Getting this CD tomm, fo sho.

This is pretty amazing.

Seriously Mom...

So, my friend Lorraine was watching his commercial with her Mom.  At the end Lorraine's madre was really concerned...

Lorraine's Mom: Oh my gosh, I feel so bad!

Lorraine: Why?

LM: Well I don't know what I'd do without my phone.

Lorraine: Seriously Mom, name 5 people that even call you...

LM: You....your brother....Dad....Aunt Cookie....and.......the dentist

hahahahah - so who's in your 5?

Oops, Beef turned 25 too!

So Beef turned 25 too, I'm pretty sure I was so caught up with being depressed about being old, that I left out the fact that my twin turned as well.  Whoopsies!

Side note: Beef sent me a shake weight, that arrived just a few days post-bday.  I sent her a Valentine that said "Happy Belated Birthday" inside that she got yesterday.  I'm an awesome sister/twin/MOH.

So, back to Beef's B-day... she had dinner plans with her fiance, 1st lieutenant blackout for Saturday night.  But they weren't ready and obvi wanted to blackout, so changed plans to go out Sunday.

Sunday came around and Beef and 1st lieutenant blackout couldn't go out to dinner because they had stayed up until 5AM, had breakfast at 24 hour diner and let's face it at 25 you're old, can't hang like you used to. 

So Monday rolls around, and Beef is fully expecting a full fledged birthday dinner.  Wrong.  First Lieutenant Blackout had to stay at work late, so didn't get home until 8:45.

Beef was starving.

He comes home...."You ate dinner right? I'm taking you out to dessert."

ughhhh.

So they are at their chosen restaurant, and Moose calls.  Beef answered since she wanted to soak up all the happy bdays from afar. 

Moose: What are you doing?

Beef: We're at Chili's.

Moose: Happy 12th Birthday.

She didn't even get the molten lava cake.  I guess she's wearing her Birthday present on her left hand too...haha.

Happy Belated B-day Beef!

xoxo,

Popprincess

Super Bowl Entertainment

Super Bowl Entertainment

Popprincess vs. Shake Weight

So much for anonymity

Shake Weight - 1
Popprincess - 0

Thank you @beckididit for the awesome b-day gift.

I Want My Boss to Adopt Me...

So, normally when a spunky young professional like myself has an older more established boss, she may develop an office crush and perhaps flirt (innocently enough) with the family man from time to time.

Nope, not me, I want to be adopted by my boss.

Don't get me wrong @mocarey is the best mom ever!!! She's a one of a kind lady and if you've ever met her you know she's thebomb.com.

Even so, it doesn't replace that feeling I was "deprived" as a child - always longing for brand names and trips to Disney World.  

Please note: I was eating hydrox, cheez-nips and drinking stop and shop brand juice boxes (dubbed "welfare boxes") all the way through high school. 


Let me tell you, when Capri Sun was on sale, we sure had it and I put that juice pouch out for all to see!

So anyway, all of these old feelings were drudged back up at a meeting just after Christmas.  My boss was discussing how his holidays were, what he got for his daughters etc (We'll call him Mr. K for all intents and purposes).

Mr. K: So we got our daughter a queen size bed, and she's just not used to it yet...

Me: A QUEEN SIZED BED? I still sleep in a twin when I visit my Mom....how old is your daughter?

Mr. K: Four

Me: I was in a twin until I was 22!!!



And that was just the start of it.  As we got into discussion about what he and his family had done over vacation....

Mr. K: Oh well we took the girls to New York City.  Do you know they have a Hospital at the American Girl store? There was a line over 100 people long waiting to take dolls to the fake hospital.

Me: Oh, American Girl Dolls too? How many do your daughters have?

Mr. K: Oh I'm not sure, maybe two each?

Me: Your daughters have the life I always wanted.


Along with our store brand food items, we did not have American Girl Dolls.  We had the booked (borrowed from the library of course) and the paper dolls, that's right paper.

So right now, as we're in the middle of the second of the one-two punch that is just this week's snow storm, he and his daughters are in Jamaica.  E-F-F O-F-F.  I think when he gets back Monday I'm going to ask him to adopt me.

xoxo,
Popprincess

Teach me how to ....Bernie?

So at this point if you don't know the Dougie you are way behind the times, but we'll catch you up




But if you really want to get ahead of the times, you'll learn how to Bernie. That's right, Bernie...like Weekend at Bernie's (for those of you that are Friends fans, it's Rach's favorite movie)





I swear it will catch on...

Popprincess does 25...

Ohhhh emmm gee.  I'm 25.  I could tell you that I've toned down and in my old age I'm wise & mature, but that would be a blatant lie. 

The big 2-5 hit the hardest yesterday when I was on the elliptical and I had to type in in my weight and to add insult to injury, my age.  I lied and said I was 19, it felt good, I like living life on the edge.

So what does a talented young bloggess do to celebrate her birthday?

Well I guess a lot of things.

Sticky helped me kick things off by taking my out for my first experience at Bukowski's.  I enjoyed quite a few delightful bevs and the sweet potato fries didn't hurt either.Hope he takes me back there sometime soon!

Now, that was my whole plan for Friday, but instead Bukowki's ended up serving as a pre-game for a night at Lucky's.

A few kids came over to drink and someone mentioned we were celebrating my birthday prematurely.  Someone asked "Oh when's your birthday?" And since I was mid-conversation with someone else my response was "January".  So apparently I am a diva and have a birthday month, not just a day.

Lucky's somehow required a shot of whiskey, since as a single 25 year old female you obviously want to grow some hair on your chest.Good times.

Since I was supposed to "lay low" I had previous plans for spin class at 8:30AM on Saturday with Canole.  You would think after my wild night I would have bailed on her...no no I was there, just a human on a bike at 8:30AM.

Following that I was greeted by my neighbor and friend in the apartment down below (Lillian) with a cup of coffee and baileys accompanied by a bacon egg and cheese - don't mind if I do.
(note: there was steamed baileys/milk atop the coffee, she is a serious betty crock) 

Then to the true celebration! A lovely crowd headed to Barlow's for brunch.  I felt fancy and 25, which was just wonderful.  We knocked back a few bloody mary's and joined the clean plate club fo sho.

My favorite part may have been the rock solid order of birthday surprises:

Real Quote: "Yes, We'll have the chocolate cake, apple cobbler, and a shot of washington apple".

All in all it was quite a success got some great QT with some lovely broads - props to Moose for loving organizing and making cat ladies feel spesh.

And what would my birthday be without a quick stop at the BBG for a couple follow up magners (yes it's only 4PM at this point).

 The evening brought us to West End Johnnies.  Apparently the awesome Boston Blazers were having an after party there too, so we were in line at 9:45 - woof....regardless a good crew got in and the last thing I remember is giving willow smith a run for her money and legit whipping my hair back and forth for some unknown amount of time.  I don't think i will be doing that again anytime soon.  I had the symptoms of whip lash up until yesterday (I know this because obvi I WebMD'd them).

Now, I lost some time between around 11:20PM - 1:00AM.  I sent Tinaface, verbatim this text:

12:52AM: O$g I'm a retarD come ton. 514 :).

I guess I'm retarded because I left my own b-day celebration - but I think I needed to be removed from the bar.  Somehow, I came back to live around 1:30 and orchestrated an after party...that didn't wrap up til 5am.  That sounds like how most normal people would celebrate their 25th right? Sure!

In case you were curious - that is the only outgoing text that was sent.  And yes Tinface did come to my apt - and yes she did slumber with her secret Ken doll looking manfriend on my couch - atta girl T.

Answers to other outstanding questions:

1) No, no one took home a Boston Blazer.
2) Of course I had Sunday Funday.

Nice to be back kiddies,

xoxo,
Popprincess

Why am I Single Sunday...

Q: Why am I single?

A: Exhibit A