So I saw this segment on the Sunday Morning Show about some church that has a campaign to encourage people to stop complaining. WHAT?!?!? What kind of world would this be if we couldn't complain, especially me! I live for it. What would I do if I couldn't complain. You love that I complain, oh you know you do! Oh, stop complaining!

Home improvement is fun. NOT! I try to do the little things around my house and they always turn into a big thing. Like changing out my ceiling fan. Should be easy right? After all, I'm not trying to install the electrical for it, just upgrade to a fan that doesn't make noises like the sound track of "Psycho", you know, that squeaking sound of the stabbing in the shower scene? Anyway, when I took the old fan off there were two black wires and one white wire. The new fan had a black, a white and a blue wire. I knew the blue wire was for the light kit because it had a tag on that stated as such. What I didn't know was if it was okay to just hook up the blue wire to the black wire. So, as usual, I had to ask Brien to help. Thankfully he always does. Luckily, he and Beth and Kathryn were on their way to IKEA so it was kind of on their way to stop and hook up the three wires. I can do the rest (hopefully!).

Next I plan on tackling the new faucets in the bathroom. Why do I hear that doom and gloom music, you know, Da Da Da Dum? The music when peril will ensue.

Gun shots not jello shots

So the other night Pretty Teacher and I were sitting here, doing who knows what (probably sitting on our asses!) when we heard this noise. I looked at her and she looked at me and we just stared at each other for about a minute and a half. We then just looked away and went about our business. I think Shana was thinking the same thing that I was...was that gun shots we heard?? I thought maybe it was but you know how sometimes fire crackers sound the same? It was slightly different but I never like to think the worst when it comes to those kinds of noises. I chose to forget about it until I was talking to the across-the-street neighbors. They asked if cops came to my house the other night to ask about gun shots. Huh. I said no. But now I wonder if it really was. Or just fire crackers that some person called in as gun shots. I guess I'll never know. Then another random thing happened that I emailed Whitney about cuz she usually is the one that sees this kind of stuff but for some reason I was lucky enough to be at home when it happened. I'll just post my email to her and her response. If you don't think her response if funny then you don't know us at all!

The email subject is "The Latest"

Hi Pretty Girl, I am sitting at the kitchen window remembering what happened to the last detail for you. At approx. 6:40 a.m. I was awakened by a loud truck. I got up to see what the hell was going on. I couldn't see anything from my bedroom window so I went in to the kitchen. There, in the street, was a Chandler Fire truck in front of Hans' house. I thought to myself, " Oh, I wonder if the creepy boy overdosed again?" So, I made coffee. While I was doing that Kerry and Valerie had to have the fire truck move so they could get out of their driveway. Then the ambulance arrived. What did I think? I thought "Well at least the neighborhood is safe for a few hours." What, to my surprise! They hauled out Hans! He was on his side. Weird, but what isn't over there? So now they are carting him off and the neighborhood must stay on alert for yet another day because the didn't haul away Creepy Boy. Love ya, Mom

Pretty Girl's response:

Danmmit!! First gun shots, then Hans in an ambulance! I miss EVERYTHING!!! Love you too! PG

Window of Opportunity

So, several months ago my driver's side window in my car broke. Not the glass but the motor that allows the window to go up and down. Well, really, the part that makes it go up. It goes down fine. I've been driving around town for months not being able to have it down cuz it won't go back up again. I have improvised by making the passenger side window go down if I feel the need to have some fresh (?) air. Well, now that I got some money back from the state and federal government, aka tax refund, I have been pondering the idea of getting the window fixed. My personal mechanic (that's right, I have a personal mechanic) says it will cost between $285 and $350 to get it fixed, depending upon if I want authentic Toyota parts.

When I weigh the pros and cons I am torn. The con is that if I want to go through a drive through ( bank, car wash, Starbucks) I have to bring Pretty Girl along and make her sit in the back seat to make the transaction. That's a lot of Starbucks.

So I know what you're thinking: "Who the hell cares?" Well I care cuz I've been having visions of road rage if I get the window fixed. I think that may be a con but I'm not sure. Like today, when I was leaving the Fry's parking lot and making a left out of a lane of parking. This car was whipping through the lot and had to slow down to 40 mph as I was apparently going too slow. I wanted to roll down my window and shake my fist at them and scream "That's right, I made you slow down pal!" I think that's a con cuz people get shot for that but then again, it could be a pro cuz I think that would have made me feel better. Of course, I don't really know cuz I haven't got the window fixed yet.

Truthfully, there have been several instances that I have thought about pointing out other's vehicular mistakes. So maybe I shouldn't get the window fixed. I'm sure Pretty Girl could use a few more Starbucks.

Pet Peeves

Don't you hate when people tell you about their pet peeves? Actually I like it cuz most of the time you have the same ones. It's also interesting to hear just how messed up people are, like when they tell you about their phobias. I personally don't like to hear about other peoples phobias cuz I tend to take them on. I have so many that I won't even try to list them. Pet peeves are another story, they're fun.

1) People in the fast lane on the freeway that won't pull over. This, in turn becomes an oxymoron because they aren't going fast ( I love oxymorons but that's another post). In California, they run you off the road.

2) People who show public displays of affection - aka making out in public. People - get a room!

3) People who cheat. At anything, it doesn't matter.

4) Dog poop (or cat poop for that matter) on my lawn. I don't shit in your yard!!

5) People who constantly complain (not counting me).

6) Bratty kids. They don't come out the shoot that way. It's a learned behavior.

7) People who don't listen (I listen I just have a bad memory!!).

8) People who take credit for stuff they didn't do. Crappy and says a lot about their character.

I could go on and on but I won't. I think you get the idea. Let's talk about oxymorons next time. I love those!

Let it Snow!

Ohmigod, it's been such a long time. I was out of town last weekend and then work was crazy this last week. The are so many things to gripe about I just don't know where to begin. Actually, I thought I would just post some pics from my trip (I know, you're wondering what happened, why is she not going off on something?)

So, I went up to Pinetop last weekend. Technically it was Lakeside. It was snowing on the way up. I liked it but I don't think the driver was very thrilled.

We mostly just sat around all weekend and drank. We did watch the Food Channel for almost 24 hours. That was great. I love watching other people cook. At least there is cooking going on somewhere.

We also went to the Lion's Den to have their world famous Wine Burger. I've had it before and I gotta tell ya, those burgers are fantastic. They put wine in the meat which is probably why I like it so much.

Let Them Eat Cake!

I'm so confused! What is the difference between flap jacks, pancakes, hot cakes, short cakes, griddle cakes, johnny cakes and IHOP's short cake pancakes? I don't like any of them. To me they are like lead weights in your stomach. The Pretty's love pancakes with chocolate chips in them. They used to sprinkle powdered sugar on them but now they eat them plain. If you can call that plain. I call it candy!

I do like waffles, which is weird, cuz aren't they the same thing? I think it's the same batter but I like how waffles are crunchy. I like how the syrup makes them soggy, yet still crunchy because of the sugar content of the syrup.

I don't like to order waffles in a restaurant cuz they bring it with that ice cream scoop of butter. That's just wrong. As you can see, I'm not a fan of butter. I don't like butter on things, only in things. I know what you're thinking, "Why doesn't she just order waffles without butter?" I have, but they always forget and drop the big, round ball o' butter on the hot waffles, then realize what they have done and scoop if off. There is always the residual butter left on the waffles. I hate that!

Not that you care!

Clubbin'

It seems like everyone is in a book club. I don't really know how they work except that everyone reads the same book and then they talk about it. Is that fun? How long do you get to read the book? What happens if you show up to the meeting and you haven't finished the book, or worse, even started it? Is there punishment? I like to read as much as the next person but to be honest sometimes I would rather just zone out in front of the TV.


Over the holidays I read a couple books. Fast Food Nation was one of the selections. I loved it. It was probably the most facinating book I ever finished. I will no longer eat fast food (I didn't each much to begin with) and now I'm dealing with the withdrawals of hamburgers. Hamburgers have been my favorite food my entire life. Now I can't even bring myself to buy ground beef. I made ground turkey burgers a week or so ago and there was just something not right with it. I'll have to experiment more.




Now I'm reading Garbage Land. This could turn out to be as fascinating as Fast Food Nation. Oh, don't get me wrong, I can still put the book down at anytime to zone out to the TV but is it very interesting what happens to garbage. I wonder what I won't do when I'm finished with it.