad my headache is screaming for a chai la la, I realize that last night I did feel young again.

I Have a Secret...

...and I'm SO not telling. Hee hee.

I like to Pump It, Pump It

Whoo hoo! I went to the gym last night. So it's only been 43 days, but who's counting. My husband is, that's who. He's forever trying to get me to go to the gym, but at least this past month and a half I feel like I had a valid excuse (hello, I WAS in the hospital...).

So last night was Body Pump, my favorite class by far, but much to my dismay my favorite instructor wasn't there. It was so boring. Oh well, at least I got a workout in. And, I already signed up for Saturday's class...yay me!

Chai La...Huh?

You may be wondering where Chai La La came from. Truth be told, it's just a silly word* I made up with my Mom and Sister. My Mom and I are both addicted to chai lattes. Specifically Starbucks ones. Yes, I've tried all kinds of other brands - grocery store, at home, other coffee shops, but none of them are as good (IMHO). Honestly, I think they taste better when you pay for them, although my bank account certainly does not agree.

I'm known for my ridiculously long order and consider it a total cliche, but necessary since really it's all about the perfect taste (Venti 7-pump, extra-hot, skim, no water, no foam, chai anyone?). Ideally I would have a chai everyday and depending on my mood/stress level/energy I often do. I've tried to wean myself off of them, to no avail. My therapist tries to convince me that it's not such a bad thing, but just like my wallet, my waistline doesn't necessarily agree. So, for the time being consider me reluctantly addicted.

*Since chai la la is purely made up, feel free to use it as a noun, verb, whatever. Examples:

• Noun - "Do you want to get a chai la la today?"
• Verb - "Should we chai la la this weekend?"

You get the idea...

The Dark Side....

If you know me, you know creating this blog has been a labor of love. And when I say labor, think six months of agonizing, brainstorming, questioning, writing AND erasing. So here it is...I've succumbed to the pressure and have completely given up on trying to have the "perfect" first post. Instead I can only write about my lack of perfection here, but I hope to be able to provide you (literally, as I anticipate having only one reader) some witty, interesting, and charming meanderings in the near future.

In all seriousness, I'd like to sincerely thank Smiling Mama, Dr. Blondie, and Caffeinated for encouraging me to join them on the Dark Side. Love ya ladies!