So I am taking a few minutes out of my UBER productive morning to spend a little time on the blog. I find that when I am avoiding homework I turn to cleaning... I know right... who does that?! So the entire house is clean and fresh... now to blog, maybe get the mail, go to the gym.... then get some reading done.
As promised, I am posting some photos of the house. We are finally getting all settled in, getting into the swing of school for me and work travel for Ryan. Arizona is defiantly a different place than Cali, and I'm both loving it and really missing CA. More than anything I am finding I miss my family and my pup. I call Gram at least 43243256 times a week and she doesn't seem to mind so that's good!
Showing posts with label adventures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventures. Show all posts
A week in recap
It has officially been one week. One week since I have been in Phoenix. What a week this has been.
Here are a few things that happened// I learned//I accidentally did but it wasn't totally my fault, this week. (Sorry this is a novel, and not even a good novel about a gnome say, who goes on a mission to find himself in a foreign land and discovers love, Nutella and a secret wizard.)
Here are a few things that happened// I learned//
Moving update.
Just a quick update amidst the chaos that is moving.
So far we have moved into the new place. Gotten semi set up, bought a kitchen table, and have learned about little thing called scorpions. What in the world?!?!
More details and house photos to come if the scorpions don't get me. Just wanted to take a moment to let everyone know we are alive and well and working on making this little house our little home.
So far we have moved into the new place. Gotten semi set up, bought a kitchen table, and have learned about little thing called scorpions. What in the world?!?!
More details and house photos to come if the scorpions don't get me. Just wanted to take a moment to let everyone know we are alive and well and working on making this little house our little home.
People of Target
So, as I get ready for the big move, to a brand new state, I figured I'd take a quick break from buzzing around my house like a cracked out humming bird, to update you on some shenanigans that happened today.
Have you heard about that blog People of Wal Mart? Well let me tell you about my People of Target experience.
Now let me start with this: I LOVE TARGET. There is always something INEED and cannot live without so don't make me Ryan! want and there is always something new. Today however, target took a turn for the ... interesting.
Cue: Lady with no shoes. I'm standing in line... minding my own business and debating what else I could possible get without Ryan killing me because frankly why do I buy more stuff when we are packing everything up to move anyways? (I have a problem)! I look over and there is a mid fifties woman without shoes. No shoes. None in sight. Just walking around Target. Like it's no big thing. The worst part? Her daughter was with her. And didn't even care! No one wanted to tell her that she was missing a key piece of her ensemble?! Guess not.
After the shoeless wonder I FINALLY made it to the register. Side note: don't you hate how every time you get to any register you do the register dance. The one where you become a statistics whiz in your head, calculating the amount of items in a basket, times the amount of people in front of you, times the average speed of the planet Venus, minus cake? Yeah, you know what I mean, where you calculate the PERECT line that will be fastest and shortest... only to be DEAD WRONG and end up behind the COUPON lady! Yeah... that happened. So imagine how excited I am when a cashier comes up to me and goes "I'll help you here!"
Pretty damn excited.... She rings up my items. $51.60. I have $50 in cash in my wallet. I hand her that $50 and tell her I want to put the rest on my card (I know, don't judge). You would assume this is an easy request? NO! She somehow puts $54 into her computer and tries to give me BACK $2 and some change. I politely tell her that I actually owe her money. She doesn't get it and tries to give me more money back. She eventually tries to hand me $54 dollars. I am trying to explain I gave her only $50. So she hands me $50, does NOT zero out my transaction, and sends me to customer services.
What?!?! I now have $50 dollars and a basket of goods that I have a receipt for. (Don't freak out... I paid for it!) But because of Karma, the Universe, and being a generally good person, I went to customer service and properly paid.
I will say this, for fact that Ilive at love Target, that was probably the weirdest trip I have ever been on.
Now back to your regular programing and my annoying packing.
Have you heard about that blog People of Wal Mart? Well let me tell you about my People of Target experience.
Now let me start with this: I LOVE TARGET. There is always something I
Cue: Lady with no shoes. I'm standing in line... minding my own business and debating what else I could possible get without Ryan killing me because frankly why do I buy more stuff when we are packing everything up to move anyways? (I have a problem)! I look over and there is a mid fifties woman without shoes. No shoes. None in sight. Just walking around Target. Like it's no big thing. The worst part? Her daughter was with her. And didn't even care! No one wanted to tell her that she was missing a key piece of her ensemble?! Guess not.
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| My covert photo skills were not up to par, but she is in fact not wearing ANY shoes. |
After the shoeless wonder I FINALLY made it to the register. Side note: don't you hate how every time you get to any register you do the register dance. The one where you become a statistics whiz in your head, calculating the amount of items in a basket, times the amount of people in front of you, times the average speed of the planet Venus, minus cake? Yeah, you know what I mean, where you calculate the PERECT line that will be fastest and shortest... only to be DEAD WRONG and end up behind the COUPON lady! Yeah... that happened. So imagine how excited I am when a cashier comes up to me and goes "I'll help you here!"
Pretty damn excited.... She rings up my items. $51.60. I have $50 in cash in my wallet. I hand her that $50 and tell her I want to put the rest on my card (I know, don't judge). You would assume this is an easy request? NO! She somehow puts $54 into her computer and tries to give me BACK $2 and some change. I politely tell her that I actually owe her money. She doesn't get it and tries to give me more money back. She eventually tries to hand me $54 dollars. I am trying to explain I gave her only $50. So she hands me $50, does NOT zero out my transaction, and sends me to customer services.
What?!?! I now have $50 dollars and a basket of goods that I have a receipt for. (Don't freak out... I paid for it!) But because of Karma, the Universe, and being a generally good person, I went to customer service and properly paid.
I will say this, for fact that I
Now back to your regular programing and my annoying packing.
Cha Cha Cha Changes.....
So remember a while ago when I told everyone I had applied for a transfer... Well I got accepted to two schools: Wester State (in California) and Arizona Summit (in... Arizona).
I have accepted my admission to Arizona Summit Law School and I start in September. I am very excited because this is an American Bar Accredited school with a great Bar pass rate. It is a beautiful location and the admissions really seem to want me to attend where as Western seemed put off by taking my transfer units.
I am both excited and nervous about this. Ryan and I are moving at the end of this month to Phoenix. It is terrifying because I have never been more than an hour away from my Gram at any given time. Were it not for Gram, this decision would be simple. But having spoken to my lovely Gram about it, she reminded me that she went 4000 miles from France to America, not knowing anyone other than my Grampy and did fine so according to her "what's one state!" According to Gram, if I don't make this move for my future she will put her shoe in my ass! And she can do that, for being 4'11", she can actually still kick my ass.
In the coming weeks we are going to be crazy busy in preparation for our big move!
Here are a few pros and cons that I have cleaned about the fine state of Arizona:
Pros:
- Thunder storms. This is obviously exciting because we hardly get there here is So Cal.
- Ryan's parents!: Ryan has the EBST parents and I am super excited to get to spend more time with them.
- Amazing school: The school is great and I can focus strictly on school for a while. I'm excited because I have always wanted to take extra projects like moot court or interning and now I'll have the opportunity to do more for my future.
There are tons of pros but they are not as funny and there are too many to list anyways. But let's just say I am so excited! (assuming the dust clouds and heat don't kill me upon arrival)
Cons:
-Dust Clouds of Death (aka Haboobs): I have never seen one of these in person but from what I have gleaned from the internet, it is a GIANT wall ofdeath dust. I asked my friend what to do if I get stuck in one while driving... "cry".
- Heat: it is hotter than Africa in Arizona, but I'm told it is a "dry heat", whatever that means. No idea how I will deal with this, except that we will have air-conditioning. Have I mentioned that whomever designed the homes/apartments near the ocean needs to be shot. Who doesn't put an air conditioner in an apartment!! It is a sauna in my apartment so I assume I'm just preparing for Arizona.
-Not being near Gram: Who else is going to literally kick me in the butt, and let me sit in her lap like a child and cry when I need to. Who else will wake me up standing right in front of my face with a hot cup of Gram's Coffee. Who else will laugh at me and keep me in line?
I have accepted my admission to Arizona Summit Law School and I start in September. I am very excited because this is an American Bar Accredited school with a great Bar pass rate. It is a beautiful location and the admissions really seem to want me to attend where as Western seemed put off by taking my transfer units.
I am both excited and nervous about this. Ryan and I are moving at the end of this month to Phoenix. It is terrifying because I have never been more than an hour away from my Gram at any given time. Were it not for Gram, this decision would be simple. But having spoken to my lovely Gram about it, she reminded me that she went 4000 miles from France to America, not knowing anyone other than my Grampy and did fine so according to her "what's one state!" According to Gram, if I don't make this move for my future she will put her shoe in my ass! And she can do that, for being 4'11", she can actually still kick my ass.
In the coming weeks we are going to be crazy busy in preparation for our big move!
Here are a few pros and cons that I have cleaned about the fine state of Arizona:
Pros:
- Thunder storms. This is obviously exciting because we hardly get there here is So Cal.
- Ryan's parents!: Ryan has the EBST parents and I am super excited to get to spend more time with them.
- Amazing school: The school is great and I can focus strictly on school for a while. I'm excited because I have always wanted to take extra projects like moot court or interning and now I'll have the opportunity to do more for my future.
There are tons of pros but they are not as funny and there are too many to list anyways. But let's just say I am so excited! (assuming the dust clouds and heat don't kill me upon arrival)
Cons:
-Dust Clouds of Death (aka Haboobs): I have never seen one of these in person but from what I have gleaned from the internet, it is a GIANT wall of
- Heat: it is hotter than Africa in Arizona, but I'm told it is a "dry heat", whatever that means. No idea how I will deal with this, except that we will have air-conditioning. Have I mentioned that whomever designed the homes/apartments near the ocean needs to be shot. Who doesn't put an air conditioner in an apartment!! It is a sauna in my apartment so I assume I'm just preparing for Arizona.
-Not being near Gram: Who else is going to literally kick me in the butt, and let me sit in her lap like a child and cry when I need to. Who else will wake me up standing right in front of my face with a hot cup of Gram's Coffee. Who else will laugh at me and keep me in line?
The mouse that hybernated
I am terrible! I have not blogged in forever. It's not that nothing fun (completely freaking ridiculous) ever happens to me, I just am too much in the moment to remember to write it down.
So yesterday I ended up at my friend Erin's house after work. Being mischievous as we are I decided to take her brother's computer mouse, navigate through all the wires of his vast computer fortress, and hide it for the sake of entertainment.
Now let me say this... Riley has a vast computer set up, and he has tons of stuff wired to that giant box that is the computer, but a mouse is pretty much key.
We hear him enter his room, sit down in the computer chair and then go "Where is my mouse?!?!?"
Erin and I proceed to hide in the pantry under the guise of looking for tomato sauce for dinner, trying not to look guilty as sin! Ry comes out and states "I know you took it!" to which Erin's son goes "Des didn't hide it!"
GUILTY!
I proceeded to give Riley clues on where to find his precious mouse.
"He was tired, so I put him to bed..."
"He wanted to hibernate in a warm, dark place...."
"He is sammiched between two fluffy clouds..."
Riley looked and looked but did not think to look between the mattresses. I sat for a good 30 mins giving hints I thought were marvelous... and let's face it... I'm so brilliant, but he did not get any of them!
So what was the clue that finally brought the good mouse home you may ask? "Where would you hide your playboys?"
So yesterday I ended up at my friend Erin's house after work. Being mischievous as we are I decided to take her brother's computer mouse, navigate through all the wires of his vast computer fortress, and hide it for the sake of entertainment.
Now let me say this... Riley has a vast computer set up, and he has tons of stuff wired to that giant box that is the computer, but a mouse is pretty much key.
We hear him enter his room, sit down in the computer chair and then go "Where is my mouse?!?!?"
Erin and I proceed to hide in the pantry under the guise of looking for tomato sauce for dinner, trying not to look guilty as sin! Ry comes out and states "I know you took it!" to which Erin's son goes "Des didn't hide it!"
GUILTY!
I proceeded to give Riley clues on where to find his precious mouse.
"He was tired, so I put him to bed..."
"He wanted to hibernate in a warm, dark place...."
"He is sammiched between two fluffy clouds..."
Riley looked and looked but did not think to look between the mattresses. I sat for a good 30 mins giving hints I thought were marvelous... and let's face it... I'm so brilliant, but he did not get any of them!
So what was the clue that finally brought the good mouse home you may ask? "Where would you hide your playboys?"
Hold onto your Cell Phone boys and girls
Happy Sunday Poppets,
Ever wondered what it's like to be that person who slows up a flight? Yeah.... that was me this weekend.
So it started with this photo here:
Whenever we see fashion FAILS, my friend Erin and I immediately text them to one another then proceed to comment as if our jobs were fashion police.
So I was in the process of boarding my flight and texting Erin when I drop my phone out and it lands right on the metal side of the jetway:
It then proceeds to slide into a perfectly shaped hole! Did anyone every notice said holes ? Neither did I!
My first thought is: I would so take a picture of this... if my phone had not been swallowed up by the tarmac! I start sticking my fingers under this little slot... (don't judge) while people are passing me giving me the "oh I'm glad its not me" look.
Someone alerts the flight crew and THE PILOT comes out to help me. The PILOT. As if I wasn't embarrassed enough... After a few minutes of poking things into the slot we realize it actually has a hole in the bottom and my phone has probably fallen onto the tarmac and is a goner.
He goes down to the tarmac to look for it, and note at this point we are still on time but everyone has boarded, and apparently there is a catch that this hole feeds into. AMAZINGLY my phone was alive and well!
I thanked the pilot profusely, and rushed to my seat. EVERYONE smiling at me in the "oh bless your heart" kind of way.
3 hours later when deplaning the Pilot goes "Hold onto that phone!".
Yeah... I don't make this stuff up.
Ever wondered what it's like to be that person who slows up a flight? Yeah.... that was me this weekend.
So it started with this photo here:
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| Ummm? Her outfit screams call girl but she was going into the admirals club... High Class Escort.? |
Whenever we see fashion FAILS, my friend Erin and I immediately text them to one another then proceed to comment as if our jobs were fashion police.
So I was in the process of boarding my flight and texting Erin when I drop my phone out and it lands right on the metal side of the jetway:
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| Again, I did not take a photo of the actual jetway as my phone was playing hide n seek. |
It then proceeds to slide into a perfectly shaped hole! Did anyone every notice said holes ? Neither did I!
My first thought is: I would so take a picture of this... if my phone had not been swallowed up by the tarmac! I start sticking my fingers under this little slot... (don't judge) while people are passing me giving me the "oh I'm glad its not me" look.
Someone alerts the flight crew and THE PILOT comes out to help me. The PILOT. As if I wasn't embarrassed enough... After a few minutes of poking things into the slot we realize it actually has a hole in the bottom and my phone has probably fallen onto the tarmac and is a goner.
He goes down to the tarmac to look for it, and note at this point we are still on time but everyone has boarded, and apparently there is a catch that this hole feeds into. AMAZINGLY my phone was alive and well!
I thanked the pilot profusely, and rushed to my seat. EVERYONE smiling at me in the "oh bless your heart" kind of way.
3 hours later when deplaning the Pilot goes "Hold onto that phone!".
Yeah... I don't make this stuff up.
Nothing to see here.... just walking my Balloon
So today I found the most amazing thing...
Do you ever just get that feeling you need to look over at something.... it catches your eye... and its the GREATEST THING EVER.... well yeah, that happened today.
I was walking the dog and I look over and there it is! One of those amazing balloons that sits low on the ground that you can walk it like a pet. They sell them at the mall and make me smile every time I walk past.
Anyways... I look over and a little baby horse balloon was chilling on the fence, stuck. I was so overjoyed that I knew I had to take him with me for the remainder of my walk. There was one issue though... the fence was set behind some bushes and foliage so I had to brave possibly spider infested plant life to get to him. WORTH IT.
After squealing with delight like a kid in a ... balloon store... I took my prize on the rest of the walk. I can only imagine what the people we passed thought. The BF walking the pup and me, walking my balloon. They were clearly jealous.
Now I sit here as my three legged balloon pet dances in the fan breeze and I can't help but think... BEST WALK EVER. It's a great day when things like this make you so happy.
Do you ever just get that feeling you need to look over at something.... it catches your eye... and its the GREATEST THING EVER.... well yeah, that happened today.
I was walking the dog and I look over and there it is! One of those amazing balloons that sits low on the ground that you can walk it like a pet. They sell them at the mall and make me smile every time I walk past.
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| Balloon Horse... Chillin on a wall. |
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| Sid and Horsey.... My pet doesn't need to be cleaned up after. |
Now I sit here as my three legged balloon pet dances in the fan breeze and I can't help but think... BEST WALK EVER. It's a great day when things like this make you so happy.
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| Nothing to see here... just walking my pet balloon. |
My new planted named Eduardo tried to kill me...
So today, the BF had a 10% off at Lowe's coupon, and needed a BBQ for his weekend with the boys, so we went to get him a BBQ. We found one that suits him just fine, but me, being well... me, had to get something too. What did I fancy so much I just had to have it you might ask?
A plant. Yes, me with no green thumb what so ever needed a plant. After scouring the store for the perfect plant, I found one, that ishard to kill made for me.
All is well and I'm ecstatic with Eduardo the plant (Yes, that's his name... he told me!) except that the pant won't fit very well in the car because it is really tallish. So somehow I wrangle this plant into the front seat with me, a front seat that is pushed WAYYY too far forward I might add because of that damn BBQ, and all seems well.
Let me start part two of this story by mentioning that I wore a dress today...
So we did not even get to the end of the parking lot when I look down and see a spider crawling on my hem... that then decides to bee line (Spider line?) for my.... Crotch! Yes, that's right. Spider headed toward my nether parts!!
Me, being the completely rational person I am, start flipping the hell out, screaming and trying to swat the spider/my crotch because how devastating would it be to say you got a cooter spider bite? I mean really. WOW.
While this is all happening, the BF is all "ummm.. what do you want me to do?".... Pull over idiot and help me because frankly half the parking lot has now seen my ugly undies, why oh why did it have to be an ugly undie kind of day anyways? He then goes "Well did you kill it?".... Ummm what do you think DEAR, while I am still swatting away??
Finally I managed to kill the spider; crisis averted, so we could continue our adventure. But seriously... I could have died... or been really embarrassed having to explain to people that my crotch was swollen because my plant named Eduardo tried to kill me by launching spiders at me.
A plant. Yes, me with no green thumb what so ever needed a plant. After scouring the store for the perfect plant, I found one, that is
All is well and I'm ecstatic with Eduardo the plant (Yes, that's his name... he told me!) except that the pant won't fit very well in the car because it is really tallish. So somehow I wrangle this plant into the front seat with me, a front seat that is pushed WAYYY too far forward I might add because of that damn BBQ, and all seems well.
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| Before I almost died... all seems well... Innocent BBQ and Plant... Plotting away... |
Let me start part two of this story by mentioning that I wore a dress today...
So we did not even get to the end of the parking lot when I look down and see a spider crawling on my hem... that then decides to bee line (Spider line?) for my.... Crotch! Yes, that's right. Spider headed toward my nether parts!!
Me, being the completely rational person I am, start flipping the hell out, screaming and trying to swat the spider/my crotch because how devastating would it be to say you got a cooter spider bite? I mean really. WOW.
While this is all happening, the BF is all "ummm.. what do you want me to do?".... Pull over idiot and help me because frankly half the parking lot has now seen my ugly undies, why oh why did it have to be an ugly undie kind of day anyways? He then goes "Well did you kill it?".... Ummm what do you think DEAR, while I am still swatting away??
Finally I managed to kill the spider; crisis averted, so we could continue our adventure. But seriously... I could have died... or been really embarrassed having to explain to people that my crotch was swollen because my plant named Eduardo tried to kill me by launching spiders at me.
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| Me with the offending plant... |
Rental Car Fail
Last week work sent me to the ever so exotic Salt Lake City. Talk about a different culture, but that my friends is a different post.
One of the fun parts of travel is getting to try out different cars when I rent them. Maybe I'm crazy but to me it feels like doing a bunch of test drives without the pressure of a fast talking sales man following you around everywhere you move...
So this last trip I drove a Jetta. This seems like a nice car. It drives well, and was not bad... until it came to putting gas in it.
I am rushing off to the airport (typical) and have to stop and "fill it up" per rental car rules... blah blah blah.
Usually cars have a convenient and easy to find button to open the gas tank... or they open by hand. All of which I can deal with. So when I did not find a button I assumed it was a pull open little tiny gas door kinda car. WRONG.
I got out and saw the gas door perfectly flush with the car. So I pushed it a bit... nothing.
Went back into the car, pulled every lever, pushed every button. The man who worked at the gas station was on his smoke break and was watching me, but did not stop to help.
I opened all the doors, the trunk, the hood, pushed every button the car had. Then got so overwhelmed I did what any smart person in this digital age would do... I googled it.
Yes, I am ashamed I had to resort to google for how to put gas in this damn car. Apparently I am not the only one, because there are boards dedicated to how to open the damn gas door on a jetta. For the record, all you have to do is push the right spot on the door.
Yes, I do feel stupid, thanks for asking.
Travel Tales: St. Louis
I love to travel. Plain and simple. I love airplanes, I love the adventure, I love the different things you see when you are in a new place.
This past week my friend Erin and I had the opportunity to go to St. Louis for work. Let's just say when you put the two of us together in a different place things get crazy.
So the flight from LAX to our layover in Dallas wasboring uneventful. Besides the fact that the entire flight was me making a list of all the reasons I love Delta over American and will never fly American again, we landed in Dallas without incident. When we arrived I of course had to use the ladies room. But first I had to go back and get my camera! Because this little gem was waiting for me outside:
Now, let's just state that they had a similar message in STL but it actually said tornado warning, and me, being the Cali girl born and raised, had no idea what this sign could be for. Ummm do people have explosive diarrhea in this airport? Do I even want to go into this restroom? What is this strange place! I realize things are bigger in Texas, but honestly!
I was so perplexed I of course had to ask the waitress and the bar what this was for. Where she proceeded to explain to the dumb cali girl that it was for tornados. OHHHHH. I can't be faulted here people! I've never been in a tornado in my life!
The rest of the layover was uneventful, as was the flight from DFW to STL. But when we landed in STL, that's when things got fun!
First of all, let me say, I LOVE St. Louis. It's green, it's beautiful, and the people are so kind. And things are a little bit different. First, the airports have standard benches at the gates, but this hospitality is extended in that they also have rocking chairs! That's right! Freaking Rocking Chairs!
After marveling at the chairs we emerged from the terminal to find that Bob was coming home! Yes Bob! For those who don't know, STL is a huge USO airport. Well Bob was apparently coming home and his entire family was waiting for him right outside the terminal. So Erin and I, being thestalkers curious people we are, had to stay to watch what this was all about.
Welcome home Bob! This was the sweetest thing. His kids ran to him and there were hugs and tears... and a lot of flags.
So from there we met some interesting guys at the rental car place, which gave me the quote of the night:
"Ma'am, how do you want to do for insurance" -Rental car guy
"with my debit card?" - Erin.
He looked at her like she was crazy and explained that he meant what kind of coverage. At least he was fun.
The fun didn't stop when we got to the hotel. Oh no, someone clearly had their building plans upside down then they made this wall:
The rest of the trip was full of fun and shenanigans, and we even managed to take in a game, and try out the public transportation. I have a full list of fashion fails from the trip, and some photos to go with it, but those will have to be a different post.
All in all, St. Louis is a beautiful place filled with nice people and a little fun.
This past week my friend Erin and I had the opportunity to go to St. Louis for work. Let's just say when you put the two of us together in a different place things get crazy.
So the flight from LAX to our layover in Dallas was
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| I suppose the tornado picture could have been a clue. Don't Judge Me! |
I was so perplexed I of course had to ask the waitress and the bar what this was for. Where she proceeded to explain to the dumb cali girl that it was for tornados. OHHHHH. I can't be faulted here people! I've never been in a tornado in my life!
The rest of the layover was uneventful, as was the flight from DFW to STL. But when we landed in STL, that's when things got fun!
After marveling at the chairs we emerged from the terminal to find that Bob was coming home! Yes Bob! For those who don't know, STL is a huge USO airport. Well Bob was apparently coming home and his entire family was waiting for him right outside the terminal. So Erin and I, being the
Welcome home Bob! This was the sweetest thing. His kids ran to him and there were hugs and tears... and a lot of flags.
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| Bob's family. They were so happy Bob was home they didn't notice us creeping. |
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| Waiting for this mysterious Bob. |
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| Welcome home Bob. And thank you for your service. |
So from there we met some interesting guys at the rental car place, which gave me the quote of the night:
"Ma'am, how do you want to do for insurance" -Rental car guy
"with my debit card?" - Erin.
He looked at her like she was crazy and explained that he meant what kind of coverage. At least he was fun.
The fun didn't stop when we got to the hotel. Oh no, someone clearly had their building plans upside down then they made this wall:
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| You're drunk wall plug, go home. |
The rest of the trip was full of fun and shenanigans, and we even managed to take in a game, and try out the public transportation. I have a full list of fashion fails from the trip, and some photos to go with it, but those will have to be a different post.
All in all, St. Louis is a beautiful place filled with nice people and a little fun.
Jail bird
Last night I was spending time with M and his family. His two nieces (both 4) had a pair of fake handcuffs. Being the adorable kiddos that they are they decided to "arrest me". After putting the handcuffs on way too tightly, I asked them what my crime was.
"You pretend hit a car."
Oh, okay. Well then to jail I go. They banished me to the other side of the patio where they built a 'Jail' out of chairs and locked me in. The prison guards showed mercy on me and fed me lolli pops while incarcerated.
I asked them about bail, a concept they have not yet grasped. They asked me what that was and I explained that bail is when someone gives you money to leave jail. One of them was all on board to get 'monies' while the other, a more strict enforcer of the laws of imagination informed me that I was not leaving jail until she died.
A life sentence for pretend hitting a car! The laws of childhood are strict and swift. No jury, no trial, but at least there are blow pops.
Needless to say, I eventually plotted and executed my escape and they ran off to arrest uncle M instead. His sentence did not include lolli pops. Obviously I was a better prisoner.
That's one way to kill a bug.
So this morning, I am sitting on the couch, watching the baseball game and putting on my makeup. Out of the corner of my eye I see a moth flying by. I swat at him with my mirror for about 30 seconds when suddenly he becomes enraged disoriented and sets off on a kamikaze mission straight for... my eye.
Reflexes take control and I immediately blink to stop this attack, however in my attempt to save myself I end up killing the moth... With. My. Eye.
At that point I figured my day could not get any worse so I took a nap. That's one way to kill a bug.
On a better note, here are some pictures from my Friday Night at the Queen Mary with some amazing people:
Reflexes take control and I immediately blink to stop this attack, however in my attempt to save myself I end up killing the moth... With. My. Eye.
At that point I figured my day could not get any worse so I took a nap. That's one way to kill a bug.
On a better note, here are some pictures from my Friday Night at the Queen Mary with some amazing people:
Update: Advertising from my friend Josh: "Here at Desirée's Insect Extermination, or, D.I.E., for short, we guarantee that we will use the most unique and original extermination methods you will EVER see! Call D.I.E. today!"
Amazing Friday, Amazing Friends
I have come to the realization that I have the most amazing friends. Both work and at home.
Yesterday at work my friends Erin and Nani and I decided we needed to go to Ikea for lunch and to have a much desired girls adventure.
This lady was totally doing yoga in the parking lot. That's normal.
Erin getting ready for our three story shopping adventure...
Someone loves IKEA:
After work I met up with my friends at theBusiest Happiest Place on Earth for some adventures and I learned a few things in the process:
Yesterday at work my friends Erin and Nani and I decided we needed to go to Ikea for lunch and to have a much desired girls adventure.
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| Lady in the parking lot doing stretches. Stay Classy LA |
This lady was totally doing yoga in the parking lot. That's normal.
Erin getting ready for our three story shopping adventure...
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| We found twine |
Me posing in the IKEA home furnishings.
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| It's empty, don't worry. |
Someone loves IKEA:
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| "Do something scandalous!" |
Conversations durring our adventure:
"I totally, in my mind, equate Sweden and Vegans... they have the same sounds... EE and AN. So it obviously makes sense." - Me.
"umm.. they are known for their MEATBALLS, how is that Vegan?"- Nani
"I suppose, but what if they are Vegan Meatballs and the whole world is confused? Think about it, so many supermodels are sweedish and they are obviously not eating those meatballs..." -Me.
If you think about it I'm right. :)
After purchasing a "Lucky Bamboo Stick" (from what I'm told it's impossible to kill) I sat there wondering if Bamboo plants like green tea and if I should give it a sip of my green tea from Starbucks. Still have not decided if this would kill it or not... and I am pretty bad with plants already.
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| This is just funny. |
After work I met up with my friends at the
1. Some people are not smart enough to figure out how to get onto a tram. It's not that hard people. Get in, sit down, ride tram. Should be simple, no?
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| Josh and I think they look like bear nuns. |
2. My friends are nuts. As you can see by the photos of us... we are a little crazy.
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| Typical |
3. They stand up for me even when I'm not there and this made me the happiest girl because I realized that my closest friends are not just Melissa and Cianna, but also Darren and Josh who are two of the most amazing examples of men.
4. The fortune machines at dland all hate me:
All in all I'd say I had a fun and wonderful Friday.
Happy Weekend!
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| I suppose that makes sense. |
All in all I'd say I had a fun and wonderful Friday.
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| All the girls groping my "boyfriend". He's a stud. |
Happy Weekend!
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