Boy...have I been neglecting this blog!! Well Millie just was laughing her head off at all of our antics at those past lunches, so we decided to start blogging again.

It's a bad day to start blogging. First of all it's Friday and there are two hours left of work. Secondly, no one is here. Half the dept. is out at a conference or took the day off. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Stay tuned, I'm sure there will be much more fun ahead. If I put in my Outlook calendar to post, I'll hopefully remember!

Wow, has it really been more than a year since we've blogged on Bowling 2 Boobs? Well, we're back, at least for today.

We were reading some of the old posts and laughed hysterically. That's funny stuff.

Okay, the truth is the blog isn't funny, but the shenanigans we write about are.

Today, we were at Applebees for lunch when Tara explained that she would be watching a movie tonight. You know, the movie about that single guy. Ah, hmm, the movie about the "single guy." That's telling! So after we laughed about that for a while, she continued to explain that it's a Ben Stiller movie about him marrying some women who then turns out to be a nut job.

Suffice to say, we hope to keep posting entries to Bowling 2 Boobs in 2008. Consider it a New Year's resolution.

Sorry we've been gone so long from the blogoshpere.

Have you ever received those e-mails that ask you to reveal something new about yourself. Like, name three places you've lived or name your favorite movies? We got one circulating at work today and found out something new about our friend Tina. She took college classes in Commerical Art!

So, we've nicknamed her Picasso.

Now, if that's not enough, as we were driving to our favorite lunch location today, Picasso (aka Tina), said, "You see that tree over there? I think that's the most perfect tree in the city."

I've never thought about it. Favorite tree? I guess you have to be Picasso to understand that.

Do you have someone in your life that rambles on and on and on? We talked about people we know who start talking, then all you hear after a while are those noises Charlie Brown's teacher used to make in the Peanuts cartoon - wah, wah, wah...

Ironically, we all seem to know people who talk like that. Most of my married friends point to their significant others as being the most flagrant violators.

Kelly Ripa's husband...Mark Consuelos - yes or no? I could have sworn that wasn't his last name, so we were going to Google it. But funny enough after talking about him at lunch we saw his name on the TV as we were leaving the diner and there was his last name. I'll never second guess Sammy again, she was right all along.

Finally, do college forms got you down? Talk to Picasso. She's had enough of them, Millie is happy not to have to do them anymore and Sammy remembers it being easier than what Picasso describes it. If you ask me, paperwork sucks. Enough said.

Not too much exciting, really, but at least we're back on the blog trail.

Until next time...buh, bye.

Speaking of sex...

Okay, I should have known that that phrase would eventually envoke a laugh fest. And it did.

We were talking about something that had to do with sex, when I said, "Speaking of sex." Then I continued, "Remember that guy my friend Jim wanted to set me up with? His name is Leo."

So, you see, my remarks were really not about sex, but Millie and Sammy immediately thought I was thinking about sex with Leo. I said that my reference to sex was only that I'm a woman and Leo was a man and that's it. The explaination didn't help...it was funny and that's that.

I guess you had to be there, but it really was funny.

Other than that today was a day to mock the world.

What got us started is our favorite summertime lunch spot is finally serving lunch. So when we drove past it we noted that it was busy with many out of shape customers.

Is that a bad of us?

That was just the beginning in a string of insults hurled at the innocent.

We couldn't help but comment about, "funny looking hair" man. We see him walking on the street from time to time and his hair cut is awful. Kinda short on the top and long everywhere else. Hmmm, I guess you could call it a reverse mullet.

Then, we passed "funny looking hair" woman. She had two braids on either side of her head and, I think, a pony tail in the back. Come on...that's just not right.

Finally, "skinny, flamboyantly gay" man was sitting on a bench. You can help but comment on him. Now we're not homophobic, but he's strange, so we just couldn't help ourselves.

Okay, now that I've made us sound like completely horrible people, I' close.

We promise to be less mean next time.

Why do cows lay down when it's about to rain?

This question is something we tried to Google, but no definitive answer was found. HELP! Does anyone know why?

Are they trying to keep a section of the field dry? Do they have joint problems that flare up during high humdity? We just don't know.

This question also reminded us of the time we had to call my sister to ask about cows. Cows by the way are females while males would be bulls. So much confusion!

Lunch today was a Quiznos. We'll give them a plug since they just opened. One complaint from the group though was that the writing on the menu is so small, it's hard to read. Was that turkey or chicken I had today...hmmmm.

Today, we had to swing by Sammy's house to see the new landscaping she and her family did. Very nice.

Okay...no too exciting today, but that's the way it goes on a drizzly Monday.

Until tomorrow.

Today we ventured out of town to our favorite Mexican restaurant.

At the restaurant it's always a treat to have the free chips and salsa while you wait for your meal. Well, Tina ordered cheese to dip the corn chips in and we thought Mille was going to have a spasm attack. She didn't know you could order cheese sauce for your chips. Sadly, while Millie LOVES cheese, it does not love her.

Now if Millie's excitment wasn't enough, Sammy took a dip of the cheese sauce and exclaimed, "I love this damn, friggin cheese sauce." Need we say more about the cheese sauce?

We are all adult women, but for some reason, food was flying everywhere today. Sammy was the first to notice that she got grease on her shirt, then noticed that her menu was spattered with the "damn, friggin cheese sauce."

As Millie grabbed her Tide To Go Stick for Sammy, she noticed that she, too had "goobered" on herself. Her's was the "damn, friggin cheese sauce." Apparently, cheese sauce doesn't love Millie in more ways than one. And, to Millie's dismay, the "damn, friggin cheese sauce" had landed on her boob (note that last week she had a similar boob problem).

If that's not enough, I then noticed salsa on my white shirt - in the boob area. Come on!

We should do a commercial for the Tide To Go Stick. We all used it and it worked wonders, especially on the "damn, friggin cheese sauce."

Another interesting converstaion ensued today on the word "luscious." Sammy hates that word, she thinks it sounds sexual. Hmmmm. You be the judge.

Okay another luscious blog is complete. Ole.

It was a small lunch crowd today, just me and Sammy.

On the way out the door we were talking about how dirty our cars were. I noted that my car was "well pollenated." You see, I park my car under a tree and the pollen from said tree is covering my car. Not too pretty!

Sammy had a good idea about having loose meat crumble burgers at a local hamburger joint for lunch. Good call!

While waiting for our burgers, we got our drinks and decided that the huge chunks of ice in the drinks looked like icebergs. Really...the ice was huge. We decided that they were "Titanic" drinks since they came with icebergs.

Then the preplexing question was raised. Where do baby birds come from? Sammy's son asked her this question and darned if we knew the answer. Why don't we know things like this?

So, our question to all of you...where do baby birds come from? We know that they hatch from eggs, but do birds "do it"? Do the female birds sit on the egg or do the male birds sit on the egg? So many questions, so few answers? I guess we could Google it, but it's much more fun to ask the fans of our blog.

Another good topic...ketchup vs. mayonaise. While eating our delicious crumble burgers, I noted that I made much more of a mess than Sammy. Our conclusion was that because she had mayonaise on her sandwich, which is tackier, her's held together better. I on the other hand had ketchup, which is slipperier, permitting the crumble burger to live up to its messy name.

Wow...that's a pretty impression post for only have a couple of people at lunch today. Until tomorrow...