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....