Friday, October 31, 2008
Happy Halloween!
I'm sorry, but this is the best picture that I got of Sami with her costume on tonight - without the monkey hood up, so you can't get the full effect. She hadn't adjusted to "Mullett Daddy" at the time that we were taking these pictures, so we were lucky to have gotten this one before Mullett Daddy got too close.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tattoos
I got home from walking Leroy last night to find out that Joe had decided to start tattoo sleeves for Samantha. The pictures were taken halfway through the process. It was just a few minutes later that Joe remembered the stash of Harley Davidson tattoos we have, so now Samantha has the HuHot, a rodent (not really sure what it is), and two or three Harley Davidson tattoos on her hands and arms. She is already begging for more tattoos, just like her daddy!Coffee and Gas
As I was driving myself to work yesterday, after I dropped my daughter off at daycare, I decided to swing into the gas station to fill up (price of gas went down!!) and most importantly get a cup of coffee. I had just under ½ tank of gas, so I wasn’t running on fumes, which is usually the case when I pull into the gas station. The coffee was much needed as my husband has been getting up much earlier than normal (which means so have I), and also because I needed a little lift in my eyes (can’t wear eye makeup due to the stupid rash under/on my left eye that won’t go away…well I could wear makeup on my right eye, but that might look funny don’t you think?)
Here’s how my day was kicked off:
As usual, I put the hose in my tank first, then I stick my credit card in the pump (not actually in the pump, but in the designated spot for credit cards…I’m not THAT stupid, although I had some concerns this particular day). I select the grade of fuel that I want as I was directed by the co
mputer screen. Nothing happens. I am tired, I want coffee, and I don’t have much time before I need to be at work. Not enough time to dink around with an uncooperative gas pump…I Need COFFEE!!! So I am slamming my hand on all of the possible buttons available, one of which was green (green means go, perhaps pushing this button would make the gas GO). It was a help button. I am not a big fan of ‘help;’ I prefer to learn my lessons the hard way, that way I remember them – usually. Sometimes. Okay, I’ve probably remembered two of my hard learned lessons. But that’s not the point here. I looked like a fool and the last thing that I wanted was to draw attention to myself. I, however, did not realize that the green button was a ‘help’ button until I heard a voice above me (and it wasn’t God. The way the morning was going, I think I would have been afraid to hear what He had to say). “What can I help you with?” the voice says. “I put my credit card in, the hose is in my gas tank, I am pushing the button but I am not getting gas!!!” The cashier decides to come out and get a closer look at the idiot who can’t pump her own gas. Ms. Cashier quickly and simply fixes the problem (put the hose back in the pump and wait for the lights to flash before removing it, duh!) and returns to assist the large crew of morning customers (this was prime pre-work stop-at-the-station time). I had a good-sized audience.
I set the nozzle at slow flow (heard that’s the most efficient way to pump your fuel) and follow the cashier inside while making fun of myself (it’s just what I do. I like to make fun of others as well, as long as they will make fun of me in return. However in this situation I was the only one deserving of fun making). She at least humored me with a fake laugh.
Got my coffee, going back to my car, the man at the pump next to mine is standing there staring at my car and then glances at me (matching me as owner of the mess) and then back at the car. It wasn’t until I was standing in a puddle of gas rubbing my hand on my car under the gas tank wondering why it was wet that I noticed that the fuel dripping out of my tank wasn’t from the kickback of the nozzle’s auto-stop. That was when I realized what had happened and I turned back around to ask the wonderful, kind, courteous, generous gentleman what the hell his problem is that he can’t STOP the pump when he is there watching it overflow; but he was driving off. I was tempted to chase him, but refrained. Back inside to tell the cashier she needs to get some sand (or the fire department) for my disaster (this would have been a more appropriate time to press that green ‘help’ button. I, of course, didn’t think of that. Instead, I went inside and stood in line. Dimwit.). Ms. Cashier asks me how much I spilled. I wasn’t there, but judging from the dollar signs rising up with the fumes off of the ground, I would guess about $20-$30 worth. Don’t ask this butterbrain to do the math.
At this point, I am late for work, covered in gasoline fumes, exhausted, dealing with day 3 of a headache and strongly considering taking up smoking. I got a car wash instead. And GUESS WHAT!?!?! They gave it to me for F R E E! Woopdeefreekindoo.
I resented that cup of coffee so much that I couldn’t take the first sip until it was cooled off. That first sip is what gets my adrenaline going. The anticipation of how hot it is going to be and if I am going to burn my tongue and if I am going to take too big of a sip and really burn my tongue, that gets my blood flowing. What’s the point in even drinking it if I had already taken half the fun out of it.
I have let stress get the best of me and have been a big butterbrain since I started my new job, and it seems like every day, my butter has melted a little more. I think that this was the grand finale. Actually, the grand finale was when I was sitting in the car wash watching the big roller come down towards my windshield, envisioning it not stopping at my windshield but just crashing right through, all while crying like a little pre-school girl who just lost the fight for the best toy in the bin.
***I must have cried it out, because after lunch today I came back to work and let everybody see the goofy, annoying twerp that I generally am.
Here’s how my day was kicked off:
As usual, I put the hose in my tank first, then I stick my credit card in the pump (not actually in the pump, but in the designated spot for credit cards…I’m not THAT stupid, although I had some concerns this particular day). I select the grade of fuel that I want as I was directed by the co
mputer screen. Nothing happens. I am tired, I want coffee, and I don’t have much time before I need to be at work. Not enough time to dink around with an uncooperative gas pump…I Need COFFEE!!! So I am slamming my hand on all of the possible buttons available, one of which was green (green means go, perhaps pushing this button would make the gas GO). It was a help button. I am not a big fan of ‘help;’ I prefer to learn my lessons the hard way, that way I remember them – usually. Sometimes. Okay, I’ve probably remembered two of my hard learned lessons. But that’s not the point here. I looked like a fool and the last thing that I wanted was to draw attention to myself. I, however, did not realize that the green button was a ‘help’ button until I heard a voice above me (and it wasn’t God. The way the morning was going, I think I would have been afraid to hear what He had to say). “What can I help you with?” the voice says. “I put my credit card in, the hose is in my gas tank, I am pushing the button but I am not getting gas!!!” The cashier decides to come out and get a closer look at the idiot who can’t pump her own gas. Ms. Cashier quickly and simply fixes the problem (put the hose back in the pump and wait for the lights to flash before removing it, duh!) and returns to assist the large crew of morning customers (this was prime pre-work stop-at-the-station time). I had a good-sized audience.I set the nozzle at slow flow (heard that’s the most efficient way to pump your fuel) and follow the cashier inside while making fun of myself (it’s just what I do. I like to make fun of others as well, as long as they will make fun of me in return. However in this situation I was the only one deserving of fun making). She at least humored me with a fake laugh.
Got my coffee, going back to my car, the man at the pump next to mine is standing there staring at my car and then glances at me (matching me as owner of the mess) and then back at the car. It wasn’t until I was standing in a puddle of gas rubbing my hand on my car under the gas tank wondering why it was wet that I noticed that the fuel dripping out of my tank wasn’t from the kickback of the nozzle’s auto-stop. That was when I realized what had happened and I turned back around to ask the wonderful, kind, courteous, generous gentleman what the hell his problem is that he can’t STOP the pump when he is there watching it overflow; but he was driving off. I was tempted to chase him, but refrained. Back inside to tell the cashier she needs to get some sand (or the fire department) for my disaster (this would have been a more appropriate time to press that green ‘help’ button. I, of course, didn’t think of that. Instead, I went inside and stood in line. Dimwit.). Ms. Cashier asks me how much I spilled. I wasn’t there, but judging from the dollar signs rising up with the fumes off of the ground, I would guess about $20-$30 worth. Don’t ask this butterbrain to do the math.
At this point, I am late for work, covered in gasoline fumes, exhausted, dealing with day 3 of a headache and strongly considering taking up smoking. I got a car wash instead. And GUESS WHAT!?!?! They gave it to me for F R E E! Woopdeefreekindoo.
I resented that cup of coffee so much that I couldn’t take the first sip until it was cooled off. That first sip is what gets my adrenaline going. The anticipation of how hot it is going to be and if I am going to burn my tongue and if I am going to take too big of a sip and really burn my tongue, that gets my blood flowing. What’s the point in even drinking it if I had already taken half the fun out of it.
I have let stress get the best of me and have been a big butterbrain since I started my new job, and it seems like every day, my butter has melted a little more. I think that this was the grand finale. Actually, the grand finale was when I was sitting in the car wash watching the big roller come down towards my windshield, envisioning it not stopping at my windshield but just crashing right through, all while crying like a little pre-school girl who just lost the fight for the best toy in the bin.
***I must have cried it out, because after lunch today I came back to work and let everybody see the goofy, annoying twerp that I generally am.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Gymnastics!
Being a goofy girl, nosing up to a coach instead of doing what everyone else is.
On the trampoline.Samantha started gymnastics today and she had a blast! I think her favorite event was the trampoline. She did a somersault, a cartwheel, the balance beam, the trampoline, crawled through the tunnel, danced and sang and more! When it was dance and sing time, she went crazy!! She's not so good at following directions yet, so she was doing her own dance...and pretty much marching to her own drum the entire time!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
the zoo (08.20.08)
Sami & I went to the local zoo yesterday. The zoo doesn't open until 10am and SJ starts her pre-nap downward spiral around 10:30-10:45am. The last picture below was the last picture taken at the zoo yesterday. She was in the petting zoo area with the goats when she was bumped by a passing goat. I think her feelings were hurt the most.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Back to Blogging
Finally, I have a computer that I can use. My other computer is now in computer heaven.
Joe spent last week in Bemidji for work, and will be heading off to PA in the morning for another week of fun away from the family (for work). So last week Samantha and I decided...well, it was mostly my decision, but we decided to take a road trip to Bemidji to see Paul Bunyan, Babe the Blue Ox and have dinner & a swim with Joe. I also took Sami to the Science Center for 'Tots-n-Science' to learn about what we thought was going to be ducks but turned out to be birds in general. I wasn't the only kid that was disappointed, but after eating Sami's edible birds nest I felt better. Here are some pix from our adventure.
Our good friends saying, not 'goodbye', but 'see you later' to us.
Joe spent last week in Bemidji for work, and will be heading off to PA in the morning for another week of fun away from the family (for work). So last week Samantha and I decided...well, it was mostly my decision, but we decided to take a road trip to Bemidji to see Paul Bunyan, Babe the Blue Ox and have dinner & a swim with Joe. I also took Sami to the Science Center for 'Tots-n-Science' to learn about what we thought was going to be ducks but turned out to be birds in general. I wasn't the only kid that was disappointed, but after eating Sami's edible birds nest I felt better. Here are some pix from our adventure.
Our good friend Paul.
Samantha making a splash for her buddy Babe.
She's standing in goose poop.
Our good friends saying, not 'goodbye', but 'see you later' to us.Tuesday, July 22, 2008
No Blogging
I have 2 computers. The laptop and the desktop. The laptop is old, but the desktop has been acting weird for the past few months and I have not been able to upload my photos on it, so I have been updating the blog with photos from my laptop. My laptop is now on what seems to be its deathbed. So, rather than updating the blog with more pictures, I have been trying to save all of my photos that are on the laptop before it is too late. It's not that easy though. Since it is crashing, it is shutting down every so often and it doesn't detect discs or anything, so I am trying to upload all of the photos to the internet which is taking forever. So in a nutshell, YOU MAY OR MAY NOT SEE PICTURES ON THE BLOG AGAIN SOON.
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