Tuesday, March 24, 2009
24 Hours and Counting...
Hubby's stitches come out tomorrow...pics with stitches and without to come...
Monday, March 16, 2009
Pig Man in Dallas, TX Take 2
So maybe it's just the Hertz return in Dallas, TX.
So again, a car cut me off going into the Hertz in Dallas, TX. The car stopped, REVERSED down the lane and then CUT ME OFF to get into the Hertz. All while he was on his cell phone.
I was steamed, but I decided to be the bigger person. I didn't even honk this time because I didn't want to be yelled at like last time.
So we pull up in the line. It was really busy. The whole lane next to our lane was waiting to check their cars in as well. It was also 40 degrees!
So we get out of our cars and the man gets off his cell phone. When the car to his left is getting check in, he stops the Hertz person, and asks them to do his car because he's in a hurry.
I couldn't take it.
I said, "NO! We're all waiting dude! All these people are waiting and you're going to go ahead and cut in front of everyone like you cut me off to get in here!?! Where's the fairness in that!?!"
He just stared at me stupidly. He got to cut in line. Now, he was ahead of me so it wasn't like he was cutting me, but it was the principle. I'm so tired of living in everyone else's world where the rules never apply to anyone. Come on!
The funny part is he ended up on my shuttle one person ahead of me on the airline we were flying and one person ahead of me in the security line. Good thing he cut in front of everyone at Hertz.
After security I lost him. I was hungry and decided to buy a sandwich for dinner. I walk into the food place and there he is, leisurely waiting for food in line in front of me. He turns and looks at me and I say, "Great". He blushes and turned back around.
What is it with Dallas?
So again, a car cut me off going into the Hertz in Dallas, TX. The car stopped, REVERSED down the lane and then CUT ME OFF to get into the Hertz. All while he was on his cell phone.
I was steamed, but I decided to be the bigger person. I didn't even honk this time because I didn't want to be yelled at like last time.
So we pull up in the line. It was really busy. The whole lane next to our lane was waiting to check their cars in as well. It was also 40 degrees!
So we get out of our cars and the man gets off his cell phone. When the car to his left is getting check in, he stops the Hertz person, and asks them to do his car because he's in a hurry.
I couldn't take it.
I said, "NO! We're all waiting dude! All these people are waiting and you're going to go ahead and cut in front of everyone like you cut me off to get in here!?! Where's the fairness in that!?!"
He just stared at me stupidly. He got to cut in line. Now, he was ahead of me so it wasn't like he was cutting me, but it was the principle. I'm so tired of living in everyone else's world where the rules never apply to anyone. Come on!
The funny part is he ended up on my shuttle one person ahead of me on the airline we were flying and one person ahead of me in the security line. Good thing he cut in front of everyone at Hertz.
After security I lost him. I was hungry and decided to buy a sandwich for dinner. I walk into the food place and there he is, leisurely waiting for food in line in front of me. He turns and looks at me and I say, "Great". He blushes and turned back around.
What is it with Dallas?
My Husband, Tim the Toolman Taylor
Yesterday I was standing in the kitchen making my homemade spaghetti and meatballs. Tamanda and their son, and our friend Brown were coming over for dinner.
So I'm standing there at about 12 PM getting my sauce to its simmering point and hubby is in the garage drywalling a small part of the wall up so that we can move shelves and organize. I hear him scream bloody murder and go running. I threw the door open and he screams that he needs running water. I throw my spaghetti spoon down and run and turn the water on as he comes running in the house.
He tells me he's cut himself, badly, and he will need to go to the hospital. I say, "are you sure?" and look down. Bad mistake. He then tells me he needs a towel. I go running as the neighbor comes running up our driveway because he heard hubby scream. I come running back with a HUGE towel for his left pointer finger. He looks at me and says, "Do we have something smaller than that?" I'm so retarded.
So I get a small wash cloth and wrap it up. I then proceed to run around turning everything off, grabbing my purse, and grabbing his wallet. While I've been doing this, our wonderful neighbors have been trucking everything from the driveway into the garage so it won't get left outside. They are calming hubby down, telling him not to look at it. They confirm I know where the nearest emergency room is, which was awesome because I wasn't even really thinking, I was just going to drive, and off we go.
We get there and 4.5 hours later, and 8 stitches later, hubby's finger points straight out like he's screaming, "I'm # 1!"
I watched the MD sew him up. Hubby cut himself well, he didn't do a half-assed job! After the reassembly, the MD points to hubby's tip (hubby isn't watching, of course) and tells me if the circulation doesn't return, hubby will most likely need a skin graft. I hope that doesn't happen. It will be such a pain the ass for hubby!!!
So I'm standing there at about 12 PM getting my sauce to its simmering point and hubby is in the garage drywalling a small part of the wall up so that we can move shelves and organize. I hear him scream bloody murder and go running. I threw the door open and he screams that he needs running water. I throw my spaghetti spoon down and run and turn the water on as he comes running in the house.
He tells me he's cut himself, badly, and he will need to go to the hospital. I say, "are you sure?" and look down. Bad mistake. He then tells me he needs a towel. I go running as the neighbor comes running up our driveway because he heard hubby scream. I come running back with a HUGE towel for his left pointer finger. He looks at me and says, "Do we have something smaller than that?" I'm so retarded.
So I get a small wash cloth and wrap it up. I then proceed to run around turning everything off, grabbing my purse, and grabbing his wallet. While I've been doing this, our wonderful neighbors have been trucking everything from the driveway into the garage so it won't get left outside. They are calming hubby down, telling him not to look at it. They confirm I know where the nearest emergency room is, which was awesome because I wasn't even really thinking, I was just going to drive, and off we go.
We get there and 4.5 hours later, and 8 stitches later, hubby's finger points straight out like he's screaming, "I'm # 1!"
I watched the MD sew him up. Hubby cut himself well, he didn't do a half-assed job! After the reassembly, the MD points to hubby's tip (hubby isn't watching, of course) and tells me if the circulation doesn't return, hubby will most likely need a skin graft. I hope that doesn't happen. It will be such a pain the ass for hubby!!!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Pig Man in Dallas, TX
Why do men feel the need to mess with me? Is it because I'm little? First Little Penis Man in Omaha, NE, now Pig Man in Dallas, TX.
I was minding my own business driving to the Hertz rental car return at the Dallas airport. At the light where I have to turn left to return my car, the car coming towards me turns right from the LEFT lane into the rental return.
I turn in behind the car and we drive up the ramp. The ramp has 2 lanes, the left lane is Avis return, the right lane is in Hertz. The car in front of me is in the left lane and then goes RIGHT to Hertz almost hitting me so I honk my horn. The car then pulls to the side so I go and return my car.
The car pulls up behind me and a 200 lb man gets out of the passenger side and proceeds to verbally assault me. He called me a stupid woman driver and told me I better watch my driving. I told him he didn’t know me and his wife actually cut me off because the entrance is 2 lanes. He rants and raves for 5 minutes and tells me that “he’s a man and always right”. His wife is obviously mortified and sitting in the car and won’t even look at me.
I tell him to shut up and start walking away. I also yell to his wife how sorry I feel for her to be married to a pig of a man.
Of course I think of wonderful comebacks for this man after I’ve called hubby in near tears and shaking. The guy was huge and I felt very threatened. What I should I have said?
“If women are so horrible at driving, why is your wife driving you around?”
"Does it make you feel like a big important man to pick on someone half your size?"
"Do you know Little Penis Man in Omaha, NE?"
"Excuse me? Why do you think I care what you think?"
I mean really, he made himself sound stupid. By insulting me he was actually insulting his wife…did he even realize that or was he too stupid to? I hope she got that.
I was minding my own business driving to the Hertz rental car return at the Dallas airport. At the light where I have to turn left to return my car, the car coming towards me turns right from the LEFT lane into the rental return.
I turn in behind the car and we drive up the ramp. The ramp has 2 lanes, the left lane is Avis return, the right lane is in Hertz. The car in front of me is in the left lane and then goes RIGHT to Hertz almost hitting me so I honk my horn. The car then pulls to the side so I go and return my car.
The car pulls up behind me and a 200 lb man gets out of the passenger side and proceeds to verbally assault me. He called me a stupid woman driver and told me I better watch my driving. I told him he didn’t know me and his wife actually cut me off because the entrance is 2 lanes. He rants and raves for 5 minutes and tells me that “he’s a man and always right”. His wife is obviously mortified and sitting in the car and won’t even look at me.
I tell him to shut up and start walking away. I also yell to his wife how sorry I feel for her to be married to a pig of a man.
Of course I think of wonderful comebacks for this man after I’ve called hubby in near tears and shaking. The guy was huge and I felt very threatened. What I should I have said?
“If women are so horrible at driving, why is your wife driving you around?”
"Does it make you feel like a big important man to pick on someone half your size?"
"Do you know Little Penis Man in Omaha, NE?"
"Excuse me? Why do you think I care what you think?"
I mean really, he made himself sound stupid. By insulting me he was actually insulting his wife…did he even realize that or was he too stupid to? I hope she got that.
Monday, January 19, 2009
The House Work Resumes
So we decided we took a long enough break. We started working on the house again last weekend. Hubby did a lot of little odds and ends, one of which was to organize the garage a little better. It made a HUGE difference.
I spent the weekend working on the new office. We decided to move the office into what was going to be our guest bedroom. We decided we're going to install a shower in the half bath that's attached to the current office so that guests will have a private bath to use.
The new office had a white shelf going around half of the top of the room and a wallpaper border above it. I had to pull all the shelves down and then get the wallpaper down. I got a tip that fabric softner worked well to help dislodge the wallpaper. I also bought a little thing that pokes holes in the wallpaper so that the liquid would soak in.
I thought it would be easy since I'd removed some wallpaper round the window in the bedroom and it worked like a dream. This was a LOT harder. It took me the whole weekend to remove the wallpaper.
The last wall only came off in tiny pieces...
I thought I would have the wallpaper removed and the room painted before the weekend was up.
*sigh* I forgot to multiply the time I THOUGHT it would take by three!
Here I was almost done...I hate wallpaper!
I spent the weekend working on the new office. We decided to move the office into what was going to be our guest bedroom. We decided we're going to install a shower in the half bath that's attached to the current office so that guests will have a private bath to use.
The new office had a white shelf going around half of the top of the room and a wallpaper border above it. I had to pull all the shelves down and then get the wallpaper down. I got a tip that fabric softner worked well to help dislodge the wallpaper. I also bought a little thing that pokes holes in the wallpaper so that the liquid would soak in.
I thought it would be easy since I'd removed some wallpaper round the window in the bedroom and it worked like a dream. This was a LOT harder. It took me the whole weekend to remove the wallpaper.
The last wall only came off in tiny pieces...
I thought I would have the wallpaper removed and the room painted before the weekend was up.
*sigh* I forgot to multiply the time I THOUGHT it would take by three!
Here I was almost done...I hate wallpaper!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Mammoth 2009
Our second annual Mammoth trip at the lifestyles of the rich and the famous Mammoth Lakes Monache. I hate to brag on myself, but I'm getting really quite good at snowboarding. I love my Burton Lux, it rides like a dream, except for when it makes me fall!
We started off at the local Tiki bar when we arrived for Happy Hour. They have strong Mai Tai's for $4, but served them in plastic Bud Light cups...very high class!
Hubby is awesome as always no his new Arbor Element. We had fun getting used to our new boards. He gives me a handicap by riding backward so I can keep up.
Oh yeah, that's me, and yes, that's dirt. The snow storm came early this year and there wasn't as much snow as usual, but there was hardly ANYONE there!
On the gondola headed back to the Westin for lunch.
On the gondola headed back to the Westin for lunch.
Our friends, Peffernin and Meg-O, came to share, but because of Eric's lame company (the one hubby quit last August) his time off permission was rescinded the Friday BEFORE he was to drive out (the drive occurred on Saturday).
Here's a video of me shredding!!! I felt like I was going much faster than it looks...
On the drive home, we stopped by Randsburg, the living ghost town. Trust us, don't go, it's really not worth it. Although it is only a 10 minute side trip (that's total, not to get there). It was actually kind of sad and I felt like I was on the set of a horror movie.
The Keep Out sign didn't help...
Thursday, January 8, 2009
From Blizzard 2008 to Rain Storm 2009
When I fly to Portland for work, I usually fly in and out of SeaTac and drive to Portland and back. This is so I can either stay an extra night with at my parent's house or stay the weekend with them.
All went as usually on Tuesday. Flight on time, it was raining, but that's typical in Washington. Got to the hotel just fine.
Worked Wednesday and then got on the road to drive up. I call my mom to let her know, she says be careful because there's been a lot of rain.
There's a lot of traffic because it's rush hour, no biggie. It's windy, but not raining that hard. It's typically a 2 hour drive, with traffic, it usually turns into a 3 hour drive, tops.
About an hour and half into it, my mom calls. I-5 is closed at Chehalis. Right when she calls, the traffic has stopped. I've hit the closure. She's very worried, but I tell her, no big. I'll go around the water.
The "around the water" took an hour and a half to figure out and I was only in Centralia by then. For those of you who don't know, they're only a little over 5 miles apart on I-5.
Just about everywhere I turned there were closed streets due to flooding. I had no idea it was that bad. If I had known, I would have just stayed in Portland and tried to drive out today (in the light!).
The drive only took four and a half hours...not bad. I'm just thankful for the GPS. I mean, sure, we named our GPS Trixie because she always tricks us into going the absolute longest or wrong way. I named my Blackberry GPS OOPS (Out of Pocket Shennae-nae) because she's totally ghetto and lies about the wrong way to go as well.
But last night, in the rain, with a closed road at every turn, OOPS pulled through and found a way for me to get home safe and sound...I'll never curse her again, well, almost never.
All went as usually on Tuesday. Flight on time, it was raining, but that's typical in Washington. Got to the hotel just fine.
Worked Wednesday and then got on the road to drive up. I call my mom to let her know, she says be careful because there's been a lot of rain.
There's a lot of traffic because it's rush hour, no biggie. It's windy, but not raining that hard. It's typically a 2 hour drive, with traffic, it usually turns into a 3 hour drive, tops.
About an hour and half into it, my mom calls. I-5 is closed at Chehalis. Right when she calls, the traffic has stopped. I've hit the closure. She's very worried, but I tell her, no big. I'll go around the water.
The "around the water" took an hour and a half to figure out and I was only in Centralia by then. For those of you who don't know, they're only a little over 5 miles apart on I-5.
Just about everywhere I turned there were closed streets due to flooding. I had no idea it was that bad. If I had known, I would have just stayed in Portland and tried to drive out today (in the light!).
The drive only took four and a half hours...not bad. I'm just thankful for the GPS. I mean, sure, we named our GPS Trixie because she always tricks us into going the absolute longest or wrong way. I named my Blackberry GPS OOPS (Out of Pocket Shennae-nae) because she's totally ghetto and lies about the wrong way to go as well.
But last night, in the rain, with a closed road at every turn, OOPS pulled through and found a way for me to get home safe and sound...I'll never curse her again, well, almost never.