We've gone through almost 7 months of pregnancy (only 3 more to go!!) and since around month 2 we've been battling names. Duke-ing it out, as it were. I am so excited (and relieved) to share the name that Abe finally has agreed to and that I have liked since the beginning.
Luke Sage Thomas
A cute boy name and a strong man name. Now, let's just pray that this baby is really a boy!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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Tuesday, December 16, 2008
(Must hum, Oh Christmas Tree) Oh 5 foot tree, oh 5 foot tree....
This weekend, Abe and I ventured a whopping 1.3 miles to The Home Depot where we purchased our third Christmas tree together, ever. Being that this Christmas sort of snuck up on me, and the fact that I am 6+ months preggo, we decided to go a little bit smaller this year. (Last year, we bought a 9 footer, yes, there was a niner in there, and it filled our living room beautifully.) This year though, we decided to go with a 5-6 foot tree. It looks great in our room and it only took us about 45 minutes to light and decorate. It's not that I became lazy this holiday season, it's more so that I am fat and tired and spend most nights printing labels, recipe cards, and setting up notepads for my company, Between the Sheets Co.. Example: tonight instead of wrapping some gifts to put under aforementioned tree, I am sitting in our office printing and setting up orders. (Which trust me, I totally do not mind! I love it!) Once these recipe cards are complete, I will be heading to bed to watch a TiVo'd episode of The Housewives of Orange County. (This is of course my reward for working so hard...good old fashioned trashy television.)
Monday, December 15, 2008
Wish I had my camera
Over the weekend, Abe and I ran some errands and while driving from one place to the next, we saw one of the most classy treatments on a car. Ever. The bumper and the "fin" (or spoiler as I am told it's called), were wrapped in Louis Vuitton green on green pattern. Looking something like this:
I tried to take a pic with my phone, however I simply could not capture the detail. I know you are sad, but never fear- if you live in Dallas I can bet that you will most likely see this fabulous phenom driving around town. Keep your eyes open!
I tried to take a pic with my phone, however I simply could not capture the detail. I know you are sad, but never fear- if you live in Dallas I can bet that you will most likely see this fabulous phenom driving around town. Keep your eyes open!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Why?
You've read the email forwards of the elementary school kids who ask the funny questions: why is the sky blue, how do babies get inside the mom's tummy, what's in a hot dog, etc. Ok, so my question is:
Why when I am truly sick and home alone, does my dog decide to one up and me and puke on the shag rug in the den?
Once he's done heaving up God knows what, I am stuck to clean up the rug in between dry heaves and tears. He's all perky and running around, having the time of his life on the couch...I am light headed, pukey feeling and now dealing with a raunchy, smelly rug beneath me. Raaaaaallllllph.
Why when I am truly sick and home alone, does my dog decide to one up and me and puke on the shag rug in the den?
Once he's done heaving up God knows what, I am stuck to clean up the rug in between dry heaves and tears. He's all perky and running around, having the time of his life on the couch...I am light headed, pukey feeling and now dealing with a raunchy, smelly rug beneath me. Raaaaaallllllph.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
It's already December?
What in the world? It's already December? This year has gone by so fast! I feel like we just pulled through the hot month of July! And to think now it's "winter". (In Texas, we hardly get a winter. It's more like a few chilly days with some wind and maybe a little smidge of rain. Hardly enough to have a snow day and not have to go to work.)
Anyway. The reason why I am so surprised that December has totally snuck up on me is because I distinctly remember July 4th, which seemed like only last week, and that's around the time I became pregnant. (just 24 weeks ago!)
December has also hit me like a ton of bricks because I've been busy trying to grow my business- www.betweenthesheetsco.com. I've been busy fulfilling orders, and trying to retain more clients and more orders. Since the whole Daily Candy write up went out, I've gotten a lot more web traffic- which makes me very happy.
Today, I am happy to announce that my products for my company will be able to be ordered through a cute retail location, located in Mockingbird Station. Paperie & Co. They sell pre-printed invites, notecards, etc and will add me to their arsenal as a custom designed products and local business. Go check it out!
Anyway. The reason why I am so surprised that December has totally snuck up on me is because I distinctly remember July 4th, which seemed like only last week, and that's around the time I became pregnant. (just 24 weeks ago!)
December has also hit me like a ton of bricks because I've been busy trying to grow my business- www.betweenthesheetsco.com. I've been busy fulfilling orders, and trying to retain more clients and more orders. Since the whole Daily Candy write up went out, I've gotten a lot more web traffic- which makes me very happy.
Today, I am happy to announce that my products for my company will be able to be ordered through a cute retail location, located in Mockingbird Station. Paperie & Co. They sell pre-printed invites, notecards, etc and will add me to their arsenal as a custom designed products and local business. Go check it out!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Here we have the 'circus dog'
Whatta dog! He has so many tricks...Sike. He can shake. But here, we are showing the trick we have deemed 'circus dog.' He doesn't do this often, but when he does, Abe and I get a huge kick out of it.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
He likes to "swirl"
When we got home from Mexico, we went to pick Red up at my aunt's house where we found out that he had:
1. Gotten the cha cha's
2. Run away for a brief moment, causing my aunt to have to run down the alley in her gown and fuzzy slippers yelling "TREAT TREAT!"
3. Drug out all the Beanie Babies from a closet, but before he could rip into one of them my aunt turned the corner and scared him half to death.
4. Gotten into the trash and smeared it all over the house
5. And last but not least, peed a small amount on her carpet where my cousins horse, I mean bull mastif has had an accident.
With all of this said, he is still the most cute dog and I just love my puppy. And he loves us. Abe dropped a sweatshirt onto a chair in our den and Red likes to swirl in clothing that smells like Abe. Here is a shot of Red swirling to get comfy in his daddy's shirt.
1. Gotten the cha cha's
2. Run away for a brief moment, causing my aunt to have to run down the alley in her gown and fuzzy slippers yelling "TREAT TREAT!"
3. Drug out all the Beanie Babies from a closet, but before he could rip into one of them my aunt turned the corner and scared him half to death.
4. Gotten into the trash and smeared it all over the house
5. And last but not least, peed a small amount on her carpet where my cousins horse, I mean bull mastif has had an accident.
With all of this said, he is still the most cute dog and I just love my puppy. And he loves us. Abe dropped a sweatshirt onto a chair in our den and Red likes to swirl in clothing that smells like Abe. Here is a shot of Red swirling to get comfy in his daddy's shirt.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Baby Name Oh Baby Name, Where Are You?
Ok, so Abe and I are having a really hard time agreeing on a name for our kiddo. We've both been vetoed, fought for our #1 names, let our parents in on the fun, even searched the web. We are officially taking suggestions. Please note: the name should go well with a middle name of Sage.
Feel free to suggest your winners in the coment section of this blog.
Feel free to suggest your winners in the coment section of this blog.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
And I'll Never Wear THESE Jeans Again
So, I've been pretty good about the whole "weight gain" during my first 23 weeks of pregnancy. (To date, I've only packed on 6.5 lbs) I can still fit into a pair of jeans that I wore before July 4th. And by "fit" into a pair of jeans, I mean I can fit my hips, ass, legs, and ankles into them. The belly, not so much. So, my awesome mom, Patty, as I refer to her when speaking to amigos, bought me a bella band. A great invention for those who are in their 10th-16th week of pregger-ness, it allows you to wear pants that fit everywhere but are not really zipping up all the way.
The band is not so great for someone like me, who is still wearing pre-preggo pants (ppp) and has a belly the size of a mini basketball hanging off her frontal region. You see, ppp are great because it reminds you that you are only gaining weight in the belly/boob vicinity and to keep up your good work! (Good work = eating fruit, FiberOne bars, and rocky road ice cream daily in order to keep your girlish figure.)
Today however, my jeans are feeling a little more snug than normal, the bella band is bunched up around my waist and into my underpants, and I can see it hanging out underneath my borrowed maternity sweater. (Thanks Amy!) Therefore, I am retiring these jeans o'mine and the band until further notice. Tomorrow, I may move on to actual maternity pants, pants that I have been avoiding like Mexican food, onions and some sauce Ty's wife makes to go with his chicken lunches. Moving right along into maternity pants and a larger bra....Go baby!
The band is not so great for someone like me, who is still wearing pre-preggo pants (ppp) and has a belly the size of a mini basketball hanging off her frontal region. You see, ppp are great because it reminds you that you are only gaining weight in the belly/boob vicinity and to keep up your good work! (Good work = eating fruit, FiberOne bars, and rocky road ice cream daily in order to keep your girlish figure.)
Today however, my jeans are feeling a little more snug than normal, the bella band is bunched up around my waist and into my underpants, and I can see it hanging out underneath my borrowed maternity sweater. (Thanks Amy!) Therefore, I am retiring these jeans o'mine and the band until further notice. Tomorrow, I may move on to actual maternity pants, pants that I have been avoiding like Mexican food, onions and some sauce Ty's wife makes to go with his chicken lunches. Moving right along into maternity pants and a larger bra....Go baby!
We're Baaaaack! And we are kickin'!
Abe and I returned from "Mejico" (pronounced "me-hee-co", as my brother calls it), on Thursday night. I, burned to a crisp and already started the dandruff face look; Abe still as pale as he was when we arrived- liver may be a little more "tan" aka brown from the shots of tequila and heavy amounts of michelada drinking he did- but hey, we were in Mexico! He was drinking for three....err two.
While in Mexico, a funny little thing happened. I started getting kicked (hard) by my baby! Like punching me in the gut/bladder kicks. So hard, Abe could FINALLY feel what I had been telling him for the last couple of weeks. It was the strangest, but most cool feeling in the world. When the baby kicked Abe's hand, I looked over to see his reaction- and it was one of pure shock. I started crying because it scared me a little and Abe's eyes widened like he'd just seen a ghost.
It was a fun little moment for us, and a great vacation to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary, an early 30th bday (yikes!), and our growing bambino.
While in Mexico, a funny little thing happened. I started getting kicked (hard) by my baby! Like punching me in the gut/bladder kicks. So hard, Abe could FINALLY feel what I had been telling him for the last couple of weeks. It was the strangest, but most cool feeling in the world. When the baby kicked Abe's hand, I looked over to see his reaction- and it was one of pure shock. I started crying because it scared me a little and Abe's eyes widened like he'd just seen a ghost.
It was a fun little moment for us, and a great vacation to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary, an early 30th bday (yikes!), and our growing bambino.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
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Wednesday, October 29, 2008
How did you get gum in your hair?
I have some peanut butter at my desk....Joking. Ok, so THIS is my friend Kiska. (The one getting hair pulled out of her head. Amy is the one doing the picking.)
A few weeks ago, she got a really "cute" haircut, and then her boyfriend went and ruined it for all of us. He called her a "soccer mom." (Totally unacceptable, Morris. Totally.) Anyway, after the slam comment was made, she scurried over to her hair dresser and immediately had some extensions put in. Put in to A- not give her a "cute" hair cut, and B- rid her hair of the soccer mom look. Good idea in theory so her hair would grow, but whoa. Apparently, the extensions, made of REAL human hair (I think), decided to come slightly loose. Hence why Amy is picking at Kiska's head like a monkey on the Discovery Channel. The extensions came out in sections via some office scissors, as it were, and can be seen in my trash can below. We tried to give the hair to some co-workers to use for Halloween costume spiffer-uppers (mullet, rat tail, etc.) however they declined.
A few weeks ago, she got a really "cute" haircut, and then her boyfriend went and ruined it for all of us. He called her a "soccer mom." (Totally unacceptable, Morris. Totally.) Anyway, after the slam comment was made, she scurried over to her hair dresser and immediately had some extensions put in. Put in to A- not give her a "cute" hair cut, and B- rid her hair of the soccer mom look. Good idea in theory so her hair would grow, but whoa. Apparently, the extensions, made of REAL human hair (I think), decided to come slightly loose. Hence why Amy is picking at Kiska's head like a monkey on the Discovery Channel. The extensions came out in sections via some office scissors, as it were, and can be seen in my trash can below. We tried to give the hair to some co-workers to use for Halloween costume spiffer-uppers (mullet, rat tail, etc.) however they declined.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
An oldie but a goodie...
Ask me a year ago what cereal I ate in the mornings and I'll tell you Kashi Go Lean. Ask me now that I am preggo and cannot handle the "extra" fiber...I am LOVING Shredded Wheat. (The old school kind.) Add a little fat free milk and it's yum-tastical. I suggest you try this delicious box of shredded goodness.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Diana's Shirt
Today at the office, although, not as productive with my "work" work, but more so with my Between the Sheets Co. work, a few funny things occurred. One of them being, my friend Diana showing up to work wearing a band t-shirt. Not a trendy, cool "band" t-shirt like Metallica or Led Zeppelin, but a BAND t-shirt. Band as in marching band. As in high school (I think) marching band. We all know that she was a part of the "Golden Wave Band of Baylor University." And you know what? I am totally fine with that. Diana is a cool chick. Below is a pic of Diana (and me "forcefully holding her down" so Amy could take a snapshot) proudly displaying said shirt. Enjoy.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Where do I even start?
Today was our friend, Joel's 28th birthday. So, in true LunchBunch fashion, we planned a LunchBunch outing. I think our group was a little overzealous, as we ventured to the "new place by Goldy's." (Harwood 609) A video can be seen here, and below I will provide feedback.
(WOW- that video is...WOW. And it showcases the...WOW.)
Let me start off with the major points of interest:
1. Water walls line the entry way
2. Look down...you'll see tiger carpet
3. Doilies, not like your grandma had, more like what your Valentine's Day cards were made of in the 2nd grade, are atop every bread "bowl" and bread "plate".
4. If you are lucky- you will get a bread plate to go accompany your dense dinner rolls
5. The term "buffet" should be used very loosely
6. The menu for today (which was Thursday) had no cohesion...we were offered to choose 1 of the following: Burgundy Meatballs, Lasagna, or Creole Chicken; then offered to choose 2 side dishes: rice pilaf, stir fry, or peas and carrots. Let the record state that all food was served cold and in a very unappetizing manner. See pics:
7. The "dessert" table was left out in the open for all to enjoy, sneeze on, cough on, sit on- you name it, you can do it. This table was graced by little plates (with doilies) with cookies and slices of some sort of pound-like cake (most likely from Sam's).
And last, but not least...
8. There was a salad "buffet" bar which included bowls of lettuce- hmmm, which bowl to choose?
You too can have this most obnoxious lunch experience for only $5.41 plus tip.
At some point during our excursion, there was a poll to see when Harwood 609 might be out of business. There are dates from all 6 members of the LunchBunch, all of which are in the first 5 months of 2009. Stay tuned.
Business Minutes Respectfully Submitted by Erin
Saturday, October 11, 2008
FedEx and its arrow...I am about to ruin it for you.
About ten years ago, while shipping a plethora of advertising materials for my client, The Home Depot, my desk looked like a FedEx shipping area. I had boxes and labels and packing tape everywhere. These were the days when I was single and would glady work until 3 or 4 in the morning to get my ads out the door. (Now, not so much.) Anyway. One night/morning, I was packing away at my desk and looked down to grab a FedEx box and noticed something strange. Not even seeing the words 'FedEx', but seeing an arrow. Look closely at the logo below between the 'e' and 'x' in 'Ex' and you'll be able to see the arrow.
Recently, my friend Joel (from previous posts) has pointed this "phenom" out to all of our LunchBunch buddies, forever ruining the way they view the FedEx logo. Way to go Joel.
Recently, my friend Joel (from previous posts) has pointed this "phenom" out to all of our LunchBunch buddies, forever ruining the way they view the FedEx logo. Way to go Joel.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Photo Equals...the Results are in!
So, you might be wondering what ever happened to the young dude after he and his Argentinian amiga completed their "photoshoot" (and I use "photoshoot" very loosely). Well friend of mine who reads this blog, yes, you know who you are, Kiska. This is what happened:
The fish-netted entrepreneur never got her cash, and Joel aka the young dude, went back to work sans the white hat and forever being forbidden to wear the "gym class" t-shirt ever again.
Amen.
The fish-netted entrepreneur never got her cash, and Joel aka the young dude, went back to work sans the white hat and forever being forbidden to wear the "gym class" t-shirt ever again.
Amen.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Baby Thomas
I am now in my 15th week of pregnancy and what a fun time this has been. Last week, my mom and I went clothes shopping because as you might guess my shirts are a tad tight and my jeans refuse to button comfortably. I am not wearing the maternity clothes yet, but it makes me feel better that I have SOMETHING in the closet to wear....Anyway- I haven't posted a single pic of the baby yet, so I figured I'd post the latest pic from the appointment at week 13- the week that I lost my balance and fell. While the doc was making sure everything was "in tact", she made this funny face and loudly announced, "I see a penis! I am about 95% sure you are having a boy!" It caught me totally off guard, but we are so excited! Below is Baby Thomas....
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Photo Equals
I think I've done this before- where I took a picture of Michael Jackson and then a photo of YouTube sensation Tay Monday (or something like that) and showed you the "alike-ness..." Well, it's happened again ladies and gents. But this time, it's happened with someone I actually know. Check it out. I RANDOMLY went to deannaandjesse.com (the last Bachelorette's website with fiance' Jesse) and saw these crazy pics they've taken, for what, I have not a clue. I am hoping they are not engagement photos- but hell, at this point, who knows. Anyway. I send the web link to my friend Kiska, and she replies with the "photo equivalent" of one of our friends. For your viewing pleasure, we have on top Deanna and Jesse posing outside of a tattoo parlor. On the bottom (where he likes to be), we have my friend, Joel posing with an Argentinian street walker. There are a lot of similarities here people...
(please note this image is copyrighted by deannaandjesse.com)
(please note this image is not copyrighted, and for good reason, too.)
I wonder where that white hat lives now....
(please note this image is copyrighted by deannaandjesse.com)
(please note this image is not copyrighted, and for good reason, too.)
I wonder where that white hat lives now....
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times- well, that just makes me a fool.
Tonight, after a long hard day of annoying work, I took my sweet wiener dog for a saunter around the block. The weather is getting nice and I am finding it much more appealing to walk him in the coolness of September, than the heat from hell during the summer.
I did the walk ritual- got a poop bag, got the leash, got the Ween in his "vest" aka harness, and away we went. (Did I mention that I grabbed A poop bag- this information becomes very useful in about 30 seconds.)
So, we are walking along, Red is peeing at every blade of grass we pass, and I am checking out everyone's landscape trying to figure out why ours is just not as buttoned up. Something I am mentally adding to my list of "to do's."
We continue the walk and Red stops to poop. No big deal (other than the dry heaving and gagging noises I'll be making while picking it up). I get my bag ready, inside-out, an grab the lumps of poop in the grass, making sure to pick up every little bit. Perfect. And only a little bit of gagging! Not bad!
We mosey on and are rounding out the block when I look behind me and he has stopped again and is pooping. WHAT?! I only have 1 bag. It's already tied off, sealed! No more poop! What do I do? I'll tell you what I did- I opened that sealed bag up, and grabbed the second poop pile. This time, tying the bag so tight because it now has double stink to it! And the gagging has now graduated to a full on "outside voice" noise. Kids on their bikes are riding by, staring at the "gag" lady with the Ween.
Nice. Thanks Red. You're the best.
(By the way- this has happened to me now 2 days in a row; being caught with only one poop bag...third times a charm! Tomorrow I will have an arsenal of poop bags and will no longer be known as the gag lady, but the "bag" lady...if you will.)
Tonight, after a long hard day of annoying work, I took my sweet wiener dog for a saunter around the block. The weather is getting nice and I am finding it much more appealing to walk him in the coolness of September, than the heat from hell during the summer.
I did the walk ritual- got a poop bag, got the leash, got the Ween in his "vest" aka harness, and away we went. (Did I mention that I grabbed A poop bag- this information becomes very useful in about 30 seconds.)
So, we are walking along, Red is peeing at every blade of grass we pass, and I am checking out everyone's landscape trying to figure out why ours is just not as buttoned up. Something I am mentally adding to my list of "to do's."
We continue the walk and Red stops to poop. No big deal (other than the dry heaving and gagging noises I'll be making while picking it up). I get my bag ready, inside-out, an grab the lumps of poop in the grass, making sure to pick up every little bit. Perfect. And only a little bit of gagging! Not bad!
We mosey on and are rounding out the block when I look behind me and he has stopped again and is pooping. WHAT?! I only have 1 bag. It's already tied off, sealed! No more poop! What do I do? I'll tell you what I did- I opened that sealed bag up, and grabbed the second poop pile. This time, tying the bag so tight because it now has double stink to it! And the gagging has now graduated to a full on "outside voice" noise. Kids on their bikes are riding by, staring at the "gag" lady with the Ween.
Nice. Thanks Red. You're the best.
(By the way- this has happened to me now 2 days in a row; being caught with only one poop bag...third times a charm! Tomorrow I will have an arsenal of poop bags and will no longer be known as the gag lady, but the "bag" lady...if you will.)
Missing Elderly, Gold Black La Sabre
On the way to work the other day, I noticed the highway was particularly backed up. Living in Dallas, this is not a shock, but on this day, 75 was definitely not it's normal self. As I inched along the stretch of road, (think back to the movie Office Space, or see clip here....)
I am flipping through all 12 preset channels on the radio, trying to find a clue (traffic repot) as to what the heck is going on ahead of me that would cause such a jam. No such luck. I heard snipits of Phil Collins (One More Try), Salt-n-Pepa (Shoop), about 4 minutes of radio ads and to top it off, Def Leopard (Pour Some Sugar on Me)- oh yeah, I stopped there to sing along. It was greatness. ANYWAY.
As I continued down the highway (at an average rate of 3 mph), I am not noticing any helicopters, sirens, etc so I am thinking there must be a fresh wreck and slew on rubberneckers. Five miles later = 30 minutes later, I reach the "problem area."
The problem people, is not a wreck. It is a damn TX DOT sign with flashing orange lights telling drivers heading South on 75: Do Not Travel to Houston or Beaumont. Limited Gas. (People are slowing down the read the sign....Seriously.)
Well duh. Has the entire state of Texas gone mad? Do people in Dallas not watch tv, or listen to the radio? Every other word is "Ike." I can assure you those of us heading to WORK are not heading to Houston. If we are heading to Houston, it's because we are being sent by the local government, FEMA, or the Red Cross to bear canned food and water.
About 45 minutes later (and about 20 mins late) I arrive to work.
Leaving work, same story, but this time I am heading North on 75. The highway is jammed again and I am thinking that TX DOT has really lost their mind. Why are they displaying memo's to us on the highway? Most of us are on the phone, text messaging, checking emails and singing along to the radio- we are ALREADY multitasking here, people. Do not distract us from the important "drive home" duties. Ok....so I am approaching the sign, and this time it reads: Missing Ederly. Gld/Blk LaSabre. KS Plates from Round Rock. Please call police.
Ummmmmm......What? Let's start with the obvious- why would anyone drive a gold and black La Sabre? Now, how did the car/ederly get from Kansas to Round Rock, Texas? Lastly, why do we think the La Sabre has made it to Dallas during rush hour traffic? Why don't we think it has gone back to Kansas? Or better yet, did it drive to Houston?
Texas Department of Transportation: why must you slow me and my fellow Dallas-ites down during rush hour to warn me of news I am already aware of, or to alert me about a missing person? I understand that it is my civic duty to report any information I have on missing persons, but must you aide in the slowness of my 19 mile one way commute? Just send us all a text message next time you need to communicate- I can assure you, no one will slow down to read it because we are already pros at handling the cell phone while driving.
I am flipping through all 12 preset channels on the radio, trying to find a clue (traffic repot) as to what the heck is going on ahead of me that would cause such a jam. No such luck. I heard snipits of Phil Collins (One More Try), Salt-n-Pepa (Shoop), about 4 minutes of radio ads and to top it off, Def Leopard (Pour Some Sugar on Me)- oh yeah, I stopped there to sing along. It was greatness. ANYWAY.
As I continued down the highway (at an average rate of 3 mph), I am not noticing any helicopters, sirens, etc so I am thinking there must be a fresh wreck and slew on rubberneckers. Five miles later = 30 minutes later, I reach the "problem area."
The problem people, is not a wreck. It is a damn TX DOT sign with flashing orange lights telling drivers heading South on 75: Do Not Travel to Houston or Beaumont. Limited Gas. (People are slowing down the read the sign....Seriously.)
Well duh. Has the entire state of Texas gone mad? Do people in Dallas not watch tv, or listen to the radio? Every other word is "Ike." I can assure you those of us heading to WORK are not heading to Houston. If we are heading to Houston, it's because we are being sent by the local government, FEMA, or the Red Cross to bear canned food and water.
About 45 minutes later (and about 20 mins late) I arrive to work.
Leaving work, same story, but this time I am heading North on 75. The highway is jammed again and I am thinking that TX DOT has really lost their mind. Why are they displaying memo's to us on the highway? Most of us are on the phone, text messaging, checking emails and singing along to the radio- we are ALREADY multitasking here, people. Do not distract us from the important "drive home" duties. Ok....so I am approaching the sign, and this time it reads: Missing Ederly. Gld/Blk LaSabre. KS Plates from Round Rock. Please call police.
Ummmmmm......What? Let's start with the obvious- why would anyone drive a gold and black La Sabre? Now, how did the car/ederly get from Kansas to Round Rock, Texas? Lastly, why do we think the La Sabre has made it to Dallas during rush hour traffic? Why don't we think it has gone back to Kansas? Or better yet, did it drive to Houston?
Texas Department of Transportation: why must you slow me and my fellow Dallas-ites down during rush hour to warn me of news I am already aware of, or to alert me about a missing person? I understand that it is my civic duty to report any information I have on missing persons, but must you aide in the slowness of my 19 mile one way commute? Just send us all a text message next time you need to communicate- I can assure you, no one will slow down to read it because we are already pros at handling the cell phone while driving.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Had me some drippy cheese
Tonight, while gathering ingredients to make a dip for a meeting I have tomorrow night, I wandered around the Wal-Mart trying to figure out what to do for dinner. Since I never know what time Abe is going to be home from work these days, I figured it needed to be something easy and quick to fix (he gives me about a 30 minute window from the time he calls and is in the car on the way home....) While lurking around the store, I decided on my ever so famous, Mexican Pile Up. Basically, a taco salad. Nothing crazy. Nothing hard and intense to fire up. I pulled a u-turn Laverne and headed back down the "Mexican Food" aisle to pick up a can of fat free refried beans, when I spotted it. There in a little shelf, sort off to the side. A new sort of packaging I'd never seen before. There it was- a can of drippy cheese. Oh my gosh. How could I have just found this? It is a Christmas miracle! If you like "dirty" nachos as much as we do, and you are jonsin' for some drippy cheese, I suggest you head over to the nearest Wal-Mart and pick you up some Ricos. (and some antacids....)
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Shameful Plug
www.betweenthesheetsco.com
Please send the link onto all your friends! The holiday season is coming up very quickly! Christmas is only 128 days away!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Poop, lots of poop.
This weekend, while I was supposed to be resting, I decided to take a trip to Dollar General to pick up a few necessary items. Nothing crazy, just some shampoo, a plastic bin, and paper towels. Really, nothing big- just necessary. As I descended from from the store, I felt a flick on the back of my neck. Reaching back to see how the elastic from my shirt could have possibly popped, I instead pull back a hand slimed with poo. Bird poo. Birds = the species I am terrified of. Now dry heaving and gagging, trying to get into the car with my shopping bags, and not get the poop anywhere else on me, I feel a tickle running down my back. More poo. Running down my back, which I have just so gracefully smashed into the back of my car seat. So the poop is in my hair, on my neck, running down my back, smashed into my t-shirt and bra and I am dry heaving like it's going out of style. Thank goodness I only live a few blocks from the poop flinging Dollar General, because as soon as I got into the garage, I strip. Leaving the clothes in the garage until after I have disinfected myself by taking an hour long shower, washing my hair, neck, and back at least 12 times with the scrubby brush. Once cleansed, I call my mom and Abe and tell them of my terrible experience. I describe it to them as "one of my worst nightmares," to which my mom responds, "Well, if that is your worst nightmare, then I think you are doing alright."
Not doing alright. Now, every time I pass under an awning or type of cover where b-i-r-d-s can hang out and nest, I am constantly looking to make sure I am in the clear. This is not a good way to live my life; in fear of being pooped on.
Not doing alright. Now, every time I pass under an awning or type of cover where b-i-r-d-s can hang out and nest, I am constantly looking to make sure I am in the clear. This is not a good way to live my life; in fear of being pooped on.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
The Ween and the Photoshoot
This week, we took Red to his first ever, professional photoshoot. He was a doggie model for a few new items at Sam's Club. He was so well behaved! We only had to feed him a small box of treats and bribe him with a W-A-L-K. We had so much fun!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
T-minus 8 days....
So, I have been feverishly working on my website. Dreaming about it, making revisions, getting my swatches together, naming my files, creating, etc. I have even been busy writing my copy for my site...and in 8 days, I am supposed go live people. LIVE TO THE INTERNET and able to take orders via the WEB. This is my version of walking on the moon; one small step for man, one giant leap for Erin and the rest of the peeps helping me out on this monstrous task. At this point, I can only pray that the site will:
a- work
b- work
c- work
d- make me a few dollars so I can afford to feed my husband and dog (and myself) and pay my sweet mom back for loaning the funds to get this biz up and running....
Please take a few moments on Aug 1 (or give it a few days) to look at the site and order all of your back to school, birthday, and holiday gifts!
www.betweenthesheetsco.com
a- work
b- work
c- work
d- make me a few dollars so I can afford to feed my husband and dog (and myself) and pay my sweet mom back for loaning the funds to get this biz up and running....
Please take a few moments on Aug 1 (or give it a few days) to look at the site and order all of your back to school, birthday, and holiday gifts!
www.betweenthesheetsco.com
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Fireworks, Cows, and Wine- they just don't mix.
Well, Abe and I are back from the Kuntry, I mean Kountry, or Country. It was a good time; here's the recap.
The moment we pulled into the drive way, I could tell this trip would be a little different than in years past. It was hotter for one. And secondly, Abe had added about 3 guns (probably only 1, but it feels like 3) guns to his collection, and I- 10 pounds. I am proud to say that I did very well with the gun situation...in getting OUT of going to shoot. I played the "wine", not to be confused with "whine," card. i.e. I drank in the pool and couldn't operate heavy machinery, a motor vehicle, or a gun(s) for that matter. Speaking of wine...
Here's where the cows come into play. I was floating on my Cadillac of a raft, sipping on my 14th glass of wine, when suddenly I hear a very loud grunting, moo-like noise. I sit up (careful not to fall of the raft) and to my surprise, I see a bull on the right and about 3 lady cows to the left of him. What the hell? Is it mating season? Or, were they just bored and needing something to "do?" Ewww. Must. Get. Out. Of. Pool. Now.
After the pool and cow "incident," we headed to the 4th of July parade, which is held on Main Street. It took 4 minutes for the parade to go West on Main, then turn around and head back East on Main. Hard candy such as peppermints and double bubble were pitched out of John Deere's, golf carts with old ladies, the volunteer fire department trucks, and kids with bikes.
Back to the wine. I mean house.
The fireworks that my mother-in-law purchased and displayed were out of control. Sitting back on my wooden folding chair in the driveway of her house, "Large and in charge" Ron, "I was in the Iran Army" Gaby, and "I want to show the Johnson's down the road how awesome our fireworks are this year" Carol, spent many a minute lighting what I like to call the "Kuntry Klub Fireworks Show." It really was great! No one got hurt (other than Ron having to trot back and forth in his PJ pants to light the next round of poppers- boy was he out of breath!), and the display was just perfect!
The moment we pulled into the drive way, I could tell this trip would be a little different than in years past. It was hotter for one. And secondly, Abe had added about 3 guns (probably only 1, but it feels like 3) guns to his collection, and I- 10 pounds. I am proud to say that I did very well with the gun situation...in getting OUT of going to shoot. I played the "wine", not to be confused with "whine," card. i.e. I drank in the pool and couldn't operate heavy machinery, a motor vehicle, or a gun(s) for that matter. Speaking of wine...
Here's where the cows come into play. I was floating on my Cadillac of a raft, sipping on my 14th glass of wine, when suddenly I hear a very loud grunting, moo-like noise. I sit up (careful not to fall of the raft) and to my surprise, I see a bull on the right and about 3 lady cows to the left of him. What the hell? Is it mating season? Or, were they just bored and needing something to "do?" Ewww. Must. Get. Out. Of. Pool. Now.
After the pool and cow "incident," we headed to the 4th of July parade, which is held on Main Street. It took 4 minutes for the parade to go West on Main, then turn around and head back East on Main. Hard candy such as peppermints and double bubble were pitched out of John Deere's, golf carts with old ladies, the volunteer fire department trucks, and kids with bikes.
Back to the wine. I mean house.
The fireworks that my mother-in-law purchased and displayed were out of control. Sitting back on my wooden folding chair in the driveway of her house, "Large and in charge" Ron, "I was in the Iran Army" Gaby, and "I want to show the Johnson's down the road how awesome our fireworks are this year" Carol, spent many a minute lighting what I like to call the "Kuntry Klub Fireworks Show." It really was great! No one got hurt (other than Ron having to trot back and forth in his PJ pants to light the next round of poppers- boy was he out of breath!), and the display was just perfect!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Let the record show, I have been warned....
This weekend, we are visiting my in-laws out in the country. For those of you less fortunate to head East, here is a small snapshot of what one might see on the way out to the big city of Enloe:
1- Truck Stops
2- Wal-Marts
3- Acres and acres of field-age
4- Some cows and horses
5- More Truck Stops
6- Dairy Queen
The warning I am speaking of is from my husband. He just IM'ed me and said (and I quote), "I want you to start preparing yourself mentally now for shooting my rifle, and my new pistol." To which I replied, "Ok. I will need some eye wear and ear gear- heavy duty on both...and possibly a chest protector (and a bean bag chair for when I fall back from the kick of the rifle)."
Now, I am not so much a girlie girl, but for some reason, shooting this rifle he speaks of makes me uber-nervous. When I see his rifle, all I can think about is the line in the movie Back to the Future, where Doc and Marty are standing in the parking lot of a mall and 'the LIBYAN's!' come flying through the lot with their guns in a mini van. (Tell me you don't know what I am talking about and you'll get a YouTube video personally emailed to you for your viewing pleasure).
So, I guess in addition to mentally preparing for work every morning this week, I am now prepping for a shoot off in East Texas.
1- Truck Stops
2- Wal-Marts
3- Acres and acres of field-age
4- Some cows and horses
5- More Truck Stops
6- Dairy Queen
The warning I am speaking of is from my husband. He just IM'ed me and said (and I quote), "I want you to start preparing yourself mentally now for shooting my rifle, and my new pistol." To which I replied, "Ok. I will need some eye wear and ear gear- heavy duty on both...and possibly a chest protector (and a bean bag chair for when I fall back from the kick of the rifle)."
Now, I am not so much a girlie girl, but for some reason, shooting this rifle he speaks of makes me uber-nervous. When I see his rifle, all I can think about is the line in the movie Back to the Future, where Doc and Marty are standing in the parking lot of a mall and 'the LIBYAN's!' come flying through the lot with their guns in a mini van. (Tell me you don't know what I am talking about and you'll get a YouTube video personally emailed to you for your viewing pleasure).
So, I guess in addition to mentally preparing for work every morning this week, I am now prepping for a shoot off in East Texas.
Friday, June 27, 2008
I got $50 bucks
Last night we had a double header softball game. My mom was able to attend this game (along with Aunt Laurie and Abe.) I had a few good at bats, but really never had a spectacular hit. So, my mom, carefully approaches me in the dugout and bribes me with $50. She said, "I'll give you $50 if you get a hit and get to 1st base without being tagged out." Right on.
I hit. I got on base. My mom owes me $50 bucks. (Actually, I has requested that she put it on my tab.)
I hit. I got on base. My mom owes me $50 bucks. (Actually, I has requested that she put it on my tab.)
Monday, June 23, 2008
Trying a new look...
I need some comments on the new look of my blog. Likes/dislikes? Comments. For the love.
Not sure how I am feeling about this, as we all know how I feel about "change."
In other news, I am anxiously awaiting my departure from work this evening for 2 reasons:
1. My mom is making us dinner. YUM!
2. The Bachelorette "hometown" date show is tonight.
Ok, send the comments in about the new look. There are plenty more creative templates I can choose from if this one doesn't suit your fancy.
Not sure how I am feeling about this, as we all know how I feel about "change."
In other news, I am anxiously awaiting my departure from work this evening for 2 reasons:
1. My mom is making us dinner. YUM!
2. The Bachelorette "hometown" date show is tonight.
Ok, send the comments in about the new look. There are plenty more creative templates I can choose from if this one doesn't suit your fancy.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Pretzels from the Mall
It's been a while since I've actually "blogged." I had a "fan" tell me today that he was disappointed when he opened my blog and there wasn't a post. So, "fan", today is your lucky day. Today, I blog.
The past few weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind. My car has been to the shop twice (once because of a hit and run and the second time because the air pressure in my tires had over 50 lbs of pressure MORE than they needed...), I drove a mini van for 5 days, our pool pump went out, our A/C went out, I got some sort of bug and was laid out for 2.5 days, my brother and his gf have been in town for a week, my parents have been here as well, we got new patio furniture, and on top of that- I am working full time and trying to grow/start my business. (Whew!)
All of that to say, I've been busy. Now onto to the good stuff.
Have you ever had a pretzel from the mall? If not, I seriously recommend you visit Auntie Anne's at Northpark. It was the last divine piece of food I ate before coming down with the heinous stomach bug. You may be thinking- a pretzel? Yes. A freaking pretzel. It was delish. I am usually a fan of a dipping mustard, but this go round, I was walking, so dipping and holding onto my strawberry slushie in addition to my shopping bag (and fabulous new patent "leather" purse) was just going to be impossible. Even without the mustard, this pretzel was just perfect. It wasn't hard or flakey. It was soft, warm, and devoured in about 10 minuets. (would have been sooner if it hadn't been for the walking)
Go to Auntie Anne's and order an "OGP" (the cashier told me that was the name for the "original pretzel") and if you need a slushie- get the strawberry. This is a fab combo.
http://auntieannes.com
The past few weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind. My car has been to the shop twice (once because of a hit and run and the second time because the air pressure in my tires had over 50 lbs of pressure MORE than they needed...), I drove a mini van for 5 days, our pool pump went out, our A/C went out, I got some sort of bug and was laid out for 2.5 days, my brother and his gf have been in town for a week, my parents have been here as well, we got new patio furniture, and on top of that- I am working full time and trying to grow/start my business. (Whew!)
All of that to say, I've been busy. Now onto to the good stuff.
Have you ever had a pretzel from the mall? If not, I seriously recommend you visit Auntie Anne's at Northpark. It was the last divine piece of food I ate before coming down with the heinous stomach bug. You may be thinking- a pretzel? Yes. A freaking pretzel. It was delish. I am usually a fan of a dipping mustard, but this go round, I was walking, so dipping and holding onto my strawberry slushie in addition to my shopping bag (and fabulous new patent "leather" purse) was just going to be impossible. Even without the mustard, this pretzel was just perfect. It wasn't hard or flakey. It was soft, warm, and devoured in about 10 minuets. (would have been sooner if it hadn't been for the walking)
Go to Auntie Anne's and order an "OGP" (the cashier told me that was the name for the "original pretzel") and if you need a slushie- get the strawberry. This is a fab combo.
http://auntieannes.com
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Starting my own thing
I am starting my own business...Check out my prelim website and get me some hits!
www.betweenthesheetsco.com
www.betweenthesheetsco.com
Thursday, May 29, 2008
How many kids could YOU take out in a fight?
http://www.howmanyfiveyearoldscouldyoutakeinafight.com/
Monday, May 26, 2008
Can't Sleep?
Me either. It's almost midnight and this is the second night in a row I've had insomnia. It's the pits. I literally tossed and turned like Shamu last night, and tonight I didn't want to keep Abe up, so here I sit. Blogging.
So, what I am going to do (in hopes that it makes me so tired I fall asleep on the couch) is recap a portion of my Memorial Day weekend- in which we spent in Midland, TX.
Weekend started out with a short road trip to Hobbs, NM where I lost $52 in slots at the casino. Then we ventured to Odessa the next day to "shop" and had dinner at "The Bar." (If you are ever in Midland, go to The Bar...it's great. http://www.thebarmidland.com ) On Saturday, we got some sun, cooked out, and then went to the RANCH RODEO in Andrews, Texas. Here's where the recap begins.
Ranch Rodeo- Andrews, Texas
If you've ever been to a Ranch Rodeo, then you know exactly what I am talking about. If you've been to a Rodeo, you have a slight understanding. If you've never seen a horse, a real cowboy (no, Brokeback Mountain doesn't count), or a calf (baby cow), you will need to YouTube/Google, Ranch Rodeo and watch what happens.
A Ranch Rodeo is a series of events performed in teams of cowboys. Events can include:
Buck Riding
Trailer Load
Mugging
And something that I've forgotten the name of, but it involves a large (very large) size of granny panties.
Here's the deal. $5 bucks gets you in the door to Andrews' great facility, cute cowboys, and yummy soft serve ice cream. PETA would have a field day had they been there, however I am told that no animals were injured. Honestly.
These cowboys rope the calves, take them to the ground and hog tie them- this is the 'mugging' portion of the event. Trailer loading involves 3 cowboys; they must rope a calf, get it into a large trailer and then put their 3 horses in the trailer. Wait- this isn't over yet. They have to then run to the pick up truck, attached to the trailer, get in, and some honked the horn to signify their completion.
The final event- involving before mentioned granny panties is a hoot. The cowboys must rope a calf, wrestle it into submission and fit the granny p's over the calf's tush. This, like the other events, is timed. It was astonishing to see these cowboys rope calves, buck broncs, and shove these animals into the trailer. It seriously took each team about 2-3 minutes to handle these obstacles. (Except for the bronc riding which only took 8 seconds.)
Funny that it only took them about 38 seconds to get the panties onto the calf. How did they do it so quickly? Is this something they "practice" on the ranch? Are they just experienced in that kind of maneuvering? Are they pros with the granny panties?
Needless to say, we had a great time visiting. Next visit I hope to see the Ranch Rodeo reversed- maybe the cows can put udders on the cowboys bottoms, rope them, and better yet- herd them into a trailer, all for the small price of $5.
Yee Haw.
So, what I am going to do (in hopes that it makes me so tired I fall asleep on the couch) is recap a portion of my Memorial Day weekend- in which we spent in Midland, TX.
Weekend started out with a short road trip to Hobbs, NM where I lost $52 in slots at the casino. Then we ventured to Odessa the next day to "shop" and had dinner at "The Bar." (If you are ever in Midland, go to The Bar...it's great. http://www.thebarmidland.com ) On Saturday, we got some sun, cooked out, and then went to the RANCH RODEO in Andrews, Texas. Here's where the recap begins.
Ranch Rodeo- Andrews, Texas
If you've ever been to a Ranch Rodeo, then you know exactly what I am talking about. If you've been to a Rodeo, you have a slight understanding. If you've never seen a horse, a real cowboy (no, Brokeback Mountain doesn't count), or a calf (baby cow), you will need to YouTube/Google, Ranch Rodeo and watch what happens.
A Ranch Rodeo is a series of events performed in teams of cowboys. Events can include:
Buck Riding
Trailer Load
Mugging
And something that I've forgotten the name of, but it involves a large (very large) size of granny panties.
Here's the deal. $5 bucks gets you in the door to Andrews' great facility, cute cowboys, and yummy soft serve ice cream. PETA would have a field day had they been there, however I am told that no animals were injured. Honestly.
These cowboys rope the calves, take them to the ground and hog tie them- this is the 'mugging' portion of the event. Trailer loading involves 3 cowboys; they must rope a calf, get it into a large trailer and then put their 3 horses in the trailer. Wait- this isn't over yet. They have to then run to the pick up truck, attached to the trailer, get in, and some honked the horn to signify their completion.
The final event- involving before mentioned granny panties is a hoot. The cowboys must rope a calf, wrestle it into submission and fit the granny p's over the calf's tush. This, like the other events, is timed. It was astonishing to see these cowboys rope calves, buck broncs, and shove these animals into the trailer. It seriously took each team about 2-3 minutes to handle these obstacles. (Except for the bronc riding which only took 8 seconds.)
Funny that it only took them about 38 seconds to get the panties onto the calf. How did they do it so quickly? Is this something they "practice" on the ranch? Are they just experienced in that kind of maneuvering? Are they pros with the granny panties?
Needless to say, we had a great time visiting. Next visit I hope to see the Ranch Rodeo reversed- maybe the cows can put udders on the cowboys bottoms, rope them, and better yet- herd them into a trailer, all for the small price of $5.
Yee Haw.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Adrian the Deam Weaver
I am challenging all 3 people who might read my blog to find a better looking van, wrapped in artwork to advertise a business. Today, Abe and I saw this van in the parking lot at Home Depot. Not sure why this van would be parked there, but whatev. Adrian the Dream Weaver looks oddly similar to Fabio, but is no model. He provides women all over the DFW area with fabulously done hair extensions. I had to check out his website because his van so amazing...here's what I found:
www.hairextension.com
If you don't believe me on the van- look below. I made sure to snap a shot (using my trusty iPhone) thanks to Abe. I mean seriously, my 3 friends who read my blog, what in the name of all that is good was Adrian thinking? And, I would like to know if his hair is real, or if he gave himself extensions.
www.hairextension.com
If you don't believe me on the van- look below. I made sure to snap a shot (using my trusty iPhone) thanks to Abe. I mean seriously, my 3 friends who read my blog, what in the name of all that is good was Adrian thinking? And, I would like to know if his hair is real, or if he gave himself extensions.
Huey Lewis and the...what the heck?
So, I am driving home from work yesterday, listening to a great song by Huey Lewis and the News...when all of the sudden, I realize that I am listening to the "oldies" station. Don't get me wrong, I like a little 50's/60's music- it's upbeat, it's not talking about gangsters, drugs, or women as if we are objects. It's just good old fashioned music. But what in the heck? Huey Lewis isn't considered "old school" in my book. He is an icon from the 70's, 80's and even today. (I was informed last night by our friends over fajitas that Huey Lewis just put out another album- who knew?) Who doesn't like a little "A heart of Rock 'n Roll", or "Hip to be Square"? But who wants to be reminded of their childhood via the "oldies" station? I was born in the late 70's and want to hear me some Aretha Franklin, The Temptations, or even Cat Stevens.
Show me some love oldies station- stop playing songs from my childhood! I would like to continue to feel hip.
Show me some love oldies station- stop playing songs from my childhood! I would like to continue to feel hip.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Toodles
I have this friend from work, a fabulously funny friend- a friend who makes fun of certain words I say. I often say, "toodles" when leaving, or telling someone goodbye. My friend does not think this is funny, cute, cool, proper, all of the above. She, in fact makes a LOT of fun of that word and the fact that I say it. She thinks I am a granny. (Here we go again with the granny bit.) I have tried several times (cold turkey) to stop saying 'toodles,' but it doesn't seem to really work. It's already wired in my brain. When I accidentally say it in front of her, I quickly act like I am joking and only saying it to annoy her. I am welcoming new expressions of 'goodbye' if you know one...
Toodles!
Toodles!
Monday, May 5, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
Coinky Dink? I think not....
(Just writing that subject line made me laugh. Anyway.)
Tonight, randomly, Abe and I were watching old Michael Jackson videos and we made a shocking discovery. MJ in his younger, pre-plastic surgery (a.k.a. 'how much money can I pay to have my face screwed up') days and the dude who sings "Chocolate Rain" (otherwise known as Tay Zonday) on YouTube looking coincidentally a lot alike. Check it out:
Thoughts? Talk amongst yourselves.
Tonight, randomly, Abe and I were watching old Michael Jackson videos and we made a shocking discovery. MJ in his younger, pre-plastic surgery (a.k.a. 'how much money can I pay to have my face screwed up') days and the dude who sings "Chocolate Rain" (otherwise known as Tay Zonday) on YouTube looking coincidentally a lot alike. Check it out:
Thoughts? Talk amongst yourselves.
The crack heard around the world...or just Dallas...
I played in a double header softball game last night. It was fun. We lost both games, but we still had fun...until I got a ball thrown almost as fast as a line drive at my right shin. It seriously was the loudest sounding crack- people in the outfield, the stands, even the Ump asked me if I was ok. (The Ump yelled something like, "That's what your glove is for!" Nice.) I was fine until the numbness wore off and it felt like there was a knife sticking out of my leg. Fun times.
In other news, my "crazy" aunt came to the first game. This is the aunt who knows all the words to "Shorty Swing My Way" and "Low." She is a hoot. Drives a bright yellow Mini Cooper. I am happy to have a fan of our team, crazy or not.
In other news, my "crazy" aunt came to the first game. This is the aunt who knows all the words to "Shorty Swing My Way" and "Low." She is a hoot. Drives a bright yellow Mini Cooper. I am happy to have a fan of our team, crazy or not.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
I love me some Hot Pockets
This is too funny. When I eat my Lean Pocket, I always sing their little jingle in my head. This guy is a hoot.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Mama, what are THOSE?!
I recall a cloudy day, back in the 80's...My mom, brother and I were at Target. I was in roughly the 3rd grade. My little brother is perched in the big red basket and my mom, permed hair and all, was walking us down the "woman" aisle. She proceeds to chunk a big blue box of "product" into the cart. At this point in my young life, I am becoming curious about everything. The big blue box is driving me crazy. What in the world is that? And, more importantly, why do I not get one? I am a girl after all. I want to be pretty, too! Here is the conversation as I remember it all those years ago...
Me: Mama, what is in that blue box?
Mom: Oh nothing. Don't worry about it.
Me: Why? I want to know. What is that?
Mom: I'll tell you when we get home.
Me (voice is getting a little loud): But I want to know now. What are those?
Mom: Erin, I'll tell you when we get home.
(My brother is getting anxious at this point and maybe a little curious as well, his head is flipping back and forth between me and my mom- like he's watching a ping pong match...)
Me: MAMA!!!! I WANT TO KNOW! TELL ME - WHAT ARE THOSE???!!!
(At this juncture, I am getting irritated, my mom is totally embarrassed about my tirade in Target, and my brother is clueless now. He's off in He-Man land, or maybe he is naming his next Cabbage Patch Kid.)
Kicking and screaming as we head for the car, my mom must have been praying to the Lord above that my dad would be home when we got there to intercept me so she could forgo the "birds and bees" talk with me.
Needless to say, I never did find out what was in that big blue box while at Target. When we got home, my mom came into my room with a big, but thin, hardback book. I can't really remember what the name of it was, but I do remember the illustrations inside. A man. A woman. A baby. In one illustration there was a woman and it shows her insides, another illustration shows a man and his "parts." This is the day I discovered what my parents did to get both me and my little brother into this world. I was told that they were in love and that's what people do when they are married and in love. (I didn't want to have this conversation with my mom anymore. Whatever was in that blue box could stay there. YUCK.)
After my mom did some explaining (in very technical terms), she quietly walked out of my room and left me to simmer- in shock. How did I not know about this act? Why would God make me do THAT with a boy to have a baby? And lastly, I realized that babies didn't come from eating Snicker bars with peanuts, they came from BOYS! WHAT in the heck?!
Embarrassed to say anything to my friends (or anyone for that matter) about my discovery, I kept quiet for years! I didn't say a word until I was in the 5th grade and I got to watch the movie that Annie hosted about girls and "the change." Most of the girls in my class giggled and some cried. This is a shocking time in a young girls life. I did not giggle and I sure did not cry. I just sat on the floor in front of the TV, like the 'know-it-all' I was (and am, thanks to my dad) and thought to myself how proud I was to be a girl. And how lucky I was to have such a cool mom to explain to me this process so that I wasn't in shock like the other girls.
Enter 1996 and the 11th grade when I witnessed the "folding of clothes."What a surprising and yet disturbing day that was. (Maybe more disturbing than the day at Target.) That's the stuff your mom won't warn you about when she tells you about the birds and the bees. "Folding clothes" apparently happens even after you have kids and don't want any more.
Right, mom?
(This post is dedicated to Christa and her awesome kid Hannah who is discovering what the big blue box is...)
Me: Mama, what is in that blue box?
Mom: Oh nothing. Don't worry about it.
Me: Why? I want to know. What is that?
Mom: I'll tell you when we get home.
Me (voice is getting a little loud): But I want to know now. What are those?
Mom: Erin, I'll tell you when we get home.
(My brother is getting anxious at this point and maybe a little curious as well, his head is flipping back and forth between me and my mom- like he's watching a ping pong match...)
Me: MAMA!!!! I WANT TO KNOW! TELL ME - WHAT ARE THOSE???!!!
(At this juncture, I am getting irritated, my mom is totally embarrassed about my tirade in Target, and my brother is clueless now. He's off in He-Man land, or maybe he is naming his next Cabbage Patch Kid.)
Kicking and screaming as we head for the car, my mom must have been praying to the Lord above that my dad would be home when we got there to intercept me so she could forgo the "birds and bees" talk with me.
Needless to say, I never did find out what was in that big blue box while at Target. When we got home, my mom came into my room with a big, but thin, hardback book. I can't really remember what the name of it was, but I do remember the illustrations inside. A man. A woman. A baby. In one illustration there was a woman and it shows her insides, another illustration shows a man and his "parts." This is the day I discovered what my parents did to get both me and my little brother into this world. I was told that they were in love and that's what people do when they are married and in love. (I didn't want to have this conversation with my mom anymore. Whatever was in that blue box could stay there. YUCK.)
After my mom did some explaining (in very technical terms), she quietly walked out of my room and left me to simmer- in shock. How did I not know about this act? Why would God make me do THAT with a boy to have a baby? And lastly, I realized that babies didn't come from eating Snicker bars with peanuts, they came from BOYS! WHAT in the heck?!
Embarrassed to say anything to my friends (or anyone for that matter) about my discovery, I kept quiet for years! I didn't say a word until I was in the 5th grade and I got to watch the movie that Annie hosted about girls and "the change." Most of the girls in my class giggled and some cried. This is a shocking time in a young girls life. I did not giggle and I sure did not cry. I just sat on the floor in front of the TV, like the 'know-it-all' I was (and am, thanks to my dad) and thought to myself how proud I was to be a girl. And how lucky I was to have such a cool mom to explain to me this process so that I wasn't in shock like the other girls.
Enter 1996 and the 11th grade when I witnessed the "folding of clothes."What a surprising and yet disturbing day that was. (Maybe more disturbing than the day at Target.) That's the stuff your mom won't warn you about when she tells you about the birds and the bees. "Folding clothes" apparently happens even after you have kids and don't want any more.
Right, mom?
(This post is dedicated to Christa and her awesome kid Hannah who is discovering what the big blue box is...)
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Going Green
This weekend, Abe was out of town, so I had a lot of time on my hands to do stuff around the house. I cleaned, organized- you know, the "fun" stuff. While cleaning, I realized that I had no where to recycle our empty wine and water bottles. The "big" thing now is going green. This means recycling, using those energy saving bulbs, spending less, driving less, buying local products, producing less "waste," and much more. My parents have been recycling for years (kudos to them for jumping on this bandwagon early on!) and it has just now hit me that I need and want to get involved in this movement, not just to make me feel good, but to save the earth for my unborn children.
Here are just a FEW ways I am starting out:
• Purchased a plastic trash bin to hold our recyclables.
• Taking old canvas bags to the grocery store to cut down on the amount of plastic bags we use. (If I happen to forget them, I ask for paper)
• Re-using the Ziplocks I use for my lunch by washing them and reusing them a couple of times.
• Eating out less (which in turn saves on gas and money)
• Watching the amount of electricity we are wasting (by leaving lights on, the A/C running cold while not home, etc.)
• Limiting my water use in the shower, brushing my teeth, and washing my face.
Try some of these for a week...Mother Earth thanks you!
http://www.ourearth.org/
Here are just a FEW ways I am starting out:
• Purchased a plastic trash bin to hold our recyclables.
• Taking old canvas bags to the grocery store to cut down on the amount of plastic bags we use. (If I happen to forget them, I ask for paper)
• Re-using the Ziplocks I use for my lunch by washing them and reusing them a couple of times.
• Eating out less (which in turn saves on gas and money)
• Watching the amount of electricity we are wasting (by leaving lights on, the A/C running cold while not home, etc.)
• Limiting my water use in the shower, brushing my teeth, and washing my face.
Try some of these for a week...Mother Earth thanks you!
http://www.ourearth.org/
Friday, April 25, 2008
Birds
I don't really think people quite understand that I am in fact truly, scared of birds. Please let this photo demonstrate that fear...on my honeymoon in Puerta Vallarta, Abe and I are standing in this beautiful plaza taking pictures when all of the sudden a massive swarm (I know, Dad, it's a flock) of birds comes right at me. They surrounded me and are trying (at least it felt like they were trying) to eat the concrete from under my flip flops. Needless to say, I had to take cover...
(Click on the picture to get a larger view.) No birds were harmed in the taking of this picture (or the amount of shrieking done by me), however, the laughing Latino in the background did hurt my feelings. He should have been helping me get away from those crazy Puerta Vallarta birds! Never again folks. Never again.
Worlds Cutest Weiner Dog
I promise I did not stage this photo-
my dog is just this cute! He's like the
"princess and the pea," except he's
not a princess, but a little prince.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Loud music in the office
As I have previously stated, I work at an advertising agency. Here, the only people who get offices with doors are the "higher ups" and they would include the CEO, President, and any "director." Obviously, my "manager" status does not qualify me to have an office with a door, hence I sit in a cube with the rest of my team. Normally, I do not care about the offices with the doors. Today, I care. A lot. Today, I need a door.
A woman I work with is listening to an abundance of music. I think her iTunes must be on 'shuffle' because this morning, I've already heard (loudly) some sort of disco song with lots of tambourining, Babs and her song "Somewhere" (or something like that), George Strait...I think, The Beach Boys' California Girl (she started singing along to this one, not in the right pitch), and now some song about "save a horse, ride a cowboy."
I obviously drew the 'suck' card this morning when I woke up. If I'd known this morning what I know now, the iPod would have made it to work. I need some headphones...for the love.
A woman I work with is listening to an abundance of music. I think her iTunes must be on 'shuffle' because this morning, I've already heard (loudly) some sort of disco song with lots of tambourining, Babs and her song "Somewhere" (or something like that), George Strait...I think, The Beach Boys' California Girl (she started singing along to this one, not in the right pitch), and now some song about "save a horse, ride a cowboy."
I obviously drew the 'suck' card this morning when I woke up. If I'd known this morning what I know now, the iPod would have made it to work. I need some headphones...for the love.
(Barbara Streisand in 1995, courtesy of Wikipedia)
Monday, April 21, 2008
Living in America? Speak English, not Engrish, please.
(Disclaimer: This post is not intended to offend anyone who was not born in America, nor anyone who doesn't speak English. It is merely an opinion of mine and I wanted to share it today. Please keep in mind that I work for a Hispanic advertising agency and I am the MINORITY (both in race and in language). I am not racist and still believe we are all God's children.)
Normally, I would not be writing about something like this, for many reasons. But today I am really mad. I have been waiting for a chair to be upholstered (for my mom). I called earlier this week and talked to some chick on the phone who assured me that my shams and my mom's chair would be ready by 4/18.
Yesterday, 4/20, I went to pick up the goods. The shams- ready. The chair- not ready. So, the guy/owner of the store (not a native of America and VERY poor at speaking the English) told me that they would deliver the chair free of charge.
Today, 4/21, I get a call from another chick at the store telling me that the chair leg took longer than they thought to fix and that she 'assumed' I knew that, so 'sorry for the confusion.' I am guessing her parents didn't tell her what happened to little girls when they 'assumed.' (Hint: It's makes an ASS out of U and ME.)
She tells me that the chair will be ready tomorrow, but to call before I come pick it up because she wants to make sure it's at the store. Huh?! I proceed to tell her that he owner of the store told me he would deliver the chair, yadda yadda yadda. However, she's telling me that the chair cannot be delivered because the owner didn't know the "whole story". The "whole story" is that the leg broke off, she called me about it, assumed I would know it would take longer, I called to confirm everything would be ready by Wednesday, go to pick it up on Sunday, not ready, get free delivery because the chair is not there, and now am getting the run around.
This owner (who drives a freaking 7 series BMW- new) is trying to hi-jack me for a delivery fee of $30. (Plus the $120 for the leg- which was previously fixed by a dude in Midland.) Seriously? You own a fabric warehouse. You drive a nice arse car. You employ amigos, most of whom do not have a Social Security number (or vote) and you probably only pay them minimum wage. You don't speak Engrish very well, and are obviously not of the mind set that the CUSTOMER is ALWAYS right. This type of person drives me crazy.
Can I get an AMEN?
Normally, I would not be writing about something like this, for many reasons. But today I am really mad. I have been waiting for a chair to be upholstered (for my mom). I called earlier this week and talked to some chick on the phone who assured me that my shams and my mom's chair would be ready by 4/18.
Yesterday, 4/20, I went to pick up the goods. The shams- ready. The chair- not ready. So, the guy/owner of the store (not a native of America and VERY poor at speaking the English) told me that they would deliver the chair free of charge.
Today, 4/21, I get a call from another chick at the store telling me that the chair leg took longer than they thought to fix and that she 'assumed' I knew that, so 'sorry for the confusion.' I am guessing her parents didn't tell her what happened to little girls when they 'assumed.' (Hint: It's makes an ASS out of U and ME.)
She tells me that the chair will be ready tomorrow, but to call before I come pick it up because she wants to make sure it's at the store. Huh?! I proceed to tell her that he owner of the store told me he would deliver the chair, yadda yadda yadda. However, she's telling me that the chair cannot be delivered because the owner didn't know the "whole story". The "whole story" is that the leg broke off, she called me about it, assumed I would know it would take longer, I called to confirm everything would be ready by Wednesday, go to pick it up on Sunday, not ready, get free delivery because the chair is not there, and now am getting the run around.
This owner (who drives a freaking 7 series BMW- new) is trying to hi-jack me for a delivery fee of $30. (Plus the $120 for the leg- which was previously fixed by a dude in Midland.) Seriously? You own a fabric warehouse. You drive a nice arse car. You employ amigos, most of whom do not have a Social Security number (or vote) and you probably only pay them minimum wage. You don't speak Engrish very well, and are obviously not of the mind set that the CUSTOMER is ALWAYS right. This type of person drives me crazy.
Can I get an AMEN?
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Ten movies you MUST see (well, in my opinion)
1. Big- Tom Hanks "grows" up via a Voltar machine.
2. Pretty Woman- Julia Roberts hooks in Hollywood and falls in love with Richard Gere.
3. Breakfast at Tiffany's- "Audrey Hepburn plays that daring, darling Holly Golightly to a new high in entertainment delight!"
4. Knocked Up- Katherine Heigl gets preggo by pot smoking, unemployed Seth Rogen.
5. You've Got Mail- Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan meet online, hate each other, then end up falling in love.
6. The Breakfast Club- Kids in Saturday detention get cozy with Principal Vernon.
7. Annie- We learn that the sun will come out, tomorrow.
8. A Christmas Story- Really? Do I have to say it? Ok. "You'll shoot your eye out!"
9. Someone Like You- Ashley Judd, Greg Kinnear, and Hugh Jackman- a bizarre love triangle.
10. 40 Year Old Virgin- Steve Carrell, well, you know...FINALLY!
2. Pretty Woman- Julia Roberts hooks in Hollywood and falls in love with Richard Gere.
3. Breakfast at Tiffany's- "Audrey Hepburn plays that daring, darling Holly Golightly to a new high in entertainment delight!"
4. Knocked Up- Katherine Heigl gets preggo by pot smoking, unemployed Seth Rogen.
5. You've Got Mail- Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan meet online, hate each other, then end up falling in love.
6. The Breakfast Club- Kids in Saturday detention get cozy with Principal Vernon.
7. Annie- We learn that the sun will come out, tomorrow.
8. A Christmas Story- Really? Do I have to say it? Ok. "You'll shoot your eye out!"
9. Someone Like You- Ashley Judd, Greg Kinnear, and Hugh Jackman- a bizarre love triangle.
10. 40 Year Old Virgin- Steve Carrell, well, you know...FINALLY!
Friday, April 18, 2008
The softball verdict
My team ended up playing last night- what a game. One of the highest scoring games I've ever played in. (I play 2nd base!) Score was 5-25. We lost. We only played 3 innings and in the 2nd inning, the other team scored 20 runs. I seriously thought that there was a run rule limit...No?
Our team name has unofficially changed to "The Bad News Bears."
Next week- a double header. I guess Rome wasn't built in a day. (Per Walter Matthau and of course, my Dad.)
Our team name has unofficially changed to "The Bad News Bears."
Next week- a double header. I guess Rome wasn't built in a day. (Per Walter Matthau and of course, my Dad.)
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Softball...
Tonight I am supposed to have a co-ed softball game...at 645p...in the ghetto. The weather forecast is not looking good and I think I know why.
You see, when I woke up this morning, I was excited to play ball tonight. By the time I got to work, I was unmotivated and a little scared (mainly because I haven't thrown a softball in over a year nor have I batted).
At approximately 10a this morning, I began what I like to call, "the white girl rain dance." It looked something like this:
(Many props to my youngest sister-in-law for providing this footage.)
I am sitting at my desk, literally checking the window every 4 seconds or so, hoping for a drop. A small drop. Anything. So far, there is nothing but a dark cloud. I guess I'll have to continue the rain dance or end up changing into my uniform and playing.
You see, when I woke up this morning, I was excited to play ball tonight. By the time I got to work, I was unmotivated and a little scared (mainly because I haven't thrown a softball in over a year nor have I batted).
At approximately 10a this morning, I began what I like to call, "the white girl rain dance." It looked something like this:
(Many props to my youngest sister-in-law for providing this footage.)
I am sitting at my desk, literally checking the window every 4 seconds or so, hoping for a drop. A small drop. Anything. So far, there is nothing but a dark cloud. I guess I'll have to continue the rain dance or end up changing into my uniform and playing.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
The Last Lecture: Randy Pausch and Diane Sawyer
Don't miss this incredible event tomorrow. It will change the way you look at your own life.
I can guarantee you will fine peace within yourself, make life changes for yourself, and you will love like you've never loved before.
If you can't watch the show, at least read the brief article and watch his videos on YouTube. Trust me, you will be inspired.
http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/LastLecture
http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/story?id=3633945&page=1
I can guarantee you will fine peace within yourself, make life changes for yourself, and you will love like you've never loved before.
If you can't watch the show, at least read the brief article and watch his videos on YouTube. Trust me, you will be inspired.
http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/LastLecture
http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/story?id=3633945&page=1
Monday, April 7, 2008
A case of the "Moooonday's?" I think not....
Typically, on Monday's, I am a little quiet. It takes me a little bit to get going at work and to move on from the weekend. But today- there are a few events that are allowing me to get through today- smiling and actually liking this Monday. Those events are:
1. The Bachelor: London Calling is on! (8pm CST)
2. The Hills is an HOUR long episode tonight! (9pm CST)
and last but not least....
3. All of my laundry, except for the whites, is folded- so I don't have much housework to do when I get home...just dinner and maybe arranging the pillows on the couch.
On another note, I got an email from a friend today and in that email was a story of a man who lived his life by "choosing" to be positive. It was a touching story and it really made me think- each day I wake up, I have a choice. I can either choose to be in a good mood or I can choose to be in a bad mood. The Bible verse in the email has stuck with me today:
"Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:24
You have a choice- wake up and be happy, or wake up and be blue. I am going to try to make the "happy" choice in the mornings. Remember Randy Pausch? He is waking up happy to be alive. Happy to spend one more day with his wife and kids. One more day that he gets to see the world evolve. One more day to be an inspiration to strangers in our universe.
Bobby McFarin said it best in his 1980's hit, "Don't worry, be happy."
1. The Bachelor: London Calling is on! (8pm CST)
2. The Hills is an HOUR long episode tonight! (9pm CST)
and last but not least....
3. All of my laundry, except for the whites, is folded- so I don't have much housework to do when I get home...just dinner and maybe arranging the pillows on the couch.
On another note, I got an email from a friend today and in that email was a story of a man who lived his life by "choosing" to be positive. It was a touching story and it really made me think- each day I wake up, I have a choice. I can either choose to be in a good mood or I can choose to be in a bad mood. The Bible verse in the email has stuck with me today:
"Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:24
You have a choice- wake up and be happy, or wake up and be blue. I am going to try to make the "happy" choice in the mornings. Remember Randy Pausch? He is waking up happy to be alive. Happy to spend one more day with his wife and kids. One more day that he gets to see the world evolve. One more day to be an inspiration to strangers in our universe.
Bobby McFarin said it best in his 1980's hit, "Don't worry, be happy."
Friday, April 4, 2008
Gum for Sale!....Any takers?
There is this cute chick that works with me and she always has the greatest stories about her 2 sons. (I've met her youngest son and he is adorable...love him!) Anyway, she comes to work yesterday and starts telling us this story about her oldest son, the future millionaire.
Yesterday, he took 1 package of gum with him to school. Now, this package of gum cost $1. He sold each stick of gum to his friends and made $2.40 in one day (a profit of $1.40)! When he was telling his mom about his business venture, he just chuckled and said, "Man Mom- kids will pay anything for a piece of gum!" (This kid is genius!)
Just think, if he did that every week for a year- he'd have close to $80! Not too shabby for selling gum!
I think there might be a Donald Trump Jr. among us.
Yesterday, he took 1 package of gum with him to school. Now, this package of gum cost $1. He sold each stick of gum to his friends and made $2.40 in one day (a profit of $1.40)! When he was telling his mom about his business venture, he just chuckled and said, "Man Mom- kids will pay anything for a piece of gum!" (This kid is genius!)
Just think, if he did that every week for a year- he'd have close to $80! Not too shabby for selling gum!
I think there might be a Donald Trump Jr. among us.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Tooting Shoes
This week, my mom was in town and one day I took off work to hang out with her. We ran around shopping, getting mani's and pedi's, lunching, etc. One of our stops throughout the day was DSW (the shoe store). We made out like bandits! They had lots of cute zappatos and I got a few pairs of flip flops- ON SALE! (In addition to my cute new M.U.D.D shoes that I am dying to wear!) Anyway, my mom bought these fabulous sandals (that I so desperately wanted, but they did not have my size skiis...) that were brownish with a cool metal button on top. (They really are cute!) We get home and she is trying on her shoes and walks into the den and says, "Should I wear these? They make a funny noise." I listen carefully while she walks around, and low and behold, the shoes are tooting. The cute sandals are tooting! I am so sad for my mom because today, I must go return them for her.
You just can't have shoes that make that kind of noise- it would be impolite.
You just can't have shoes that make that kind of noise- it would be impolite.
Monday, March 24, 2008
The Ducks vs The Weiner
For the past few days, we've noticed these ducks chillin' in our pool. It's crazy I know, but they are always the SAME ducks. A mallard and a brown one. (What's that saying about birds and flocking together?) Anyway....today I got home from work and let Red (The Weiner) outside. He makes a mad dash for the pool where the ducks are maxin' and relaxin' and starts creeping around. They swim to one end of the pool, he runs over to that end. They swim back, he runs to them. It's a funny, yet SLOW game of cat and mouse (or dog and duck). He finally realizes that there are some feathers floating in the pool- now here's a game folks. In this movie, you'll see Red stretching as far as his little weiner body will let him stretch to smell the feather. I told my grandmother and mom about the ducks and they both mentioned the Red Ryder BB gun I got when I was a little kid. (Think "A Christmas Story", "You'll shoot your eye out!" Although with my husband and his gargantuan knowledge of gun safety, I think shooting an eye out might take more effort than one would think.) Moving on- once the feather chasing game was over, Red decided to go roll around in the grass where the ducks stand and dry off once out of the pool. Rolling around in the grass where ducks have stood (and peed) = bath for Red the Weiner. Good times at the Thomas house these days!
55 mins
What can you do in 55 minutes? According to my Mom, you can be on hold with Southwest Airlines (SWA) customer service, play a good game of Bejeweled, beat your high score on Hearts, and surf the internet for the daily headlines. Yes, all of this can be done in 55 minutes.
I know this very important information because my Mom just spent 55 minutes on hold with SWA trying to get through to someone about her broken luggage handle. Apparently, Bubba, the suitcase loader at the Midland INTERNATIONAL Airport, doesn't know his own strength and he miraculously was able bend/break the metal handle used to roll the suitcase.
According to the customer service rep at SWA, they do not cover handles because they consider that a "luxury" on a suitcase. They also do not answer their calls in 'the order received' (as they state on their recording). My Mom called and was on hold for 50 minutes. So, I did a test- I called the same number and got right through to a representative. I quickly put her on hold, IM'd my Mom and told her to hang up from being on hold, and transferred the rep to her. (Please note, this all took place within 1 minute of my calling the same number my Mom did.)
I then went to SWA's website to check out what damages they DO cover of Bubba's...couldn't find anything. I know, shocking, right?! I could however find a place where they tell you what items you can and cannot carry on the plane. You cannot bring on the plane:
• Animals or Pets- unless you have one for medical purposes
• Wet Cell Batteries
• Camping Equipment
• Human Remains, but you can bring on Cremated Remains...huh?
• Seafood, unless packed in an air tight, no leak bag and put in a styrofoam container that is not larger than the carry on size bag
I've written many a letter in my day for poor customer service, lack of service, etc. Because I've had such good luck with SWA, I will not be writing a letter for my Mom- but since she has the fire in her belly from this experience, I can assure you- she will be drafting a note to the President of the company.
Go get 'em Tiger!
I know this very important information because my Mom just spent 55 minutes on hold with SWA trying to get through to someone about her broken luggage handle. Apparently, Bubba, the suitcase loader at the Midland INTERNATIONAL Airport, doesn't know his own strength and he miraculously was able bend/break the metal handle used to roll the suitcase.
According to the customer service rep at SWA, they do not cover handles because they consider that a "luxury" on a suitcase. They also do not answer their calls in 'the order received' (as they state on their recording). My Mom called and was on hold for 50 minutes. So, I did a test- I called the same number and got right through to a representative. I quickly put her on hold, IM'd my Mom and told her to hang up from being on hold, and transferred the rep to her. (Please note, this all took place within 1 minute of my calling the same number my Mom did.)
I then went to SWA's website to check out what damages they DO cover of Bubba's...couldn't find anything. I know, shocking, right?! I could however find a place where they tell you what items you can and cannot carry on the plane. You cannot bring on the plane:
• Animals or Pets- unless you have one for medical purposes
• Wet Cell Batteries
• Camping Equipment
• Human Remains, but you can bring on Cremated Remains...huh?
• Seafood, unless packed in an air tight, no leak bag and put in a styrofoam container that is not larger than the carry on size bag
I've written many a letter in my day for poor customer service, lack of service, etc. Because I've had such good luck with SWA, I will not be writing a letter for my Mom- but since she has the fire in her belly from this experience, I can assure you- she will be drafting a note to the President of the company.
Go get 'em Tiger!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
The HOV lane and my Husband
Today Abe and I were driving to DFW so he could hop a flight to the Big Apple for work. While driving like Mario Andretti in the HOV lane (something I don't get to do often), Abe had an idea.
"I think the rule about driving in the HOV lane should be about percentages. (My inner thought: Huh? I seriously sucked at math, even more at percentages and fractions! I am never going to make it through this conversation! He continues...) So, say someone drives a Mazda Miata- they should only have to have 50% of the car full- being that it's a 2 person car, only 1 person would need to be present. Let's say there is a huge 8 passenger truck (this is where my math started to get fuzzy), and there are only 3 people in the truck. They cannot ride in the HOV lane because they lack that 4th person to make the truck 50% full. So, instead of the type of car and number of passengers, it's about the car being 50% full. Maybe more people would be inclined to purchase smaller, less gas guzzling vehicles."
IF the HOV laws were to be revised, I think we'd all, including our police officers, need a refresher on percentages. (I would be first in line for the tutorial.)
An interesting thought from Abe.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
They say it's your bithday.....
It's my birthday too-ooo-oooo!
I turned 29 today and I seriously do feel a little older. I am not kidding. I woke up this morning with an upset tummy and slightly ill feeling. (My Mom thinks it was something I ate, I tend to agree. However, my Dad told me very candidly that I "get that" from my mothers side of the family. I agree with him on that as well.)
For years, I've been made fun of by my family, friends, and sometimes even people I am barely acquainted with, for being a "grandma." I personally feel like I've gotten a lot better over the years, but I seem to be the only one who feels that way. I mean, I haven't hurt myself (i.e.: fallen, broken any bones, gotten horribly sick, etc.) in over a year! Give it up people! I am in what I like to call "reversal mode." Which means, that I WAS a grandma and now I am becoming closer to my own age! No more "granny" ways for me. (I hope!)
Thank you EVERYONE for the fun birthday wishes and celebrations! I've had a great birthday week!
xoxo
I turned 29 today and I seriously do feel a little older. I am not kidding. I woke up this morning with an upset tummy and slightly ill feeling. (My Mom thinks it was something I ate, I tend to agree. However, my Dad told me very candidly that I "get that" from my mothers side of the family. I agree with him on that as well.)
For years, I've been made fun of by my family, friends, and sometimes even people I am barely acquainted with, for being a "grandma." I personally feel like I've gotten a lot better over the years, but I seem to be the only one who feels that way. I mean, I haven't hurt myself (i.e.: fallen, broken any bones, gotten horribly sick, etc.) in over a year! Give it up people! I am in what I like to call "reversal mode." Which means, that I WAS a grandma and now I am becoming closer to my own age! No more "granny" ways for me. (I hope!)
Thank you EVERYONE for the fun birthday wishes and celebrations! I've had a great birthday week!
xoxo
Monday, March 17, 2008
Seeing Red...the Recap
So, the show aired on Saturday night. Abe and I went to dinner beforehand and had a few drinks to "loosen up." Once we were loosened, we turned on the tube. After the initial shock of seeing ourselves on TV, we were in tears...laughing.
We got several phone calls and emails following the show. Here is a sampling of what people thought:
Phone call pre showtime: My cousin Kristi. I think she was a little intoxicated from the St. Paddy parade and marathon drink fest she attended that day/evening, but she asked me if I was recording the show so that she and her man could watch it. Oh it's recorded on BOTH TiVo's....
Phone call #1: My Grandmother, hysterically laughing, asks us how we are doing.
Phone call #2: My Aunt Laurie tells me that I have a 'potty mouth.'
Phone call #3: My friend Kelly calls to make sure I am still vertical.
Phone call #4: My Aunt Laurie again, telling me that she HATES my previous bathroom that we remodeled. (Thank goodness someone didn't like the 'locker room' bath.)
Text Message #1: A co-worker and friend Bo letting me know that I have been bleeped.
Phone call #5: My Dad. Abe answers the phone because I am again on the phone with my friend Kelly chatting about the likes/dislikes of the old house. Abe tells me that my Dad was laughing (and he totally missed his debut!)
Text Message #2: Bo again! He's being nice and telling me that the show was good. THANKS BO!
Phone call #6: My cousin, Kelley. She loved it. She loves the new house and I am glad. She has good taste in decor; now she just needs to see the house in person.
Outgoing Phone call #1: Me to my Mom. I call to tell her to beware of 2 minor things. 1- the fat factor of me in the beginning of the show and, 2- the bleeping at the end of the show. I am sure she was proud.
Morning After Phone call #1: My brother, the "disgruntled" mover. He was just laughing at us.
Here are some of the funny email bits we've gotten:
• Well, I loved the show and everything you did. Knowing you, I could pretty much gather what you were told to say. I can't wait to see the house in person!!
• Have you gotten any additional TV offers yet?
• From one of my mom's friends:
1. Your house looks great.
2. The coach was a mute and his wife was a whiner.
2. The reds are different.
3. Did Scott help much?
4. Did your parents help at all? I know your mother has strong opinions, too.
5. What is the deal with birds?
• I could totally see most the coaxing and editing... But all in all, even
though I don't agree with 100% of your decisions, yall's old house was cooler
(except of course the deck) and the other Fam's and those two newbs's
decorating choices spoke for themselves...
So, it sounds like people liked our old house the way we had it and our new house, the way we remodeled it! All in all, Abe and I are happy with the outcome of both the show and our house. We will now close this chapter in our lives!
We got several phone calls and emails following the show. Here is a sampling of what people thought:
Phone call pre showtime: My cousin Kristi. I think she was a little intoxicated from the St. Paddy parade and marathon drink fest she attended that day/evening, but she asked me if I was recording the show so that she and her man could watch it. Oh it's recorded on BOTH TiVo's....
Phone call #1: My Grandmother, hysterically laughing, asks us how we are doing.
Phone call #2: My Aunt Laurie tells me that I have a 'potty mouth.'
Phone call #3: My friend Kelly calls to make sure I am still vertical.
Phone call #4: My Aunt Laurie again, telling me that she HATES my previous bathroom that we remodeled. (Thank goodness someone didn't like the 'locker room' bath.)
Text Message #1: A co-worker and friend Bo letting me know that I have been bleeped.
Phone call #5: My Dad. Abe answers the phone because I am again on the phone with my friend Kelly chatting about the likes/dislikes of the old house. Abe tells me that my Dad was laughing (and he totally missed his debut!)
Text Message #2: Bo again! He's being nice and telling me that the show was good. THANKS BO!
Phone call #6: My cousin, Kelley. She loved it. She loves the new house and I am glad. She has good taste in decor; now she just needs to see the house in person.
Outgoing Phone call #1: Me to my Mom. I call to tell her to beware of 2 minor things. 1- the fat factor of me in the beginning of the show and, 2- the bleeping at the end of the show. I am sure she was proud.
Morning After Phone call #1: My brother, the "disgruntled" mover. He was just laughing at us.
Here are some of the funny email bits we've gotten:
• Well, I loved the show and everything you did. Knowing you, I could pretty much gather what you were told to say. I can't wait to see the house in person!!
• Have you gotten any additional TV offers yet?
• From one of my mom's friends:
1. Your house looks great.
2. The coach was a mute and his wife was a whiner.
2. The reds are different.
3. Did Scott help much?
4. Did your parents help at all? I know your mother has strong opinions, too.
5. What is the deal with birds?
• I could totally see most the coaxing and editing... But all in all, even
though I don't agree with 100% of your decisions, yall's old house was cooler
(except of course the deck) and the other Fam's and those two newbs's
decorating choices spoke for themselves...
So, it sounds like people liked our old house the way we had it and our new house, the way we remodeled it! All in all, Abe and I are happy with the outcome of both the show and our house. We will now close this chapter in our lives!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Red and the animal print blanket
Abe and I were having a little fun with Red tonight. He loves to chew and wail on this blanket. Sometimes he tugs so hard at it, it makes us laugh. And other times he just sits right next to it and doesn't even bother with it. He is nutty.
Check out the video.
Check out the video.
Randy Pausch
A few months back, I was watching The Oprah Show, and the guests that day were show regular- Dr. Oz, the girl from "Crazy Sexy Cancer", and Randy Pausch. The only guest I recognized was Dr. Oz. I had no idea that evening when watching, that my life would be forever changed by these people. The show was about death. A morbid subject most people would rather not talk about. A subject as Americans, we do not deal well with. I, however, became inspired, changed, more alive. It sounds crazy I know, but it's true. Death made me rethink my life.
Randy Pausch gave a modified version of his "last lecture" on the show and even though he spoke about stuff I clearly did not understand (he is some sort of engineer), I understood his underlying message.
Live for today.
This is something that I've heard many times in quote books, from teachers, etc. You know the saying, "Do not put off today, what you can do tomorrow." Or the one that goes, "Live for today because tomorrow may never come." Although these are great words to live by, I found myself more connected with someone like Randy because he was actually LIVING for today.
You see, Randy is a man who is currently living with pancreatic cancer. He's been in and out of treatment and hospitals. He is married and has three young children. (2 sons and a baby girl). His specialists predicted about 7 months ago, that he had 6 months to live. And that's exactly what he's doing. Living.
His words truly inspired me to look at the way I live my life. I made several vows to myself that evening after watching the show and doing some serious soul searching. Those vows- enjoy my life. Live my life for me. Love like I've never loved before. Tell people you love them- everyday. Live each day with inspiration and love. Don't try to tackle everything- life won't end if the dishwasher doesn't get emptied!
These are just a few of the ways I try to live my days. I am not sick, I am not terminally ill. I have no reason to be scared to die. I just learned that evening, that this life I've been given is precious. And I only get to live it once.
To keep tabs on Randy (should you be inspired by him as well), please check out his link, as he tries to keep it updated on a regular basis.
http://download.srv.cs.cmu.edu/~pausch/news/index.html
Randy Pausch gave a modified version of his "last lecture" on the show and even though he spoke about stuff I clearly did not understand (he is some sort of engineer), I understood his underlying message.
Live for today.
This is something that I've heard many times in quote books, from teachers, etc. You know the saying, "Do not put off today, what you can do tomorrow." Or the one that goes, "Live for today because tomorrow may never come." Although these are great words to live by, I found myself more connected with someone like Randy because he was actually LIVING for today.
You see, Randy is a man who is currently living with pancreatic cancer. He's been in and out of treatment and hospitals. He is married and has three young children. (2 sons and a baby girl). His specialists predicted about 7 months ago, that he had 6 months to live. And that's exactly what he's doing. Living.
His words truly inspired me to look at the way I live my life. I made several vows to myself that evening after watching the show and doing some serious soul searching. Those vows- enjoy my life. Live my life for me. Love like I've never loved before. Tell people you love them- everyday. Live each day with inspiration and love. Don't try to tackle everything- life won't end if the dishwasher doesn't get emptied!
These are just a few of the ways I try to live my days. I am not sick, I am not terminally ill. I have no reason to be scared to die. I just learned that evening, that this life I've been given is precious. And I only get to live it once.
To keep tabs on Randy (should you be inspired by him as well), please check out his link, as he tries to keep it updated on a regular basis.
http://download.srv.cs.cmu.edu/~pausch/news/index.html
Monday, March 10, 2008
Bossy Erin?
After sending out a massive email to friends, family and frankly folks I don't even keep up with, about the show on TLC- I decided to check out their website and confirm that the show is airing on March 15. It is...But when I got to the website, this is what the show producers have written about our episode:
"There's red on the walls and red mist in the air as three design styles spectacularly clash in Dallas. Bossy Erin does a good job of keeping husband Abe on track with the renovations, but had trouble hearing critiques when the old owners review changes." tlc.com
Bossy? Did they call me bossy? I mean, I am not a task master or anything and frankly people like me because I am an easy going (and sometimes a particularly hard headed) person. I sure hope that this show is not too crazily edited to make me look like a biz-natch. We all know I am not.
I wonder how many friends I'll have after this is all said and done...
"There's red on the walls and red mist in the air as three design styles spectacularly clash in Dallas. Bossy Erin does a good job of keeping husband Abe on track with the renovations, but had trouble hearing critiques when the old owners review changes." tlc.com
Bossy? Did they call me bossy? I mean, I am not a task master or anything and frankly people like me because I am an easy going (and sometimes a particularly hard headed) person. I sure hope that this show is not too crazily edited to make me look like a biz-natch. We all know I am not.
I wonder how many friends I'll have after this is all said and done...
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