Universe, Are You Trying to Tell Me Something?

Stupid stuff.

I do so much stupid stuff and so much stupid stuff just happens to me all the time. I think the Universe does this to make up for my lucky streaks like winning concert tickets and massage chairs.

Case in point.

Monday morning, I'm getting ready in my get ready room (you know the room next to the bedroom that usually is the baby's room? No baby, hence my get ready room) Now let me set up the situation here for you. When I get out of the shower I stay wrapped in my towel while I do my hair and my makeup, getting dressed is the last thing I do before I walk out the door. And just in case you're wondering, no I am NOT Kristina's naked neighbor, I keep my blinds closed thank you very much!

So I'm sitting in my get ready chair, wrapped in a towel mind you, and curling the back of my hair with my big fat curling iron. I'm using my right hand to hold the iron in my hair when somehow it decides to jump out of my hand. While it has detached itself from my hand, it is still attached to my hair so instead of falling to the floor, it lands on my chest. At the very same time my towel bails out and hits the floor ducking for cover, or so it says, but we both know my towel was in on the nasty prank and and did this on purpose.

Stupid towel.

As the iron starts burning a big fat groove into my boob I'm thinking in my head that I've gotta get this iron off my chest before it is permanently embedded in my skin. So I grab it with my hand, not by the handle mind you, but of course I grab the burning hot portion of the iron which relieves the burning from my chest by transferring the searing pain to my hand.

Finally my smarter left hand steps in and grabs the iron by the handle and releases it from my hair. Now I'm sitting there in shock and confused about what just happened. I run into the bedroom where my hubster was still sleeping and try to explain what had just happened and he holds back his laughter as he comforts me.

Now I have a beautiful purple looking burn on my chest with one on my hand to match. I think I better stick to my heavenly straightner and leave the curling iron alone from now on.

But I believe everything happens for a reason and the good thing from this situation is that my finger tips on my right hand may be permanently smooth and free of fingerprints. I've decided this is another sign from God that I have a higher calling, a hit-woman.

So if anyone needs a "hand" in any "situation", I'm your gal. My rates are reasonable and I gaurantee 100% satisfaction or your money back.

My Dad Can Kick Your Dad's Butt!

Okay, so I've decided who to give the extra Fall Out Boy ticket too. Thank you for all your suggestions and votes! Since both of my sisters have come to me telling me to give the ticket to the other one I've decided to just give them both a ticket!

Annie, I love you and don't want you to feel like a poopsicle so I will make it up to you!


Lindee and Alyse, yay you're both coming! Now we all get to go together and annoy the hell out of Andrea! Andrea, if you drank, your first drink would be on me! How bout a chocolate milkshake or some RIBS! (Inside joke, sorry everyone who is not Andrea, you won't get that one.)




Now, my dad. If you don't know this already, my dad is the cutest guy in the world.

He takes me to lunch every Friday and no matter how hard I try to pay, he always picks up he tab. He is notorious for doing that! And don't even try to give him money, if you try to sneek it into his pocket, you'll find it right back in your purse.


So this weekend dad took his girls skiing at Powder Mountain. It was so dang fun! We all grew up skiing together and my dad was the one who taught me how to ski when I was about six. He just learned how to snow board a couple weeks ago so this was only his third time.



He is just so cute when he snowboards! Lin, Lyse and I kept saying we wish we had a camera to take a picture of him snowboarding, he looks like a 20 year old out there on the snow.



Lindee and I give Dad a hard time because he never reads our blogs because 1) He is never home, and 2) His internet is restricted at work. But guess what? He figured out how to leave a comment last night! This is the comment he left on my last post:

Anonymous said...
Let me know how much the ticket is, give the free one to Lin or Leeser and I'll pay for the other one. Problem solved!

March 1, 2009 9:36 PM


Thanks Dad, but you just paid for all four of us to go skiing and there is no way I'm letting you buy the other ticket to FOB, but you are so sweet for offering!




So thanks Dad for such a fun weekend and for such a yummy chocolate lava cake sundae!

Your girls love you!

It Pays to Procrastinate

That was the lesson I learned yesterday while I was sitting at my desk at work, listening to my favorite radio station X96.

Let me back up.

Alyse, Andrea, and I will be going to the Fall Out Boy concert in April and I was supposed to buy the tickets a long long time ago but I just haven't gotten around to it. American Idol has just monopolized my time, well, that and all the other shows sitting on my DVR waiting to be watched. Life is so hard.

So back to yesterday, I heard on the radio that they were giving away tickets if you could unscramble the words in the title of a song. They've been doing this awhile now and I had no intention of ever playing because you just can't get through by telephone. But yesterday I just went for it.

I dialed and it was busy. Redialed....busy. Redialed...busy. Redialed..."Hello X96?"

At that point I freaked out and yelled "20 Dollar Nose Bleed!"

I was so loud that I'm sure I woke up my sleeping nephew 40 minutes away! Lo and behold I won! I was so excited but after my little screaming about nose bleeds, people were beginning to peak into my office to see if I was being raped, so I tried to calm myself down and started whispering instead. The radio guy probably thought I was a freak!

I won tickets to the Fall Out Boy concert! Woot! Woot! It's a good thing I'm a procrastinator and didn't buy the tickets a few weeks ago like I had planned! After I hung up with the guy I heard myself on the radio and about died, I sounded like a blubbering idiot!

So now I have a problem. I won two tickets but there are three of us going. To whom do I give the other ticket? Here are my options...

1. Give it to my baby sis Alyse who is a single starving college student but doesn't have a family to feed. Wait, scratch the starving part, she still lives at home, but she needs her big sister's help to get back out into the dating world after having one boyfriend for years. She needs to go out and have a good time, but she was planning to pay for the ticket herself anyway.



2. OR Give it to my fabulous friend Andrea, who after all beautified my hair this week with her genius coloring ability and I think I totally under tipped her! Plus she works 2 jobs, but she too was planning on paying for the ticket herself. (Yes I totally stole this pic from her blog)



3. OR give it to my little sis Lindee, who I had already invited but she couldn't go because she needed to save her money to buy her school books. She has admitted she's not a huge fan of Fall Out Boy but has expressed her jealousy that Alyse and I are going without her.



Decisions, decisions. If you know me, I cannot decide by myself so I need your help!


Who should I give the extra ticket to?


UPDATE: Lindee has now written her plea on her blog of why she deserves the free ticket.

UPDATE #2: Alyse (the baby sis) has now written her plea in the comments as Anonymous. By the length of her comment I think it's time she gets her own blog don't you?

I Set My Standards High

Since my husband started his diet, he has inspired me to start a diet as well. No, I don't shoot up every morning like he does, I have enough PMS as it is! I'm keepin it simple and doing weight watchers.


I've always associated diet with guilt.


Usually what happens when I say I'm dieting is I continue to eat the same things I always do, I just feel guilty about it. But not this time, I'm determined to shed the unwanted pounds!



Alot of you have asked what the HCG diet is that I mentioned in my last post. My husband has lost 30 pounds on this diet! I'm definately not the expert but I'll give you a little info and if you want to learn more just go here.

HCG stands for Human Choriogonadotropin, the hormone produced by pregnant women in the early stages of pregnancy. Research suggests a small, daily hCG injection results in a weight loss of 1 to 2 lbs per day, and often more, when accompanied by a very low calorie diet of apprx 500 calories.

HCG works to mobilize fat for utilization by the body only when there is a significant decrease in calories and fat. A starvation state must exist for HCG to work. For weight loss, we use a very low calorie diet to trigger HCG to help rid the body of fat. Because HCG mobilizes fat and makes it available to the body as an energy source, it naturally reduces appetite. So, even though, you are taking in fewer calories, your body is able to access the energy you have stored. Most people have plenty of energy and feel good while on the program.


Now I want to thank Angie for sharing some of her Weight Watcher secrets with me and now I want to share one with you! I found a great Weight Watchers recipe for Potato & Canadian Bacon Chowder. It is really yummy and keeps you full and it's only 3 points!


Potato and Canadian Bacon Slow Cooker Chowder

Ingredients

2 cup(s) potato(es), cut into 1/2-inch cubes
1 large carrot(s), diced
1 cup(s) leek(s), chopped, white part only
1 medium garlic clove(s), minced
4 cup(s) fat-free chicken broth
1/2 cup(s) uncooked barley
1 piece(s) bay leaf
1/4 tsp dried thyme, crushed
1/4 tsp black pepper
4 oz Canadian-style bacon, cut into 1/4-inch pieces
1/2 cup(s) fat-free evaporated milk
2 oz fat-free half-and-half

Instructions
In a slow cooker, combine potatoes, carrots, leek, garlic, broth, barley, bay leaf, thyme, pepper and bacon; cover and cook on low for 6 hours.



Stir in evaporated milk and half-and-half; heat through, uncovered, about 10 minutes. Yields about 1 2/3 cups per serving.





POINTS® Value: 3
Servings: 6
Preparation Time: 25 min
Cooking Time: 360 min
Level of Difficulty: Easy


This is one serving:



It passes by my standards:

It's easy
It's yummy
It's healthy
and most importantly,

It doesn't give you gas!

I Sure Could Use A Brownie Sundae Right About Now.

Blogger and I have kissed and made up. I've apologized for my selfish behavior and blogger apologized for being such a B to me yesterday and now all is well in bloggy land.




So the hubster started that crazy HCG diet that everyone seems to be on these days. Ya know, the one that you have to shoot yourself up every morning with a foot long needle?





Yeah, that one.


Well the first week he was on it he started acting so weird. He was just blah! He was getting irritated very easily and was just so unhappy and depressed which is SO unlike Al! I'm like wait a second, I'm the depressed one who eats a whole carton of ice cream in one sitting, not you!


So he called his HCG doctor who explained that the shots he was taking contain hormones and apparently the dose was too high for his body, causing him to have, get this, MAN PMS!


Yes, my husband was suffering from PMS!





Oh I about died when he told me that! Luckily they lowered his dose so he no longer is acting like a premenstrual woman. So besides the occasional brownie craving, he is back to his normal happy Al-self, thank god! Lord knows our household can barely handle one PMSer let alone two! We all know what happens when I have PMS...