Eliza loves her green beans.
Kase looks over and sees this:
Can you find where Eliza's green bean went?
A January Experiment
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Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
What Green Bean?
So we're eating dinner the other night.
Eliza loves her green beans.
Kase looks over and sees this:
Can you find where Eliza's green bean went?
Eliza loves her green beans.
Kase looks over and sees this:
Can you find where Eliza's green bean went?
Monday, January 30, 2012
A Sick Day
Nothing makes you feel better than your little girl.
She knows lots of things that make you feel better
Things like lining up her animals on the bottom stair and getting her mommy to take a (blurry cell phone) picture of them.
She knows lots of things that make you feel better
Things like lining up her animals on the bottom stair and getting her mommy to take a (blurry cell phone) picture of them.
Or putting her clothes in daddy's drawer. (I think she is taking over our room.)
Yesterday, she cracked me up so much. After a fun day at church and evening at Grandparent's house, we came home. Eliza walked into our bedroom, saw her play kitchen and said "Hi Kitchen, I miss you!" As if she hadn't seen kitchen in forever.
Yesterday, she cracked me up so much. After a fun day at church and evening at Grandparent's house, we came home. Eliza walked into our bedroom, saw her play kitchen and said "Hi Kitchen, I miss you!" As if she hadn't seen kitchen in forever.
At nursery yesterday, one of the other kids walked up next to her and slyly began pushing her out of his way so he could play with the toy building table she was using. She looked at him, gathered her toys up, and said "Be Nice!" as she stomped away. Hilarious.
I feel much better now.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Guess Who
Laura 
Kase 
Laura
Kase This is one of my favorite pictures of him. He told his mom he wanted a Skunk cake for his birthday. Random.
I was looking through old pictures and came across these. I wonder what our baby will look like?
I see brown eyes and hair in our future.
But you never know!
About 6 more weeks left!
About 6 more weeks left!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Dogs vs Cats
Dogs are better than cats. There I said it. Atleast I think they are. I am a dog person I guess. Yes I suppose Cats are smart and everything. But dogs just love you so much. Besides, how often do you see a Cat as a service animal? A seeing eye cat? I don't think so.
Our dog is special. She is not particularly bright. She runs into things a lot and is afraid of scary things like the cord on the space heater. She is a little obsessive complusive. She must exit the family room using the left side of the couch and enter by the right side of the couch. Everytime there is a doorbell sound on the TV she thinks it's our door. The TV is downstairs, the door is upstairs. Makes sense right? Sometimes, just to mess with her, we tell her to go check the front door to make sure noone is here. And she does. She also falls down the stairs if you accidentally turn off the light while she is going down them.
Our dog is somewhat well trained. She knows how to sit, lay down, go to her bed, and shake. She knows what porch, walk, and outside means. She knows she isn't allowed on the furniture or up the stairs in our bedrooms.
Our dog is rebellious. She knows what she isn't suppose to do and generally she doesn't do those things. Unless she is left alone. She goes through bad spells. These are times when we are not around and she does specifically what she shouldn't. Like snuggle up on the couch for a nap, chew on the puppy gates leaving splinters everywhere, going upstairs and clawing on the door so she can get into one of the bedrooms, or crawling under the fence and running wild and free through our neighborhood. The most random was when she clawed a whole into the wall for no reason. Yes, that is why we call her the Monster.
She has good spells too. But every time I say something like "our dog has been really good lately." She has a bad spell. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
Last night, we were going to sleep and I said to Kase "You know, the dog has been good lately. I am going to regret saying it, but it's true."
And boy did I regret it. At 4:30 in the morning I woke up to a weird noise. At first, I thought it was a dream or someone in the house. Then I realized it was the dog. She was eating our carpet. Yes our carpet. The Monster had returned. There are holes in the carpet going up the stairs.
In her defense, sometimes her tummy gets upset and she wants to eat grass. There is no grass in the house so naturally carpet is the next best thing. Only it doesn't grow back.
So Kase had to let her outside and then back in and then I had to lay there and not sleep because I was afraid she'd eat more carpet. That's our dog.
Maybe cats aren't so bad after all.
But really how could we not love her with a face like this:
Maybe she is getting us ready for parenthood. Although, I am pretty sure our baby will not eat carpet. I hope not atleast.
Our dog is special. She is not particularly bright. She runs into things a lot and is afraid of scary things like the cord on the space heater. She is a little obsessive complusive. She must exit the family room using the left side of the couch and enter by the right side of the couch. Everytime there is a doorbell sound on the TV she thinks it's our door. The TV is downstairs, the door is upstairs. Makes sense right? Sometimes, just to mess with her, we tell her to go check the front door to make sure noone is here. And she does. She also falls down the stairs if you accidentally turn off the light while she is going down them.
Our dog is somewhat well trained. She knows how to sit, lay down, go to her bed, and shake. She knows what porch, walk, and outside means. She knows she isn't allowed on the furniture or up the stairs in our bedrooms.
Our dog is rebellious. She knows what she isn't suppose to do and generally she doesn't do those things. Unless she is left alone. She goes through bad spells. These are times when we are not around and she does specifically what she shouldn't. Like snuggle up on the couch for a nap, chew on the puppy gates leaving splinters everywhere, going upstairs and clawing on the door so she can get into one of the bedrooms, or crawling under the fence and running wild and free through our neighborhood. The most random was when she clawed a whole into the wall for no reason. Yes, that is why we call her the Monster.
She has good spells too. But every time I say something like "our dog has been really good lately." She has a bad spell. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
Last night, we were going to sleep and I said to Kase "You know, the dog has been good lately. I am going to regret saying it, but it's true."
And boy did I regret it. At 4:30 in the morning I woke up to a weird noise. At first, I thought it was a dream or someone in the house. Then I realized it was the dog. She was eating our carpet. Yes our carpet. The Monster had returned. There are holes in the carpet going up the stairs.
In her defense, sometimes her tummy gets upset and she wants to eat grass. There is no grass in the house so naturally carpet is the next best thing. Only it doesn't grow back.
So Kase had to let her outside and then back in and then I had to lay there and not sleep because I was afraid she'd eat more carpet. That's our dog.
Maybe cats aren't so bad after all.
But really how could we not love her with a face like this:
Or this:
Maybe she is getting us ready for parenthood. Although, I am pretty sure our baby will not eat carpet. I hope not atleast.Speaking of parenthood, for those interested here is a photo of me and the baby last week at 27 weeks. Sorry it's so dark. Please ignore my hair and face.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
A Case of Mistaken Identity
Have you ever had that awkward experience where you think someone/something is someone/something they are not.
Like you think you see a friend walking by. You say hi and they turn around. Only you see that they are not your friend but a complete stranger.
Awkward.
Or when you were a kid and you were shopping. An adult walks up next to you with the same pants as your parent. You tug on their pant leg and ask them a question. Only you look up to see a stranger staring down at you.
Awkward.
Well that happened to us last night. Only not so much with a person.
Last year for my birthday Kase took me to Pigeon Forge. We shopped and ate at a place called Connors. For our meal we shared an appetizer sampler and the most delicious plate of nachos. I am not talking Taco Bell nachos. I mean a HUGE plate full of chips, beans, guacamole, cheese, green onions, jalapeños...OK you get the picture.
Lately, I have been craving these nachos bad. Real bad.
Last night, we were running errands in Turkey Creek when suddenly I see a Connors. The beholder of the coveted nachos. We decided this would be our valentine treat. (Ok I really decided and Kase is nice to me seeing that I am growing his child and all.)
So we park. We go into the restaurant and get a table immediately. I visit the restroom facilities. An employee chats with me at the sink and is super nice. Quick service, clean restrooms, nice employees, delicious nachos. This place rocks!
That’s when it happened. I returned to our table and found Kase looking grim.
“Either this is not the same Connors, or they have changed their menu” he says.
I glance through the menu. Nope. No nachos. No appetizer sampler. Just expensive stuff that I don’t really want to eat. “But the restaurant has the same name with the same sign in the same font and everything!” I was starting to get really worried.
“What are we going to do?” I say very panicky. “I don’t want this stuff. I don’t want to pay money for stuff I don’t want to eat. Let’s leave.” I look over the menu again just to make sure we didn’t miss the nachos, or a section with cheap food.
I was ready to bolt for the door without a word to the waiter. (We only had waters on our table.) But Kase is polite and says we need to tell the waiter we’re leaving.
At this point the waiter shows up to our table with bread. I told him we had to go. Kase said we had a phone call and needed to leave. (Which was true because I had received a phone call at some point and we did need to leave.)
We got the heck out of the nacho-less place. Apparently Connors in Pigeon Forge is different than the Connors in Turkey Creek. I should have known.
Awkward.
Now does anyone know a place that has really good nachos? I know I could make them myself, but they just don’t taste as good.
P.S. Everyone thanks for all the advice from my last post. I really appreciate it. I’m sure I will be asking for more!
P.S.S. Erin, I went to the Ross in Turkey Creek and got some super cute maternity tops for super cheap. Thanks!
Like you think you see a friend walking by. You say hi and they turn around. Only you see that they are not your friend but a complete stranger.
Awkward.
Or when you were a kid and you were shopping. An adult walks up next to you with the same pants as your parent. You tug on their pant leg and ask them a question. Only you look up to see a stranger staring down at you.
Awkward.
Well that happened to us last night. Only not so much with a person.
Last year for my birthday Kase took me to Pigeon Forge. We shopped and ate at a place called Connors. For our meal we shared an appetizer sampler and the most delicious plate of nachos. I am not talking Taco Bell nachos. I mean a HUGE plate full of chips, beans, guacamole, cheese, green onions, jalapeños...OK you get the picture.
Lately, I have been craving these nachos bad. Real bad.
Last night, we were running errands in Turkey Creek when suddenly I see a Connors. The beholder of the coveted nachos. We decided this would be our valentine treat. (Ok I really decided and Kase is nice to me seeing that I am growing his child and all.)
So we park. We go into the restaurant and get a table immediately. I visit the restroom facilities. An employee chats with me at the sink and is super nice. Quick service, clean restrooms, nice employees, delicious nachos. This place rocks!
That’s when it happened. I returned to our table and found Kase looking grim.
“Either this is not the same Connors, or they have changed their menu” he says.
I glance through the menu. Nope. No nachos. No appetizer sampler. Just expensive stuff that I don’t really want to eat. “But the restaurant has the same name with the same sign in the same font and everything!” I was starting to get really worried.
“What are we going to do?” I say very panicky. “I don’t want this stuff. I don’t want to pay money for stuff I don’t want to eat. Let’s leave.” I look over the menu again just to make sure we didn’t miss the nachos, or a section with cheap food.
I was ready to bolt for the door without a word to the waiter. (We only had waters on our table.) But Kase is polite and says we need to tell the waiter we’re leaving.
At this point the waiter shows up to our table with bread. I told him we had to go. Kase said we had a phone call and needed to leave. (Which was true because I had received a phone call at some point and we did need to leave.)
We got the heck out of the nacho-less place. Apparently Connors in Pigeon Forge is different than the Connors in Turkey Creek. I should have known.
Awkward.
Now does anyone know a place that has really good nachos? I know I could make them myself, but they just don’t taste as good.
P.S. Everyone thanks for all the advice from my last post. I really appreciate it. I’m sure I will be asking for more!
P.S.S. Erin, I went to the Ross in Turkey Creek and got some super cute maternity tops for super cheap. Thanks!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Dear United States Postal Service (may I call you USPS?),
I am writing in regards to the strain that I sense in our relationship. I feel that we have been drifting apart for quite some time now. I am not sure if it’s me or you. (Although I am kind of sure it is you.)
The past few times I have visited you, you have made me wait. Keep in mind this was BEFORE Christmas time. On more than one occasion, as I approached one of your employees in a friendly manner, I was treated very rudely. I’ll have you know that the envelope I was trying to mail was NOT too thick and DID have enough postage. Another time, I did not know the difference between registered mail and return receipt mail. I would’ve simply appreciated a friendly explanation, instead of a grumpy "talking to".
It seems that your employees just don’t like me. On your TV commercials they are always so helpful and friendly, but when I come to visit they almost act as if they wish I weren’t there. Perhaps, you’re thinking it is something that I am doing. Am I being friendly to your employees? Yes. Am I visiting your office at the end the day right before closing time? No. Am I mailing hazardous, restricted, or perishable mail? Never, I usually just need to buy stamps.
No, USPS, I don’t think it’s me. Maybe you are in denial about your own problems. The last time I visited you, I noticed the rope with attached sign that read "form line here" was gone. I asked one of your employees what had happened to it. She said you had taken it away because you felt it was not friendly enough. No, USPS, it is not your rope that I dislike or that makes me feel that you are unfriendly. In fact, I liked that rope. Now I don’t know where to stand exactly and I am not sure your employees realize that I am in line and in need of service since they never make eye contact with me. It’s not your rope, you have other problems that need addressing.
USPS, I hope we can fix our relationship. I will continue to try. Maybe one day we can work this out. Otherwise, and I hate to say this, but I will have to see what brown can do for me.
Sincerely,
Your Devoted(ish) Customer
The past few times I have visited you, you have made me wait. Keep in mind this was BEFORE Christmas time. On more than one occasion, as I approached one of your employees in a friendly manner, I was treated very rudely. I’ll have you know that the envelope I was trying to mail was NOT too thick and DID have enough postage. Another time, I did not know the difference between registered mail and return receipt mail. I would’ve simply appreciated a friendly explanation, instead of a grumpy "talking to".
It seems that your employees just don’t like me. On your TV commercials they are always so helpful and friendly, but when I come to visit they almost act as if they wish I weren’t there. Perhaps, you’re thinking it is something that I am doing. Am I being friendly to your employees? Yes. Am I visiting your office at the end the day right before closing time? No. Am I mailing hazardous, restricted, or perishable mail? Never, I usually just need to buy stamps.
No, USPS, I don’t think it’s me. Maybe you are in denial about your own problems. The last time I visited you, I noticed the rope with attached sign that read "form line here" was gone. I asked one of your employees what had happened to it. She said you had taken it away because you felt it was not friendly enough. No, USPS, it is not your rope that I dislike or that makes me feel that you are unfriendly. In fact, I liked that rope. Now I don’t know where to stand exactly and I am not sure your employees realize that I am in line and in need of service since they never make eye contact with me. It’s not your rope, you have other problems that need addressing.
USPS, I hope we can fix our relationship. I will continue to try. Maybe one day we can work this out. Otherwise, and I hate to say this, but I will have to see what brown can do for me.
Sincerely,
Your Devoted(ish) Customer
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Jack and the Beanstalk
On Sunday, I had the pleasure of helping out in the nursery. Kids from 18 months to 3 years. They are so fun and sweet.
So I am reading them a good book: Jack and the Beanstalk. Good story right?
Here I am reading about Jack selling his cow and buying beans. Growing a huge beanstalk, and climbing up it.
That's when it happened. I remember liking this story as a kid, but I guess it looks different when you become an adult. Or maybe it's because I work for the Department of Justice.
Jack climbs up the beanstalk and finds himself in a strange giant person's house. So really, didn't Jack technically break into the Giant's house? Ok, so the Giant is very grumpy and angry, but wouldn't you be if a person broke into your house?
THEN Jack see's the Giant's prized possession: a magic chicken that lays golden eggs. What does Jack do? Why he STEALS it! So what if the Giant is mean and grumpy. Does that give Jack the right to steal the Giant's magic-golden-egg-laying-chicken? NO I don't think so!
What is the moral of this story? That if you become poor because you made a bad business deal selling your cow, you are justified in stealing from your neighbors?
I know that there are probably different versions of this story. Maybe this version made the story simpler for younger kids and happened to leave out all the important parts that teach a good lesson.
I also know that as a kid none of this ever crossed my mind, and it didn't seem to bother the kids on Sunday. But really, I am not sure I will be reading this story ever again. Jack, I think it's over between us. Bad boys never were my type.
So I am reading them a good book: Jack and the Beanstalk. Good story right?
Here I am reading about Jack selling his cow and buying beans. Growing a huge beanstalk, and climbing up it.
That's when it happened. I remember liking this story as a kid, but I guess it looks different when you become an adult. Or maybe it's because I work for the Department of Justice.
Jack climbs up the beanstalk and finds himself in a strange giant person's house. So really, didn't Jack technically break into the Giant's house? Ok, so the Giant is very grumpy and angry, but wouldn't you be if a person broke into your house?
THEN Jack see's the Giant's prized possession: a magic chicken that lays golden eggs. What does Jack do? Why he STEALS it! So what if the Giant is mean and grumpy. Does that give Jack the right to steal the Giant's magic-golden-egg-laying-chicken? NO I don't think so!
What is the moral of this story? That if you become poor because you made a bad business deal selling your cow, you are justified in stealing from your neighbors?
I know that there are probably different versions of this story. Maybe this version made the story simpler for younger kids and happened to leave out all the important parts that teach a good lesson.
I also know that as a kid none of this ever crossed my mind, and it didn't seem to bother the kids on Sunday. But really, I am not sure I will be reading this story ever again. Jack, I think it's over between us. Bad boys never were my type.
Friday, October 16, 2009
What is the name of your favorite historical person?
Passwords. I have a million of them. As I am sure most of you do. Ones for work programs, email accounts, bank accounts, bill paying accounts, blogger accounts. The list goes on and on. And you can't make all your accounts all have the same passwords because they each have a different requirement. No capital letters, no special characters, one number with a special character, blah blah blah.
Well, if that wasn't enough things to remember (or in my case to write down and hide somewhere at your desk), now they are adding "security quesitons". You know, just in case you forget your password or can't remember which one of your passwords you need at them moment. So the solution is to come up with something else that you..... have to remember! Makes sense right?
Today, at work I had to pick TWO security questions for a program that I use maybe once a week. The funny thing was the questions that it makes you choose from. Instead of the normal questions like: What is your favorite color? or What is the name of your favorite pet? The questions I had to choose from were the following:
- What is your favorite line a move? (That's great and all but what if the line is really long, or what if your favorite line changes between now and when you have to answer this question again)
- What is the name of the city where your parents met? (WHAT? I don't know!?)
- What is your first phone number? (I don't remember!!!)
- What was your favorite childhood toy?
- What was the first and last name of your first date?
- What is your favorite quotation? (See problem with favorite movie line)
- What is your favorite cousin's occupation?
AND HERE IS THE BEST ONE:
- What is the last name of your childhood bully?
WHAT???? How random is that? Who wrote these questions and how am I suppose to pick two questions that I will remember/know the answers to and then be able to remember them again the next time I forget my password. I mean really.
Well, if that wasn't enough things to remember (or in my case to write down and hide somewhere at your desk), now they are adding "security quesitons". You know, just in case you forget your password or can't remember which one of your passwords you need at them moment. So the solution is to come up with something else that you..... have to remember! Makes sense right?
Today, at work I had to pick TWO security questions for a program that I use maybe once a week. The funny thing was the questions that it makes you choose from. Instead of the normal questions like: What is your favorite color? or What is the name of your favorite pet? The questions I had to choose from were the following:
- What is your favorite line a move? (That's great and all but what if the line is really long, or what if your favorite line changes between now and when you have to answer this question again)
- What is the name of the city where your parents met? (WHAT? I don't know!?)
- What is your first phone number? (I don't remember!!!)
- What was your favorite childhood toy?
- What was the first and last name of your first date?
- What is your favorite quotation? (See problem with favorite movie line)
- What is your favorite cousin's occupation?
AND HERE IS THE BEST ONE:
- What is the last name of your childhood bully?
WHAT???? How random is that? Who wrote these questions and how am I suppose to pick two questions that I will remember/know the answers to and then be able to remember them again the next time I forget my password. I mean really.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Kids Say The Darndest Things
Last weekend I babysat our Nephew, Thomas (5), and Nieces, Sophie (3) and Lotus (10months).
Overnight, mind you. Over. Night. ALL BY MYSELF. (Kase had to work)
But I survived. It was fun. We played and crafted and napped.... well sort of napped. Mostly talked about napping. I dreamed of napping.
Anyways. Here are some funny things the kids said:
Thomas: "What are the lumps in my peanut butter?"
Me: "Well it's peanuts like at your favorite restaurant"
Thomas: "NOOOOO I want them smushed!"
Me: "If you try a bit I think you will like it. You can smush the peanuts with your teeth and wash it down with chocolate milk"
He took a bite. Disgust filled his face and he covered his mouth as if he was about to barf up the most disgusting thing he had ever tasted. He motioned for me to open the trash can.
Me: "Thomas you eat that bite. You can do it, it's good!"
Thomas finally finished the bite and said: "OH that wasn't so bad"
Thomas: "Sophie, Why are you going to sleep on the floor?"
Sophie: "Because, Bubba, if I sleep on the floor I can see the TV really good without your head in my way."
Overnight, mind you. Over. Night. ALL BY MYSELF. (Kase had to work)
But I survived. It was fun. We played and crafted and napped.... well sort of napped. Mostly talked about napping. I dreamed of napping.
Anyways. Here are some funny things the kids said:
On our way to my house the kids were all talk in the back seat:
Thomas: "Did you know if you eat junk food, you will have a heart attack?"
Me: "Oh really? That's interesting. What kind of food is junk food?"
Thomas: "Pizza, hot dogs, hamburgers..."
Me: "What is your favorite food?"
Thomas: "PIZZA!!!!!!!"
On the drive home, we passed a Texas Roadhouse. Thomas told me that that is his favorite place to eat because you get all the peanuts you want. The next day we were having peanut butter and jelly but I had made the rookie mistake of buying CHUNKY peanut butter, not smooth:
Thomas: "What are the lumps in my peanut butter?"
Me: "Well it's peanuts like at your favorite restaurant"
Thomas: "NOOOOO I want them smushed!"
Me: "If you try a bit I think you will like it. You can smush the peanuts with your teeth and wash it down with chocolate milk"
He took a bite. Disgust filled his face and he covered his mouth as if he was about to barf up the most disgusting thing he had ever tasted. He motioned for me to open the trash can.
Me: "Thomas you eat that bite. You can do it, it's good!"
Thomas finally finished the bite and said: "OH that wasn't so bad"
Sophie and Thomas share a room at their house, and so they did at our house too. Thomas slept in the bed and Sophie wanted to sleep on a pallet in the floor. I put a movie on for them to watch. While I was retrieving blankets from down the hall I heard:
Thomas: "Sophie, Why are you going to sleep on the floor?"
Sophie: "Because, Bubba, if I sleep on the floor I can see the TV really good without your head in my way."
They make me laugh.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Cooking is not my Talent
But I do enjoy baking. Last week, the day before my husband's birthday, I decided I would bake his birthday cake. It would be great. I would bake it and it could cool so the next day I could frost it and create my master piece. (The ultimate goal being a cake that looks like a movie film reel.)
So I mixed and stirred and measured. The bright red velvet mixture was poured into two round pans and ready for baking. Kase (said husband) was upstairs working on a project with his uncle Randy. This was going to be the best cake ever! In only 30 minutes the cake would be done.
So what to do in the meantime? Well, how about a re-run episode of Friends. That's right, yes, that's a great idea. It's one of my favorite shows. Perfect. I sat down on the couch to enjoy some laughter.
And then it happened....
I woke up. I had fallen asleep. It was about 9:30.... "What is that smell?" I thought, trying to remember what I had been doing. OHH NO!
I am not sure how long the cake baked, probably around an hour. I am sure that it was burnt.
I had managed to turn the pretty red velvet into a black crispy kind.
Oops.
After I cried,
I considered changing the film reel themed cake to a hockey puck themed cake.
Kase was kind and sweet. He even ate some of the non burned spots. YUM.
The next day, I managed to bake a non blackened version. It turned out pretty good. Whew. Crisis averted.
So I mixed and stirred and measured. The bright red velvet mixture was poured into two round pans and ready for baking. Kase (said husband) was upstairs working on a project with his uncle Randy. This was going to be the best cake ever! In only 30 minutes the cake would be done.
So what to do in the meantime? Well, how about a re-run episode of Friends. That's right, yes, that's a great idea. It's one of my favorite shows. Perfect. I sat down on the couch to enjoy some laughter.
And then it happened....
I woke up. I had fallen asleep. It was about 9:30.... "What is that smell?" I thought, trying to remember what I had been doing. OHH NO!
I am not sure how long the cake baked, probably around an hour. I am sure that it was burnt.
I had managed to turn the pretty red velvet into a black crispy kind.
Oops.
After I cried,
I considered changing the film reel themed cake to a hockey puck themed cake.
Kase was kind and sweet. He even ate some of the non burned spots. YUM.
The next day, I managed to bake a non blackened version. It turned out pretty good. Whew. Crisis averted.
(Film Reel Cake. The fruit by the foot coming out of the cake is suppose to be the film.)
Maybe next year, we'll go for a cookie cake.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
The Video
This is the video Kase and his brothers and friend, Brad, made together for a contest. Why, do you ask?
Well, because any opportunity to show off Ryan's short shorts is a good one.
Because Brad is an awesome drummer, and lip singer... I mean back up vocalist.
Because Tommy looks like he could possible chop down a forest after rocking out.
Because Kase is an awesome director/editor and husband I might add.
Because Scott is carrying on the wayward son.
Because Kase's dad is in it and he cracks me up everytime I watch it.
Because I am in the video. For a split tiny instant half of a half of a half of a second. (Hint: the bar scene.)
Oh and because these boys rock. What else?
Friday, July 24, 2009
CA to FL and Everywhere In Between
This week I have been in Columbia, South Carolina, for work training. It's interesting because I get to meet people from all over the country who do my exact same job. They are like me in an alternate universe. During the week, you get to chat with these people and go out to dinner and such. We often refer to each other by what state we are from, just because it's easier. For instance, my main friend this week was Rhode Island. She works in RI but actually lives in Boston. I like her. She says fun things like "Grocery Market", "Wicked", "Huge Big", and "Rememba".
During the week, I met Nebraska, Georgia, California, DC, Mississippi, Oklahoma, Texas, North Carolina, and so on. Very nice people. One night Rhode Island and I were walking through the lobby when we ran into Florida. She had her husband, 6 month old, and 9 year old with her. We chatted and she introduced us to her husband. "Sweetie, this is Miss Tennessee and Miss Rhode Island." We chatted a while and goo-ed over her baby. I noticed her 9 yr old seemed to be staring at us kindof funny.
The next day, she told us that after we had left, her 9 yr old had said "Mommy how come Miss TN and Miss RI didn't have crowns and sashes like the ladies on TV". haha. He thought we were beauty queens or something! How funny. I guess he probably thought that beauty queens sure do look better on TV then in real life!
Other funny story: Security is very important at training. (After all it is the government.) During class, if you had to go to the bathroom, you had to memorize a code to be able to get into the outside batroom door. I went out into the hallway and began looking for the bathroom. I couldn't find it. Finally, I found a door with a key pad, punched in the numbers, and it let me in.
Later, Rhode Island had to go to the bathroom so we went out for another trip. She passed the room that I had went into earlier. "Where are you going" I asked. "To the bathroom, rememba?" she said. I thought to myself, if this is the bathroom where did I go earlier? On the way back to class, I realized I had used the mens restroom. Perfect.
Things I was reminded of this week:
1. I don't care if my future kids take tennis lessons, speak only french in their 7th grade classrooms, or are enrolled in the same private school as the president's daughters so they can go to white house sleepovers. I just want my future kids to be happy. (Thanks Miss DC)
2. I don't care about getting promotions, and furthering my career. I just want to make decent money so I can support my family and pay off my student loans. (Thanks Miss NH)
4. If I were Miss Tennesse I would work towards world peace. (Also, saving children, feeding the poor, umm....... spaying and neutering pets....)
5. Seriously though, Tennessee is beautiful.
6. I have the best husband.
7. I am grateful for my life.
During the week, I met Nebraska, Georgia, California, DC, Mississippi, Oklahoma, Texas, North Carolina, and so on. Very nice people. One night Rhode Island and I were walking through the lobby when we ran into Florida. She had her husband, 6 month old, and 9 year old with her. We chatted and she introduced us to her husband. "Sweetie, this is Miss Tennessee and Miss Rhode Island." We chatted a while and goo-ed over her baby. I noticed her 9 yr old seemed to be staring at us kindof funny.
The next day, she told us that after we had left, her 9 yr old had said "Mommy how come Miss TN and Miss RI didn't have crowns and sashes like the ladies on TV". haha. He thought we were beauty queens or something! How funny. I guess he probably thought that beauty queens sure do look better on TV then in real life!
Other funny story: Security is very important at training. (After all it is the government.) During class, if you had to go to the bathroom, you had to memorize a code to be able to get into the outside batroom door. I went out into the hallway and began looking for the bathroom. I couldn't find it. Finally, I found a door with a key pad, punched in the numbers, and it let me in.
Later, Rhode Island had to go to the bathroom so we went out for another trip. She passed the room that I had went into earlier. "Where are you going" I asked. "To the bathroom, rememba?" she said. I thought to myself, if this is the bathroom where did I go earlier? On the way back to class, I realized I had used the mens restroom. Perfect.
Things I was reminded of this week:
1. I don't care if my future kids take tennis lessons, speak only french in their 7th grade classrooms, or are enrolled in the same private school as the president's daughters so they can go to white house sleepovers. I just want my future kids to be happy. (Thanks Miss DC)
2. I don't care about getting promotions, and furthering my career. I just want to make decent money so I can support my family and pay off my student loans. (Thanks Miss NH)
4. If I were Miss Tennesse I would work towards world peace. (Also, saving children, feeding the poor, umm....... spaying and neutering pets....)
5. Seriously though, Tennessee is beautiful.
6. I have the best husband.
7. I am grateful for my life.
Monday, June 8, 2009
A Tale of Two Tickets
A long time ago, when Kase and I were engaged, I was following him through traffic off of an interstate exit ramp. Kase in his Saturn SC2 and I in my jeep. Normally, Kase drives very slow, sort of like a grandpa. Safety is important you know. However, on this day he went moderately down the exit ramp. Did you know they have speed limits? Apparently, you are to begin slowing down your vehicle on the interstate in front of the 70 mph tractor trailers so that your vehicle may proceed down the exit ramp at 25 mph.
As Kase and I started down the ramp, a police car came out of a hidden nook and pulled behind me. I immediately pulled over so that the officer could write me a ticket. Kase noticed that I had been pulled over, so he stopped as well. The officer asked me why I was racing another vechicle down the ramp. The officer's inquiry presents many questions: how do you "race" down a single lane exit ramp? What kind of race is it if I am directly behind the other car? If the other car was racing me, and in front of me, then wouldnt that car be going faster and shouldn't the officer have then pulled that car over instead of me? I informed him that I was not racing the other car, it was my boyfriend's car that I was following.
The officer then called another officer on his radio and proceeded to write me a ticket. The other officer showed up and then proceeded to write Kase a ticket!!! There are many issues with this: The first officer could not write Kase a ticket because you can only clock one car at a time speeding and he picked me. AND The second officer wasn't even there to witness any offenses, but wrote Kase a ticket. Do we all see the problems? Ok, good.
Kase and I had a good laugh with our tickets in hand. We were able to get the tickets dismissed which is always good. BUT the story does not end there....
A few years later (last week in fact) my mother was following my father to dinner after a long day at work. Normally, my dad drives kindof fast, sort of not like a grandpa. However, on this day, he was driving the speed limit. Just as they made it through the downtown square, my mom was pulled over for a burned out break light. The officer wrote her a ticket, and my Mom proceeded to the restaurant looking for my Dad.
Meanwhile, Dad had noticed that mom was no longer behind him. He turned around looking for her. My dad had barely made it through the downtown square, when the SAME police officer pulled him over for expired tags. My dad drives a 'new-to-him' jeep that is in the midst of being remodeled. A few weeks earlier, he had taken it to get new tags, but it had failed the emissions inspection. He was given paperwork to show that he is in the middle of making the jeep road ready and was told that this would prevent him from getting a ticket. The officer said he had never heard of such a thing, and proceeded to write my dad a ticket.
Mom and Dad had a good laugh with their tickets in hand. They will probably be able to have their tickets dismissed which is always good. I guess these sort of things run in the family.
Anyone up for a road trip?
As Kase and I started down the ramp, a police car came out of a hidden nook and pulled behind me. I immediately pulled over so that the officer could write me a ticket. Kase noticed that I had been pulled over, so he stopped as well. The officer asked me why I was racing another vechicle down the ramp. The officer's inquiry presents many questions: how do you "race" down a single lane exit ramp? What kind of race is it if I am directly behind the other car? If the other car was racing me, and in front of me, then wouldnt that car be going faster and shouldn't the officer have then pulled that car over instead of me? I informed him that I was not racing the other car, it was my boyfriend's car that I was following.
The officer then called another officer on his radio and proceeded to write me a ticket. The other officer showed up and then proceeded to write Kase a ticket!!! There are many issues with this: The first officer could not write Kase a ticket because you can only clock one car at a time speeding and he picked me. AND The second officer wasn't even there to witness any offenses, but wrote Kase a ticket. Do we all see the problems? Ok, good.
Kase and I had a good laugh with our tickets in hand. We were able to get the tickets dismissed which is always good. BUT the story does not end there....
A few years later (last week in fact) my mother was following my father to dinner after a long day at work. Normally, my dad drives kindof fast, sort of not like a grandpa. However, on this day, he was driving the speed limit. Just as they made it through the downtown square, my mom was pulled over for a burned out break light. The officer wrote her a ticket, and my Mom proceeded to the restaurant looking for my Dad.
Meanwhile, Dad had noticed that mom was no longer behind him. He turned around looking for her. My dad had barely made it through the downtown square, when the SAME police officer pulled him over for expired tags. My dad drives a 'new-to-him' jeep that is in the midst of being remodeled. A few weeks earlier, he had taken it to get new tags, but it had failed the emissions inspection. He was given paperwork to show that he is in the middle of making the jeep road ready and was told that this would prevent him from getting a ticket. The officer said he had never heard of such a thing, and proceeded to write my dad a ticket.
Mom and Dad had a good laugh with their tickets in hand. They will probably be able to have their tickets dismissed which is always good. I guess these sort of things run in the family.
Anyone up for a road trip?
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Move Along
Kase, my wonderful amazing superstar husband, had to do a project for school that involved editing some sort of homemade video. So, he rounded up two of his brothers plus a friend from church and his kid to make a masterpeice. My favorite part is the boys crazy outfits. If you'd like a good laugh, move along and click the link below:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNyM8LJ9Ix4
Movie Credits:
Singer: Scott (Kase's Brother)
Guitarist: Ryan aka Hot Pants (Kase's Brother)
Bassist: Ryan (our good friend who isn't too embarrassed to associate with us)
Drummer: Addison (Ryan's son, who rocks)
Director/Filmographer/Videographer/Writer: Kase aka K-Dawg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNyM8LJ9Ix4
Movie Credits:
Singer: Scott (Kase's Brother)
Guitarist: Ryan aka Hot Pants (Kase's Brother)
Bassist: Ryan (our good friend who isn't too embarrassed to associate with us)
Drummer: Addison (Ryan's son, who rocks)
Director/Filmographer/Videographer/Writer: Kase aka K-Dawg
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Hubbie Funnies
Last Friday, Kase went shopping and bought new shoes. New BROWN shoes. He was very excited about his purchase. He doesn't shop very much. According to him, they are the best shoes ever.
Sunday morning went like this: I was sick and decided to stay home from church. Before he left, Kase woke me up.
Kase: "How do I look?"
Me: "Hold on, I can't see yet" Opening my eyes. Finding my glasses so I can see.
He stood there. blue shirt. GREY pants. new BROWN shoes and BROWN belt.
Now let me say this. I am not a fashion expert, nor am I very picky. But BROWN and GREY together? Really? No, I don't like it.
Me: "Oh sweetie. Brown and Grey do not go together." Giggling.
Kase: "Yes they do. ....I mean, I really want to wear my new shoes."
Me: "They really don't go together, I mean, Grey is just a paler version of black so black shoes would probably look better."
Maybe a better wife would have said, sure go for it sweetie. I mean after all I wasn't going with him. But I just couldn't stand it.
Kase left the room for a minute and came back.
Kase: "Ok you are right." Changing his shoes, "I Googled it and the internet said no, they don't go together."
I am not sure if I should be more worried that he didn't believe me or that he asked Google.
Sunday morning went like this: I was sick and decided to stay home from church. Before he left, Kase woke me up.
Kase: "How do I look?"
Me: "Hold on, I can't see yet" Opening my eyes. Finding my glasses so I can see.
He stood there. blue shirt. GREY pants. new BROWN shoes and BROWN belt.
Now let me say this. I am not a fashion expert, nor am I very picky. But BROWN and GREY together? Really? No, I don't like it.
Me: "Oh sweetie. Brown and Grey do not go together." Giggling.
Kase: "Yes they do. ....I mean, I really want to wear my new shoes."
Me: "They really don't go together, I mean, Grey is just a paler version of black so black shoes would probably look better."
Maybe a better wife would have said, sure go for it sweetie. I mean after all I wasn't going with him. But I just couldn't stand it.
Kase left the room for a minute and came back.
Kase: "Ok you are right." Changing his shoes, "I Googled it and the internet said no, they don't go together."
I am not sure if I should be more worried that he didn't believe me or that he asked Google.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I am Grateful for...
Nearby Parking. I work downtown where there is not a lot of parking. Places charge a million dollars to park. I use to park in a free lot down by the river, under the bridge, until my catalytic converter was stolen off of my car. So now, everyday, I park about 6 blocks from work. It's up hill both ways, and across busy Henley street. It's sort of like playing frogger. (Don't worry Mom, I am exaggerating slightly.) You are suppose to pay $30 to park there, but I don't. It's a Methodist Church parking lot. So, effectively, I am stealing from a Church. Noone has ever asked me to pay, so I haven't. I don't really know what it's like to be able to just park outside the door of my everyday desired destination. The University of Tennessee has about 100 parking passes per parking spot, and the parking lots are not anywhere close to classes. Even at Walmart or Target, I am rarely able to find an empty close spot that isn't for expectant mothers or labeled handicapped. I have worked in the same building since 2003 and have had a long trek from my car. But I digress...
Sometimes, when it's raining, really really cold, or I am just lazy, I pay to park in the garage across the street from work. This has hazards of its own. I have to wait for about 15 minutes in the turn lane to turn onto the street for the garage. It never fails that someone in a mercedes or BMW pulls into the NON TURN LANE, around everyone who has been patiently waiting, and cuts us all off. I can feel my blood boiling in my ears as I plot ways to speed around these people and cut them off. Fortunately, I remind myself that they are probably a lawyer and that would be a bad idea. I am able to control myself and make it to the parking garage safely.
Once in the garage, I have to pay $7.00 to park! This equals lunch for two days, a (matinee) movie ticket, or dinner at taco bell. Seriously, that is a lot of money to pay! I mean, this garage has like 400 parking spots. At 7.00 a day that is $2,800.00 a day! That's Crazy! Did I mention that this garage is actually cheap compared to others downtown?
So after all the road rage and panic from spending too much money, I finally get to my desk at work needing a little break. Is the short walk to my car worth it? When I get off of work and don't have to walk 5 miles in the cold/rain/sleet/dark to play frogger across Henley Street. YES it is worth it.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Ho Ho Ho...
Last week Kase called me and told me he had the best surprise for me after work. I thought about it all day. What could it be?
When I arrived home he called and said he was on his way.
I waited... could it be an early Christmas gift? A new puppy? Chocolate? Flowers?
In the end, it turns out he was right. It was a great surprise.
He walked through the door wearing this:
It was a gigg he did for work.
I guess I should've left him some cookies.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Special K is funny
Dear Special K (aka my husband),
There are many reasons that I love you. You are
You make me laugh.
Even when you don't mean to.
Example: Saturday I made special treats for the kids at church. They're all alergic to something so I had to think of something easy and that wouldn't make one of the kids stop breathing. Later that night....
you: I hope none of the kids are allergic to corn (very seriously)
Me: Why? (very confused look on my face)
you: Well, the treats that you made are made with puffed corn. (still serious)
Me: ummmmmmm noooooo they are RICE CRISPIE TREATS made out of RICE not corn. (starting to laugh).
you: ohhh yeahhh.
I love it when you have stupid moments, they are the funniest of all.
Love, your smart wife
P.S. Should i tell the story about the raisenettes being vegetables? Maybe not. Maybe we should go over the food groups instead. See right now I'm laughing again!!! Look what you do.
P.S.S. I love you soooo much!!!!
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