Friday, February 22, 2008

What's that smell?

A few days ago I was accused of doing something that is so not me. My lovely coworker "Butch" who I referred to in my 'tagged' blog is at it again. I have recently started closing the store and I love working that shift. I have all day with my kids, I work all by myself at night, thus, no more issues with "Butch"...or so I thought. Last Thursday I worked the closing shift and as the night was coming to an end, I went through my usual routine. Count out the till, clean up the bays, empty the garbage, shut down the printer and last but not least, wipe down the bathroom. So I leave work, thinking everything is just dandy. The next night when I arrived at work, the assistant manager immediately pulled me aside and said she needed to tell me something. Apparently "Butch" had shown up first thing on Friday morning, after I had closed the store on Thursday. She went into the bathroom and said it smelled like someone smoked weed in there. She immediately started telling the other employees that I had been smoking pot the night before during my shift. What?!? All I could do was laugh. It was either that or seriously freak out on "Butch". Luckily the manager and assistant manager know me pretty well and know that smoking pot is not a hobby of mine. I have friends that do, and half the staff where I work does, but I'm not one of them. Good grief. Can she not come up with anything better than that? I'm not sure why she is trying so desperately to get me in's not going to happen. Guess I'll just have to wait and see what her next accusation is.

Friday, February 8, 2008

So grown up!

Since Julia's self-haircut, she has learned how cruel kids can be. At the age of 4, I would hope that they are just being brutally honest, rather than intentionally trying to hurt her feelings. Either way, she has come home from preschool on occasion saying that her friends said she looks like a boy, etc. Part of me wants to say 'well, it's your own fault darling' but of course I don't. It makes me so sad to see her hurting, so I figured I'd do something to lift her spirits. Last night I took her to the mall to get her ears pierced and today took her to get her hair evened out. I never expected the cut to turn out so cute!! Yes it's still very short, but the hairdresser cut it so that something can be done with it! It is ADORABLE!! She feels very grown up with her new earrings and sassy hair-do.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Tagged!! Darn you Natalie!

So I was tagged by my friend Natalie quite awhile ago, so I am finally giving in. Although I'm quite sure that I am a very uninteresting person, so I apologize in advance. The rules are below, but I don't have enough people on my blog to send tags to. LOL! Wow, I'm pathetic!

The rules are:
* link to the person who tagged you
* post the rules on your blog
* share six non-important things/ habits/ quirks about yourself
* tag at least 3 people at the end of the post and link to their blogs
* let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

1. I am obsessed with the movie Cool As Ice. Now this was by no means a box office hit, but for whatever reason I cannot get enough of it! I've always had a crush on Vanilla Ice, so this movie was a must see for me! Not only is it the cheesiest movie ever, it also wins the award for most ridiculous tagline: "When a girl has a heart of stone, there's only one way to melt it. Just add Ice." This guilty pleasure started in highschool or maybe college, but hasn't stopped. What can I say? Vanilla Ice is a terrible actor, but he's sure easy on the eyes.

2. Tickling is not an option for me. I am so ticklish that it's almost painful if and when I do become a target. Growing up, my dad, brothers and I would have wrestling matches that eventually turned into tickling wars. During one particular war, my brother had me pinned down and my dad and other brother were tickling me to the point of almost wetting my pants. I remember yelling at them "I'm gonna pee, I'm gonna fart!" Almost instantly they backed away from me. I was sure to remember that line for the next time I was getting tortured. They eventually caught on that my line was B.S. and it no longer worked. So one afternoon, I was laying on the couch reading a book when my dad came in and for no good reason grabbed my feet and started tickling them. Well reflexes took over and I kicked him right in the eye. I certainly did not mean to do it and I felt terrible. He wasn't mad because he knew it was his own darn fault, but I still felt bad. I must have leaked this ticklish info to my roommates at college because somehow one of our guy friends caught wind of it and basically attacked me one day in our apartment. It was bad. The pictures make it look really bad. Ha ha. I just remember hoping that I wouldn't pee or fart on him.....although he would have deserved it.

3. I love theme dinners. Let me explain before your imagination takes over. First of all I love having people over for dinner. I like to cook for people and enjoy being a hostess. It is extremely fun for me to do theme dinners for holidays. I like being crafty, and this is one way for me to do it. I have to admit that I really haven't done many since college, so perhaps it's time to get the ball rolling again. I have included a picture below to give you an idea of what I'm talking about....this is from college. I haven't really taken pictures of ones since then.

4. Wallyball may just be my all time favorite recreational sport. I got introduced to it while in college and fell in love with it so much, I decided to take a Wallyball class....more than once. Ha ha. For those of you who don't know what Wallyball is, you put a volleyball net in a racquetball court and basically play volleyball. The cool thing is that you used the walls to play...just like in racquetball. Hours of fun and probably hours that should have been spent on homework. Oh well, can't change that now. I would strongly recommend giving it a least once. More info can be found at I am laughing so hard that I even put that website on here...yes, I'm a dork. I have included a picture for this one below....also from college, which is apparent since I am not nearly as fat in the photo as I am now. Lovely. Not sure what was happening to me in the picture either. :) Natalie...not sure why you're not in the photo....perhaps you were taking it?

5. I dare you to dare me. That's right, if you dare me, more than likely I will take you up on it....within reason of course. My most memorable and humiliating dare took place at the snow covered sand dunes near Rexburg Idaho. My roommates and FHE brothers decided to go sledding out at the dunes, which was an absolute blast, if you wanted to know. :) So long story short, one of my roommates dared me to take off my shirt behind a saucer sled. I'm not sure why she dared me to do this, maybe it was because she didn't think I would do it with our FHE brothers there. How wrong she was. The guys had just gone down the hill on their sled, so this was the perfect time. I thought to myself 'I'll show you!' So I quickly popped off the shirt and before I could make a smart remark, the flash of a camera blinded me. I was shocked and had to really bust a move to get my shirt back on before the guys came up the hill. I remember thinking 'holy crap, i sure hope that picture doesn't turn out!' Well, not only did it turn out, it's pretty hard to miss my black bra against the white snow. My old roommate mailed me this picture a few years ago, and I'm hoping I now have the only copy.....which I definitely won't be posting on here!

6. Last but not least....I despise one of my coworkers. This particular person is a she-man and is always on a power trip. For the sake of privacy, I'll call her "Butch". She is without a doubt the lamest person I've ever met. And if anyone ever comes to my place of employment, you'll understand why I call her "Butch". :) So this person is in her mid 30's and considers this job her life. Wow....pathetic. There is nothing wrong with liking a job, but to live for it is a little much. She loves it so much that she will come in on her day off and sit there ALL DAY. I finally told her the other day that she needed to get a life and if she does choose to sit there, I don't want to hear anything from her about what I should or shouldn't be doing. She's not my boss, and I would quit before that ever happened. Part of me feels bad for her, but it's a very small part. There is nothing worse than a 30+ year old tattle tale. I could go on and on but thinking about her gets me in a bad mood, so I'm done. :)