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.