See the green sticker…
He said “hey mom take a picture of this, classic.”

He’s right.

Get it?
no?

War is not earth friendly.

(mild profanity in this video, but it is still funny)

On Sunday, before the first of two soccer games, my first ‘berry love, died a horrible, white screen of doom death.

The little man at The Verizon Store was so cute with his “I am so sorry”s. I think he said that about 10 times, he felt my discomfort and distress.

All my contacts.
Gone.
All my pictures.
Gone.

I back up my computer all the time, but not the crackberry.
That won’t happen again.

Even though I had a replacement phone, I twitched for two days straight until I had the replacement love in my hot little hand.

All will be well with the world as soon as I install the software to back up my crack-data.

Right now.

I am typing my first blog post on my new MacBook!  I have spent all day on the PC doing work stuff and updating drivers and files and such on this lovely dream machine.  It is so quiet and sleek.  

I thought about taking a picture of myself using the photobooth…but right now, I have this pimple the size of a small dog on my chin.  I also have a mole on my chin and the 14 yr old got in the car after school today and said “Oh look, the twin towers” as he pointed to my chin.  I am a little irritated that I never got zits like this when I was supposed to…ya know as a teenager, at my age this is wrong.

So, back to the MacBook.  It was well worth the 2.5 hours we spent at the apple store waiting for someone to help us buy it.  Seriously, they need a new plan.  Why can’t the orange shirts sell me a computer if I know what I want?  Why does the hippie dude in accessories have to stay back by the iPod cases.  It was frustrating.

But, as things usually work out, I have a funny story.  If you also follow me on twitter you experienced this tale first hand…so you can quit reading now, or send a link to the hilarity to a friend.

I was in the apple store waiting for Chris, the guy who eventually was available to sell me my computer.  While I was waiting I was chatting with a young lady who wore one of the orange shirts, I think she felt sorry for me wandering aimlessly around computer to computer.  I had an glass from Panera Bread but it only had ice in it.  I was waiting for some of the ice to melt so I could suck it down before I got dehydrated waiting at the apple store for my MacBook. 

I was holding my glass of ice in my right hand down by my hip with the straw facing the isle where people were leaving the store.  I couldn’t even tell you what Miss Orange shirt and I were discussing but it was so engrossing, I didn’t notice the little boy stick his lips around the straw of my panera bread cup until I felt the vibration of the last of the water being sucked up the straw.

Oh. Honey!
I must have squeeled a little because the kids mom screamed and jerked her son off my straw as fast as lightening!  I offered him what was left because…well, I am not going to drink it!  Never thinking that she was just as horrified about the germs her son just got from me…afterall, I have that pimple the size of a small dog on my chin.

I turned to Miss Orange shirt and asked if she had a garbage, and with extremely large eyes she nodded.  She was being really quiet and I thought she was going to throw up, but, she later told me she was just trying to stiffle laughter.  I told her not to worry, it was a funny story.  I had already twitted about it!

So, the adventure with mac begins.  And as usual, it started with something incredibly bizarre.

One of my facebook friends posted this video.  It would have been better two weeks ago, but it is still funny and appropriate for the “season”.

Isn’t this a scream?

My friend Eva from Sort Things Out tweeted about it and honey, that is all it took!

I love the Sephora!
It cracks me up that I uploaded a black and white image and it came out looking half ok!

So, here-go make your own and be sure to let me know how it turns out!

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Now that I have officially passed that milestone by well over a month, I finally got a present from the mother of a friend of mine.

Wanna talk about some patience.
I gave HER this freekin’ stuffed bird SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO…for HER 40th birthday and she has kept it.
waiting.
and waiting.
for SEVENTEEN Years.

Oh yeah, the buzzard is the one on the left.

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I love quotes, especially funny ones. I think this one is perfect for the topic of being “over the hill”-isn’t that a scream. Or is that what they refer to people turning 50 now? maybe it is always a point in the future…who knows.
(Oh my stars, I am already starting to ramble)

“Women are most fascinating between the ages of 35 and 40 after they have won a few races and know how to pace themselves. Since few women ever pass 40, maximum fascination can continue indefinitely.”
Christian Dior quotes

So, here we are nine days until it is official and I do think I may be obsessing a bit.

Cafepress has some awesome shirts that I wish I had thought of a month ago to order to wear…my personal favorite is the one that says “I would rather be 40 than pregnant” truer words have never been spoken. Other good ones are the copyright 1968, In Dog Years, I am Dead and MCMLXVII.

Oh and this is fun…The Perks of Being 40 from Bella Online. I giggled. Outloud.