Rekindling my WoWmance

So last night I played World of Warcraft. Until 3:00 am. And I fell in love all over again.

I was this () close to canceling my account. I had even stopped the recurring payment. And then yesterday I logged on and saw the trailer for the new expansion. And can I just say one word...WEREWOLVES.


Even though I am going to be beyond swamped with life, school and work. I am going to have to make some time for WoWing it up.



P.S. Did I mention there is going to be an underwater city. That you can actually play in, alah The Little Mermaid...hell the eff yes!!

Dinner with vampires

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been remiss and forgotten to inform you of one of the highlights of my weekend. Every weekend actually.

True Blood Dinners.

What is True Blood Dinners you say, well its when me and about 10-15 of my closest friends (the usual suspects) get together on Sunday nights at one of our homes cook super delish dinner and dessert for the group and watch Big Brother (don't even judge) and True Blood.

We like to think of Big Brother as our trashy appetizer before the main course. The whole night is really centered around True Blood and the anticipation in the room is palpable.

These festivities began when Zoey, Lissette, Teresa, Vickie and I decided to watch one of the first episodes together and it has since blown up. Its a set date, everyone knows its going down. The evenings chef and location rotates and the coordinates and menu are sent out via Facebook.

Sunday at 7pm people start trickling in and not only do we have True Blood to look forward to but also an amazing night with friends. We've enjoyed everything from Turkey Chili, to chicken fajitas, Make your own pizza night to the latest meatloaf and mashed potatos with red velvet cupcakes for dessert. AMAZING.

The sad part is we only have 2 weeks left but for the finale we'll be gouing out with a bang! We will be purchasing True Blood for the group and having some super yumm accompaniments including monkey bread and ice cream made by yours truly.



We are coming up with a plan to continue Sunday night dinners through the year because its really the one night a week we all get together and catch up. I highly recommend that if you have a show that all your friends love you consider putting something like this together. Not only do you get friends, good food and great tv but you also get a Sunday night buzz going from all the wine. Whats not to love about that?

The new digs

The lovely Aurora from Confessions of a Cocktail Napkin, posted photos of her classroom and the redecorating that went down. While reading it this morning I realized that since I moved my office I haven't posted about it. As a matter of fact I am not even sure I told you all it went down.

In May when I lost Nick and my assistant due to budget cuts the powers that be decided that Marisol and I should centralize our department by moving in together. About 2 years earlier they had spent a chunk of money making a custom events office for my staff so it was only fair that I agreed. I gave up my cushy office and crammed all my junk into a smaller desk. Smaller desk but MUCH larger office. After all it is two of us.

The downside is that when I have meetings, which I do often, Marisol has to listen to my blabbering. But thats pretty much the only downside. I get to spend my day with Marisol and our office is very homey. So without further ado here it is.

All the photos can be clicked to enlarge them

My binders, this is only 1/3 of them, as I have a bookshelf full and 3 drawers in a filing cabinet that is housed in a different office. We keep a binder for EVERY event. So with 25 events a year it gets rather cumbersome. I've tried to convince them that binders are a waste, no luck thus far.

My side of the office. Its just as colorful as before. Its a much smaller desk space and I am kind of a messy marvin but that will never change. Yes that is a container of Triple Cheese Easy Mac in the cabinet, its emergency lunch. I still get crap for having too many toys and doodles but my work life would be depressing without them so I refuse to give them up.

This is our shared space. Its a miracle we don't burn up with all the technology we have in our office. Between the two of us we have 3 computers (4 monitors) and 2 printers. The entire facing wall is made up of windows, which we never open because we work in the ghetto, but its nice to be able to look out and find out if its raining.

Marisol's work station, she is anti-clutter (which I totally don't get). Her binder shelves go all the way to the ceiling in our office. About 4 shelves high.

Its hard to see in the photos but our office is actually really open and spacious, all the clutter is contained to the walls and the shelves chock full of binders. The one major issue with our office is that we have pretty much already grown out of it and we've only shared it for 5 months...I'm not sure what its going to be like a year down the line. I have a feeling we'll be like the princess and the pea, except instead of sleeping on mattresses we'll be sitting on binders.

RIP Smeldon 2007-2009

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Smeldon, a hard working Beta died last night after he committed suicide and jumped out of his tank. He was dedicated to his job and his hobbies including filing, creating bubble nests and unfurling his fins. He is survived by his adopted mothers Jossie and Marisol and his birth mother Nicole. "It is a tragic loss, he was with us for two years. The office will never be the same without him." said Marisol.


This photo taken yesterday afternoon will be placed as a memorial to Smeldon next to his empty tank. Smeldon, in all his beautiful beta glory.

What 20sb means to me: my Vlog

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A definite curve ball

Ever since I applied for admission to the University of London I started to think about the possibility of moving over there. Its one of those things that always seemed like a nice little dream but that was it. A dream.

I had a conversation with a friend yesterday who basically verbally bitch slapped me into rethinking why I am staying here to get my degree when I have the chance of moving over there and living in the only place that has ever felt like home to me.

So, its on the table. It won't happen for a while, a long while. But its being considered. Discussed. Worked on. We'll see.

Somewhere Out There

Last night driving home with my sister from True Blood Dinners (quite possibly the highlight of my week) I pointed out the fact that the moon was absolutely beautiful. I grabbed my phone and text messaged SLP telling him to take a look at it.

It's funny how something as simple as the moon can make me a tad less sad about being so far from him...but it does. The moon is the one thing that we can look at at the same exact moment and enjoy it together and it somehow makes me feel closer to him. Because for those few moments I realize that we really aren't that far apart if we can both see it.

Vickie said that I'm like Fievel and should record myself singing "Somewhere Out There" for him, I graciously declined, after all, I don't want to make my boyfriends ears bleed. But you know, it was a nice thought, and sadly, really appropriate.

Late night caller

Doesn't that phone look kind of ominous?

For the last week or so I've been getting random phone calls. Random phone calls that I don't pick up, because quite frankly if you call me from a blocked number, you must not really want to speak to me that bad.

We all know I'm shady its been blogged about quite a few times. Its hard for me to pick up the phone when a number calls that is not in my address book, so when someone calls and there is no number to speak of, eff that. Go to voice mail.

Well, these strange blocked calls have been going on for the last week or so and I've never picked up the phone until real early Thursday morning. 2:45am to be exact. The only reason I answered, I was still drunk on sleep. What greeted me on the other end, quite possibly the creepiest phone call I have ever received. The fellow on the other end must have felt that he didn't do enough damage because he called back another 3 times.

What did he say you ask, nothing really spectacular, just "Jossie", "Josie and the pussycats." And then I hung up. Because at 2:00am that shit is really damn creepy.

Yesterday I checked my missed and received calls over the last week and Mr. Creeptastic has called several times over the last few days and called the night before at 1:45am. WTF. I'm not going to lie, I've had my fair share of crazies in my life. But I am in such a good place right now and this is the last thing I need or want.

So basically, if it happens again my attorney (the lovely bff) is stepping in. Because harassing someone with creep ass phone calls in the middle of the night is not acceptable behavior. Especially past the 7th grade.

That is all.

House hunting blows.

I thought it would be fun. But its harder than I thought, especially with so many must haves on our list. We have plenty of time, November is still a few months away, but once I start school and my season kicks into gear I won't have much to spare.

One more thing to stress me out. I just want an adorable house with character, a yard, central ac, washer/dryer is that really to much to ask for?

Probably.

Something like this would be great, but you know, not a dog house.