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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Catching Up
There has been a lot going on lately, and I have not had the time to place anything funny or interesting on my blog in awhile. I will try to catch everyone up from where I left off!
Mom and I after the Iowa/Pitt game... relieved!
Mom working hard at filling the cupcake papers...
Finished Mint Choc. Cupcakes with light green swirl frosting, and Andes Mint garnish
Cherry cupcakes, with light pink, almond frosting, green leaf, and almond bark & choc. cherry shaped garnish.
In the process of me decorating the confetti cake cupcakes with white vanilla frosting.
Finished! With sprinkles!
Peanut Butter cupcakes with purple, grape flavored swirl frosting, and a light
Here is a mocha cupcake with mocha frosting and a choc. covered coffee bean on top.
I literally had to look for the last time I wrote a blog post. It was July 26th, or so it seems, and I know August has completely passed without a word!
August was alright. My sister Lauren has a birthday on the 1st. She is on
In August, there is also the infamous Iowa State Fair. I was not fortunate enough to attend the fair this year, however wanted to badly! I kept thinking I was going to be able to get there to see the animals, food competitions, sky glider, Ye Old Mill, eat the food, and people watch, but it never happened. I was thoroughly disappointed when the final Sunday arrived, and my cheap ticket was still burning a hole in my pocket. I didn’t make it there. I was sad! I heard a lot of fun stories about the fair this year, though. It’s a rare year I don’t make it to the fair. I think I have missed the fair a total of 3 times since I was born, probably. It’s part of me; it’s in my blood; it made me who I am. I appreciate the fair more than a lot of others do, and when they talk about the hot weather, crowded rides, and greasy food, I simply look at them, and say, “Don’t go, then! Give your tickets and your time to me, and I will enjoy every minute of it!” Anyway…
In August, BARS brought back a supervisor who I was well acquainted with in central region, of CWG. Well, I should take that back. We did not bring her back… she accepted a position in BARS, which is a completely different part of
September started off with a nice long, long, long and even more extended weekend. Over Labor Day, I took Thursday through Tuesday off. I needed to waste some vacation time, and get away from the monotony of work for a few days. It was a nice lapse in reality for me. I found myself enjoying the mornings, sleeping in and doing nothing. It was so disappointing having to come back to work. I love my job, don’t get me wrong, but getting up to come to work in the morning is not my favorite thing ever. I think there are a few people who might agree with me about their jobs as well.
The Hawkeyes also began their season that weekend. We played Tennessee Tech. The game was a complete blow out. I had to listen to part of it on the radio, as I was coming back from part of my weekend in
Last weekend, Mom and I were planning on making about 400 mini cupcakes for a birthday get together at my parents’ church on Sunday afternoon. We decided to watch the game, then decorate when the game was over. So… we are watching this awful game, against this team we are supposed to beat. Well, we weren’t beating them, AT ALL. It was awful. I am not sure what tea showed up that day, but it wasn’t Kirk Frentz’s team. I waited through half time and for part of the first part of the third quarter. I had given up at this point, and left the house to get Mom and I some Tsing Tsao for lunch. I, of course, had the game on the radio. “And Pitt gets another touchdown! Touchdown Pitt!” By this time, I was waiting for a train I had already cussed out for being in my way, and for making our food cold. When the announcer “announced” Pitt’s touchdown about 10 times, I about got about of my car and ran away. I think the people behind and in front of me were probably wonder what was wrong with me. They saw the license plates, and then their little
So! When I got back home, I decided to watch the rest of the game as I shoveled yummy Chinese in my mouth. My poor Mom probably through her child had been possessed. I think I had smoke coming from my ears for about 2 hours straight. But wait! Right at the end of the third ¼, I started to see some remnants of a team show up to play. Slowly but surely, the Hawkeyes trailed in, one by one, and late, by the way, to play their AT HOME game. We ended up winning the game. It was insane. I keep asking myself why I let the Hawks practically kill me every weekend with their games. My Mom and I were literally out of breath jumping up and down screaming, hugging, screaming, hugging… did I mention screaming and hugging? By the time we were done, we were out of breath, tired, and yet totally stoked that the Hawks had just pulled this game from the inner depths of their butts. Surprised I didn’t call ya’ll because I had had a heart attack. Ugh! Hopefully this game this coming weekend will be just as exciting, but different… if you know what I mean. No more heart attacks and not showing up for scheduled games.
Mom and I after the Iowa/Pitt game... relieved!I wanted to show the pics of the cupcakes Mom and I made. We had such a fun weekend together! They are below. I will label them so you can see what kinds we made. Enjoy!
I had a scrap booking get together for Jackie’s Stampin’ Up business. Mom and I are part of a group that buys items so many times a year and gets the hostess benefits when our month comes around. This month was my turn, and I had everyone meet at Mom’s for some snacks and some fun times. Here are the recipes of the items I made last night. I was happy with the recipes, and liked the snacks : ) Try them!
Have a good week, everyone.
Mom working hard at filling the cupcake papers...
Finished Mint Choc. Cupcakes with light green swirl frosting, and Andes Mint garnish
Cherry cupcakes, with light pink, almond frosting, green leaf, and almond bark & choc. cherry shaped garnish.
In the process of me decorating the confetti cake cupcakes with white vanilla frosting.
Finished! With sprinkles!
Peanut Butter cupcakes with purple, grape flavored swirl frosting, and a lightpeanut butter drizzle.
Pumpkin cupcakes, with swirly cream cheese frosting, and an almond bark pumpkin on top!
Almond bark pumpkins and cherries.
Pumpkin cupcakes, with swirly cream cheese frosting, and an almond bark pumpkin on top!
Almond bark pumpkins and cherries.
Here is a mocha cupcake with mocha frosting and a choc. covered coffee bean on top.Here are the recipes for what I made at my stamping party :)
Cheesy, Bacon, Ranch Dip
1 16oz AE Sour Cream
1 Pkg. Hidden Valley Ranch Dip Mix
1 Jar Hormel Real bacon Pieces (I used about ¾ of my jar)
1 Cup Sharp or Mild Cheddar Cheese Shredded
Mix the sour cream and ranch mix together thoroughly. Add the other ingredients one by one, and fold into the dip. Enjoy with crackers, pretzels, or chips! I bought Tricuits and Wheat Thins.
I also made two kinds of cake mix cookies. They are yum as well!
Chocolate Cake Mix Cookies
1 pkg Devils Food cake mix
2 eggs
1/3 cup oil
½ c powdered sugar
Mix cake mix, eggs, and oil together in bowl. Roll large tablespoon sized balls of dough through powdered sugar to coat the outside. Bake on cookie sheet for 6-8 mins. (depending on oven) at 375 degrees.
The lemon ones are the same recipe, but with a lemon cake mix.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Banana Chips
I was telling a friend today, at work, that in order for me to write a blog post, I need to have some sort of epiphany on some humorous level. Some people post everyday, boasting about their family's comings and goings… some post every few days/weeks about fun times in the pool and backyard bbq’s… and then there are those that post every so often, when something is so utterly ridiculous, that there is no other venue besides that of a “blog” to make mention of the incident.
I work with a very awesome person. Her name is Lori.
Now… Lori and I are pretty much in ca-hoots with one another. The way we talk, think, act… well we were probably twins in some other life. I have never met someone I get along with more, besides ANNE! It’s crazy. And, because Lori and I talk so much, she likes to walk over to my cubicle and vent/talk/crack up about the craziest things that go one here at work, at home, or wherever we may be.
Today, she walked up to my cube to talk about someone we are working with on a claim. No names being mentioned, however this person is dumb. Plain old dumb. We constantly have discussions that touch on the lack of brains people possess… common sense people, come freaking on. Really? I cannot even explain to you the number of times we have died laughing, usually yelling, about the lack of common sense in the general public. I guess we did vote in President Obama, and now the people that wanted “change” are being boo-ed. I guess I can’t be too surprised.
Anyway…
After ranting about this ridiculous individual, she so lightly touched on what she had gotten for lunch. She ordered a sandwich (sorry, don’t know what kind), and then was given a sample for a strawberry banana smoothie. She liked the smoothie and decided to order one of those as well.
***Before I continue… please note, when making a strawberry banana smoothie, you use fresh strawberries, fresh bananas, perhaps some yogurt, milk… and ice to hold everything together…
***Continuing now…
She received a fresh strawberry banana smoothie, with fresh strawberries, yogurt, milk, ice, and uh, what? Banana CHIPS?! Yes, and I say again… banana CHIPS. Who in their right mind would put banana chips in a smoothie? When she told me that she just looked at me for some kind of response and I was completely speechless. I guess I wasn’t aware that it was common to place trail mix in a smoothie. “Oh, Yum! What a delicious smoothie… wonder why I can’t suck anymore out of this straw. Oh! What’s that stuck to the bottom of the straw… what?... a cashew!?” Ya… hello! She ended up fishing all of them out of her cup, due to the saugability factor they were starting to take on. Gross.
I was so distraught and in awe over this whole ordeal, that I just sat there as she walked away laughing it up. I had figured out something to say, so I walked back over to her desk. I mentioned something about that "trail mix smoothie" to her, and she about fell off her chair with laughter. 5 minutes passed, I swear, as we both cried our eyes out, and dabbed at the black eye liner/mascara we were clumping up in the corners of our eyes. I finally walked away from it, and came straight back to my desk to make notes on wht to type out for this post. What a crock.
For everyone’s information, and taste buds, I have included a recipe for a smoothie that I like. There is no way in the world I am placing anything to do with strawberries on this blog. Allergic. ACK!
Enjoy!
Peachy Keen Smoothie
2 cups of sliced peaches
1/2 cup of fat free milk
1 cup lowfat peach yogurt
2 cups of ice
Dash of nutmeg
***Notice... there are no gardettos, mixed nuts, or cheetos in this smoothie. Save that crap for your Dairy Queen blizzard.
I work with a very awesome person. Her name is Lori.
Now… Lori and I are pretty much in ca-hoots with one another. The way we talk, think, act… well we were probably twins in some other life. I have never met someone I get along with more, besides ANNE! It’s crazy. And, because Lori and I talk so much, she likes to walk over to my cubicle and vent/talk/crack up about the craziest things that go one here at work, at home, or wherever we may be.
Today, she walked up to my cube to talk about someone we are working with on a claim. No names being mentioned, however this person is dumb. Plain old dumb. We constantly have discussions that touch on the lack of brains people possess… common sense people, come freaking on. Really? I cannot even explain to you the number of times we have died laughing, usually yelling, about the lack of common sense in the general public. I guess we did vote in President Obama, and now the people that wanted “change” are being boo-ed. I guess I can’t be too surprised.
Anyway…
After ranting about this ridiculous individual, she so lightly touched on what she had gotten for lunch. She ordered a sandwich (sorry, don’t know what kind), and then was given a sample for a strawberry banana smoothie. She liked the smoothie and decided to order one of those as well.
***Before I continue… please note, when making a strawberry banana smoothie, you use fresh strawberries, fresh bananas, perhaps some yogurt, milk… and ice to hold everything together…
***Continuing now…
She received a fresh strawberry banana smoothie, with fresh strawberries, yogurt, milk, ice, and uh, what? Banana CHIPS?! Yes, and I say again… banana CHIPS. Who in their right mind would put banana chips in a smoothie? When she told me that she just looked at me for some kind of response and I was completely speechless. I guess I wasn’t aware that it was common to place trail mix in a smoothie. “Oh, Yum! What a delicious smoothie… wonder why I can’t suck anymore out of this straw. Oh! What’s that stuck to the bottom of the straw… what?... a cashew!?” Ya… hello! She ended up fishing all of them out of her cup, due to the saugability factor they were starting to take on. Gross.
I was so distraught and in awe over this whole ordeal, that I just sat there as she walked away laughing it up. I had figured out something to say, so I walked back over to her desk. I mentioned something about that "trail mix smoothie" to her, and she about fell off her chair with laughter. 5 minutes passed, I swear, as we both cried our eyes out, and dabbed at the black eye liner/mascara we were clumping up in the corners of our eyes. I finally walked away from it, and came straight back to my desk to make notes on wht to type out for this post. What a crock.
For everyone’s information, and taste buds, I have included a recipe for a smoothie that I like. There is no way in the world I am placing anything to do with strawberries on this blog. Allergic. ACK!
Enjoy!
Peachy Keen Smoothie
2 cups of sliced peaches
1/2 cup of fat free milk
1 cup lowfat peach yogurt
2 cups of ice
Dash of nutmeg
***Notice... there are no gardettos, mixed nuts, or cheetos in this smoothie. Save that crap for your Dairy Queen blizzard.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Long Time No Blog
I honestly don’t know the last time that I posted on my blog. I guess I could look at the dates and see what they say… duh.
I don’t know what I want to talk about. I guess can talk about this:
I have been using my aunt’s camera the last few weeks to take pics of everything. For Mother’s Day I put together some photos for my Mom, Grandma, and Sister of Jules that I took one day at the park. I have also been taking other pictures around town as I hang out with people, and see different sights. I suppose I could post some of those for your viewing pleasure : )
Will post them soon.
Happy Monday!
I don’t know what I want to talk about. I guess can talk about this:
I have been using my aunt’s camera the last few weeks to take pics of everything. For Mother’s Day I put together some photos for my Mom, Grandma, and Sister of Jules that I took one day at the park. I have also been taking other pictures around town as I hang out with people, and see different sights. I suppose I could post some of those for your viewing pleasure : )
Will post them soon.
Happy Monday!
Monday, April 4, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
New Mexico Girls
Random nights should be recorded for laughable reasons. I sure do hope Anne reads this. It is for her, after all.
So… I decided to help Anne and Sarah out at their new place on Wednesday night, as they were able to paint their new apartment! It even gave them some kind of discount…so, sounds good to me! So, Anne picked me up after work, and we proceeded to head to Wal Mart, where we bought some needed items. We then headed to Polk City where her new place is located. The place is so sweet! The colors Anne had picked out for the walls were perfect, and everything was coming together very nicely.
When we arrived, Sarah was already there painting. Anne had me start in her bathroom, while she worked on the rest of the kitchen. So glad the girls stayed out in the other room, as something I had eaten did not agree with my butt. I felt so bad, but Annt just told me it was life, and that I was allowed to be the first one to “christen” her apartment… kind of. :o/
Anyways… she picked this light silvery color for her bathroom, which made the walls look clean and crisp. The color, though, was not applied as well as it could have been, so I think a third coat is in order. May just be the color. Not sure. She was basically happy with it, so I left it alone. We were joking around all night, and listening to music. She would randomly come in the bathroom with her fist up to her mouth and lip sync this terrible Lady GaGa song that we are obsessed with… it was great. Or… Michael Buble would come on, and we would prance about the apartment, and sing… fun fun fun. We were hungry, so by the time the fist coat was starting to dry in the bathroom, Anne and I decided to head out to Ankeny to grab something to munch on. We needed a cocktail, but settled for Smash Burger instead. She had never been there, and I think she was impressed. The one on 22nd is better than the Ankeny location, but, oh well!
So… Anne got an accident about a week ago. She has been struggling with an unnamed insurance company to get her car taken care of, amongst other things. (no mentioning) Anyway – she has a rental, as her car is now in the shop. So, we were driving round in this 2010 Nissan Altima, white, cute, roomie, and smelled like a really hot guy drove it last. Not sure if he drove it, or if he just sprayed his smell in it, but regardless, we opened the car doors and we just looked at each other and said, “Yeah!”
So, I asked her if I could drive it to Wal Mart from Smash Burger. She said, ‘sure!’ and I just climbed on in. The car has a push start, as well; freaking cool! I scooted on down the road about, literally, one block, when all of a sudden I saw in my rearview mirror flashing lights. Are you serious? What the heck have I done now? So… I stopped, placed the buggie in park, and then as the copper came up to the window, I couldn't even find the window button to roll the p.o.s down! Gah! I looked like a complete moron. He asked me, “Well, hello, ladies; and do you know why I pulled you over tonight?” I literally looked at him for a second, and thought to myself, uh, because we are cute?? No freaking clue! That stupid, nice, cute, brand new car did not have automatic lights. Dumb. So, as I was “scooting” down the road, ever so joyfully, I had ever so conveniently forgotten to turn on my lights. He asked for the rental agreement, our licenses, and my proof of ins. He took our stuff back to his car, after joking around with us about finding drunks, and wanting to make sure we weren’t wanted for anything too horrible. Of course, Anne and I wanted to run with that one, but we just kept our mouths shut, for the most part. Funny.
Anne and I were talking in the car as the officer checked us out (not like checked us out, but more like made sure we weren’t wanted for murder…whatever). As we were talking, Anne would randomly yell, “HI!!!” or “HELLO!! YEP! LOOK AT US!!” I about died the third time she did that, and she began to wave at this car full of people next to us, staring at us in our rental. Still makes me chuckle thinking about it. She would just interrupt, and scream “OH, HI!!” and wave like a little kid in kindergarten. Oh, did I forget to mention that the car did NOT have Iowa plates on it? Oh, no. It had New Mexico plates on it… most random state ever, and as we were sitting in it, I felt as if people were judging us because of our plates that represented a state that was bit to close to Me-hee-ko for my taste. Then, there’s Anne, yelling and screaming, waving at the Iowan passerby’s. Yep! We are from New Mexico! Apparently the people down there are irregularly friendly to people who are driving next to them? Hahaaa… no clue. If they found out we were actually Iowa cooked, they may have changed their minds about us being so crazy. So… the cop came back, and gave us our stuff. He gave me a “warning” that literally stated, ‘failure to use headlights.’ Whatever. Operator error. I felt like a moron trolling into the paring Walmart parking lot… good times. We went back, painted some more, and then she took me home.
Good night….
I was at work yesterday, who knew! My boss came around and asked if Lori and I wanted to have lunch with him and some other guys from our team. We said, sure!, and we all met up at The Game to watch some NCAA first round games. I completed a bracket for the first time in several years, so hopefully I picked wisely. Anyways, our President is going on this trip, and is needing a passport, so Lori and I left to get the papers for him. We walked into the post office on 100th, and the two guys standing behind the counter said, “Well, look! Our dates just walked in!” The one guy chimed in, “Yep, I will take the tall pretty one…” Lori and I looked at each other, thinking, who t.h. is that? Well, the guy was talking about me, and so the other guy promptly chimed in, “Well, I take the even hotter one next to her…” Lori just walked away, not amused, and grabbed the papers we needed for Terry. I had to buy some stamps from the dude who called me ‘tall, and pretty,’ and boy was that awkward. He asked me if I was 14, and I told him I was about 13 ½. Then he said something along the lines of, “So, you two aren’t sisters?” Rolling our eyes, we hussle out of that atmosphere to only hear, “Hey Ladies! Did you hear the one about the Irish guy who left the bar?” I turned and said, “Um… nope.” He said, “Ya, me either!!!” The two guys bent over in laughter, Lori and I retreated back to the safety of my granny mobile, and we took off, complaining the whole way back to work. Lori was just on a roll about how they were really good at digging themselves just a little bit deeper and deeper. I told her they should have just rented a back hoe and saved their backs from the shoveling. They were going down hill that fast… bad bad bad.
Well, this weekend, Todd is having his nephews come stay over, so I will be there with them for the majority of the weekend. Will post some pics of my new place soon. I would also like to post some pics of Anne’s b-day party, but I haven’t gotten that far yet :o) I will one day be caught up. Until then, everyone can just deal with my lack of time and motivation to update this every single day.
Have a good one!!
So… I decided to help Anne and Sarah out at their new place on Wednesday night, as they were able to paint their new apartment! It even gave them some kind of discount…so, sounds good to me! So, Anne picked me up after work, and we proceeded to head to Wal Mart, where we bought some needed items. We then headed to Polk City where her new place is located. The place is so sweet! The colors Anne had picked out for the walls were perfect, and everything was coming together very nicely.
When we arrived, Sarah was already there painting. Anne had me start in her bathroom, while she worked on the rest of the kitchen. So glad the girls stayed out in the other room, as something I had eaten did not agree with my butt. I felt so bad, but Annt just told me it was life, and that I was allowed to be the first one to “christen” her apartment… kind of. :o/
Anyways… she picked this light silvery color for her bathroom, which made the walls look clean and crisp. The color, though, was not applied as well as it could have been, so I think a third coat is in order. May just be the color. Not sure. She was basically happy with it, so I left it alone. We were joking around all night, and listening to music. She would randomly come in the bathroom with her fist up to her mouth and lip sync this terrible Lady GaGa song that we are obsessed with… it was great. Or… Michael Buble would come on, and we would prance about the apartment, and sing… fun fun fun. We were hungry, so by the time the fist coat was starting to dry in the bathroom, Anne and I decided to head out to Ankeny to grab something to munch on. We needed a cocktail, but settled for Smash Burger instead. She had never been there, and I think she was impressed. The one on 22nd is better than the Ankeny location, but, oh well!
So… Anne got an accident about a week ago. She has been struggling with an unnamed insurance company to get her car taken care of, amongst other things. (no mentioning) Anyway – she has a rental, as her car is now in the shop. So, we were driving round in this 2010 Nissan Altima, white, cute, roomie, and smelled like a really hot guy drove it last. Not sure if he drove it, or if he just sprayed his smell in it, but regardless, we opened the car doors and we just looked at each other and said, “Yeah!”
So, I asked her if I could drive it to Wal Mart from Smash Burger. She said, ‘sure!’ and I just climbed on in. The car has a push start, as well; freaking cool! I scooted on down the road about, literally, one block, when all of a sudden I saw in my rearview mirror flashing lights. Are you serious? What the heck have I done now? So… I stopped, placed the buggie in park, and then as the copper came up to the window, I couldn't even find the window button to roll the p.o.s down! Gah! I looked like a complete moron. He asked me, “Well, hello, ladies; and do you know why I pulled you over tonight?” I literally looked at him for a second, and thought to myself, uh, because we are cute?? No freaking clue! That stupid, nice, cute, brand new car did not have automatic lights. Dumb. So, as I was “scooting” down the road, ever so joyfully, I had ever so conveniently forgotten to turn on my lights. He asked for the rental agreement, our licenses, and my proof of ins. He took our stuff back to his car, after joking around with us about finding drunks, and wanting to make sure we weren’t wanted for anything too horrible. Of course, Anne and I wanted to run with that one, but we just kept our mouths shut, for the most part. Funny.
Anne and I were talking in the car as the officer checked us out (not like checked us out, but more like made sure we weren’t wanted for murder…whatever). As we were talking, Anne would randomly yell, “HI!!!” or “HELLO!! YEP! LOOK AT US!!” I about died the third time she did that, and she began to wave at this car full of people next to us, staring at us in our rental. Still makes me chuckle thinking about it. She would just interrupt, and scream “OH, HI!!” and wave like a little kid in kindergarten. Oh, did I forget to mention that the car did NOT have Iowa plates on it? Oh, no. It had New Mexico plates on it… most random state ever, and as we were sitting in it, I felt as if people were judging us because of our plates that represented a state that was bit to close to Me-hee-ko for my taste. Then, there’s Anne, yelling and screaming, waving at the Iowan passerby’s. Yep! We are from New Mexico! Apparently the people down there are irregularly friendly to people who are driving next to them? Hahaaa… no clue. If they found out we were actually Iowa cooked, they may have changed their minds about us being so crazy. So… the cop came back, and gave us our stuff. He gave me a “warning” that literally stated, ‘failure to use headlights.’ Whatever. Operator error. I felt like a moron trolling into the paring Walmart parking lot… good times. We went back, painted some more, and then she took me home.
Good night….
I was at work yesterday, who knew! My boss came around and asked if Lori and I wanted to have lunch with him and some other guys from our team. We said, sure!, and we all met up at The Game to watch some NCAA first round games. I completed a bracket for the first time in several years, so hopefully I picked wisely. Anyways, our President is going on this trip, and is needing a passport, so Lori and I left to get the papers for him. We walked into the post office on 100th, and the two guys standing behind the counter said, “Well, look! Our dates just walked in!” The one guy chimed in, “Yep, I will take the tall pretty one…” Lori and I looked at each other, thinking, who t.h. is that? Well, the guy was talking about me, and so the other guy promptly chimed in, “Well, I take the even hotter one next to her…” Lori just walked away, not amused, and grabbed the papers we needed for Terry. I had to buy some stamps from the dude who called me ‘tall, and pretty,’ and boy was that awkward. He asked me if I was 14, and I told him I was about 13 ½. Then he said something along the lines of, “So, you two aren’t sisters?” Rolling our eyes, we hussle out of that atmosphere to only hear, “Hey Ladies! Did you hear the one about the Irish guy who left the bar?” I turned and said, “Um… nope.” He said, “Ya, me either!!!” The two guys bent over in laughter, Lori and I retreated back to the safety of my granny mobile, and we took off, complaining the whole way back to work. Lori was just on a roll about how they were really good at digging themselves just a little bit deeper and deeper. I told her they should have just rented a back hoe and saved their backs from the shoveling. They were going down hill that fast… bad bad bad.
Well, this weekend, Todd is having his nephews come stay over, so I will be there with them for the majority of the weekend. Will post some pics of my new place soon. I would also like to post some pics of Anne’s b-day party, but I haven’t gotten that far yet :o) I will one day be caught up. Until then, everyone can just deal with my lack of time and motivation to update this every single day.
Have a good one!!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Poop Water and Boogers
I have been moved into my new place for a few weeks now. I am planning getting some photos up on this blog as soon as I can. I just found my camera, as I was not sure where I had packed it! I just got new dishes in the mail, and will place photos of them on here as well…
School has been nerve wracking. I am taking three more classes to end this stupid 2 year degree, already, and will be done in May… IF I pass. I am having a really hard time in my Western Civ class for some reason. Not sure if I am just not motivated, or what, but I have the lowest C possible for that class! I have to get C’s or better in order to not have to pay back CWG. Suck. I think I am getting an A in my Environmental Science class and lab, though!
Speaking on Env. Science, Monday, our class was supposed to visit a waste water treatment plant on Vandalia. We have groups in our lab class, and as a group we went out to this plant. I was with my group and we chatted all the way there about things not worth mentioning… they aren’t bad, they are just… well, boring! UNTIL, we saw… I’m changing that… I SAW, this woman driving a white car going through downtown DSM on the freeway. We were passing her, and as I glanced to the side, she had her left hand half way up her nose and her other hand was being occupied by her cell phone. Now, we are on the freeway… driving at least 55mph, and she is talking on her cell AND digging for gold?? We were all staring at her as she must have been competing for a world record of sorts, because no sane human being would be digging for gold and driving and talking on her cell.
Anyways, everyone thought we would be inside, since that is what tours consist of in normal societies, and since so many of us have been to waste water treatment plants before (NOT!), we knew EXACTLY what to expect… We were outside for over an hour in the cold. My nose will not stop running. My thighs were so cold, that I felt like I was burning fat off my body when I got into the tub that night. We walked around with this guide, who was very knowledgeable. He has worked there for many years and was very good at explaining the process. He had a very large mouth though, and said, “AAAaaaaaaannnd, UUUUUUUUUUUm” a lot. He was nice.
So we walked around smelling the poop, watched as the oxygen was pumped into the poop water, and then watched the process by which these little bacteria eat all the poop to make the water clean again. No more poop water! And let me tell you, there wasn’t just poop in that poop water… there were rocks, sticks, tampons, and a whole lot more not worth mentioning. We made our prof. laugh when we noted the tampons floating around. I guess all of that gets scooped out eventually, in one phase of the process. Gross. Finally, we saw the end result of the ‘clean’ water that is pumped back into the Des Moines River. I thought pumping the clean water into the river was a waste of money. It was just going to become poop all over again, and the river has a higher ‘dirty’ rate than the water that they are cleaning… Whatever. I will not always understand life. I do know this, however… If my cousin Aaron is reading this, which I am sure he isn’t, I would like to thank him for the colorful comment on my facebook status about touring the facility… (You know, your s**t is their bread and butter!) I placed a ‘thumbs up’ on that likable comment and kept on a movin.’ Got back to class, and there we were lectured on the chapters we are going to review after Spring Break. I like my prof. in that class. She is a very understanding person, and if you are up to date on your work, and tell her when you are gone, she accommodates. Thank you Prof. Wirth!
One thing that I was thinking about posting the other day just came to mind. While writing about the lady with her arm up her nose, I was reminded of how stupid people are. I was sitting at a stop light… repeat, a STOP light, and was about to get onto I-35S to go to DMACC. There are these cars that keep inching forward like its going to make the light change colors. Give me a break. It’s like, “Can’t you freaking hold your foot on the brake for more than 5 seconds at a time?” Seriously! There was a guy in a blue Ford Escape, inching, inching, inching, inching… If I were the guy in front of him, I would have slammed my car into reverse and began slowly inching, inching, and inching back until his bumper was about ½ in. from mine, and then see how he liked it. UGH! I mean this guy was not from Iowa, and was a horrible driver anyway, but give me a break. They are going to make their passengers puke with that crap.
Pet Peeves… Here we are. Since I noted the one above, I am going to mention a few more, plus some random phobia things I have.
#1 People inching forward at intersections acting like their tire movement is going to change the light, and change the world.
#2 Stupid questions. People say that there is no such thing as a stupid question. I beg to differ. There are plenty… PLENTY of stupid questions, and I will be the first to admit I have asked my fair share of them. People use that excuse just to hear themselves talk. There are some kids in my science class that will never shut up. I have wanted to walk over to him, punch him in the back of the head, and then walk back to my seat. SHUT UP! No one cares; dude… the questions are all hypothetical and completely irrelevant. GAH!
#3 I hate escalators. Don’t ask me why, I just do. It takes the right step for me to step on them. Then I feel as if I am going to be sucked in by them at the bottom or the top. Scary.
#4 Pouring water makes me gag reflex start to move… I first noticed this when I was watching the movie Mulan about a bazillion years ago. There is a scene in the beginning where Mulan is pouring her family some tea, and there is no music and no one is talking. She pour the tea, and that sound made me want to jump out of my skin. Now… pouring a glass of milk, wine, water… whatever… I shutter, and people just look at me like I am some kind of freak. Life, people, life throws random crap into your life that you can’t explain. Deal.
Well, if that wasn’t a random post, than I don’t know what is! Enjoy the read. I will try and post pics sometime soon <3
School has been nerve wracking. I am taking three more classes to end this stupid 2 year degree, already, and will be done in May… IF I pass. I am having a really hard time in my Western Civ class for some reason. Not sure if I am just not motivated, or what, but I have the lowest C possible for that class! I have to get C’s or better in order to not have to pay back CWG. Suck. I think I am getting an A in my Environmental Science class and lab, though!
Speaking on Env. Science, Monday, our class was supposed to visit a waste water treatment plant on Vandalia. We have groups in our lab class, and as a group we went out to this plant. I was with my group and we chatted all the way there about things not worth mentioning… they aren’t bad, they are just… well, boring! UNTIL, we saw… I’m changing that… I SAW, this woman driving a white car going through downtown DSM on the freeway. We were passing her, and as I glanced to the side, she had her left hand half way up her nose and her other hand was being occupied by her cell phone. Now, we are on the freeway… driving at least 55mph, and she is talking on her cell AND digging for gold?? We were all staring at her as she must have been competing for a world record of sorts, because no sane human being would be digging for gold and driving and talking on her cell.
Anyways, everyone thought we would be inside, since that is what tours consist of in normal societies, and since so many of us have been to waste water treatment plants before (NOT!), we knew EXACTLY what to expect… We were outside for over an hour in the cold. My nose will not stop running. My thighs were so cold, that I felt like I was burning fat off my body when I got into the tub that night. We walked around with this guide, who was very knowledgeable. He has worked there for many years and was very good at explaining the process. He had a very large mouth though, and said, “AAAaaaaaaannnd, UUUUUUUUUUUm” a lot. He was nice.
So we walked around smelling the poop, watched as the oxygen was pumped into the poop water, and then watched the process by which these little bacteria eat all the poop to make the water clean again. No more poop water! And let me tell you, there wasn’t just poop in that poop water… there were rocks, sticks, tampons, and a whole lot more not worth mentioning. We made our prof. laugh when we noted the tampons floating around. I guess all of that gets scooped out eventually, in one phase of the process. Gross. Finally, we saw the end result of the ‘clean’ water that is pumped back into the Des Moines River. I thought pumping the clean water into the river was a waste of money. It was just going to become poop all over again, and the river has a higher ‘dirty’ rate than the water that they are cleaning… Whatever. I will not always understand life. I do know this, however… If my cousin Aaron is reading this, which I am sure he isn’t, I would like to thank him for the colorful comment on my facebook status about touring the facility… (You know, your s**t is their bread and butter!) I placed a ‘thumbs up’ on that likable comment and kept on a movin.’ Got back to class, and there we were lectured on the chapters we are going to review after Spring Break. I like my prof. in that class. She is a very understanding person, and if you are up to date on your work, and tell her when you are gone, she accommodates. Thank you Prof. Wirth!
One thing that I was thinking about posting the other day just came to mind. While writing about the lady with her arm up her nose, I was reminded of how stupid people are. I was sitting at a stop light… repeat, a STOP light, and was about to get onto I-35S to go to DMACC. There are these cars that keep inching forward like its going to make the light change colors. Give me a break. It’s like, “Can’t you freaking hold your foot on the brake for more than 5 seconds at a time?” Seriously! There was a guy in a blue Ford Escape, inching, inching, inching, inching… If I were the guy in front of him, I would have slammed my car into reverse and began slowly inching, inching, and inching back until his bumper was about ½ in. from mine, and then see how he liked it. UGH! I mean this guy was not from Iowa, and was a horrible driver anyway, but give me a break. They are going to make their passengers puke with that crap.
Pet Peeves… Here we are. Since I noted the one above, I am going to mention a few more, plus some random phobia things I have.
#1 People inching forward at intersections acting like their tire movement is going to change the light, and change the world.
#2 Stupid questions. People say that there is no such thing as a stupid question. I beg to differ. There are plenty… PLENTY of stupid questions, and I will be the first to admit I have asked my fair share of them. People use that excuse just to hear themselves talk. There are some kids in my science class that will never shut up. I have wanted to walk over to him, punch him in the back of the head, and then walk back to my seat. SHUT UP! No one cares; dude… the questions are all hypothetical and completely irrelevant. GAH!
#3 I hate escalators. Don’t ask me why, I just do. It takes the right step for me to step on them. Then I feel as if I am going to be sucked in by them at the bottom or the top. Scary.
#4 Pouring water makes me gag reflex start to move… I first noticed this when I was watching the movie Mulan about a bazillion years ago. There is a scene in the beginning where Mulan is pouring her family some tea, and there is no music and no one is talking. She pour the tea, and that sound made me want to jump out of my skin. Now… pouring a glass of milk, wine, water… whatever… I shutter, and people just look at me like I am some kind of freak. Life, people, life throws random crap into your life that you can’t explain. Deal.
Well, if that wasn’t a random post, than I don’t know what is! Enjoy the read. I will try and post pics sometime soon <3
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