I would just like to make it known that I find it absolutely disgusting when people at the gym don't disinfect their equipment when done using it, especially the cardio machines. I mean you spend 30 minutes sweating all over the damn thing and then you don't clean it (and you know who you are). GROSS! I was running one day next to a doctor from the clinic I go to and sure enough, when he was done, he walked away and never cleaned it...come on dude, you are supposed to be a freaking doctor!
That is all...
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Finding My Inner Creative Goddess
For my dad's birthday, I bought him an empty scrapbook with a promise to scrap together our family photos currently residing in boxes. Since my dad has everything he could ever want, I thought this would be a very personal and heartfelt gift. I mean how hard could it be?
Well, It is not as easy as it may look. There is a lot to scrap booking. You have your pictures and paper and matting paper, embellishments, paper cutters, glue, and just a whole mess of whatnot that turns your pictures into art and it is up to you to assemble them in a eye flattering fashion. I have not done something too creative since I had to decorate my house, but that is a bit different. I'm finding great difficulty in getting my creative juices flowing...I think I need help. So far though, I must say that I really like it. It is helping find my inner creative goddess...that's a good thing, I like her :)
Well, It is not as easy as it may look. There is a lot to scrap booking. You have your pictures and paper and matting paper, embellishments, paper cutters, glue, and just a whole mess of whatnot that turns your pictures into art and it is up to you to assemble them in a eye flattering fashion. I have not done something too creative since I had to decorate my house, but that is a bit different. I'm finding great difficulty in getting my creative juices flowing...I think I need help. So far though, I must say that I really like it. It is helping find my inner creative goddess...that's a good thing, I like her :)
Monday, September 17, 2007
1 (800) Hold-Please
OMG! This weekend was a telephone nightmare. Casey and I got new cell phones; he upgraded to a blackberry and I made the switch to Sprint after being a long time US Cellular customer (I must say that so far I am not impressed). I was finally able to pick his up on Friday (it had to be reshipped because the first one was stolen) and as soon as I got it home Casey wanted to play with it. Of course, it is a new toy. Well, we couldn't seem to get the Internet working. We tried and tried and it wasn't happening. So I put the little disk they give you into my computer hoping that it would magically give me the answers only to find out my disk drive was not working. So first I tried Toshiba tech support and the line was actually busy! It was busy the 24 times I tried it, which really pissed me off. Then I called Sprint tech support and was on hold for an hour and at that point I gave up. I was really tired. First thing in the morning I tried again. While on hold, thanks to the invention of speaker phone, I was able to get the dishes and laundry done and make Casey breakfast. Finally I reached a live body who was great, I think his name was Jason, and he had the patients of a saint and he fixed my problem. That, however was not the end of it. My husband was flying to Arcata that day and as it turn out, on Horizon Airlines. Since they have grounded the majority of their planes, we needed to find out his flight status and according to the Internet, the was no such flight. Everyone else must have had the same idea because we spent and hour on hold to find out if he was flying or not. GRRRR! Companies need to know that there is a nifty technological advance that allows them to hold your place in line as if you were holding but instead of actually holding, it automatically calls you back when it is almost your turn...
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Oh Rodeo!
Labor Day weekend, our last big hoo rah for the summer; we went to E-burg for rodeo and it was a blast. My poor husband had to drive all day from California to get home and as soon as he did, we left for the other side of the mountain with me driving, HA. I have the worlds worst road rage on long road trips and I have no patients for holiday drivers...I wanna go fast. By the time we arrived, my husband was totally ready to be out of the truck and away from my insanity and I had serious muscle cramps in my back and in desperate need of a cocktail.
I had barely set foot on E-burg soil when I was greeted by one of our gracious hosts who assured me that he would take care of setting up my camp while I went and found some beer and the girls. I don't think I was in the house for more than a minute when a barrage of beautiful people came clamoring at me. (You see, the rodeo tradition has gone on for years and this was the first time I was able to make it). All my girlfriends looking their finest clad in cowboy boots and hats and alcohol induced ear to ear grins were suffering from a mix of shock, disbelief, and excitement at my arrival. I was informed of their plan to go dancing behind the chutes and urged to go change my clothes and get my ass in the car. Quick like a bunny I bounded to the truck in search of jeans and boots, threw them on, downed a couple beers and piled into the car.
I was a little confused when we arrived at our destination...we were at a fair. Low and behold, we were literally going BEHIND THE CHUTES of the rodeo. It was a kick in the pants. Live band, beer garden, but most importantly, I was able to rock my inner cowgirl. Very funny things happened behind the chutes, Donna for no reason started dumping water down Cheryl's shirt repeatedly, Jason was kicked out for being too drunk and his poor wife had to babysit him while poor prego Amie had to come pick them up, Michelle taking her sweet time and somebody telling her "it's not that big a deal Michelle, bamanos", Michelle telling someone they looked "borderline amazing!" (does not sound that funny now but let me tell you, it was hilarious) and there was just so much more!!! When we were reading to go, Amie had to come and pick our entire group up and we amazingly enough fit 13 people into a Honda Pilot, at least Maica and I were in the front seat with a seat belt on. Upon arrival we spilled out of the car and many of us went to bed, I stayed up for a little while to socialize with those who stayed behind.
Tim was in prime form...he was sleeping when Casey and I showed up but he was wide awake and ready to party at midnight. I fell asleep while listening to Timmy and a few others having a screaming contest. Nick and Michelle's poor neighbors!
The next morning I awoke to a chorus of farting from the gentleman and conversations about going to Bi-Mart. Random. I reluctantly got out of bed only because I had to pee. What a rancid adventure that was... a dozen guys after a night of drinking, what is with that anyway? I laid around and slept most of the day nursing my hangover and while I did not feel too awful, I had cramps and a general fog that kept me from tying one on again. That night there was a ton more funny that happened. Michelle was given a little notebook so we decided to record funny memories (this blog is getting long so I'll recap) Scott shooting the bow in his boxers, Cherie and Tim drunk on the boat at 6am, Tim almost dying on the boat at 7 am, Tim joking about wearing a cape and none of us saying anything, Tim asking Chris and Elissa if they met while picking out hair dye and who knows what else I missed, I went to bed early. Casey and I woke up at 5:30 and busted outta there so he could go back to work.
IT WAS A BLAST!!! Thank you Nick and Michelle for your hospitality and thank you to everyone else for the gut wrenching laughter, weeks later, I am still laughing!
I had barely set foot on E-burg soil when I was greeted by one of our gracious hosts who assured me that he would take care of setting up my camp while I went and found some beer and the girls. I don't think I was in the house for more than a minute when a barrage of beautiful people came clamoring at me. (You see, the rodeo tradition has gone on for years and this was the first time I was able to make it). All my girlfriends looking their finest clad in cowboy boots and hats and alcohol induced ear to ear grins were suffering from a mix of shock, disbelief, and excitement at my arrival. I was informed of their plan to go dancing behind the chutes and urged to go change my clothes and get my ass in the car. Quick like a bunny I bounded to the truck in search of jeans and boots, threw them on, downed a couple beers and piled into the car.
I was a little confused when we arrived at our destination...we were at a fair. Low and behold, we were literally going BEHIND THE CHUTES of the rodeo. It was a kick in the pants. Live band, beer garden, but most importantly, I was able to rock my inner cowgirl. Very funny things happened behind the chutes, Donna for no reason started dumping water down Cheryl's shirt repeatedly, Jason was kicked out for being too drunk and his poor wife had to babysit him while poor prego Amie had to come pick them up, Michelle taking her sweet time and somebody telling her "it's not that big a deal Michelle, bamanos", Michelle telling someone they looked "borderline amazing!" (does not sound that funny now but let me tell you, it was hilarious) and there was just so much more!!! When we were reading to go, Amie had to come and pick our entire group up and we amazingly enough fit 13 people into a Honda Pilot, at least Maica and I were in the front seat with a seat belt on. Upon arrival we spilled out of the car and many of us went to bed, I stayed up for a little while to socialize with those who stayed behind.
Tim was in prime form...he was sleeping when Casey and I showed up but he was wide awake and ready to party at midnight. I fell asleep while listening to Timmy and a few others having a screaming contest. Nick and Michelle's poor neighbors!
The next morning I awoke to a chorus of farting from the gentleman and conversations about going to Bi-Mart. Random. I reluctantly got out of bed only because I had to pee. What a rancid adventure that was... a dozen guys after a night of drinking, what is with that anyway? I laid around and slept most of the day nursing my hangover and while I did not feel too awful, I had cramps and a general fog that kept me from tying one on again. That night there was a ton more funny that happened. Michelle was given a little notebook so we decided to record funny memories (this blog is getting long so I'll recap) Scott shooting the bow in his boxers, Cherie and Tim drunk on the boat at 6am, Tim almost dying on the boat at 7 am, Tim joking about wearing a cape and none of us saying anything, Tim asking Chris and Elissa if they met while picking out hair dye and who knows what else I missed, I went to bed early. Casey and I woke up at 5:30 and busted outta there so he could go back to work.
IT WAS A BLAST!!! Thank you Nick and Michelle for your hospitality and thank you to everyone else for the gut wrenching laughter, weeks later, I am still laughing!
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