This week I

went to Stillwater for a business luncheon.
sang at a funeral for a woman who was a blessing to my family in many ways.
sat inside my car at the car wash while Mike washed it (I'm not lazy-he volunteered so I could keep Simon company in the car...ish).
had dinner with two of my greatest friends!
booked our non-refundable flight to New York City 9 months before we are leaving (ahhh, that makes me nervous).
attempted and successfully made three new recipes. (what an accomplishment for someone who can't really cook-ha)
schemed with my sister's boyfriend to help with the arrangements of his proposal. YAY!!
did NOT get pinched on St Paddy's Day.
finally broke down and bought Guitar Hero for Mike for his birthday.
bought Easter eggs and candy to get excited about Easter.
told Simon if he was a good boy the Easter bunny would visit him...he likes bunnies....and cats...not really, he hates cats.
was thankful the "skunk" got the boot on Idol.
got super excited when I realized there's only three weeks until a new episode of "The Office!!"

Amy Bookout is a bad girl!

When I was younger, coloring used to be one of my favorite things to do. My sister and I would take huge plastic boxes filled with crayons on all of our long family road trips, and I remember how we loved to doodle on the outside (and inside) of the crayon box. We would write words on there that were inside jokes between the two of us. Then we start saying the words under our breath in the car and start giggling like little school girls.

Imagine my surprise and my delight when my sister sent me an email this week of two pictures that she'd taken to show me what my niece had discovered while playing in the nursery at my dad's church:

I'm not real sure what I'm more surprised about...the fact that she found these after so many years...or that I wrote in my own handwriting that I was a bad girl. It does make me wonder what the heck I did that was so bad I felt the need to document it in writing.

I'm how old??

This weekend a group from our church went to "Winter Jam" at the Maybee Center, which included a full line up of Christian artists ranging from mellow and mediocre to full-blown head banging rock. I wasn't real crazy about any of the bands, but went more to socialize than anything else. We waited in line with thousands of other church groups and finally got in only to find a section that would hold us up in the nose bleeds...not ideal, but we'll took it.

Another couple in our church rode over there with us and we ended up sitting by each other on the end of our row. Looking around the Maybee Center, I realized that the majority of the attendees were junior high/high school-aged with the exception of some college students and the group chaperones.

It didn't become clear to me how out of place I felt until halfway through the first sets when the hard rock band took the stage and nearly all of the kids around me were head-banging. Picture this: me trying to be cool and clever and joining in with them. No scratch that...that's a bad thought and I'd like to not be reminded how silly I actually looked, when all it did was give me a headache in the end. I finally excused myself to go to the restroom to get any sort of relief from the noise and it was at that moment that I realized how "old" I really was. I was clearly out of place.

Mike, me and the other couple finally dismissed ourselves after the intermission and the second half began-it was all we could handle. I'm pretty sure we lost major cool points with the kids...if we even had any to start with.

I remember when I was their age, I would have thoroughly enjoyed a band that hard core and would have dove right in on the fun...maybe I would have blended in a little bit more...but then again, maybe not.

Leave it to me to say dumb stuff

I seriously considered not posting this, as I don't really need more proof that I am indeed, a ditz, and why should I really exploit the fact that I say and do dumb stuff, but my friend talked me into it, as she needed more good blogging material to read. Maybe I should re-evaluate my friendships. :)

We got an email last week at work announcing a few upcoming events that are guaranteed to make the staff have FUN...a good "bonding" experience where we do team building excersises and fun stuff like that. But, the catch of the email was that the "funtivities" were a SECRET. Each month we are going to have a "funtivity" that will build up to the major "funtivity" this summer. I swear, we should have the writers of "The Office" come evaluate our office for some good TV show material for next season.

So, some co-workers and I were discussing the secret excitement that will be mandatory fun, had by all, and one of them said, "Are they going to tell us at our first 'secret' fun-filled meeting what the last event is actually going to be?" to which I blindly replied, "Uh, no....they are building up the suspension."

Woo hoo. Can't wait to see what sort of FUN will be had by all this suspension.

Cookie cake-I Heart You.

For the record, I have been trying to be good and get back in my workout/eating healthy routine to get geared up for summer (which has been temporarily suspended since I've been sick), which has absolutely nothing to do with this blog, I just thought you should know that since I'm going to be blogging about cookie cake.

It was a surprise to me when I came to work today and saw a large cookie cake sitting on the counter with some congratulatory remarks etched in icing for a co-worker who has superceded his current goal for the company. That's what we do around here to congratulate people...we eat. And cookie cake happens to be one of my favorite desserts in the world, especially the white icing that is placed on the outer edge of the circle. It's so delicious.

So when the time came for the cake to be divied up amongst our group, I was reminded of my desire to cut back on junk to start getting back into shape for swimsuit season. So even though I was handed a full pie shaped piece, I made up my mind I would only eat half and save the other half for later..after lunch or something.

I held on tightly to my enticing piece and savored the moment as I ran my fingers around the edge of the plate while my other co-workers scarfed their pieces down. I finally dug into my "half" after a few minutes and then walked the other half back to my desk for after lunch. It sat there for all of two minutes taunting me, rubbing it in my face that the best half, the one with the yummy white icing, was still on the plate just calling out to be eaten.

Before I knew it, I was IMing my co-worker that the other half of my cookie cake didn't make it. I'd scarfed it down. :( Mike is right...I have no self control.

Sigh.

Ugh

I have totally been a blogging slacker lately. I know this. And it really frustrates me because I really haven't had any good blogging material lately.

I sat down twice to blog about the recent battle I had with all this sickness floating around, and it only annoyed me, so I deleted the blog...both times.

Then there's my birthday, which I celebrated for a week long and enjoyed every minute of it. But by the time I got around to blogging about it, it was yesterday's news and of interest to no one but myself.

So then I started cruising the internet trying to find something entertaining or interesting to post, but Britney Spears has taken over all things internet and well, to be honest, I just need a Britney Spears break.

So, here I am with a major blogger's block...with absolutely nothing of value or interest to say...just saying that I'm still alive and I'm still here waiting on something entertaining to happen in my life so the world can be normal again. The only thing that really keeps me motivated is the fact that my blogging subscribers have been somewhat quiet lately too, so perhaps it's not just me. Perhaps there's a whole world of bloggers out there with blogger's block who can empathize with me. Sigh. This is boring. I need some entertainment again.

"Lost" laggers