Saturday, October 28, 2006

Fish and Vistors... know the saying. My in-laws left this morning for the 18 hour drive back to colorado. They were here from Sunday afternoon to Saturday morning. and I didn't get as homicidal as I do when I'm with them 24/7. So, that is good.

However, their stay started out with me being at Bond's house making goodies for the bake sale we had for charity at work on monday. When I got home, their van was parked in the driveway...on my side. In front of the open garage door. showing an empty garage. now then, logic would then dictate that the empty garage meant that I wasn't home. And so, I pull into the driveway behind Shawn's truck and think to myself "and so it begins." I walk in the house and I hear "HELL WO" gah!!!!!! but then I was regaled with a story about how they originally parked on the street in front of the house, but the neighbor backed into the van and it's broken, it's busted, it cannot be driven. I go out and look at the van. The neighbor has backed into the van and broken the driver side rear-view mirror. Not a big deal. But apparently big enough for them to never park in front of the house EVER again. This means that everytime they come visit, I will have to park on the street instead (or behind shawn's car, which is only possible if he gets home before me, which he normally doesn't). DAMMIT I WANT MY GARAGE PARKING SPACE BACK! But, on the plus side, it was the one thing they broke this time, and they didn't throw hot coffee on our cat...which is also good.

and this is my biggest complaint...the lack of indoor parking for myself. and, as I said I never got to the point where I was thinking of ways to off them and make it look like an accident. so, either I'm making progress, or they're becoming better about not pissing me off.

But the other funny things I found out:

They can't sit in the backseat of my car. Or rather, they can sit in the backseat, they just can't figure out how to buckle their seatbelts. Must not turn around and buckle them in, they are 60-year-old grown adults, they can figure out their own damn seatbelt...even if we do have to wait for 5 minutes for them to figure it out.

Elsie calls more when she's in-town than when she's out of town. She called Shawn at work at least one time a day every day. I'm glad she didn't call me. I would have probably not answered the phone after the first day.

They tell us to not worry about the cost of food on a menu at a restaurant. This probably would have made more sense if we had eaten at a restaurant that cost more than $6 a plate...

AND don't ever let them sleep on the couches ever again. It's not that it's annoying because you have to be extra quiet in the morning, or that they will wake you up every time they start snoring, but it's annoying because when they're sleeping on the couches, it means that the cats CAN'T sleep on the couches...which means they sleep with us. Which is annoying because then I end up with two 12 pound cats sleeping on my head and on my chest. Not fun.

But as I said, our lives can return to normal...they're gone. Now then, time for the party.

Friday, October 20, 2006

the stingrays, like the trees, are fighting back.

So, as I'm sure you've heard, an 81-year-old man had his heart pierced by a stingray. The difference between this time and when Steve Irwin did it is that the stinger broke off under the skin so the guy couldn't pull the thing out (which is what Steve did). The doctors think this saved his know, it's like the whole thing of if you get stabbed, you're not supposed to remove the knife because it's probably actually preventing you from bleeding to death. Anyhow, this is the second sting ray attack in like 3 months...I think the stingrays are trying to take over the world. It's very similar to the time when the trees had had enough of the celebrities. The pine trees were fed up with the stars and so they would randomly jump out in front of a celebrity while the celebrity was skiing...okay, so maybe the trees were just trying to get autographs...

Monday, October 16, 2006

Bake Sale

So, when Kim left the other week, she left the office in dissarray. By dissarray I mean that there was no one to be in charge of our City of Austin Combined Charity drive. And so, dear reader, Olga was put in charge (ha ha, you thought I was going to say that I took over didn't you?!?!?). Well, Olga sends out an email saying to give her our pledges and that we're having a bake sale. Wha? Kim never mentioned anything of a bake, she was probably going to wait til the friday before the bake sale to tell everyone. But anyhow, there's a bake sale. So I volunteered to make I always do. I think I may even get ambitious and make a pie. Bond asked what type of cookies I was going to make, but I don't know. She suggested something with Smarties in them. I said she was crazy. She consequently found a recipe that has Smarties in it. Yep, Oatmeal Smarties Cookies. Bleah...She aggreed. But she's into this Smarties thing now, so she says she's going to make Smarties pie. It will be Whipped cream and smarties in a graham cracker crust....patent pending. I'll let you know how it is...if it actually gets made.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

In the News today

In the newspaper: BevoXIII died recently. He is most known for crapping on the Cornhuskers' field in Nebraska.

On Sports nuts men will wait until AFTER the game is finished on TV to go to the Emergency room (because yes, the team is only going to win if you are at home yelling like an idiot at the TV) (OK, OK, so I have been known to yell at various people on my TV as well).

Bone density for women decreases by drinking Colas. Damn.

The FBI and CIA apparently don't want to know what the terrorists are thinking because they aren't pushing for their agents to learn foreign languages. Only 1% (33 persons) speak Arabic at all, and of those, only 1 speaks it fluently. The FBI won't let him work in Arabic countries though because he was born in Egypt...he may be a terrorist you know.

The Yankees' pitcher died in a plane crash. It was remnisent of 9-11...only without at much death and destruction.

and the biggest story of the night: Decaf Coffee contains Caffeine...didn't they discover this like 5 years ago? because I could have sworn...


So, as I'm sure most of you already heard, the pitcher for the Yankees went out in a blaze of glory this afternoon (read: flew his 4 person plane into a building). Now then, I'm not so sure, but not winning the world series doesn't seem to be a reason to commit suicide (note: I do not know if the poor bloke committed suicide or not, but it does seem like a bit of a coincidence, no?)...but then, that's just me. I mean, I did have a coworker tell me that the only reason for her to live the other day was to go out and eat lunch, and then i was worried. But then I realized that it was freaking early in the morning and that she probably either said "the only reason for me to come to work today" or meant to say that. In anycase, saying that you're living today for food is quite alright by me.

Thursday, October 05, 2006


So I figure I should post SOMETHING because I haven't blogged in a while. Unfortunately, I don't have anything to blog about--work is going well (Although I've been frustrated this week with my supervisor), life is good (the bachelor started again, so I have friends again! YAY!!!), and a shit-load of new TV shows are to be watched...Thus there's not a lot to blog about--or rather, there's probably really TONS to blog about, but I'm just too lazy. Stupid laziness.

hmmm....Let's see something to blog about...

Shawn and I went to see the Lima Bean. She's pretty cute for a newborn...And just so you know, holding her for an hour didn't make me want to have one--it just made my arm tired.

Cousin David was in town last weekend. We didn't get to hang out, but we did talk on the phone for about an hour--it was nice to talk to him. We normally don't see each other often, and we definitely never talk on the phone. (the picture to the left is of Cousin David and Aunt Lynn dancing at my wedding).

Bond loved the pictures of her in Colorado. I knew she would.

And due to frustration with computers at work this morning, I would like to announce that Bill Gates is the Devil.