A Starry Day

We are celebrating yet another WWandGS birthday today.  That's right dear readers, today marks the 28th anniversary of the birth of Starla/Rhonda Le.  Please take a moment today to reach out to her via Facebook, text message, phone, mail, email, or just drop by her house, and wish her a very very happy birthday!  Without our dear Rhonda all of our parties would have less flair, our lives would have less laughter, and our bar tabs would include far fewer appletinis.  I believe I speak for everyone who knows and loves you when I say this, Rhonnie, you are one of a kind!  I love you and I wish you the happiest of birthdays that the world has ever known!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Paul Peanut Potter Smith

On this day, two years ago (or 14 depending on who you are talking to), Paul Peanut Potter Smith, nee Peanut, was born in Tennessee.  He graced Dallas with his presence in late January of last year, courtesy of his Aunt Ashley Smith.  He is a stay at home dog, living off of his mom, but he doesn't let that get him down since there are very few positions open for canines in this economy and the entertainment industry in Dallas is dwindling.  I often tell him that if we lived in LA, he'd  have to contribute to the mortgage, but I let it slide since I know how much he enjoys just laying around all day and barking at nothing.  I asked him to give me a brief synopsis of things that he has grown to like and dislike over his past two years in existence.  He wasn't very amenable to this at first, since English is his second language he was worried that he would get some of the words wrong, but with my help he came up with the following:

Likes: CHEESE (Queso), CHICKEN, Rawhide, Cuddling, SLEEPING, Obama, Holiday Themed Toys, The Uptown Dog Lofts, My Friend Pepper, My "Aunts" (especially LIZ), Running, Wizards of Waverly Place, Paul McCartney, OU Sooners, Showing my Teeth, BEING STINKY, and Licking ANYTHING.

Dislikes: SWEATERS, Lady Gaga, Food without Cheese, People Touching Me, Making New Friends, Rain, Snow, Cold Weather, Following the Rules (sometimes), UNCLE JOHN, Lord Voldemort, Mac Brown, Dentists, Being Quiet, My Nickname "Pepito," and Lettuce.

 

 Sometimes I am really sweet.

 Sometimes I am not so sweet.

 Sometimes I am really funny.

 Sometimes I pass out.

And, I always do what I want.

Happy birthday PPPS, you are a very special little nugget,

Love SES

28 Years Ago Today, A Wizzard Was Born.

I know, I know... where have I been? Never fear, White Wine & Glow Sticks will be making a full comeback, and it's going to be better than ever in 2011.

I haven't had much to say... I mean, Snookie woke up in a trash can and thinks a good night is when she doesn't black out. Normal. Montel Williams was arrested at the airport for pot... Southwest Airlines changed their points system... See? I am speechless these days.

UNTIL NOW... I HAVE BREAKING NEWS:

Our favorite attorney, friend, wizzard, bookworm and "know it all" is a year older today. Without further ado, I would like to turn your attention to the one and only SARAH SMITH. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH!

Hope year #28 is the best year yet. Use your birthday magic powers wisely tonight and try to make it home at a decent hour. Nothing normal happens after 2am. Plus, you need to work on your "late night recipes." We will need to go to press with the book soon!

And folks, W.W.A.G.S. is coming to a cubicle near you with glowing reading material soon. Until then, drink lots of wine.

P.S. If you see this attorney on the streets tonight, buy her a drink! Happy Birthday! Love you S.E.S., J.D.

Neighbors

Yesterday I began my very lovely evening with dinner and drinks with several of my lovely friends at Vickery Park.  In case you are curious, which I reckon you are not, I had the mussels.  They were, in fact, very tasty.  I arrived back at home around 9:30 pm, when I promptly posted up on the couch with Paul to watch the season premiere of Greek.  At about 10:30, I took little Paul out to potty.  As I am standing there coaxing him to do his business, I hear a woman yelling, well almost screaming, some sort of nonsense from a distance.  At this point, I was a little cold, and a little nervous that I was about to meet some crazies in the parking lot, so I ran back upstairs and locked the doors.  (Sidenote: I have not been sleeping well for days because from time to time I am the victim of paranoia and I get nervous in the dark so I have to sleep with all the lights on.  Yes, friends, I am afraid of the dark.) 

So, It wasn't until almost four hours later, at 2:49am that I was jolted out of my slumber by several idiots yelling right outside my window.  If you know me at all, you know I am certifiably crazy when I am woken up, so I was not too happy about this.  Paul was pacing back and forth, so confused about what was going on.  I was half asleep and bitchy.  It was sooo early, yet so late.  So I lay there for a bit just listening to the bull shit going on outside.  I realized I should probably not get involved, just in case there was something violent going on down there.  So, I just did the most effective thing I could, and hoped it would go away.  About 15 minutes later, someone yelled at the idiots to shut up.  About ten minutes after that, they did.  This morning when I took Paul out there was trash all over the parking lot.  I'm talking at least 7 Big Mac containers and McDonald's cups.  Ketchup was everywhere.  So, I'm thinking that some assholes had a huge party that started to get rowdy around the time I heard that lady screaming and ended with a blow out in the parking lot with a Mickey D's food fight at 2:49am.  I would be lying if I said this was the first time I heard this.  It happened once before this fall. 

I love my neighbors.  I love to chat with them about our Christmas decor, the new paint on our units, gardening, our pets, and the weather.  I really enjoy seeing them on a daily basis.  But, if I figure out who caused that raucous outside my window last night, they are going down.  I'm talking no smiles from me when I pass them on my way to the dumpster.  Seriously, who does that on a Tuesday? 

Oh wait, I did...about six years ago in Norman, Oklahoma and about four years ago at the Gables.  My how the times have changed. 

I just love being old.

SES