To the Pretty Girl Degree!

That's right, she did it, she graduated. So did The Home Owner. Here are some pictures from an event filled weekend...

Her bedazzled cap and "A" Mountain


















The rival sisters


















The jumbo-tron


















Pretty Girl on the jumbo-tron (top of screen)


















Pretty Girl and The Home Owner
























The Dynamic Trio


















The Prettys

Baby not Bride!

In March 2009 I posted about Brides in the bar while I was in Vegas. This post is about a baby in the bar. I have only seen this phenomenon one other time and it was in Texas...where you expect such things!

This sighting was NOT in Texas. It was right down the street from my house at the local watering hole. Mr. Interesting and I were sitting there when our mouths dropped open. This mother (and I use the term loosely!) was coming in from the smoking patio (yes, you heard me correctly!) and bellied up to the bar. Then the father (again, using the term loosely) followed close behind with the baby seat.

I know what you're thinking. This can't be! Well, people, here is the proof!


















There was discussion between us as to whether there would be "a feeding" but we decided not to go there.

Pretty Doctor at Thanksgiving!

It's been two long years since Pretty Doctor was with us at Thanksgiving. Luckily she back. We had a great time with great people...



















And, as usual, dessert...



















I decided to make the spice cake square this year. A week ago or so I was saying that I wasn't going to make the "Cake in a Bowl" this year. There was quite the uproar so I went home to Google the recipe. I found a blog dedicated to how this cake cannot be made. I decided to not even attempt to make it the way the recipe says and chose a pretty bowl to make it in...



















I've got to find something else to make for next year because this cake, even in a bowl, is very difficult to make. It has 3 frostings, each never turning out how the recipe says they will. I'm over not being able to make it.

The Holidays Have Been Saved!

Mr. Interesting was over the other day and I was telling him the problem I was having with my winter trees and how I couldn't find a strand of lights small enough. Genius that he is, he asked if I had checked the fuses. No. So he changed the fuses and they lit right up. The holiday season is back on! The winter trees make me happy.

The Grinch!

Went to see The Grinch with Pretty Girl. We had as much fun as any of the kids. The staff didn't even mind that I took a picture of the stage. Too bad it didn't turn out better...

First Casualty of the Holiday Season

Ok, before you start in, these are NOT Christmas Trees. They are winter trees and we put them up early November and take them down sometime in January or February, depending on how lazy I am. I am a little behind putting them up this year and when I did, this happened...
























Awwww! The middle tree's light are out. So now I can either go through each light to find the one that is actually burnt out or I can go buy a new strand. Guess which one I'll do?

Slap Bet!

Do you guys watch How I Met Your Mother? It's a great show that you all are missing if you're not watching it. In the show they have this thing called Slap Bet. It's the most awesome thing ever.

Well, my jealous friends, Pretty Girl gets to be the "Slap Bet Commissioner." Yeah, that's right! I have never been more envious of her in my life, besides the day she was born and every day since! Ok, well maybe not that one day when she was in 6th grade was wrongly accused of throwing something from the school bus.

My only hope in life now, besides retiring before I die, is to be around when the slap happens.

What do you want from me?

I know, I know, I'm lame at posting! I got nothin' even now. It is November even though the temps are still in the 90s. Now all we have to look forward to is this:

Get Your Rain Here!

It rained today. Well, more like a deluge! Here's my street:



















Here is the closest thing I'll have to beach front property:



















Here's the guy trying to unclog the storm drain:



















He was not successful.

Clubbin'

Yeah, that's right people, I went clubbin'! My friend Trish was turning 21, oh wait, that's not the right number. Well, it was somewhere around there. Her friend Chris arranged for us to have a table at the new casino and a free room. Free's good!

Trish and I left early on a Saturday morning to take advantage of the pool. The rest of the entourage was to show up later. We made some friends at the pool, cuz we're friendly. Some random guy at the pool. Don't worry, his wife was there too.



















We had "beverages" at the pool. Mr Interesting, I think you know what's in here!



















Then the rest of the crew showed up and we went up to the room to get ready for the evening.



















A good time was had by all.



















Or so I was told the next morning.



















I'm sure that's right. Cheers!

Idiot!

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Some people do the most stupid things. Me being one of them. I have been thinking about all the stupid things I have done in my life and decided to share some of them with you. No judgment on your part, remember, I have blond hair!














You know the tunnel, the one that takes you from 7th Street to 7th Avenue? Well, Pretty Teacher, Pretty Doctor and I always did this thing when we drove through it. The thing was we would hold our breath to see if we could hold it the entire way. Sounds like a harmless competition right? Well not if you're the driver! Only a very short time ago I realized that I could actually pass out due to lack of oxygen and crash the car. So, needless to say, I don't do that anymore if I'm the driver!

























How about the time when I was in elementary school. We rode the bus cuz we lived up in the hills. We decided it would be a great idea to lay down in the street at the bus stop to see if the bus would actually be able to stop before the driver ran over us. Ok, we were young and stupid and very much idiots. Hence the title of this blog. The street the bus came down was very steep. Stopping on a dime (or before running over small children) would be pretty much impossible. Luckily, the bus driver was a pro and didn't smash us. He was pretty pissed. I guess he figured he would lose his job if he ran over 2 or 3 school children. I guess we didn't think that far ahead.

Or, how about the time we hid from the bus cuz we thought if the bus didn't pick us up we wouldn't have to go to school. Little did we know the very same bus driver was responsible for us and was very distraught that we weren't there. We never thought far enough ahead to think about what were we supposed to do for the entire day. Our Mom's didn't work so we couldn't go home. Luckily, the bus driver came back after we came out of the bushes. He yelled, we were scared, but we got to school and our parents never found out. Thank you Mr. Bell!

Okay, that's enough for now. I'm feeling pretty stupid.

Nightmares on My Street

So today at work was a nightmare for me and I wasn't asleep. I kept thinking I needed to wake from it but then would realize that I wasn't asleep and there was nothing I could do but ride it out.

Then I went home to take my daily walk. Now, I need to be clear here that my daily walk is very rigorous. When you stop laughing I can explain that I don't jog anymore because I have already had one surgery due to running and it was not a pleasant experience so I don't want to repeat it. It had to do with the nurses not being confident the doctor knew which knee to operate on so she wrote "no" on the knee not to operate on. When I read the two letters I couldn't figure out what "on" meant. When the nurse explained it to me I didn't have confidence in anyone in that operating room. I was so gleeful when I woke up and realized they fixed the correct knee I almost didn't need the pain medication. I said almost!













Anyway, I walk very fast, work up quite a sweat and it's great cardio. So, as I was saying, I went on my walk. The last third of my walk is along a canal. This is where my second nightmare began. My walks help me decompress from my day. Today, walking the canal I had that weird thing, like nightmares, of looking to the end of the canal and as I kept walking the end kept getting farther away. Seriously, I'm not kidding. It was crazy! You know the feeling, like the walking sidewalks at the airport only they never end. It was not a good feeling.

I don't know how but I finally got through it and made it home. If any of you have any advice on how to wake up from a nightmare that you are not asleep in let me know! Tomorrow's not looking good either.

Food Fight!

Well not exactly. More like the fights we have with food. We all have them, right? Ok, maybe me more than others. I have this weird thing with food. Like I can't eat bananas once they start to get the black spots on them. It's a texture thing. I couldn't eat refried beans or guacamole until I was in my 20s. I can tell just by looking at something if I'm going to like it, because of the texture.
















Take hummus for instance. I love hummus...as long as it's Trader Joe's 3 Layer Hummus. I don't like the texture of most others. I like the taste, just not the texture, so then I can't eat it.


















And white food. I don't eat white food. Well, actually I will eat 4 white foods: 1. White rice. 2. Marshmallows. 3. Mashed potatoes. 4. Ok, so I can't think of the fourth right now. For all I know it's white wine.


















Dairy, that I can't have. I'm not lactose intolerant. I can't digest the fat. Or any fat for that matter. Which is why I can't eat fried foods. I love fried foods thought. Who doesn't?

So, what are some of the foods you won't eat? Or, better yet, what was the weirdest food you ever ate (mine was frog's legs, they tasted like chicken, of course!)?

White Coat Ceremony

Pretty Doctor had her White Coat Ceremony a week ago.


















It was very special to be there.


















All the important people were there.


















We all went back to the Casita for a celebration.




































Congratulations Pretty Doctor. Good luck, though you don't need it. You're right where you need to be!

Life's a Beach!

I had a chance to go to the beach. It came up suddenly and I didn't turn it down. I can't turn down the beach, it's not in me. I am very lucky to have such good friends.

When we arrived I decided we needed to toast with mimosas. What time was it? Doesn't matter. It's like camping, drinking starts at 8 a.m. Oh, and that's the beach behind us. Yeah, I know, you're jealous.
























This is how close we were to the beach...



















All we had to do was walk down the stairs and cross the beach street. It was perfect!

Oh look, there's the pier!


















After a few drinks we decided to walk the beach. Ugh! I guess you can't get away from some things.


















Some things you don't want to get away from...


















Sometimes you can't quite understand what you are seeing, like the guy dragging a boat bumper down the beach....


















The sunsets were amazing...






















































Our last day on the beach a group of kids showed up and started digging a hole. Ok, whatever. Some people lay in the sun, some play volleyball and some dig. Later that afternoon I noticed that they were still digging. The hole was huge...


















Then we started to see emergency vehicles show up. I guess the geniuses that were digging decided to dig a tunnel, which collapsed with this guy in it.



















Then the kids were told to fill in the hole.



















Idiots!

Oh well, I had a great time. The beach is the best.