To quote the mystery band....

Happy Sunday. It's snowing...and sleeting...again. We (me and Scout) got up this morning, took one look outside and my poor dog glanced my way and crawled right back in bed. Smart little guy- he knows the deal. This weather's gotta go though. I'm tired of digging out my car in the morning and shaking involuntarily while I wait for it to warm up. I wonder if I have any relatives in Hawaii.
By the way, Rob is doing great. 7 weeks left! To quote a band I'm too embarrassed to admit I can quote: "The minutes feel like hours and the hours feel like days". But either way, March 24th is getting closer!
Have a great day.


...You're wondering which band it is, aren't you? HaHA! I'll never tell, and if you know, you probably won't admit it either.

Who's the champion?

I got promoted today! No. . . seriously I did!!!
(cue the applause)
I was really excited until I found out that it actually comes with more responsibility. - who knew?? Any of you who know me know that my ultimate plan is NOT to climb the corporate ladder, it's to get married and be a trophy wife, wear hot pants to the supermarket and take sissy classes at the gym! (That was a test, anyone who REALLY knows me knows I have uncharted lengths of sarcasm all stored up for a time like this).
Anyway, seriously I'm super excited and terrified at the same time. Failure is a scary thing. It's like I have those two versions of me sitting on my shoulders. One is a devil (and I look hot as a little devil) and the other is an angel who, let's be honest, looks exactly like how I always look, only on a smaller scale. The angel is all "Way to go!", "You're Super!", and other encouraging phrases that your 3rd grade teacher would buy on a sticker and put on your spelling paper. The devil is more "So...you fired yet or what?" ... reminds me much more of the high school teacher who used her "Big, Red Pen of Death" to write things like "SEE ME AFTER CLASS" and "I'M CALLING YOUR MOM". That pen still gives me nightmares....

Hey, ICBS "24" THIS! (yeah, that's right. I said it) :-) 

Shamless Bragging

Yesterday was our (as Rob and Danielle's) One Year Anniversary! According to a note left on my door by the florist, I was supposed to get some flowers but I was not home as I was working oh, so diligently all day long. So today I called the florist and arranged to have them dropped off at my house. They were late and yet again I had to leave for work. So we agreed they would drop them off at Princeton Sports. (because I work there in the evenings...c'mon, catch up). The delivery guy beat me there. I've never gotten so many dirty looks from guys that I work with. (A lot of them are dating girls that I work with that were also present at the time of delivery). Three vases- each with a dozen white roses and a ton of lillies. I think part of Rob's plan is to make sure everyone else hates me so that when he comes back I have to spend all of my time with him by process of elimination. And just in case you don't hate me yet, I'm attaching a picture.
Honey, you are the best! Happy One Year (and one day)!

Look! Look! I'm a Recluse!

What has become of me? We have received about 6 or 7 inches of snow. It bites. The roads are icy, it's cold, windy, and my car is still covered in snow because apparently I'm the only resident of Howard County who is too lazy to go dig myself out. I am developing severe cabin fever but there really isn't much of anything to do around here except complain and watch season 1 and 2 of "Family Guy" on dvd. (which is what Leann and I have been doing for about 48 hours inbetween naps). I am actually EXCITED to go to work tomorrow.
- For those of you who are satisfied with my entry, you may go. Those who would like a sappy update on my Marine, by all means, keep reading.
Tomorrow, by the way, is my ONE YEAR anniversarry with Rob! (I just spent 5 minutes trying to figure out how to make that sentence grammatically correct...still not sure). In my 25 years, no man has ever managed to date me for an entire year. Kudos to you, Rob. This may be attributed to the fact that he is presently 6,000 miles away - and has been for almost 5 months now- but hey, that's not the point! And, AND, he's home in two months! Woohoo!

back to the slopes

Ta-da! I'm 25! I never thought I'd be this OLD! Today began with very early with a nice rendition of "Happy Birthday" from 6,000 miles away. (Rob, you're the best!). I spent all morning at work and now I'm heading out to hit the slopes again. Today is another snowboarding day and we're supposed to get anywhere from 4-10 inches of snow tomorrow. I swear, I should be a weather man. I could have told you that much. " Well folks, it's January so I'd say it's gonna be a cold one out today". No kidding. Okay, more later....woohoo!

Thank you sir, may I have another

Awww, I just received the nicest, most thoughtful birthday gift ever... and my birthday isn't even until tomorrw! The Howard County Circuit Court has chosen me, (Me!) for jury duty. Back off, Rain Man, here I come. Okay seriously, I can think of nothing duller than spending two days in a government building deciding if someone should be put behind bars, fined, or whatever else they can do to you these days. Oh well, at least my car insurance will be lower in about 7 hours.

Oh yeah, whoever "Anonymous" is... You tell me who you are and I'll tell you what "Buck 95" is all about.

White Christmas 25 days too late

Here's a fun story for you. I like to call it "I waited until the last minute to bring ALL of my 'work pants' to the dry cleaners, so now that it's freezing outside all I have to wear are skirts." Today I went to work in my pitiful "non-heat retaining" skirt. I went to a meeting at 10:30am. When the meeting ended at 1pm, we emerged to see 3 inches of snow on the ground (tomorrow's topic- why meetings are scheduled during hours when my stomache is the loudest). High heels and snow...not so much. I also like how last weekend there was no real snow on the ground when we went snowboarding and now, NOW that I'm stuck wearing skirts- it's everywhere.
That's it. I think snowboarding is in order this weekend too...I deserve it.

Allison, Holly, Matt, Haley. This is a Pre "Snow in the pants" picture. 

This is Joe, Jesse, and BUCK 95!!! (That's right, I'm proud of it) I'd like to thank the snow for killing my flash. 

You put your right foot in and you shake it all about

So, Yesterday I went snowboarding with the Princeton Crew. (For those of you who just got all excited about Ivy League schools- Princeton is the ski shop I work at, not the University). It was my first time ever snowboarding and I can sum it all up in one word - "Ohholysmokesthathurts". I grew up a skier- and honestly, I'm pretty good. So I figured I could pick up snowboarding just as easily. (Yeah, yeah, athletes think they can do everything. shaddup already.) The first two hours were very comparable to the seventh ring of hell. If it weren't for my buddy, Sabin (Sabin, you ROCK) I would probably still be on the hill somewhere, knees held into my chest, rocking back and forth. He turned me into a snowboarding chick by the end of my third run on the mountain. The first two runs were less glamorous. I definitely had a few "yard sales" (Yard sale = when you wipe out so badly that everything you have on lands about 5 feet away from you in all directions). The nice thing about snowboarding with Princeton guys is that they know everything there is to know about skis and snowboards. Sabin even fixed my board from goofy foot to regular right on the side of the mountain. You can't buy that kind of service. I think we're going again next weekend.... I only hope the bruises are gone by this summer.

If I were a rich man....

Okay, in celebration of my new blog that ALLOWS COMMENTS (Neal, you rock), I'd like you to leave me a comment. Especially those of you who've been crying to me on my away message that you can't leave comments. (Stephen LeTrent, I expect a comment the length of a short novel from you, my friend).
Another weekend. (sigh). Tomorrow I'm actually babysitting all night. I'm 24 (25 next Friday. I'd like a pony, please), it's a Saturday, and I am babysitting. I swear I'm well on my way to being that crazy lady with all the cats. All I need to expand my "crazy lady" resume now is become a matchmaker for all single people. One of you is now humming songs from "Fiddler on the Roof"...I can hear you. Stop.
My favorite remark of the day yesterday came from my one and only "Robin Hamilton Townley the third, Esquire". I'm paraphrasing, but it went something like this:
"yeah, i have a yacht. it fits in our sink. It's called the "S.S. Shaddup"
Awwww, young love. ;-)
- Okay, there's a CHANCE that I provoked that one. hahaha. (How in the world am I not single?)

Sit Ubu, Sit.

Happy Thursday. Today I managed to elicit a COMPLIMENT from my boss! (No seriously, this is big). I mean, he didn't throw a raise at me or anything, but sometimes a little positive reinforcement is all you need.
So, it was a decent day today and I decided to walk Scout after work- mainly because he hasn't been for a decent walk since before Christmas and I'm starting to feel like a crappy pet owner. It was pretty muddy which is okay, except for when we ran into "Floppy" (name changed to protect the ignorant) and her owner who doesn't train her. Now granted, my dog is no saint, but I have managed to teach him not to jump up on people. This dog violated me. I was COVERED in mud and all she could do was give me that wink like we're both in on some big "Dog Owner" secret and say "oh, Floppy! Floppy stop! haha! She is SO playful- she just loves people". I don't get how just because we both own dogs I'm supposed to be okay with the fact that I am now wearing more of the park than the park itself- and it's because you don't train your 45lbs lab (who is supposed to gain another 45lbs by the way) not to jump. Sigh. I need a shower.

All together now, group hug on "3"

You've missed me haven't you? It's okay, be honest. I make your day. I've been a little busy the last few days. This past weekend my best friend from high school came out to visit. Ms. Shari Gross. There are very few people in life that you can go months without seeing, you run into them one day and feel like no time passed at all. Shari is one of those people. We had a great time talking about what HUGE losers we were in high school- don't be fooled by the amazing, beautiful, fabulous woman you see here, once upon a time I was "less than cool". Yes, even me. (yes, that was sarcasm. I am still "less than cool" -difference being that now I don't care.) We got to hang out and talk about who we hope "got fat" after high school and how the boys that shot us down (think "public humiliation") back then have definitely "Traded Down" because they missed out on us. Haha, just kidding. (sort of). I don't plan on bringing anyone on a Rikki Lake "look at me now" special where I walk in to a disco rythm dressed like the coordinator for the Red Light district and try to make some guy see the errors of his ways back in high school. Honestly, how did they ever talk someone into doing that in the first place?
Today is officially the end of 4 months that Rob has been in Iraq. (I say "officially" because I haven't seen him in almost 5 months, but the first two weeks didn't count.) 2.5 more months until he's home!

This is Rob and the new "Marine's Dog" Jester 

straightjacket for two

Okay Neal, why are my pictures blurry??

I am posting the picture of Rob with Jester not because I want the "awww, look how cute they are with their puppies" reaction, (but seriously, we ARE pretty cute) but to stop the emails and IM's from you guys freaking out over if that ring on his finger means we're engaged or, my personal favorite "secretly married" (Sorry Amy. Busted). Trust me, if either of these were true, you'd know by now because I would be shouting it from the rooftops.
(Rob, that's what some girls call a "hint")....just kidding honey!
The "bling" we sport are the ever famous, cheapie "True Love Waits" rings. Not the "comes with a complimentary human being garunteed to not put their dirty socks in the hamper" ring. Whew. Well glad to give some of you "peace of mind" and others a chance to roll their eyes at my blog AGAIN. (that's right- I see you.)

This is me and Scout on our way back from Christmas at the Kukich's. A week late, yes. But hey, I'm LEARNING here! 

For the Love Of Sandwiches!

What is up with the "comments" on here...? I can't find where they are and I just know that my millions of readers (i.e. probably three of you) are trying to leave me comments (i.e. "hate mail")! So frustrating! In any case, I'll get there.
Leann and I have joined a new gym. I'll be extremely excited when I actually have time to USE the gym so that I can justify handing over $37.00 each month. They claimed to have all these "bonus features". My favorite was the "Indoor track". This turned out to also be known as the perimiter of the Howard County Rollerskating Rink.... Something tells me I may have reached for the checkbook a little too quickly. The next time you see me, I better be RIPPED. :-)

And your name is.....?

So Happy New Year! I ended up abandoning my former New Years Plans (which consisted of reading a book with my dog). Instead I crashed a party with my roommate. On the last night of 2004, Leann and I conquered Annapolis - along with a bunch of her friends, none of whose names I can remember at this point... (and why do you care? You don't know them either.) We had a great time and drove home safely- thanks to Bret. (ha! remembered one!). Rob called around midnight to wish me a Happy New Year and once again I found myself at yet another "holiday gathering" feeling deep hatred towards all the couples surrounding me who were lip-locking and gazing adoringly at eachother. You cut me. You cut me deep. Sigh. Next year, it's on.

New Year's Resolution....who needs 'em?

Ha! Here I am! I said I'd move and now I have! I think this can be my "new year's resolution". It's the only thing I can think of that I actually have a shot at keeping.
So now that you know my new home - you're going to want to bookmark me. Trust me. I'm way cool. I just have to figure out all the new rules of this blog page vs. the crappy one at Xanga. (Shaddup. I'm technology challenged). Okay, leave me encouraging comments on how fantastic my web page already is. I'll appreciate it even though I'll know you're lying. Hey, isn't that what friends are for? It's kinda like when you ask your friends if you look fat in those jeans. The answer is always "no". :-)