Michaels Coupon

So I'm in the break room at work and notice a couple Michaels coupons on the table for 15% off. So I'm like, sweet! So I take one and then notice, it expired two days ago. Now, today was the first day those coupons made an appearance in the break room, meaning someone had to of just put them there. Who the heck puts out expired coupons? lame.

Morning Snack

So Nathan is on a cooking kick. Don't mind that at all and he's whipped up some tasty dishes thanks to the Food Network. So this morning he was making a marinate with oranges and whatever else. He only used half the orange so I helped myself to the other half for a morning snack. Took one, tiny bite and was done. Too sweet for the morning? no. Already full from breakfast? no. Too garlicky? huh. What would provoke me to make such a ridiculous suggestion? Oh maybe because my husband was savvy enough to spare getting another knife dirty in the morning and only used one to cut both the garlic and the orange. Lovely. I can still taste the stupid garlic...
So not tasty this early in the morning.

Nothing new...

Saw Twilight. ( I won't mention how many times, but it was more than once) - LOVED IT! Yes, it had some cheese filled parts and some lame special effects (what do you expect with a low budget film), but all in all I loved it and can't get enough of it. I'm totally beside myself as to why the infatuation. But it makes me happy so who the heck cares, right? I think Nate might think I'm a little nuts, but he understands since he can relate with LOTR.... and I'm pretty sure my nuttiness totally amuses him. He only feeds the fire when he tells me he's Edward and starts spewing out lines from the movie... you guys have no idea how lame we really are... well except Katie....we could probably make millions on our own reality show with a camera following us around all day.

Halloween

I'm a little late on my post, but here are the pictures of me at work in my costume. I made an outhouse out of a box and made fake legs to create the illusion of me sitting. It was hotter than heck in there and not remotely functional for the work place, but totally worth it for the laughs alone. Took 1st place for funniest costume and won $50!! Woo HOOO!! And it only cost $5 to make. Feel free to add captions in the comment section and indicate what pic it's for.. (The pictures look a little weird cause I messed with them a little in photoshop...)

Dying of Laughter at the Moment....

So I have a coworker that has horrible broken English when it comes to emails. Usually I can figure out what the email's about. This one had me and my manager crying from laughter!!! Pay close attention to the very last sentence. You may need to read it twice!! LOLLLLLL What makes it even a little funnier is she works in Human Resources.

I send you the payroll for this week, next week Martha is taking Monday , Tuesday and may be Wednesday, so if you have any questions please way she comeback jajajajajaja, no you know you can always come on me ,


Translation: I've sent you the payroll for this week. Next week Martha is taking Monday, Tuesday, and maybe Wednesday off, so if you have any questions, please wait until she comes back. hahahahaha. No, you know you can always count on me.

Pay Day

If you didn't already know, I work in payroll. And on pay day's, we're a little old school here and actually hand deliver everyone's paycheck. How nice, I know. Maybe you're fortunate to have this nice face to face contact with your payroll rep, so let me just point out some annoyances you may want to avoid.
For whatever reason, every pay day I'm guarenteed to have at least ONE employee say one of the following things to me:

"Oh, my name is 'so and so' (the name of an executive)." First of all, I know everyone's name so don't do me the injustice by trying to play me for a retard. Second, I would be an IDIOT if I didn't know who the executives are to which even if I didn't know your name (measly no name employee not important enough to remember) I sure as heck know it's not the name of the executive you just named. And just know that even though I give you a good convincing giggle, I'm giggling at the funny names I'm calling you in my head and not your lame joke that I've heard about a gazillion times.

"How about next time you add a few zeros to my check." To which I usually reply, "No prob. I'll be sure to add it after the decimal." I don't mind this question so much since I'm able to deliver my line and make my getaway while they're still figuring out what I just said. But still, it gets old, so don't bother asking.

"Oooh, it's my favorite person." You don't gotta lie to kick it. I'm paid to pay you so there's no need to patronize me.

Snuggie

Nate and I saw this infomercial the other night and about died laughing. You gotta click on the little video to truly appreciate the product. Maybe I'm crazy, but isn't that blanket just a robe on backwards?? I can't believe I missed out on that entrepreneurial opportunity. I need to look through my house to see what gold mine I've been overlooking all these years!

https://www.getsnuggie.com/flare/next

Where's Waldo

We were lucky enough to score free tickets to last nights Angel game. Before the game I sometimes like to try and get autographs from the players. As I was perusing the OC Register online, I came across this photo and found myself in it. Can you find me?? :)
I got Sean Rodriguez's autograph. Wish it was Torii Hunter, but oh well.

By the way, Yankee games at Angel stadium suck. Half the crowd is Yankee fans. Totally annoying. And what's even lamer is they only cheer for A-Rod and Jeter. Whoop-dee-do. Too bad you sucky Yankee fans won't see your precious Yankees in the playoffs! ahahaahahahahahaa
GO ANGELS!!!!!!!!!

BEHOLD....

No this isn't some picture I got off the internet. The is in fact the office in which I work. Let me just point out that where each chair is, there is an immediate wall behind it. It's a one-person office with two people jammed in. Lovely. And don't even think about, "oh there must be a better way to situate the desks." Been there done that, and sadly this IS the best way. My desk is on the right. If you look closely, you can see my Scioscia bobble head. And if you look even closer, you'll notice my coworkers GAY dodger helmet on top of her monitor. I'm soooo tempted to just give it a good flick....

So now you can see how one might get super dang annoyed by the constant smacking of the gum. By the way, I thought I was being clever today, but was apparently a little too vague. She was smacking her gum, as usual, and since my monitor is stratigically placed to block my view of her, I can pretend to not know what she's eating, so I asked naively, "oh, what are you eating?" To which she said, "nothing. I just have some gum." I thought that it was pretty clear that it was so loud maybe you should shut your mouth! But she didn't take the hint. So next time I'm going to have to just spell it out. I don't know why I haven't yet. I guess I just have a hunch that it will piss her off... which I admit would make me feel good--vindicated really. But the fact remains, I share a tiny office with her and it would get really awkward. Anyway, I'm pretty close to not caring these days. I'll post if I ever gather the balls to do it. The thing is, "any week" now, which we've heard for about a month, we're supposed to relocate into separate cubicles. Holy will be THAT day. So I've been trying to keep cool, but my nerves are wearing thin...

How about... I don't think so, stupid!

So I could write a book about the annoying lady I share an office with (by the way, pictures to come showing just how small the office we share is) but it would take me way too long, so I pick and choose my stories. (names changed to protect the innocent) Here's one for the books:
Last Friday (a payday for us) we had an audit that required all employees to present ID to pick up their checks. So today, an employee approaches my office coworker for his check. She checks his ID and begins flipping through the checks. Coming up empty she asks, "you're last name is Jones, right?" To which he replies, "no, it's Walker." (right, not eeeeven close and by now she should know these peoples names). Laughing at herself she says, "and I just checked your ID." The gentleman lets out a chuckle, all while I roll my eyes. But that's not the point of my story, as good as that story is. After stating 'and I just checked your ID', she then proceeds to say, "that's how good we are here." I'm sorry, did you just say WE???????????????!! It took all my energy to bite my tongue. How about.. I don't think so, STUPID!!!!!!! lakkej#@jld%*&ald!!!!

What a Skeezy Beast!!

First of all, I'll never understand (even if I wasn't mormon) why any girl would want to wear a skirt that seriously barely covers her butt checks due it's shortness in length. It would be annoying to be constantly conscious of keeping your goodies out of everyone's view. But then I guess those type of girls like their goodies out there for all to see. That must be it. They may as well be ringing a dinner bell with that easy access.
Case and Point: Nate and I had the luxury of having one of these skanks sitting behind us at the Angel game Wednesday, slightly to the right of Nate. One wrong turn of his head would have been fatal (due the beating that would have been initiated by me). Thank goodness he has manners.
So the skank leaves with her friend and then return a short while later. They proceed to walk down our isle, and then to my disgust, hop on the seat that's two seats over from me and climb up to their seats. And the skank was coming toward us at an angle because they were sitting on the other side of Nate, so she went all SPREAD EAGLE on us. Holy friggin CRAP!! She just put us on BLAST with her spread eagle! Thank goodness Nate was focused on the game. I was almost in shock at how blatant she was about what she did. I was like, "what kind of frickin skeezy beast does that??" Nasty whore, that's who. I was two seconds away from ramming her friggin crotch with my water bottle. Seriously, who just spreads eagle like that?? I could have killed her for putting my husband in a situation where he could have turned his head at the wrong moment, not wanting to see that any more than i did, and then she probably would have been thinking, "oh yeah baby, see what you're missing out on. You totally want me." Cause you know that skeezy beast was looking for some sort of reaction from him. I was totally peeved.
And then her and her lame friend kept trying to get people to cheer, and nobody would and the whore said, "geeze, what a bunch of boring fans."
I was really close to saying,"I guess we're all still trying to swallow the vomit in our mouths after seeing your rotten cheese from the lack of skirt you're wearing." I bit my tongue though. There were children around.

Butterface

You've heard the saying....she's a "butterface (but her face)... meaning everything else looks good but her face. So I was catching up on the latest gossip at USMagazine's website which had this picture posted asking for you to vote which one was the hottest. Phelps is by far the least attractive (and thank goodness his grill ain't showin'). The guy on the right looks gay and I'm not big on the whole jungle fever thing anyway. Which brings me to the guy on the left. He's pretty good looking I guess. Maybe it would be easier to judge if he weren't right next to Phelps. But what the heck is up with the skull necklace???

Nachos Please

When I go to an Angels game, my favorite thing to get are the nachos. LOVE THEM!!! $5 bucks for about the portion you see pictured, which is filling, but kinda pricey. To be expected at a ball park. So before the game we went to Monday, I took matters into my own hands...

I went to the store and bought a can of my very own nacho cheese for $7 bucks! Now you might be thinking that's alot to pay for a thing of nacho cheese, but picture about a gallon worth and then you'll realize the bargain here!! It turns out they only sell the ginormous size cans of it, and I'm okay with that. And I shoud point out that it's only 7 grams of fat per quarter cup. So I am not feeling guilty for indulging at all.

So now I have a huge tupperware in the fridge full of nacho cheese and our RS had this summer picnic thing the other night that was potluck, so I of course bust out the delicious nacho cheese.

It wasn't an enrichment activity, but a thing this one lady hosts in her backyard every summer. So the host is at the food table and i'm standing there loading my plate with my friend Jessica, when the host throws out there, "wow, who brought all that cheese?" trying to sound curious, but probably more disgusted. Mind you her sign up sheet on Sunday was labeled "healthy sidedishes" and I'm thinking, hello, only 7 grams of fat per quarter cup!. Geeze lady, just trying to share the wealth, you're welcome.

So without missing a beat I owned up to the cheese and told the fun story of how it came about. She didn't seem any more pleased than before, not that I cared, it makes for a great story.

And here's a little irony for you... Considering the likelihood of her being a bit disgusted with the cheese from her comment, I found the main dish she provided a bit counterproductive... hot dogs. I don't know if you can get any more unhealthier than that. So excuse me for trying to make things a little more healthy at the picnic. lolllll

Moment of Silence Please..

Lackey missing his throwing arm, Vlad missing both arms (and bat), Hunter missing an arm,
and Figgins... an arm, hand, leg, head cracked open and knocked off the foundation he was once positioned on.















































Now I know the news didn't broadcast any casualties from the quake. But when I came home, I found our poor Angel bobbleheads in pieces. I mean, hands and feet and crap all over the place!! It was like WWII erupted in our second bedroom. Two out of the six were practically unscathed leaving four in need of repair. I've managed to glue them all back together. Though Chone Figgins took the hardest hit and may be permanently on the disabled list. I found him missing a hand, arm, leg and half his helmet crushed in pieces. I glued most of him back together but he still has a good size hole in his helmet where the pieces were to small to glue back in.
I guess that's what happens when you live in Cali and don't secure your precious bobbleheads that sit on top of a shelf that sits on top of your desk, to where a good shake will cause them to fall and shatter on the desk.
Stay tuned for pictures...



By the way, we had lots of other things all over the place with minor broken items, but here's a weird one. We have this beautiful faux Tiffany lamp on our nightstand (with an all glass lamp shade). We came home and found it on the ground right next to the nightstand, standing perfectly up right, as though someone had just placed it there. We knew the quake knocked it down there, but it was kinda eerie seeing it so perfectly situated on the floor. Like someone was there to catch it and set it down....
But then we realized how it got to that position. Of course the quake knocked it off the stand. And the stand is about 2 feet from the wall, and next to the wall Nate had his tool bag, which is kinda like a tool box, but made out of some sturdy, but soft material. When I inspected the area, right above the tool bag there was a good size nick in the wall. So the lamp apparently tipped over off the nightstand and on it's way down hit the soft tool bag, nicked the wall, and the impact knocked it upright on the floor. Crazy! And crazy that the lampshade didn't bust at all 'cause even though the tool bag is somewhat soft, it had all kinds of tools poking out all over.
Anyway, it was cool. I should be a detective.

Before you Panic...

No doubt you felt the jolt around noon today. I read it was only 8 feet below the surface so no wonder it felt a million times bigger than 5.4 magnitude. Anyway, just thought I'd pass on some info for future reference, ya know, when the "big one" hits... or any disaster for that matter. I haven't been able to confirm this, but it makes logical sense. Many of us today after the big shake instantly turned to our cellies only to be disappointed that they didn't work. I heard that Verizon (not sure what other networks) goes "off line" for about 30 minutes following a disaster to keep lines open for 911 emergency calls since in disasters people tend to instantly jump on the phone and clog up the network which causes some calls, including emergency calls, to not get through . I would assume your cell should be able to dial 911 during that time, but no other numbers.

I think our first instinct when the phone doesn't ring out is to kinda panic and worry about that person being severely hurt and their phone is broken since it's not ringing, and all these wild ideas play out. When in reality, even if they were hurt and their phone got crushed and no longer worked, your call would still at least go straight to voicemail. So I guess, you might have reason to panic if all you get is voicemail. Ookay, I hope I didn't just cause you all to panic. You get my point.

Introducing Barbie the WHORE

Her official name: Black Canary Barbie ------- if that doesn't scream HOOKER, I don't know what does. And is it just me, or does she look a little anorexic?? Or maybe her weight is a little low from her crack addiction and all the running she does from her pimp. Apparently, this barbie is made after a popular comic book character, the Black Canary, but I don't think that makes it OK by any stretch of the imagination. And how many little girls read comic books anyway to where the toy industry would see a real opportunity here??

By the way, she is for real, and for sale for about $40 at Toys R Us.

Dang, I didn't know hookers were so cheap!

Hands Free Law

So everyone knows about the new law. Maybe this already occurred to you too...While I was watching the news July 1st, the newscaster was interviewing a police officer about the new law and asked about texting, something I was curious about as well. Turns out, there's nothing in the new law prohibiting texting, let alone a law of it's own. Call it ironic? Or hypocritical maybe? Not sure what to call it, but it sure doesn't make sense. I can't help but feel texting is a million times more dangerous to do while driving than having the dang phone in hand. At least when the phone is in my hand i still have one hand on the wheel and BOTH FREAKIN EYES ON THE ROAD. So unless you have some crazy talent that allows you to look down with one eye and the other on the road all at once, this is the dumbest law ever. Way to make the roads safer law makers. How can I repay you? How about with this hilarious video!!

http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-42985#


By the way, the cop mentioned there is a law that allows cops to pull you over and write tickets for driving distracted, which he tied into people texting. Not that I'm a genius, but wouldn't that law cover the whole driving with a cell in my hand? Granted the cell phone law was probably instituted so they can fine you more for it, but that doesn't sound as funny as noting there's already a law covering it.

Meanest Person Ever..

Okay, sometimes I feel like the meanest person ever because I have these mean thoughts that I not only sometimes share with others, but I think they're funny, which is why I share them. So feel free to judge...here's the latest and greatest mean thought...

So I share an office with another employee (a one man office I might add). Among other annoyances I've maybe ranted about before (like the stupid radio), I have a new one to add to that list. And maybe you all think I'm mean for having a list, yeah, I'm not going to argue. But when you share a tiny office with someone else, you'll find your own list writing itself.

Anyway, she ALWAYS has a desk full of wintergreen lifesavers mints, a flavor I too enjoy on occasion. And she eats them all day long. So not only do I have to hear her crunching on those things all day, but it friggin smells like bengay in here, ALL DAY LONG!! I used to love wintergreen. Now... not so much.

AND THEN..... one day, I happened to have a few pieces of candy (the little bite size snickers if you must know). So as I was unwrapping my third piece, and then my coworker says,"another candy? you must be addicted to candy."

First of all, who the hell says that???? I was like, REALLY?? I'm addicted to candy?? And what the freak have you been poppin all day long stupid.

By the way, we just got out of a quick meeting with our manager who had a bottle of pepsi on her desk. My coworker, no joke, at point blank, asked, "is that a pepsi?" No, it's a friggin rocket I plan on sending into space. What the heck do you think????????? HERE'S YOUR SIGN!!!! ahahahahahahahahahahaa

(I don't want to imply that she's unintelligent or anything since for the most part I know she is intelligent. But c'mon, who says that?)

Afraid to go into the Water??

If you aren't, well, maybe after reading this...too bad there's no picture. Click on the picture below to read how big the fish was...
I guess the clicking on the pic doesn't work. Basically a 6 1/2 foot long catfish was found dead. It apparently tried to eat a soccer ball, which got stuck in the fishes mouth, eventually killing it.
To put the size of that thing in perspective, if it had legs, it would be taller than my husband.

Lessons Learned

Learned two lessons yesterday. One - There's a lot about cooking and chemistry I don't know.

And Two - NEVER cook milk on the stove top if it's starting to go sour. Here's the story behind it.

Before I ever pour milk into a bowl of cereal, I take a whiff to make sure it's still good since we all know there's almost nothing worse than taking a spoonful of delicious cereal goodness with nasty spoiled milk. So yesterday was no exception. I took a whiff and could tell the milk was starting to go a bit sour. It had that kind of fruity smell, but still seemed like it could be salvaged. So I thought, maybe if I heat it on the stove top to make cream of wheat it won't be as noticeable.

HOLY COW I couldn't have been more wrong. Not only did the milk start to curdle, but the smell went from slightly sour fruity smell to straight up PUKE smell and permeated the whole friggin' downstairs. Super dang nasty.

Note to self - never ever ever heat up milk reaching it's expiration date on the stove. ew.

WICKED

I forgot to post about the show...
Well, it was awesome. I had never been to a broadway musical before and was surprised at how awesome it sounded in person. It was like a CD was playing - it was clear and crisp - just amazing. And the story itself was very clever. Nathan really enjoyed it (I knew he would be he was skeptical). Anyone that somewhat enjoys music and the movie the Wizard of Oz will get a kick out of this show. And there are tickets for around $30. And there isn't a bad seat in the house. The only draw back - the songs will be forever stuck in your head...
Seriously, we both wake up with the songs playing in our heads. (I guess it doesn't help that we got the soundtrack). But we stopped listening to it and STILL wake up with those songs in our heads. Granted, they're fun songs, but I don't necesarily want to be singing them all day long. Oh well.

Does it smell like updog in here?

Anyone remember this joke??? CLASSIC and HILARIOUS. I taught it to my niece and nephews while in Washington (a huge hit I might add). Never gets old. For those of you less fortunate to not have ever played this joke here it is...

Ask someone the question, "does it smell like updog in here?"
To which most people will inevitably reply, "what's updog?"
And then you say, "nothing what's up with you?!"
And then laugh your head off while they're scratching their head. LOVE IT!!!! bahahhaahahah

By they way, if you don't get the joke, you're probably not cool enough to use it so I'm not going to explain it. KIDDING. I'll give a hint, instead of spelling DOG, substitute with DAWG...

Washington

We were able to visit some family in Washington a couple weeks ago. Too much fun to write all out. But I wanted to comment on how friggin' clean that place is! Not to mention the greenest place I've ever seen. They don't even have billboards there which was so weird to not see any but made the place look even cleaner. And get this...while sitting outside, we saw a BALD EAGLE just hanging out flying low overhead. I was like "oh cool, check out that hawk!" And then I was like "hmmm, hawk with a white head...never seen one like that before..." And then it quickly registered in my brain what I was actually seeing. Neat-o! I mean, maybe I don't get out much, but never seen one of those in the wild.

5 Years baby!!

Heck yes! Our 5 year anniversary is tomorrow! Wow-wee that sounds like forever but feels like only a couple of years. And it's cool tomorrow cause it's the same day of the week we were married on. So if you're putting that together, we were married on Friday the 13th!!! Good thing we're not superstitious.
So Nate surprised me with tickets to WICKED!! I'm pretty darn excited. I don't know that the seats are that great, but I've got binoculars so I'm good. I'll have to post again after we go tomorrow. Super darn dang crazy excited here people.

Food for Thought - Literally!

I LOVE breakfast. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT! So Saturday we decided to go out to breakfast which I was pretty darn excited about. We try to find cool hole in the wall places and Nate remembered a place he used to go to in Costa Mesa that he liked called the Side Street Cafe, but it had been years since his last visit. Now, I don't know if it changed or if his standards for delicious food were lower back then, but it was so NOT what my anticipation had built up to. Not that he said anything special to build up my anticipation, it's breakfast and so I'm automatically anticipating something delicious. After all, how do you mess up breakfast?? Well, let me tell you how. First, you hang up a three year old award for "greatest restaurant" (or some crap like that) next to where your customers eat. Then you serve them their slightly warm/cold food on plates too small to hold the already small portions so when you try to put syrup on the pancakes you ordered, it would only run right off the plate. Then you'd put two pieces of cold, undercooked bacon that have probably been sitting in a massive pile of cold, undercooked bacon since yesterday and put them on top of the pancakes since there's no room on the plate for them and make sure they taste like crap (I've never met a piece of bacon I didn't like until Saturday, cold or not, as long as the bacon tastes good I'm satisfied). Then you bring out the nasty bright yellow eggs on their own plate 5 minutes later than the pancakes (which is kind of a long time). And then you put an $8 price tag on it.

Now that I'm done complaining, here's your food for thought that occured to me as I ate my sad breakfast. Scrambled eggs. I love me some scrambled eggs and order them every time I eat breakfast. After eating here, I may start ordering a well done fried egg. I'm going to try to make sure I check out other peoples plates with scrambled eggs first to see if they look normal. Here's why: when my cold eggs came, I couldn't help but notice how ridiculously bright yellow they were. So I realized one of two things here - one: they weren't real eggs. Or two: they were real but made up of 90% cholesterol filled egg yolks. What are the chances that a small mom and pop place would waste all those egg yolks from the customers ordering egg white only dishes (which I saw was an option on every egg dish for an additional charge)?? Chances are slim and from the looks of the nasty eggs i got, I would be willing to put money on it. And if that isn't enough to convince you, I used to work at the snack bar at a golf course and know that they used to keep a tub of prescrambled raw eggs and would just use a laddle to scoop out some for the frying pan. Their eggs were good though and i can see the advantage of doing it that way, but I can also see how convenient it would be to dump all the egg yolks in there to save some $$.

I'm really not that picky of an eater, especially breakfast. But I gotta say that the food at girls camp easily would have given this place a run for their money.
What's mind boggling is I read some reviews online that raved about this place. Do yourself a favor and never go there. Hit up The Filling Station in Orange. It will change your life. Amazing food at an excellent price in a cute, quaint part of old town Orange.

Favorite T-shirts

If you ever feel the urge to buy me something, feel free to buy me a t-shirt from this site. Here's a link to one of their shirts that I personally find HILARIOUS!! If you don't think these shirts are funny, you may be arguably dead inside. I love this website. Check out their other shirts.

http://www.palmercash.com/product.asp?3=125


This one is on my list to buy for myself:

http://www.palmercash.com/product.asp?3=1505

Video Games and Fat kids

I'm an avid video gamer. I LOVE video games. I'll literally play for hours sometimes. I've read so many stories about why kids these days are so fat. Everything from the parents over indulging them with food, lack of exercise, school cafeteria food, etc.
Tangent - we all ate the same cafeteria food growing up and were never considered an obese generation. But the fact that many schools have cut PE out of the kids daily routine at school not only creates lazy fat kids, but teaches them there's nothing fun to do outside. They never get introduced to fun sports like soccor, baseball, etc since those are now too "dangerous" at school so unless the parents are into sports, the kids will probably never know what else there is to do.
Back to my point - Video games have also had the finger pointed at them as being a culprit to causing fat kids. Here's the thing, if anything, our generation has spent at least an equal amount of time playing video games, if not more, than today's kids--and we weren't fat as kids because of it. Proof - well if you had brothers, the proof lies there. You can probably remember the countless hours wasted in front of the TV playing games. But here's the real proof - video games have come a LONG way. It wasn't until I think N64 that you could even SAVE your game to pick up where you left off whenever you wanted. All the older systems we grew up on didn't have that capability so it pretty much forced kids to sit for hours and hours in front of the boob tube if they ever wanted to actually beat a game. And every kid I knew beat all the games they had. So there it is everyone! We can now rule out video games as being the culprit to obese kids. You're welcome.

Some people are still raising good kids

I probably won't do the story justice thanks to my crappy memory but it was so nice to hear such a thing I had to pass it on.
My mom lives on a residential street that is abnormally busy for it's location. Her house sits on the street where it starts to curve and has had countless accidents near or in front of her house from people taking the curve too fast. And when all the kids lived at home, we would get a lot of visitors and so long story short... whether it was a visitor backing out of the driveway or a crazy driver going too fast, her mailbox has been hit and taken out too many times to count. Not to mention the pesky turds that would go on mailbox bashing sprees, which most of the time I would guess were friends of Spencer.
Anyway, some months ago a local teen hit her mailbox. Something in his car malfunctioned and caused him to lose control of the steering wheel and caused him to knock over the mailbox. Instead of the usual hit and run, the kid knocked on my mom's door to not only apologize but promised to be back the next day to fix it. She accepted his apology, which was more than enough and didn't really expect to see the kid again. But low and behold, the next morning the kid was out there, with his father near by watching, as the kid not only replaced her whole mailbox, but packed in some cement to help keep it in place. Needless to say, my mom was shocked, as was I when she told me the story. Sad to admit, but shocked was really the feeling. I don't know how many kids would do that. Maybe I don't get out much.
Anyway, cool story.

PINK'S

We love to watch the food network and they have this Drive In's and Diners show that shows all these cool places to eat at all over the US. They showed this place called Pink's in Hollywood. The coolest little place. Been in business for almost 70 years. It's a little hotdog place and for whatever reason, I love hotdogs.. and chili. So I'm a pretty happy camper with a chili dog.


So, Saturday we decided to check it out. You can't see the line in the pics (which wraps around the building), but we waited for 45 minutes and the line didn't even seem that long, so be prepared if you venture out there. They prepare your hotdog right when you order in front of you and then there's only one person ringing up the orders who may have been the slowest moving cashier ever. It was a bit pricey, a long wait, and quite a drive out there. But ssoooooooooo totally worth it, at least once. It was dang tasty and with the added nostalgic we were happy with what we got. Lots of famous people have eaten there and there's autographed photos all over the inside. It was about $17 for us to eat, so like I said, it's a bit pricey, but worth it for at least a one time thing (especially if you like chili dogs).
I got the chili cheese dog, fries and a cream soda.
Nate got the 'Today Show' dog, onion rings and a cream soda. Here's a link to their awesome menu. Check out the Super Specials...

http://www.pinkshollywood.com/pgz/menu.htm

House Walk Throughs

I just remembered this hilarious story and thought I'd share. As you know, when you're looking to buy that perfect house, you do walk throughs to check out the digs. Our realtor, who is a member of our ward, took us out to different homes to check out. He made sure to schedule appts with the owners to make sure we had a convenient time to stop by, something that isn't necessary since realtors have special codes to open those little boxes on the door handles to get in if no one's home, but it's a nice gesture.
So we show up at this one place, knock, no one answers. The upstairs window was open so he kinda shouts, "hello, anyone home?" but no luck. So our realtor opens the door with his special code. Seconds after we step in we heard something upstairs. Couldn't quite make out what it was, thought nothing of it and proceeded to walk into the first room. And then we heard the moaning. Oh yes, you heard me right... moaning. Followed by the sound of the bed. Needless to say, we hurried our butts out of there giggling the whole way. We were there maybe 5 minutes. I'm not sure if the people there knew someone had walked into the house or not--or just didn't care. I gotta say though, it was a bit embarrassing being there with a member of our ward and I don't know that anyone would feel very comfortable in that situation. Kinda the feeling you get when you're watching a movie that starts to show a slightly risk-ay scene and your parents are in the room watching the movie with you and it just gets really awkward and you just wish someone would fast forward, but you don't move because you don't want them to know you're uncomfortable... yeah, that's kinda what it felt like. And then a few weeks later he was called to be bishop. Good stuff.

Boys will be Boys

Saturday we had a at the Montoya's. While there we were treated to some fantastic homemade pizza courtesy of Chris Montoya. Seriously the tastiest. You'll never order in again. Anyway, there were leftovers that everyone was lucky to be sent home with.

So I'm in church thinking about how delicious my lunch will be since I'll be devouring my left over pizza. We get home and I go upstairs to change while Nathan doesn't waste any time getting his 2 slices ready to eat. After I change, I walk into the kitchen to find my 2 slices on a plate. But one of my slices had a huge bite out of it! And it was the first bite, which is my favorite (don't know why but I just love that first bite). So I started badgering my husband and he was adamant that it wasn't him and that it was like that before he took it out of the bag. I was starting to believe him and then scolded him for snaking the two good pieces... and then he could no longer contain his laughter. And I knew that laugh! What a turd! Who the heck takes a bite out of someone elses pizza when they have their own equal amount of pizza! I gave him an earful, but there was no getting through. He was too pleased with himself. He's been warned though. I don't go down without getting the last word. I haven't decided my revenge yet...

By the way, this sort of behavior is soooooo something my brother Spencer would do. I guess I can thank him for grooming me my whole life to be a wife. Without brothers, a girl would be in for the shock of her life when she gets married.

My fake dead fish

Check out video of our fish Sanchez. We named him that because he has a little line of orange on the top of his mouth that kinda looks like a moustache so Sanchez somehow seemed to fit the bill. Here's the caption that is on the youtube site...

Just your average dead gold fish...except that fish isn't dead. It just floats there upsidedown all day. No it's not stuck. There's plenty of room between the tank and filter to swim by. For the most part it only leaves that spot to eat and that's about it. Why you ask?? Beats me. I can't say it's dumb because it leaves to eat when I put food in. So I guess it's just your laziest fish ever.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sje4v7wyrrM

Question of the Day

Why is it when I put delicious little fluffy mallows in my hot chocolate they float away from my mouth when I drink?? I'd like to be able to eat them as I drink, not at the very end of my drink. Logically, wouldn't you think if the fluid is moving forward the mallows would follow suit? So I drink all the hot chocolate to get to my mallows and they refuse to move from the bottom of my cup, clinging to the sludge of unmixed chocolate I try to avoid drinking. Now I have to dig them out with my fingers. Ding Dangit mallows!
They're smarter than they look.

Easter Sunday

Gotta tell these hilarious stories from Easter yesterday involving my nephew Gavin (he's 2). My family is still sitting at the dinner table chit chatting while Gavin is permitted to go in the backyard. There's a little playground back there he likes to play on that is in perfect view through a big window situated right in front of the dinner table in the dining room. The following all took place within maybe 30 minutes. Sooo much funnier to see in person of course.

First, we noticed him casually walking to the playground...which would have been fine if he didn't have a hammer in his hand he apparently found that my other brother left out. So Spencer (Gavin's daddy) opens the door to retrieve it and as soon as Spencer says "Gavin, come here", Gavin is running to the playground fully aware that he is now doing something he isn't supposed to and proceeds to hide in the covered part of the playground thinking he out smarted daddy. Funny thing about Gavin is when he knows he has something he shouldn't, he'll normally throw whatever he has in an effort to dispose of the evidence before he hides. I think the hammer may have been a little too heavy to throw, thank goodness. By the way, the rest of the family is all snickering while watching through the window.
Then, maybe five minutes later, Spencer retrieves gardening prunes from Gavin who was chasing the neighbors cat. Priceless.
After inspecting the yard for any other things he shouldn't play with, he's released back outside.
So he's playing on the playground when someone notices he pulled his pants down ( a new fun trick he likes to pull). So everyone looks out the window as he starts to run towards the house with his pants around his ankles when he totally eats it in the grass. And then he gets up and makes it to the back door where Spencer is waiting to pull up his pants. Everyone is roaring with laughter in the house. It was too funny watching him try to run with his movements being limited by the pants around his ankles. You could really see the determination on his face. I don't know where these kids come up with this stuff, but talk about entertaining!

Eyebrows

Okay, so part of the Tag post I revealed my lack of eyebrows and was disappointed with the lack of sympathy! boo hoo... So I'm putting it to a vote. Would you rather have crazy out of control eyebrows you have to constantly maintain, or would you rather have to draw them on every day because you have none?

First I'm going to whine. Let me just say that I wasn't born with nothing. Mine start and have a little color, but then they go very thin and blonde, almost like fuzz. In fact, my mom, dad and both sisters don't have hardly any but my brothers both have friggin forests growing on their foreheads. And it doesn't help that i have my dad's fat forehead. thanks dad. So because the beginning of my eyebrow does have some color, I'm still stuck having to pluck part of them to keep the shape of that part of the brow. And it takes a good 15 minutes to draw on. Not to mention how careful i have to be to put on or take off clothes so they don't wipe off. And then there are the pet peeve questions about shaving them... idiots. And then the question, how do you get them so perfect?? Oh.. i don't know... i guess from having to DRAW THEM ON FOR THE LAST TEN PLUS YEARS!! Duh! Seriously, you should see some of the prehistoric pictures of my adolescence when I was still trying to figure out how to draw them on and making them look real. I won't lie.. they're kind of disturbing pictures.

Yet another PSA

Okay, so I won't mention any names to protect the innocent since this was in no way an intended act to harm anyone. So someone decided to go to the car during Sunday School to go over a talk they would be giving in Sacrament (our church schedule is backwards so we end with Sacrament). Apparently during that hour, this person needed to relieve themselves of some seriously nasty gas. Hey, there was no one else in the car, no harm done, right?? Wrong!!! So after church I climb into the very same car with this person to go home. Almost instantly I jumped back out of the car. I can't even begin to explain the nastiness that had over an hour to ripen in the car before I met my fate. It was so potent I swear I could almost taste it. Sooo nasty! Even though this person did think to slightly crack the windows, the fresh oxygen that should have flowed in was no match to the Bog of Stench (anyone seen Labrynth? lol).
PSA - If you gotta let one rip, do NOT do it in an area that might cause it to linger longer and ripen.
PSA #2 - Don't take a chance on letting one rip on the OFF chance it won't stink.

Cat in the Bag

You should know before reading this post that this is in fact a TRUE story. I couldn't have made up an uproariously funnier story if I tried. And if you know my mom, it's even funnier because I swear she constantly has the funniest things happen to her. I hope this post does it justice. Telling it in person is sooo much funnier.
My mom has a friend who, for whatever reason, feels it is her sole responsibility to give road kill animals a proper burial. Are you as creeped out as I am?? At least you'll probably never be in a car with her. My mom, however, isn't quite so lucky.
So my mom is riding along with her friend on their way to do some shopping when they come across a dead cat in the road. And you can bet her friend wasn't for any reason going to pass up that cat. After all, it needs a proper burial, right?? Eww. All they had was an empty Nordstrom bag, so that's where the dead cat is put and then placed in the trunk of the car.
So they continue on with their day and finish their shopping. They come to their car and pop open the trunk to put their shopping bags in. They pull out the infamous Nordstrom bag to load the other bags into the trunk when out of nowhere, this guys comes running by, and SNATCHES the Nordstrom bag for my mom's friend. They both stand there in disbelief of what the heck just happened. Boy is that guy going to be in for a surprise! lol!!! Okay, so I could end the story there with a good laugh, but that is not where the story ends...
Only minutes pass, and while still in shock of what just happened, my mom and her friend watch as the man continues to run off....... when out of nowhere..... he gets hit by a friggin CAR!!! No Joke, my friends. If you don't believe in Karma, take notes on what just occured. But wait, it gets even better...
So the ambulance shows up. The paramedics load him onto the gurny and as they are loading him into the ambulance, a bystander notices the Nordstrom bag and figuring it must belong to the guy getting loaded into the ambulance, calls out to the paramedic, "hey, I think this belongs to him." He hands it to the paramedic who then places it on the man on the gurny. And then they take him away. I wish I could see the look on that guys face when he opens that bag. LOL. Jokes on you pal.
I personally don't think that's where the story ends. To my knowledge, when someone is admitted to a hospital, all their belongings are placed into a clear bag. I would bet that guy would have some serious explaining to do!

Broke the Bank

So we finally caved and broke the bank. That's right people. We finally bought Nathan a cell phone. What can I say, when we first got married, we were about as poor as every other mormon newly wed. It's been almost 5 years since he's had one and I've only had mine for two. Most of the time we're together anyway so a second phone seemed pointless. We realized though that for an extra $10 a month on top of what we're paying for my phone and our home phone, we could disconnect the home phone and get Nathan a cell. So why the heck not.
We also finally got cable a few months ago. We had some pretty awesome bunny ears going on for a loooong time. But hey, we've had the internet since day one practically so we weren't totally living in the stone age.

Road Rage

Aubry is my 2 1/2 year old niece who is the funniest little girl I've ever met. She talks very well for her age and can easily hold a full on conversation with you with little effort on your part. So anyway, my mom (her grandma) and my sis-n-law (Aubry's mom) were running some errands at a store. Aubry was sitting in a push cart when a lady evidently got a little too close to her cart which led Aubry to exclaim, "Watch it lady! Don't you know how to drive??!" If only I could have been there. That's something she so totally picked up from grandma. Grandma's apparently got a bit of a road rage problem. lol!!!

Public Service Announcement

Okay, before you read, this is in the strictest confidence because my hubs told me not to blab it to people, but sometimes things happen where the marriage confidentiality clause is completely null because I felt the public could benefit from knowing about the events that have taken place. I should also add that these offenses have never diminished my love for my husband or my perception of the wonderful man that he truly is. Here are the offenses, which actually occurred years apart from each other.

So there I am, half asleep minding my own business, when I suddenly felt something tap my face. It was big enough to wake me up and I said to my hubs, "I think something hit my face." I was a little freaked out because of bugs and spiders, etc. He was like "are you serious?" "Uh, yeah I'm serious." While trying to stiffle his laugh he says, "I just flicked a bugar." OH, MY, GOSH. I'm not quite yelling, but clearly aggitated at his admission. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?????? IT'S ONE THING TO PICK YOUR NOSE AND FLICK (which I don't really care, hey I'll admit it too, I'm a nose picking flicker so whatever okay) BUT WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU FLICK IT MY WAY??" Gross.

PSA #1 - If you're gonna pick and flick, please make sure to flick in a direction opposite of anyone around you.

Next offense. I have this cute little plastic cup I like to use for my water with the disney princess's on it. Sometimes I leave it on the side table next to our couch. So anyway, I filled it up with water and after taking a few drinks I noticed some residue at the bottom of the cup that almost looked like mold. ew. "Honey, I think there's some mold in my cup." "Let me see," hubs replied. After inspecting he declared, "that's not mold." I could hear the laugh forming within him and I was like "What Is It Then?" "It's a bugar," he admitted bursting into laughter, "I didn't have anywhere else to put it." Too lazy to get up off the couch and get a tissue and evidentally just too messy or big or both to just roll and flick. He's not trying to pull pranks on me, he just doesn't think things through sometimes. He thought he'd remember to wash my cup before I had a chance to notice. He forgot, to my dismay.

PSA #2 - If you strike gold in your friggin nose, do us all a favor and get a tissue. Don't be lazy!

EVERYONE JUST CALM DOWN PLEASE

So the other day I needed to go pick up a package at Fedex after they left me one of those door tags. So I get there and get in line. There's maybe 6 of us waiting patiently. There's two fedex employees behind the counter and one anounces to those of us waiting in line that we can hand in our door tags so she can go into the back to retrieve our packages. Not even a minute after, the other lady announces, almost shouting, "Okay people. Now I wouldn't recommend you all turning in your door tag all at once and to just remain in line. I don't want anyone to get upset when someone that was in line behind you gets their package before you." I WISH someone I know could have been there to hear her. Words cannot describe the hilarity of it. She was seriously practically shouting. To me it was as if she was saying "EVERYONE JUST CALM DOWN PLEASE" as if people were screaming at her. It was sooooo funny. There were SIX of us. I mean, c'mon, so I wait what, another 5 minutes? Clearly it's been an issue before. I would imagine it's more convenient for the employee fetching the packages to just go get them all at once. But dang, when they get back they won't be able to remember who was first in line thus creating pissed off customers. Maybe I'm a genius, but if it's really an issue and you want to be more efficient in retrieving packages, why not take the door tags one at a time and number them? Problem solved.

ATT vs. Verizon

We've all seen those Verizon commercials...can you hear me now?? Okay, so we have verizon cell phones and ATT for our cable. The cable guy came over yesterday to work on our cable and his cell phone rang. He must have been having a hard time with the connection because he proceeded to go outside, and once out there he asked (no joke) "can you hear me now?". When he came back in he asked if we ever have trouble with reception in the house to which we replied, "no, not ever actually." He then asked what provider we have and we told him. We didn't even bother asking who his was. But venturing a guess under the assumption that he has a company cell phone, I'm going to guess ATT. Me and the hubs were dying of laughter after he left. It was like a Verizon commercial unfolding right before our eyes. I was just waiting for that verizon guy to pop out of somewhere and expose the masses of people that would normally be standing behind us, referred to as our verizon network. lol