That's right...I'm stabbing a fork in my eye. I'm in training for the first half of the week. and it is the most boring training i have ever been to. EVER!
This training is on the same level as the one day in physics class...the day the teacher decided that he had to find the precise center of gravity for a 2x4 and instead of just getting it to kinda balance and saying "well kids, you have the idea," he spent about three quarters of the class time refining the balancing of said 2x4. About 5 minutes before the end of class, one of the students stood up and yelled "why don't you actually do some teaching or something?!?!?" before running out of the classroom screaming (and, in light of the VT thing, I'm just really glad he didn't have a gun).
But this training...same thing basically. The guy will get done with something about 15 minutes early and then he spends the next 20 minutes talking about how great it is that we're done 15 minutes early. Then he looks at the clock and says "my, look at the time! Okay everyone, let's cut our break from 15 minutes down to 10 minutes so we can get back on schedule." yeah, it sucks.
We did go to the NI company picnic on saturday. It was cold. And windy. Which made it even colder. We only stayed for about 2 hours. So, in other words, we hung around until after dinner then we beat a hasty retreat because we were frozen people-sickles.
Then we went hiking with Matt and Ross on Sunday. It was a little more than 7 miles. Good thing it was down hill because my legs started hurting at about mile 6. We then went and ate at the Shady Grove. Shawn says that he likes Austin Java better. At least the Shady Grove did well in making sure that his hamburger was done correctly (medium well, no pickles, no onions, no mustard--you'd be surprised how many places screw this up...especially the mustard). They did poorly in making sure the soda machine had enough syrup, the fact that they added fries to Shawn's order even though he didn't ask for them (and they charged us for it). But we didn't complain because the waitress forgot to add our drinks to the bill so they ended up being free. yay for free drinks!
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
13th
So, I'm lazy and I haven't blogged in a while...sorry.
Let's see...nothing all that exciting has been happening to me. Work has been slow, but it all of the sudden picked up yesterday afternoon and today (I didn't get to play on the internet once--not even to check my email!). Tomorrow is the National Instruments Company picnic...so that will be...fun? I don't know. It seems like we go to these things to get the food, but then we have to hang out to see the fireworks.
On Sunday we may go hiking with my coworkers along the Barton Springs greenbelt. We've never really been though we do hike from Spyglass Road to Zilker Park because I do horribly with parking when there are lots of cars, thus it's just easier to walk a mile and a half...each way. God I'm such a dork.
Let's see...nothing all that exciting has been happening to me. Work has been slow, but it all of the sudden picked up yesterday afternoon and today (I didn't get to play on the internet once--not even to check my email!). Tomorrow is the National Instruments Company picnic...so that will be...fun? I don't know. It seems like we go to these things to get the food, but then we have to hang out to see the fireworks.
On Sunday we may go hiking with my coworkers along the Barton Springs greenbelt. We've never really been though we do hike from Spyglass Road to Zilker Park because I do horribly with parking when there are lots of cars, thus it's just easier to walk a mile and a half...each way. God I'm such a dork.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
It CAME!!!!!!
My SIMS2 cd came today...now, I must go and install and play...and play...and play. Dinner be damned!
Monday, April 02, 2007
Red letter day
Man, today was a red letter day! That's right, RED LETTER!
when I was leaving work, I realized that Gary was driving right behind me, and behind him was Jonathan (they were going to the YMCA). Then, I decided to take Duval home instead of staying on 183, so I saw Miss Sarah out walking the dogs and then (!!!) at the light, I saw Shawn riding his bike home. Yep, these are the things that make me happy.
RED LETTER! YES!
when I was leaving work, I realized that Gary was driving right behind me, and behind him was Jonathan (they were going to the YMCA). Then, I decided to take Duval home instead of staying on 183, so I saw Miss Sarah out walking the dogs and then (!!!) at the light, I saw Shawn riding his bike home. Yep, these are the things that make me happy.
RED LETTER! YES!
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
I gotta start brushing my cat's teeth
Yep, brushing her teeth. That or she's gotta go in next year to have them professionally cleaned. And seeing as how it's the psycho bitch cat, I'm guessing we'll have to take her to the vet for the cleaning. Good news though, she's not a fatty mcfat fat anymore. she's down to 9 pounds (she was at an all time high of 11.5 last time we were in). She's still not anywhere as small as when we first found her though (5.5 pounds), which is only sad because she was 5 weeks pregnant at that time.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
New Catchphrases of the week
So the other night, Shawn and I couldn't fall asleep (we're still on Vacation time, not Austin time), and so we started talking. Our conversation included how he's the Nathan of our family (see previous entry) and he was the one that made the connection, not me. But I digress. Our conversation also included how Miss Sarah and her lovely hubby requested an "A", a "M" and a "Y" wood letters for their baby room, and thus, obviously the baby's name is Yam...Yam Marcus.
Oops, I digress, again!!!
The catch phrases, right!
Catchphrase one: "Cat-popsickle-stick?" for when someone is asking a question that makes no sense
Catchphrase two: "You're not listening. That's okay." for when someone isn't listening. Duh. But this one at least has a funny story associated with it: back in CO, Shawn and I went to dinner with my family, and dad was telling a story about how he met someone famous when he was in Vegas (some husband and wife who are really good poker players). and then my sister, who hasn't been paying attention, is like "who were the people you met in Vegas?h" and dad turns to her and says "You're not listening, that's okay." The best part: she continues to not listen and does the same thing like 2 minutes later. And then again the next night...another 2 times. Okay, maybe it's not as funny to you as it is to me. psh.
Oops, I digress, again!!!
The catch phrases, right!
Catchphrase one: "Cat-popsickle-stick?" for when someone is asking a question that makes no sense
Catchphrase two: "You're not listening. That's okay." for when someone isn't listening. Duh. But this one at least has a funny story associated with it: back in CO, Shawn and I went to dinner with my family, and dad was telling a story about how he met someone famous when he was in Vegas (some husband and wife who are really good poker players). and then my sister, who hasn't been paying attention, is like "who were the people you met in Vegas?h" and dad turns to her and says "You're not listening, that's okay." The best part: she continues to not listen and does the same thing like 2 minutes later. And then again the next night...another 2 times. Okay, maybe it's not as funny to you as it is to me. psh.
Do you have a Nathan?
So, this last weekend, when we were in colorado for the wedding, we went out to dinner with my inl aws. The whole slew of them (so my Mother and Father in law as well as the sister in law and her husband). Now then, this dinner wasn't awkward, at least I didn't think it as such. However, I got the distinct feeling from the 'rents that the dinner was "strained" or something like that. The reason I didn't think this dinner seemed odd? because this is how dinner always is when Shawn eats with my parents.
Usually the dinner goes something like this:
Mom straining to come up with some question to ask the son in law where he actually carries on some banter as opposed to giving a one syllable answer. Usually, the son in law gets a look on his face where he's not sure if Mom is asking him a question that she wants an answer for, or if it's more of a rhetorical thing. Mom feeling that he's making fun of her, or intentionally not answering because he doesn't like her (this is what the moms perceive--Shawn does like my parents, he thinks they're a little crazy sometimes, but he likes them. I get the feeling that this is probably the case with Nathan as well--you gotta keep in mind that these guys have not lived with their in laws as long as their respective wives have.). Dad doesn't talk much, or ask any questions (actually, my dad will tell stories during dinner if so persuaded, but I don't think I've ever heard more than a "please pass the peas" from Bob). The daughters will talk to the Moms, but that's about it. And occasionally they do the horrible, horrible thing of answering for their husbands (aka son in law) (usually at the point when they think said husbands are going to make asses of themselves). And the sister in law barely says anything. This of course means that most of the dinner conversation ends up coming from the Mothers, and it's usually pretty one-sided. Which they may or may not resent. In anycase, my point is that Shawn is the Nathan in our family.
So, it may be weird, or it may be odd, but at least it's the same between the two families. Which, in and of, itself is odd--that two such different families could be so similar. I almost want to put Nathan and my Mom together and see what happens, maybe it's just that Nathan's more like my family, and she and Nathan would get along swimmingly. I don't know, but it is an interesting thought.
Usually the dinner goes something like this:
Mom straining to come up with some question to ask the son in law where he actually carries on some banter as opposed to giving a one syllable answer. Usually, the son in law gets a look on his face where he's not sure if Mom is asking him a question that she wants an answer for, or if it's more of a rhetorical thing. Mom feeling that he's making fun of her, or intentionally not answering because he doesn't like her (this is what the moms perceive--Shawn does like my parents, he thinks they're a little crazy sometimes, but he likes them. I get the feeling that this is probably the case with Nathan as well--you gotta keep in mind that these guys have not lived with their in laws as long as their respective wives have.). Dad doesn't talk much, or ask any questions (actually, my dad will tell stories during dinner if so persuaded, but I don't think I've ever heard more than a "please pass the peas" from Bob). The daughters will talk to the Moms, but that's about it. And occasionally they do the horrible, horrible thing of answering for their husbands (aka son in law) (usually at the point when they think said husbands are going to make asses of themselves). And the sister in law barely says anything. This of course means that most of the dinner conversation ends up coming from the Mothers, and it's usually pretty one-sided. Which they may or may not resent. In anycase, my point is that Shawn is the Nathan in our family.
So, it may be weird, or it may be odd, but at least it's the same between the two families. Which, in and of, itself is odd--that two such different families could be so similar. I almost want to put Nathan and my Mom together and see what happens, maybe it's just that Nathan's more like my family, and she and Nathan would get along swimmingly. I don't know, but it is an interesting thought.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
dun dun dun
So, I came home from work today, and there in the mail box, it was waiting for me. Yes, for me, just for me. That's right, it was Jury Summons! dun dun dun. Stupid jury summons, all being for the same day as the HMS user's conference, those things are FUN to go to, unlike Jury Summons. boourns.
But on a side note, it's technically NOT for me...they have my maiden name instead of my married name. Stupid County people, all going off of voter registration instead of driver's license records.
But on a side note, it's technically NOT for me...they have my maiden name instead of my married name. Stupid County people, all going off of voter registration instead of driver's license records.
the past
So, this last weekend we went to Colorado for a wedding. It was a good wedding. And at said wedding, Jon (from Grinder Bikes) pointed out that I never mentioned on this blog that I was going to said wedding and that I probably should have. At the time I thought to myself "yeah, you're right, why DIDN'T I post that we were going to go to this wedding?" Then about 3 days later I remembered why: Because we were going to be away from our house. And because of my mom's neurosis about giving too much information on the internet, I am scared to post anything about when we will be away from our house for extended periods of time.
This of course brings up the memory of when we made our website for OUR wedding...Shawn's mom thought we should have put down our address so people could mail wedding gifts to us. and I do remember saying "yes, that's a brilliant idea: We've already posted when and where the wedding is, now let's post our home address so all the robbers can come to our house while we're away and burgle the house. Brilliant."
But, Jon, you're right, I should have at least posted that Jesse and Kristie were getting married.
By the way HI CAROL!!!! And pictures to be posted shortly on our regular website.
This of course brings up the memory of when we made our website for OUR wedding...Shawn's mom thought we should have put down our address so people could mail wedding gifts to us. and I do remember saying "yes, that's a brilliant idea: We've already posted when and where the wedding is, now let's post our home address so all the robbers can come to our house while we're away and burgle the house. Brilliant."
But, Jon, you're right, I should have at least posted that Jesse and Kristie were getting married.
By the way HI CAROL!!!! And pictures to be posted shortly on our regular website.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
bunny
Daniel brought in the stuffed animal I made for his kid. That way, I can share it with the world!
And, if you hold it this way, it sorta looks like an armadillo:
And, if you hold it this way, it sorta looks like an armadillo:
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
poor satan saturn
My poor, poor Satan Saturn (aka Katina-mobile Mark 1)...it's sick.
The A/C stopped working this last weekend and I can't figure out if it's because the system has no freon or if there's something more serious wrong. Mostly because I can't find the damn sight glass. But at least I figured out where the air compressor is. And all this time I thought that it was the alternator. I should have guessed that the tubes leading into/out of it marked R134A would have indicated that the thing was the air conditioner, not the alternator. But what can I say, I'm a girl... Never mind the fact that I used to do calculations utilizing R134A on a daily basis back in college.
Also, I need to have Transmission work done. From what I remember from the conversation with the mechanic last September: "Blah, blah, blah...transmission....blah, blah, blah... bare wires in fluid...blah blah blah...take your car to a transmission shop."
AND
The passenger side speaker is blown out. The dome light isn't really attached to the ceiling anymore, it more or less just hangs there. The fuse panel door doesn't fit over the panel any more. And the clock (part of the radio) doesn't light up when I turn on the lights because the little light is busted.
Oh yeah, and the car has started losing oil. Though it has been better since I had it at the shop last September (before I was going through an extra quart of oil every 1500 miles. Now it's more like a quart every 3000 or so miles, and hey! that's when you're supposed to get the oil changed anyhow! Woo!).
So yes, my poor little saturnmobile is starting to keel over slowly. And now the question is whether we should have it all fixed, or how big of a band-aid we should put on it before just breaking down and getting a newer car for me.
The A/C stopped working this last weekend and I can't figure out if it's because the system has no freon or if there's something more serious wrong. Mostly because I can't find the damn sight glass. But at least I figured out where the air compressor is. And all this time I thought that it was the alternator. I should have guessed that the tubes leading into/out of it marked R134A would have indicated that the thing was the air conditioner, not the alternator. But what can I say, I'm a girl... Never mind the fact that I used to do calculations utilizing R134A on a daily basis back in college.
Also, I need to have Transmission work done. From what I remember from the conversation with the mechanic last September: "Blah, blah, blah...transmission....blah, blah, blah... bare wires in fluid...blah blah blah...take your car to a transmission shop."
AND
The passenger side speaker is blown out. The dome light isn't really attached to the ceiling anymore, it more or less just hangs there. The fuse panel door doesn't fit over the panel any more. And the clock (part of the radio) doesn't light up when I turn on the lights because the little light is busted.
Oh yeah, and the car has started losing oil. Though it has been better since I had it at the shop last September (before I was going through an extra quart of oil every 1500 miles. Now it's more like a quart every 3000 or so miles, and hey! that's when you're supposed to get the oil changed anyhow! Woo!).
So yes, my poor little saturnmobile is starting to keel over slowly. And now the question is whether we should have it all fixed, or how big of a band-aid we should put on it before just breaking down and getting a newer car for me.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Baby Projects
So, I finally had time (and had finished the hand sewing part) to finish off some baby projects. I, however, am a dork and forgot to take pictures (D'OH!). So unfortunately, no pictures of 2 of the 3 projects, and I can't post the 3rd project until after I give it to Miss Sarah at her baby shower in a couple of weeks.
But the good news is that the project I made for Baby Betsy actually looked like it was supposed to (a rabbit), and it wasn't overly difficult, and it didn't take me forever to do. Of course, I showed it to Co-Worker Matt this morning and he was like "very nice, very nice...I guess it looks sorta like an armadillo if you turn it like this." Keep in mind that to him, there are no other animals in the stuffed animal book, only the armadillo. But, Co-Worker Daniel was impressed. AND the stuffed animal is for his kid after all.
Last night was one of the loudest thunderstorms we've had down here...Poor IV was jumpin' all the time. When we went to bed she was all laying next to me and she'd wake up every time the thunder clapped. But then she'd roll over on her back and look at me and start purring. Cats are so cute when they're bein' cute...Anyhow, we're supposed to have more storms tonight...and tomorrow night...and then I think we're safe...maybe...hopefully...just no thunderstorms while we're flying in a tin can with wings okay?
But the good news is that the project I made for Baby Betsy actually looked like it was supposed to (a rabbit), and it wasn't overly difficult, and it didn't take me forever to do. Of course, I showed it to Co-Worker Matt this morning and he was like "very nice, very nice...I guess it looks sorta like an armadillo if you turn it like this." Keep in mind that to him, there are no other animals in the stuffed animal book, only the armadillo. But, Co-Worker Daniel was impressed. AND the stuffed animal is for his kid after all.
Last night was one of the loudest thunderstorms we've had down here...Poor IV was jumpin' all the time. When we went to bed she was all laying next to me and she'd wake up every time the thunder clapped. But then she'd roll over on her back and look at me and start purring. Cats are so cute when they're bein' cute...Anyhow, we're supposed to have more storms tonight...and tomorrow night...and then I think we're safe...maybe...hopefully...just no thunderstorms while we're flying in a tin can with wings okay?
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Frustration
About 2 months ago, we (the girl's night girls) decided we should determine a date to have Miss Sarah's baby shower. Sunday March 25th was determined to be the best time--everyone was planning on being in town. Now, we have to reschedule the baby shower to the day before because someone decided it would work better for them...now then, the reason we decided on Sunday was so Shawna could go (she has to work on Saturdays). Sigh....the best laid plans of mice and men always go awry.
In other news, while mom and dad were in Vegas this weekend, he managed to lose his wallet. Don't worry, they found it, but still, only my dad would be able to set his wallet down on a slot machine and walk away from it...to another casino...before realizing he'd lost it. Good thing one of the Casino Lackeys was the one that found it. And this ladies and gentlemen, is why you need to go to sleep while you're in Vegas. :)
In other news, while mom and dad were in Vegas this weekend, he managed to lose his wallet. Don't worry, they found it, but still, only my dad would be able to set his wallet down on a slot machine and walk away from it...to another casino...before realizing he'd lost it. Good thing one of the Casino Lackeys was the one that found it. And this ladies and gentlemen, is why you need to go to sleep while you're in Vegas. :)
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Thoughts on Britney Spears
Britney, Britney, Britney...are you TRYING to make sure the judge gives the boys to your trailer trash glorified sperm donor of an ex-husband? I mean really, honestly, are you actually trying? Because you know what, your Sinead Breakdown this weekend, plus the two failed one-day stays at rehab (really, Robert Downey Jr. was able to stay longer than that) are making you look like an drug addicted trailer-trash whore...oh wait, riiiiiiiight...
In other news, Paris Hilton was apparently told by a manager of a hotel in Europe that she couldn't stay at said hotel because they do not allow prostitutes. HAHAHA, someone in Europe thought Paris was a whore...oh wait, riiiiiiiight...
AND Hilary Clinton has asked that Barak Obama return $1.2 million to a donor because said donor bad-mouthed Clinton. So, Hilary's actively trying to make sure that Obama gets less money for which to run for the Democratic Primary. However, according to Obama's people, if she wants him to give up the money because the donor trashed Clinton, then she should give up the $1 million she got at a recent fund-raiser because one of the senators sponsoring it said that he would rather Hilary won because she would do better than some black guy...so then Hilary, what you're saying is that you hold other people to higher standards than you hold to yourself...it's almost like you're a politician or something...oh wait, riiiiiiight.
In other news, Paris Hilton was apparently told by a manager of a hotel in Europe that she couldn't stay at said hotel because they do not allow prostitutes. HAHAHA, someone in Europe thought Paris was a whore...oh wait, riiiiiiiight...
AND Hilary Clinton has asked that Barak Obama return $1.2 million to a donor because said donor bad-mouthed Clinton. So, Hilary's actively trying to make sure that Obama gets less money for which to run for the Democratic Primary. However, according to Obama's people, if she wants him to give up the money because the donor trashed Clinton, then she should give up the $1 million she got at a recent fund-raiser because one of the senators sponsoring it said that he would rather Hilary won because she would do better than some black guy...so then Hilary, what you're saying is that you hold other people to higher standards than you hold to yourself...it's almost like you're a politician or something...oh wait, riiiiiiight.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Drivin' Drivin' Drivin'
So, I meant to blog on Thursday, but I forgot. Anyhow, this is the story I was going to tell:
Thursday morning, Todd and I go out to do Creek Crossings--which pretty much means that we drive around town looking at all the bridges, and if we see something that is caught under the bridge, or could otherwise cause/increase flooding, then we call it in to our field crews and have them come out and rectify the problem. We decided to do the crossings on the far north side of town because they're the furthest away from the office and will probably take the longest to do. At noon, we decide we should head back to work since Todd never eats out for lunch, and we're both starving. As we're driving back down to the office, we go by the new Asian Market and since Todd has a thing for Dichan Radish Kimchee, decide that we should stop in real quick to get the Kimchee. Less than 5 minutes later we're on our way.
We get back to the office at 1236, I call one of our coworkers who notoriously eats lunch late, to see if he's planning on going out. I get in Matt's car, and then, the suggestion is made that perhaps we (John had decided to join us) should go eat at First Chinese Restaurant (Which has the best Chinese barbecued pork and duck). Guess where First Chinese Restaurant is. Bet you'll never get it...
It's up by the Asian Market.
so I get back to work at like 2 pm...6 hours straight away from my triangicule (I've decided that since my cubicule is not, in fact, a cube, but much more of a triangle shape, that I shall refer to it as my triangicule)...and let me tell you, it was glorious.
Thursday morning, Todd and I go out to do Creek Crossings--which pretty much means that we drive around town looking at all the bridges, and if we see something that is caught under the bridge, or could otherwise cause/increase flooding, then we call it in to our field crews and have them come out and rectify the problem. We decided to do the crossings on the far north side of town because they're the furthest away from the office and will probably take the longest to do. At noon, we decide we should head back to work since Todd never eats out for lunch, and we're both starving. As we're driving back down to the office, we go by the new Asian Market and since Todd has a thing for Dichan Radish Kimchee, decide that we should stop in real quick to get the Kimchee. Less than 5 minutes later we're on our way.
We get back to the office at 1236, I call one of our coworkers who notoriously eats lunch late, to see if he's planning on going out. I get in Matt's car, and then, the suggestion is made that perhaps we (John had decided to join us) should go eat at First Chinese Restaurant (Which has the best Chinese barbecued pork and duck). Guess where First Chinese Restaurant is. Bet you'll never get it...
It's up by the Asian Market.
so I get back to work at like 2 pm...6 hours straight away from my triangicule (I've decided that since my cubicule is not, in fact, a cube, but much more of a triangle shape, that I shall refer to it as my triangicule)...and let me tell you, it was glorious.
Friday, February 16, 2007
no tv and no beer make homer something something
So, as Mephisto pointed out, I watch too much TV...but for the record, the only part of the grammy's that I watched was from the Red Hot Chili Peppers' performance (God, Anthony Kiedis looks like he's gaining some weight...which I mean, it's about damn time, the man is almost 45) to the end (what was that Dixie Chic wearing? Never mind, they show her husband more frequently than they show her...ah, Adrian Pasdar....).
Other things I've done this week: Started and finished a book, and continued to work on Miss Sarah's baby project. The goal for the rest of the week: Clean the damn house--there be people comin' over next weekend.
Also, the stuff for Shawn's new computer arrived, so he's been working on that all night...we took a quick break to go get food and a new dry-erase board with magnets (yay for magnets!)
At work, we've started up our annual field work extravaganza again. WEEEE!!!!! I like field work. On tuesday we got to drive around in the hoitie toitie neighborhood. and on thursday i got to freeze because it was so freaking cold (but no where near as cold as New York)...at least it wasn't raining.
Other things I've done this week: Started and finished a book, and continued to work on Miss Sarah's baby project. The goal for the rest of the week: Clean the damn house--there be people comin' over next weekend.
Also, the stuff for Shawn's new computer arrived, so he's been working on that all night...we took a quick break to go get food and a new dry-erase board with magnets (yay for magnets!)
At work, we've started up our annual field work extravaganza again. WEEEE!!!!! I like field work. On tuesday we got to drive around in the hoitie toitie neighborhood. and on thursday i got to freeze because it was so freaking cold (but no where near as cold as New York)...at least it wasn't raining.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Blogging
God, it seems like such a long time since I blogged, and yet, it's only been like a week or so. meh.
So, on Spreng Bling Bling, Amy mentioned something a while back "thou shalt not blog about work" and it's so funny because it's true...I may blog about something that happened at work, but even if it's something that pissed me off, it's all self-censored. You know, just in case one of the people at work decided to read my blog (aside: Ross reads my blog, he's a coworker, BUT he's also my friend. Besides, I'm not so worried about him getting me fired...or firing me for that matter).
So then, a blog about home....let's see...Ah, the Superbowl! we went to Lon and Daniella's for said Game. I got pissed, unnecessarily I might add, that the Bears lost. AND the commercials weren't all that great. But I did like the commercial where there was a hitchhiker with an ax and a case of Bud Light. Yeah, that one was awesome...and I don't really remember any other ones...oh wait, the robot that works for Ford. Yes, I liked that one, I got all sad for the Robot...but really, how were all the Ford recent Lay-off-ees supposed to feel about that commercial?
OH and this morning, little butt (aka Quazi) had a hair stuck in his, well, little butt. So I got to get up at 6 in the morning and go clean up after him. Yeah, that was fun...almost as much fun as you reading it just now I bet. :)
So, let's see...I will end on something other than poop this week...Oh OH OH, I know!!!! tonight is the premier of Survivor: Fiji....AND The Amazing Race All Stars starts the sunday following valentine's day, WHICH is also a 3 day weekend for me. WEEEEE!!!!!!!
So, on Spreng Bling Bling, Amy mentioned something a while back "thou shalt not blog about work" and it's so funny because it's true...I may blog about something that happened at work, but even if it's something that pissed me off, it's all self-censored. You know, just in case one of the people at work decided to read my blog (aside: Ross reads my blog, he's a coworker, BUT he's also my friend. Besides, I'm not so worried about him getting me fired...or firing me for that matter).
So then, a blog about home....let's see...Ah, the Superbowl! we went to Lon and Daniella's for said Game. I got pissed, unnecessarily I might add, that the Bears lost. AND the commercials weren't all that great. But I did like the commercial where there was a hitchhiker with an ax and a case of Bud Light. Yeah, that one was awesome...and I don't really remember any other ones...oh wait, the robot that works for Ford. Yes, I liked that one, I got all sad for the Robot...but really, how were all the Ford recent Lay-off-ees supposed to feel about that commercial?
OH and this morning, little butt (aka Quazi) had a hair stuck in his, well, little butt. So I got to get up at 6 in the morning and go clean up after him. Yeah, that was fun...almost as much fun as you reading it just now I bet. :)
So, let's see...I will end on something other than poop this week...Oh OH OH, I know!!!! tonight is the premier of Survivor: Fiji....AND The Amazing Race All Stars starts the sunday following valentine's day, WHICH is also a 3 day weekend for me. WEEEEE!!!!!!!
Saturday, February 03, 2007
French Onion Soup Night
So yes, the other day (I don't remember which day it was Tuesday...Thursday?) I went with Bond and Ross to the Restaurant store and bought some French Onion Soup Bowls. The store was pretty nifty, and we had too much fun there...the store has everything--industrial mixers, bathroom signs, hot dog cookers, cafeteria ware, etc. In anycase, now I have bowls, that means now I can have French Onion Soup...thus I have set French Onion Soup night to be on Saturday the 24th. Yay for French Onion Soup! by the way, I shall be using the recipe from the Colorado Cache cookbook which can be bought from the Denver Junior League.
Baby Baby....oh Baby Baby
So, I just got back from Mrs. Poochie's baby shower. It was fun, and we played completely different games than during Daniella's baby shower. This time, we did "baby price is right", "what's the flavor?" and "guess how fat the pregnant lady is." Just so you know, apparently all of us think Mrs. Poochie is fatter than she really is. AND the only one that was close was Miss Sarah...but she cheated--she's pregnant too and so she just measured around herself. YOU CHEATER!!!! just kidding. I like Miss Sarah. She's sweet.Mrs. Poochie showing off her belly to some of the other girls.
Miss Sarah measuring herself:
Dani and Ma-belle:
Yeah, Micaela, that's the Banana Flavor...ick:
And Here's the blanket I made...
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