Top Chef Olathe

I was home for a quick trip this past weekend in Olathe. The whole family loves cooking shows and so we did our own little competition. Previously, the kids had done a dessert round. Cody was ahead by 1 point after round 1. We decided to do appetizers this time, so the kids told us what they wanted to make and then my mom and I went to the store to purchase all the goodies. Each kid got a Sous Chef to help, myself, my mom and my stepdad Scott. After the tasting the sous chefs went down in the basement to judge.

Chef:Sous Chef

Jared: Mom (Paula)



Korie: Scott



Cody: Me!




The following are the final product with judges commentary underneath...



Cody had nice use of the pantry with the tortillas and taco seasoning. He had an abundance of food but his food lacked contrast of color. 12 out of 15 points.



Jared's wings had excellent taste and the presentation was wonderful. Way to know your judges Jared!. However he didn't stretch himself. 13 of 15 points.
(My commentary: these were the bomb.com, we marinated them in lime juice/soy sauce)

And the winner is.....



Korie showed excellent creativity. The donuts rocked! However her ravioli lacked substance. 13 out of 15 points. Appointed winner for her creativity and she took a risk.

It was a really fun activity and the kids really enjoyed it. Cody even told me, he "really enjoyed cutting the cheese", which got a laugh from all.

GREAT weekend

Today at work, I have been doing a lot of manual labor. Fun? No. Necessary? Yes. Well part of that day has been sitting on my knees writing down numbers and organizing boxes. To make this job less fun, my knees are killing me, like I can't even crawl around. Why might you ask? Well let's take you back in time......

(cue harp music)

Friday night I met up with Landon and Ashley to go out. We hit a couple bars and meet up with some more friends later. I may have ended up drinking a little too much.

I wake up the next morning and don't feel well at all. Ashley and I decide the cure is breakfast, so Ben, Ash and I hit up State & Allen. They keep asking if we want mimosas and I think that I cannot possibly bear another drink. Well, Landon shows up and we all decide to get a drink. We finish eating and decide to go watch the rest of the KU game. Ashley ditches us and Hanna meets up with us instead. We watch my boys dominate the #15 team in the country (thank you very much) and decide to stay. At one point, we look down at our bar spot and see about 25 bottles lined up, so much for the not drinking part of the day. I laughed really hard all day, got to meet the Captain Morgan captain and learn that OSU's mascot is a tree. Seriously? We stay at the MAT until about 5PM and run back to my place so I can shower. O did I not mention that I was still in the same clothes from the night before?? Yea, I was. It was gross.

We get back to my apartment (its about a 2-block walk) and we are all feeling pretty good. The boys are jacking around in the elevator. They keep hitting the emergency button and jumping around like 5 year olds. As soon as the doors open, I just want out of that elevator, so I make a break for it. All the sudden...BOOM! I hit the ground on my knees and fall onto my back. Landon had stuck his foot out and I went down hard. The 3 of them all start running around laughing uncontrollably. I'll admit, I was laughing too. But it hurt. We decide to tone down the rest of our night and just do mall, pizza and movie.

I woke up the next morning with bruised and swollen knees and they are even worse today.

But, all in all, a pretty good weekend. One of my favorite Saturdays ever. Minus the way my knees feel today....


O! And I went to the Jonas Brothers/Demi Lovato concert on Sunday. I was working, but had signed up to work this one. :)

(Disclaimer: I know this is not the best blog post, but I am rambling and feel like I should write a post...)

Ode to Technology

Technology is cool. What did we do before email? Blah Blah. My ode is a bit different. Technology allows me to indulge in my guilty pleasures even more. Some of you will probably read this post and not want to be my friend anymore or will probably think I am crazy and the biggest dork ever, but isn't that one of my most endearing qualities??

This email from my sister Jena is how it first started:

"I randomly came across this. There is a wikipedia devoted to HP. It is called Harry Potter Wiki....this is the page that has every spell and hex. How to pronounce it, what it does, and who used it on who.

http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Spells

I am going to print off a copy and memorize some that Jordan will think I am an even bigger loser than he already does. "


I've been on Twitter for awhile now. I like it. I can follow celebs and I think I know them. The other day, Avada Kedavra was a trending topic. For those of you not familiar with twitter, trending topics are the 10 most "tweeted about" things that day. Avada Kedavra was #1 for 2 days. (Brett Favre was #2-but the incorrect spelling of his name-they spelled it Farve-different topic). Anyway, Avada Kedavra is the killing curse in Harry Potter, so that made my week. As much as I love Justin Bieber, this one was my favorite tweet...

"And I was like baby, baby, baby ooh! Like baby, baby, baby noo! Like..." AVADA KEDAVRA! *silence* Much better. (via @aSmileSaysItAll)

Another thing I discovered on Twitter was that I can follow Lord Voldemort. And he is really funny. A couple examples..

The final HP movies will be in 3D. If they don't make "Harry Potter style" 3D glasses, they're idiots. If they do make them, they're idiots.

#Datingtips Men: If you hear a woman say she's looking for her 'Edward,' RUN. Women: If you're looking for your 'Edward,' enjoy being alone.

"Avada Kedavra" "Harry Potter" is trending in Canada in that specific order. This is the first positive thing Canada has done. Ever.

iPhone-my favorite piece of technology, and thanks to Twitter, I got a new favorite app. Enjoy the pictures for more details.

App:



My acceptance letter to Hogwarts!



I got my wand at Ollivanders...



And sorted into my house. Gryffindor of course, only the best.



You then get to practice spells. You can either wave your phone in a specific shape or just draw on the screen. I tried waving and didnt get it, so I just draw them on my screen. Its probably not necessary for me to say the spells out loud when I am alone in my room (or out in public for that matter), but where is the fun in that??



My patronus:



And then you can duel (the whole point of the game), but I am not good at all. You have to remember all the spells and their shapes. Really hard.



(Maybe this should have been titled "Ode to Harry Potter")

So, you probably all think I am a huge loser now, but I dont care and you better watch out, because I am getting really good at the spells and I have no problem using an Unforgivable Curse on you.

6 Months Later...

Back in January I had my first dentist appointment in about 2.5 year. I had a looney toons cleaner girl and she was back this time.

It starts with a call the day before asking me to come in 10 minutes early. "Sure, no problem" However, I then proceed to wait 30 minutes for my appt. DHG (Dentist Helper Girl) was "running late"- Strike 1.

She begins cleaning my teeth and once again, points out my lingual fraenum. DHG asks if I went to an oral surgeon to have it removed. Well obviously not, since its still there.

DHG: "I wrote in my notes last time that you had a date around your last appointment"
Me: (In my head) "You freaking wrote it down?!?! Why?! Maybe its good people skills?? No, no...its just creepy"

What I really said "O I don't really remember that date, but it didn't work out"
DHG: "That's so sad. I would hate to be single, its the worst thing in the world"
Me: "I guess"
DHG: "Are you dating anyone now"
Me: "Yup. 4 months now. Its great" (thinking it would be way easier that hearing about how tragic my life is as a single woman.

DHG then proceeds to retell me all about meeting her boyfriend on eharmony when she was 20 because she was so sick of being single. She then tells me a story (about 30 minutes long) about trying to hook up her friend with her bf's friend, but her friend played on her Nintendo DS the whole time. Yes, her Nintendo DS, DHG has to be at least 24 or 25. I stopped paying attention because then she went into another monologue about how tragic being single is.

Next DHG talks about how she hates it when people don't "grind" on the dance floor and when girls do their own thing and dance goofy. "Its just so lame. And they wonder why they are single". So I guess that is why I am single. :) - Strike 3-8.

So I am now in the process of looking for a new dentist. I really like the actual dentist but I cannot handle the DHG. She is awful and annoying. I am convinced her boyfriend is deaf. I mean, he just has to be.

Side note: I hate to look up the word for tongue tied (lingual fraenum) because I obviously couldn't remember it and here is what it said. My favorite part was the "oral play" part.

The tongue
The most important articulator for speech production is undoubtedly the tongue. During speech, the amazing range of movements the tongue can make include tip-elevation, grooving, and protrusion.

Relatively short at birth, the tongue grows longer, and thinner at the tip, as we get older.

As well as having a speech function, the tongue is needed for sucking, chewing, swallowing, eating, drinking, tooth and gum health, kissing, sweeping the mouth for food debris and other particles (such as hairs), warming the air during mouth-breathing, and oral play (for instance, poking the tongue out and waggling it about for fun).

Waggling is about for fun- that's good stuff.

Blogs/Friends/Skinny

Its been awhile, but nothing too exciting is going on in my life. Random title for a blog, but I couldnt think of anything clever and this will be a random blog.

If you are looking for a laugh. Read Emily Griffin's post . Funny little rhyme. Too funny.

Then I was reading Ashley's latest post about how great her friends are (me being one of them so duh). Then I continued to read the rest of my usual posts. Vanessa, Brittany, Erica, etc. and kept looking at all their pics and they are all so pretty and great and funny and wonderful. So long story short, Ash-I agree with you. I have great friends.

Lastly, I am doing Weight Watchers. Why would I post this? Because I have been doing it for awhile now and lost pounds here and there, but really need to shed more. So I figure by posting it where millions of people read it (or tens of people), they have to hold me accountable. And once I can move again, I'll go back to body pump more (a little too sore right now).

Anyway. I am so pumped for the Snyder-Wassinger wedding this weekend. Whoop Whoop!

Lates

Drop that Beat

Part 1: A couple months ago I wrote a post about my love for Eminem. I mean, who doesn't love him. Taryn and I have both been watching many Eminem videos while he prepares for his comeback. Just today we were watching Eminem and Lil' Wayne's video. (Which is weird. I don't know how you make videos in jail) And Taryn loves T.I. LOVES him. I embedded the video if you want to see some magic.

Part 2: Some of you know, but we have a group chat set up permantely on AOL Instant Messanger. It's myself, Erica, Rachel, Taryn and Ashley and its called DFU. This way we can all chat together about things all day long. Usually its about work, weddings, boyfriends (or lack there of in my case), etc. Sounds like a huge waste of time doesn't it. Well it is, but I love it. I seriously don't know how I get any work done.

Part 3: Mix the first 2 parts together and you get today's conversation on IM. I thought it was too funny not to share. I mean, why are a bunch of 25 year olds talking about this seriously??

(trynphlps87) would you all rather marry TI, eminem or Lil Wayne
haus1303:eminem
haus1303: duh
(trynphlps87) haha
haus1303:Im sure you are TI
haus1303: Lil Wayne is gross
(ericapbp) TI
(trynphlps87) too many kids
haus1303: that hair...sick
(trynphlps87) i like the hair
(trynphlps87) and the teardrop tats on the face
haus1303: mean he killed someone
(trynphlps87) TI but eminem is a SERIOUS close second
(trynphlps87) you really think he did?
haus1303: thats what tear drop tats mean
(trynphlps87) ohh
(trynphlps87) i suppose i don't like those then
(racheltx307) did you ever see the movie cry baby
haus1303: his hair is dreads...do you know how those are made? By not washing your hair
(trynphlps87) haha i know
(racheltx307) isn't that what its called, explains the tear drop tattoo
(ericapbp) I guess TI did kill someone t
(trynphlps87) you can wash your hair though
(ericapbp) that is pretty serious
haus1303: so eminem is the best. duh
haus1303: i seriously love him
(racheltx307) i say non of the above
(ericapbp) Em does hate kim.
(ericapbp) Anthrax on your tampax
(ericapbp) that is scary too
(trynphlps87) hahaha
haus1303: cause kim is a bitch
(trynphlps87) eminem is a good daddy
haus1303: he adopted a kid
(trynphlps87) he adopted kim's other daughter
(trynphlps87) and niece
(racheltx307) how you people know these things...??
(ericapbp) But you'd have to visit detroit at christmas
haus1303: cause I am obsessed with Eminem.
haus1303: as you should be
haus1303: Detroit what
(racheltx307) ha no
haus1303: then i could act like I was in 8 mile
(trynphlps87) would be awesome

Anyway, just another day in our lives...hope yours is just as exciting.

I am creepy

Example #4758690 why my blog is called what it is....

Goodcents Anyone??

One of my most exciting moments in Dallas was when a Goodcents opened up. I mean...who doesn't love Goodcents? As to be expected, we Kansas folk here in Dallas frequent the restaurant often. Well, I'm starting to think a little too often.

Case #1: Last week I stayed outside on the patio to save our table while Ashley and Erica went in and got my sandwich. Ashley ordered my sandwich (wheat bread, turkey and Swiss-that's it) and one of the owners said, "Heather is here?"

Case #2: See for yourself...



(Here is the link if picture is too small)

Sidenotes:

1. When you spell check your blog post, the recommendation for Goodcents is "God send"..no surprise there.

2. Ashley and I think we should be grandfathered in at the $3 Turkey price.


LBH (Let's be honest)...I'm probably going to go for lunch today.

Monday, April 19, 2010 3:52 PM

Boring blog post title right? Well mark the date and time because you will NEVER hear any of the words from the next sentence come out of my mouth, EVER.

I kind of have to give props to KState.

Ahhh! That was awful to type, it felt like my hands turned to stone. Every finger was so heavy to even move to the next computer key during that sentence. Blech.

On with the explanation...

One of my best friends from high school went to KState. You may have heard of her, her name is Vanessa Calcara. As much as I judged her, I always had a grand time when I went to KState, even if I was tearing apart a fellow pi phi's room. Then I moved to Dallas and didn't know anyone, Vanessa put me in touch with one of her pi phi friends. You may know her too...Erica Snyder. I have now been living with Erica for almost 2 years and she has become one of my best friends. Now the ho is getting married and I am forced to move out, but who am I moving in with...a KStater. Ashley Payson. And...all my friends down here went to KState. It's ridiculous.

Another realization came when I was at the Bruns/Carter wedding 2 weekends ago. Brittany and I became friends because of course she is a KState pi phi. I had a great time with the KStaters at that wedding. Same thing happened at the Otto/Griffin wedding last year. And I generally enjoy all the KStaters that I meet. I have many other KStater friends...those are just a few examples...

So props to KState, you produce some pretty cool people, occasionally. Or is this just another testament to how awesome I am to win the hearts of all these K-Staters. I will go with the later.

And don't misunderstand this post. I still LOVE KU and would never go to KState. Just giving props where props are do.

So mark the time and date, because you will never hear those words again.

"s#!t"

Maybe I cuss too much. I don't know. But I like cuss words because they are so expressive. 1 of the reasons I like the sports industry is that everyone cusses. Its great.

Well today I found out its not so great (sometimes).

I tend to get a little tongue tied sometimes. It usually takes me a couple of times to record my voicemail greeting at work. Monday I rerecorded my greeting after being out of the office all weekend. I messed up the first time so hit stop and then rerecorded again. Well today I received the following email from a client...

"Heather - I'm trying to purchase the tickets, but it's not letting me.

Also, on a personal note, you might want to change your voicemail, because we can hear you say "s#!t" I guess because you messed up the first voicemail.......heehee. I'm sorry, but I wasn't sure if anyone else had mentioned this to you, so I thought I would. :)"

No Coraina, I had not heard that from anyone and it's been 4 days. Also, I get about 30 calls a day at least. No one told me.

Needless to say, I fixed it. But, will probably not stop cussing. F*#! that.

AGAIN?!?!?!

A couple months back I wrote a post about the apple not falling far from the tree. This was referring to the fact that my mother use to always get locked out of the house and I was starting to follow in her footsteps...

You know that I was locked out last fall while trying to mow the lawn. Well I learned my lesson there and no longer mow the lawn. Then you heard about me getting locked out when Landon and Parker were trying to steal our table. Well I also left out a couple more lock out stories.

I babysit a girl named Abby. I have for about 2.5 years. The first time I ever babysat her, I got locked out. We were sitting on the front porch waiting for the pizza man to get there. When I went in to get the money, boom, door was locked. The pizza man was kind enough to leave the pizza and come back later. Long story short, I remembered the dogs were out back so figured the back door would be unlocked. I had to borrow a ladder from next door, climb the fence (in a dress) and jump down the other side, almost breaking my leg. Luckily the back door was unlocked and the Carlisle's allowed me to continue to watch their daughter, because I don't know that I would have. The pizza man continues to bring up the story, EVERY TIME we get pizza.

Then last fall, I went to help a co-worker find her missing dog. Low and behold, I lock my keys in my car. So this now puts Heather at getting locked out of car once, locked out of babysitting house once and her own house twice. Well today makes 3 times.

At about 9:40 before work this morning (I worked last night, so got to go in an hour late) I went to change my laundry out. I decided to close the door because we have had a lot of bugs this weekend. Erica is getting the kitchen remodeled so with all the traffic in and out-lots of bugs. Well of course, the freaking garage door locks. I have my mini 1 minute panic attack. I knew that Brennan was suppose to be by soon so I decided to go outside and wait for him. Jose (a worker) shows up and we have about 1 minute of convo before I realize that he has no idea what I am talking about. So Jose and I sit there for 45 minutes in silence (holy awkward) and BK finally shows up. I get to work about 1 hour late. Not bad though. That might be the shortest amount of time I have ever had to wait to get back in my house. And this time it didn't cost me $75.

I did get to spend my time watching a dragon fly attempt to learn how to fly. However, it was unsuccessful for him and quite pathetic to watch. I just don't think it could be that hard to figure out how to fly. And I made leaf art. Picture below as I am sure all of you are very curious.



I decided to make a label for posts called locked out, because it seems to be becoming a theme.

Dallas Shore

Luck o' the Irish. That's the saying when referring to St. Patrick's Day right?

Well Saturday, the DFU got together to partake in the St. Patrick's Day festivities together. We had a little breakfast, watched the parade and then went down to the block party on lower Greenville. For those of you who have not been, Greenville is a "bar" street in Dallas that closes off for a party containing thousands and thousands of people.

We are all having a grand time as we make our way to the Dubliner. It's jam packed and people are pushing through one another to make their way to the bar. Now, I have no problem with this. You brush past people, say "Excuse me" and move on your way. Occasionally someone will get shoved into you, but that person usually ends up apologizing and you carry on with your day. But you are acknowledging that you would rather not have to push past them (or even touch them for that matter). I don't really need to explain this to anyone that reads my blog as I know most of you (4 people maybe read this?) and you are all upstanding, polite ladies. But in case Snooki is reading....Lesson 1.

However, one girl thinks that this is her world and we are all just living in it. This "lady" starts shoving through the crowd, making no apologies and stepping on people's feet. She shoves me (likes pushes me a couple feet out of her way) and I say "Excuse you" then proceed to turn around and continue talking to my friends.

All of the sudden I feel my head yanked back as this girl pulls my hair. And its not a little pull, she GRABS a chunk and yanks me back. I turn around just to see J-Woww (not really, but I feel like I was in an episode of Jersey Shore) running through the crowd. WHO PULLS HAIR????? Seriously?!?!

O trailer trash, that is who. When I was showering on Sunday, it physically hurt to touch my head...

I really wished she would have stuck around so she could see how we handle situations in O-Town instead of running away like a ho fo sho.

Moneybag Shawty

My phone at work has caller ID. Today I received a call from "Moneybag Shawty" inquiring about a job. This kid seriously registered with the phone company as "Moneybag Shawty".

Application denied.

Enough $aid.

Love of my Life

I have been to many concerts in my life, but none have had this affect on me. I am in love. You heard it right...However, the guy does not even know I exist. Its John Mayer. I know he can come off as a douche, but he is not. And I know that for a fact. He was very genuine and sincere last night in concert. Not too mention hot, an amazing singer and an amazing guitar player. Like mind blowingly good. And he has tattoo arm sleeves. Which lately, have been my weakness. Don't ask why, but serious....arm sleeves, ugh. For the past 15 hours or so, I have been planning my life with Mayer. I can't get enough...I might even move to New York. A girl can dream....

Serial Killers

Just like every morning, I log into I.M. (Yes IM-like old school AOL). I am talking to Ashley Payson (like usual-also part of the DFU chat we made so we can all talk at once-which gets stressful sometimes). Anyway, Ashley and I are talking about lunch and what we each brought. Ashley not only loves eating food, but loves talking about it as well. So, she sends me her latest blog post:

http://nohusbandnohousenodog.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-sensing-trend.html

I read it, laugh at my desk and respond to her IM. The following IM conversation ensues....(notice the bolded comments)

haus1303 (12:08:25 PM): Ha! I commented
ashpayson (12:09:27 PM): bahahahahha
ashpayson (12:09:31 PM): Love the comment!!!!!
ashpayson (12:09:38 PM): even more proof that I have issues
haus1303 (12:09:59 PM): Well we all know that.
ashpayson (12:10:18 PM): haha
haus1303 (12:10:37 PM): I wish I had someone to peel my orange for me.
ashpayson (12:10:55 PM): oh man! I love peeling oranges!!
ashpayson (12:11:15 PM): makes me think that maybe i was a serial killer in a past life. haus1303 (12:11:26 PM): Lol. I just don't want to get my hands all dirty
ashpayson (12:11:26 PM): they say that serial killers like to peel oranges
haus1303 (12:11:33 PM): baaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha
ashpayson (12:11:34 PM): and like to peel flesh

Ashley Payson everyone...

Lent

So as most of you know, today is Ash Wednesday. On Monday, I contemplated giving up alcohol. I was pretty dead set on it. Then I was informed that you cannot make clauses in your lent contract. I knew I was going to Stillwater for the KU game, and then there is St. Patty's day....so I wanted to "not drink" 38 out of 40 days. Then I realized that there are some days (mainly after work) that you just really need a drink. Last night, at Cuba Libre for Taryn's birthday, I was drinking my "Cuba Libre" (a drink that is frozen rum and coke-like an adult slurpie) I thought to myself "I am really glad I am not giving up alcohol." Low and behold...I am giving up pop.

You may think I am being a wimp. But I love pop...mainly Diet Dr. Pepper. Almost more than life itself. And I don't really care for coffee. There is actually a 12-pack of Cherry DDP under my desk right now and I swear it is whispering to me... "Heather..drink me. I am so fizzy and delicious." Alas-I have managed to hold off an hour without one. However, it is all I can think about. Hence, the blog.

Just look how much that monkey is enjoying its DDP. But I suppose if Jesus can give up food, I can give up DDP.

P.S. Water is boring.

Body Pump

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. That would be the sound you hear from me with every step I take.

I recently relocated gyms. I am now a member of Gold's Gym instead of 24 hour. 24 hour was gross and creepy and it just stunk in general. However, my softball tee's and lezzie workout clothes fit in a little better at 24 Hour.

Monday, I took "Body Pump" for the first time with Ashley Payson. I also decided that I could lift the same amount as Ashley who has been to the class more than once. The class is a one hour high-intensity weights class that by the end of, I couldn't even hold myself up. As we were walking down the stairs after class, my legs collapsed underneath me. I thought I was going to have to slide down on my booty.

Yesterday, the day after the class, I was pretty sore. However, nothing compared to today. I am limping, I can't lift my arms above my waist and I feel like I got hit by a car. I know that means it is working and I will definitely be taking the class again, but holy cow. Ouch.

Guess Who's Back, Back Again?!?

So I get made fun of a lot for liking Disney music. So this might come as a surprise to most of you, but I love Eminem. Like I am obsessed with him. In high school, he was the only person that Vanessa and I would listen to. You can imagine us in our probe or acura jamming out on the way to our internship every day (well the days we went). We knew all the words. I distinctly remember being at a party in college and Vanessa playing Eminem on her ipod. Every song of his that came on, received a response like "O this one is so good" or "This is his best song", or even just an "O yea."

So you can imagine how excited I was last night during the Grammy's. I thought the show was pretty bad for the most part. Enter Lil' Wayne (who I was pretty sure was in jail), Drake, Travis Barker on drums and of course...EMINEM!

For those of you that missed it, it is below. (I can't figure out how to add the video)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yBFwE-VFL8

The Apple Does Not Fall Far From The Tree

In high school, about once a month, my mother would get locked out of the house. Whether it was her or the kids locking her out, I would get a pass from the school to dismiss me from class to go home and let her in. Then make the trek back to school.

A couple months ago, I got locked out of our house while mowing the lawn. Luckily Erica would be home in 4 hours so I went running and then fell asleep on the front porch. This time was a bit different.

This afternoon, there was a knock on the back door. It was Landon and Parker trying to STEAL our beer pong table. Parker had pulled up in our back alley and Landon had climbed over the fence thinking we would leave our shed unlocked and they could grab it without Erica or I ever knowing. Wrong. After much debate I went out to let Landon in our shed.

On my attempt back in the house, I realized the door was locked. So I quickly yelled at the boys to wait so they could help me. Help me do what? I don't know. But Erica was in KC and I was still in my pajamas and it was 31 degrees. Parker and Landon tried to use credit cards and other devices to break into the house. They didn't work so I had to call a locksmith. While I waited for the locksmith, the boys left-yeah I know, and I hung out at my neighbors, Lauri (pronounced like Sorry if you were wondering) and talked crazy for about an hour.

The locksmith finally shows up and it was not as easy as in the movie "The Italian Job". He put a blood pressure pump in the door (that basically acted like a giant credit card) and didn't work, then used a can of hairspray or something. Then FINALLY broke out the Italian Job tools. $75 and 1.5/2 hours later, I am in the house. Hot after my hot shower!!!

Pretty much I blame Parker and Landon for the whole thing, but why wouldn't I?? But, there is a Temptation Island Marathon on, so that basically makes the day awesome.

Hot Water

This morning started out like any other. I wake up, talk to Erica about the fact that the heat does not work and the guy that will be coming to fix it, then go to take a shower. I turn on the water and its freezing cold. I go check the pilot light and it is indeed out on the hot water heater. Mini panic attack. Erica offers that I shower at Cooper but its already 7:45 and I would be super late to work (instead of my normal 30 minutes late to work). I call Rachel and ask if I can use her shower. Being the good friend she is, she says yes. She has to leave for work at 8 so I throw a bunch of stuff in a bag and head over.

Of course its raining so the drive takes twice as long.

I get to Rach's, shower, get creeped out why her cats watch me. I am already running late so I decide to do my make up at work. Do my hair (which looks awful by the way) go to get dressed. Get creeped out again by the cats, and realize that I forgot to pack pants. MAJOR PANIC ATTACK.

I calm down and realize that I dropped some off at the dry cleaners the other day so I put on my cardigan, sweats and tennis shoes to go pick the pants up. Take one more look at the creepy cats and leave. I pick them up and realize I have no wear to change.

So I walk into work (45/50 minutes late) with a cardigan, sweat pants, tennis shoes and no make up on. Who do I get on the elevator with? The douchey sales guy that makes some comment about superman and changing in the elevator...ugh. Haahah..yea, that's how I decided to get dressed this morning. I then proceed to get made fun of why I am brushing my teeth (did I mention I didn't have time to do that as I left this morning-good thing I have a toothbrush and toothpaste in my desk) and changing in the bathroom. Like a homeless person.

Its 11:06 am and I still have no make up on. Good thing I am so naturally good looking...

go stars.

Dentist

So if you are like me, you hate going to the dentist. I hate it so much that I rarely go. My last appointment was in November of 2007. And before you say gross I would just like to tell you what the dentist said...

"Wow. You have some of the best oral hygiene I have ever seen. Your teeth look like you just came about a month or 2 ago. You have fantastic teeth. What do you do?" I brush. So there.

Anyway, the appointment starts out like most when you have not been there in years, they take x-rays. 18 to be exact and my gag reflex is a bit stronger than I thought. The entire time, the dental hygienist is telling me about the fact that her and her boyfriend just got a cat. But the cat was his decision not hers (um maybe he needs to find a man-sorry if you like cats:) ) and how she found him on eharmony. All the while asking extremely personal questions about my life and if whomever sleeps in my bed can hear my teeth grinding, if I have tried dating websites, etc, while I cannot talk at all.

We have now arrived at the front teeth for the xray. Background, I have never had an issue getting my teeth x-rayed before. For those of you that don't know, I am tongue tied. Like really tongue tied. The tip (close to the top) of my tongue is attached right below my bottom front teeth. I can stick my tongue out about 1/2 of a centimeter. Most tongue ties (probably yours) are an inch further back from mine.

Anyway, we get to the front teeth and she cannot xray because I am tongue tied. I am sorry, because of my lingual fraenulum. She then asks me "Did you know you are really tongue tied" Um yes. Yes I did. For 25 years now. Did she really think that no dentist had ever told me that?

So then the dentist came in, who I really like, and told me that he suggested I get it cut. Which my uncles always told me they would do with scissors growing up. It would take about 5 minutes and only be about 2 days of healing. But, I am really scared that I will have to relearn how to kiss and eat. Or that my tongue will just hang out of my mouth like a dog.

Dumb fears, but really...

Counterfeit

So working in the Entertainment industry, I have seen my fair share of counterfeit tickets and even some dollar bills, but today I encountered a first.

So at about 4:30, Delma, Amy and I went to the pop machine. I put in my 3 quarters to get my DDP (Diet Dr. Pepper). However, one of the quarters would not go in. I tried about 6 times then gave up. On my way back to my office I took a closer look at the quarter. Not only was it not the same size as a regular quarter but it was a different type of metal and color. George's head on the front was "3D" off the quarter, I mean it feels completely different. AND on all quarters there is a letter to the right of Washington's pony tail, no letter here.

So of course I tell about everyone at work. No joke, multiple people ask me where I got the quarter. "Um, I don't know. Let me go check my coin diary at home" .... scroll diary pages- "1963 quarter - Goodcents on Monday, January 4th." Yes that is where I got it!

I can't imagine that making fake money is an easy task, why would you talk all of your time to make fake quarters? If I was going to make fake money it would be 20s and hundies. Does this person only pay in quarters?

Moral of this story (like there is one): Look out for a person who only pays in quarters.

Just Another Happy Hour or Civic Duty???

So on Thursday, my friend Amy approached me and asked me if I would like to do happy hour. Of course, I said yes. However, this wasn't just any type of happy hour. This happy hour was to contribute to our city. You may be thinking, I bet the proceeds went to charity or something, well you would be wrong. This happy hour was for the Dallas Police Department.

You may have once wondered, how do they train the cops to do sobriety tests, well the get the public drunk and then test them. We had to be at the Dallas PD right after work. We got there around 5PM to fill out paperwork and take your first Breathalyzer. You also had to give them your ride's name and number. You then had to consume 2 drinks per hour and they would determine the amount of alcohol based upon body weights, heights and how drunk they wanted you some people have not had one drink at all). You also may question where this free alcohol came from. Well its the booze that they confiscate from people once they are pulled over or whatnot-unopened bottles only-at least I hope. So for 2 hours you sit there drinking and playing cards (Phase 10 for our game of choice, and of course I won).

After the 2 hours they then give you another Breathalyzer and send you down to "field training". You enter a room with about 50 cop trainees. You then do 3 standard tests-

1. Walk a straight line, heal to toe. 9 Steps forward, 3 step pivot turn, 9 steps back-dismount.
2. Follow their finger why they whip it back and forth. (I am sorry, but dead sober, no drink in your life-this test is ridiculous. You are expected to keep your head completely still why following their finger with you eyes only. But, their finger is moving about 30 mph.)
3. Balance on one foot and count out loud with a Mississippi in between. Simple enough but they keep telling you to only look at your foot and check to see if you are looking at the space in front of your foot.

You do this about 4 or 5 times with different groups of cops, and then at the end, the cops guess your Breathalyzer level. They were pretty close when they guessed my levels. However, I cannot really remember the numbers...

I still cannot believe this is legal, but what do I know, I am not a cop.

Jumping on the Bandwagon

So all of my friends have blogs and Erica keeps pressuring me to have one. Well ladies and gents, here it is. It really starting the other night when Erica and I were watching SYTYCD (So You Think You Can Dance for those of you that live in a hole). We were watching Kathryn and Jakob's routine to the Michael Buble song. They were rolling around on the floor and I said "I wonder if dancers point their toes when they are doing the deed?" Random thought....

I warn you, it will probably be more of just thoughts in my head, spelled incorrectly. I will use the correct form of "there" though. That is one of my biggest pet peeves. And for details as to why I have the title that I do. Check the description.