Blonde Blog 2

I've reached the end of my dreams. That was a thought I had this morning. I had a dream last night where Kurt and I were stealing stuff from a store. We took the stolen stuff out the back and onto a loading dock. Little did I know that Kurt had called the cops and was planning on turning me in. He helped me get all the stuff on the dock and then he went back inside thinking that the police were going to show up, but they never did because we were on this mountain and there was an accident at the bottom of the mountain that blocked the road. So I got all the stolen stuff and packed it into the car, never knowing about Kurt's plan. I said my farewell to Kurt, because he wasn't coming with me and I drove off. My dream briefly stopped, but I didn't like that ending, so it started again. After I few minutes I drove back to the loading dock and ran up and told Kurt that I didn't want to leave without him (sappy, I know). He was happy that I came back, despite trying to send me to jail earlier. We hugged in that dramatic ending way and then my dream went blank. It had ended. I was still sleeping so I expected a new dream to start or something to keep my mind going, but there was nothing. I had reached the end of my dreams. My brain had just stopped. How does that happen? Strange huh? :)

Blackberry

I got an email from my boss yesterday with "come see me about the lost blackberry?" in the subject line. Nothing else. My first thought was "s*@$, I forgot to tell Mr. Jones about that". I walked over to the next building, already a little shaky from my morning caffeine jolt and knocked on his door. Mr. Jones is a big guy who always looks serious, but is pretty good-natured. He looked really serious that morning. He asked me to tell him about the phone, so I told him that I had it turned off and couldn't figure out how to turn it on, left it in my passenger seat, then had to head home unexpectedly, etc. He looks at me (I'm expecting a lecture) and says "have you looked in the freezer?". What? Then he turns around and grabs his wallet and tells me that I'm looking at a once frozen wallet. One day he laid it on top of the fridge, forgot about it, opened the freezer door and it fell in, didn't find it until months later. Then he tells me something even better! Last week COL Russell, my boss's boss, lost his laptop computer. After having the young Soldier who works for him call all the places he had been that day, he ended up finding it with some honest guy who worked at the car wash. He did lecture me on how I should have told him first, but he didn't make a big deal of it. Thank goodness.

Meatloaf Part II

Murphy is one SOB. If I ever get my hands on him, I'm going to kick his butt. The meatloaf was cooking at it really looked and smelled good. So to pass the time, I started to clean up the kitchen. I went to get a garbage bag out of our cleaning cupboard and down falls the floor cleaner/wax. It's it's falling in a way where the bottom of the container is heading toward the counter so it shouldn't spill, but of course the cap is up and the cleaner squirts right into my eye. I was Johnny-on-the-spot getting to the sink to rinse out my eye, but even after rinsing it felt sticky, so I rinsed again and checked to cleaner bottle- WARNING: Eye Irritant. In case of contact with eye, flush immediately and call a doctor. Great. That's what I needed. I sent Micaela and her friend over to her friends house, turned the oven off (poor meatloaf), and headed to the emergency room. As far as emergencies rooms go, this one was nice and I was seen pretty fast. They scanned my eye and it looked fine and then they did a 15 minute flush. It was the strangest thing, they put this thing that looks like a big contact in your eye, but it has a hole in the top that they connect to a water bag and it just floods your eye and spills out onto a towel. It was a strange feeling. Got home, and restarted the oven. Meatloaf turned out a little crispy, dry, something. Edible, but not great (although it looks good, right? haha). So much for my cooking ambition... And I still have a week to go before Kurt gets home. I think I'll go buy some hamburger helpers, those are pretty hard to screw up.

Meatloaf

Last Friday Kurt left for Alabama for two weeks after a 12 hour notice that he needed to be there. The timing was fine, I had nothing special going on where I couldn't miss work in the mornings and Kurt is between classes. The only problem was that it left me in charge of all the household duties that he normally does. I was good last weekend, despite it being Mother's Day, I spent all day Saturday cleaning while Micaela played outside with some friends. On Mother's Day we went to Virginia Beach and to the aquarium and had dinner out at a restaurant down there. It was nice. Then came the typical week. On Monday I got home and was starving so I ate some cereal and made some Chef Boyardee for Micaela. I got off easy on Tuesday because Micaela went over to the neighbors and they fed her there. Wednesday the house was getting a little messy, but I let it go and made a homemade pizza for us. Thursday I planned on having the leftover pizza. This time the neighbor's girl came over and had it with us and the two girls made the house even messier. Friday I planned on taking Micaela out to eat before we saw Shrek, but the restaurants were packed so we ate at the movies, and guess what she asked for... pizza. So after three dinners of pizza in a row I decided that I was going to cook something for dinner tonight. I've been hungry for Meatloaf, why, I don't know. I don't think I've had it in at least a year or two. So I went online and typed in "easy meatloaf recipies". After looking at a few, I got the idea of what they were supposed to have in them - meat and whatever else you want. I decided to go mostly with Kraft's recipe of ground beef and stuffing. I told Kurt what I was doing and he gave me his recipe and then I called mom to see if I really needed to put it in tinfoil and she gave me some of her recipe. By that time, the meatloaf was already made and I didn't feel like adding anything else. So, here we are, the meatloaf is cooking. I'm almost positive that Micaela won't like it, but like a good mom, I'm going to force her to try it (as long as it's somewhat edible). So, the house is still a disaster and I'm just not motivated to clean, and the yard is turning into a jungle, but at least I'm attempting to cook a dinner that uses more food groups than a cheese pizza. Wish me luck.

Jinxed

After my "phases" posting, dad wrote me this, "As for the phases, I’m glad that you got the car wrecking phase out of your system early on and hopefully it will never make a re-appearance. " And then this happened. Yes, that is scotch tape holding my tail light on. How did it happen? Well I was too lazy to walk three houses down carrying heavy poker chips, so I drove. We finished playing at around midnight and I went to leave. Our friends driveway is sort of long and it's gravel with a big ditch near the street. I was using Kurt's trick of using the mirrors to back up instead of turning around and looking where I was going. Bad idea, don't do that. I made it out of the driveway and over the ditch and to the street where I turned the wheel hard and kind of missed that our other friends car was parked on the side of the road. Oops. Luckily their car wasn't damaged. Total cost for a new tail-light - $100, preparing for the crap your brothers are going to give you - priceless.

Blonde Blog 1

This morning I was telling Kurt a story and he told me that I need to start a blonde blog. I'm not sure exactly if that was a statement, and compliment, or a slight, but here's the story:

I went to bed really late last night, but after I finally got to sleep, I slept pretty well. Except that I was having bad dreams. I was dreaming that people were dying. I woke up and thought to myself that maybe if I rolled over and slept on my other side I would have good dreams... makes sense to me.

Birds

I hate birds. I still have a very clear memory of waking up in the middle of the night when I was about 6, walking out to the entryhall and seeing this bird going crazy and running into the walls. It scared the crap out of me and remember screaming bloody murder. I haven't really liked birds since then. Moths either. Really, not a big fan of any flying animal/insect. So when I got home today I was less than thrilled to see two finches flying around the garage. Stupid birds, the garage door is big, and they still couldn't figure out how to get out. I tried throwing crackers down near the door and just ended up with a messy garage. I'm leaving the door open, I hope they're gone by tomorrow. I hate birds...

A New Phase

I've been through many phases in my life: my shy phase, my akward phase (still might be in this one), my hat phase, my lost wallet phase, my party phase, my car-wrecking phase, and now I think I'm onto a new phase... my lost phone phase. For pretty much all of last year I used the Treo as my cell phone. A treo is one of those big blackberry email phones. Once Kurt got home I didn't need that phone anymore so I switched to a small black phone that Mari gave to me for free. It took about two months for me to lose it. I think I left it in a rental car, but I'm not entirely sure. Conveniently Mari had an extra little black phone and I was able to reactivate my account after about a week. In the meantime I used my Army cell phone, a big blackberry phone. I don't really use the blackberry except to check my email when I leave work early and feel guilty. So the other day I was at the hospital for a doctor's appointment and I turned the blackberry off. After my appointment was over I drove straight home. On the way home I tried to turn my blackberry on to check for messages and I couldn't figure out how to turn it on... I'm not all that smart. So I threw it on the passenger seat and that was the last time I saw it. That was a week and a half ago. It's bad enough losing your personal cell phone, but losing an Army cell phone... now that's embarrasing. That's the kind of thing you yell at your Soldiers for. Oops. I honestly don't know what happened. I've scoured the car, cleaned the house, it's gone! Agh. Maybe I should counsel myself.

Unfortunately, I think Micaela is starting to take after me too, her first lost wallet. She had $26 in it too, more than I've had in mine for the past week. Can't really get mad at her about that one though, can I?

I'm helpless.

Golf

It was a rough day today. I went to work at 0815, went to a meeting, read a few emails, left work, changed into regular clothes, went golfing, changed back into my uniform, read some more emails, and went home at 4:30. And today was my busiest day at work yet.

Kurt's friend Dunlap (his first name is Scott) was in town and the two of them made plans to golf and it was only natural that I tag along, who cares about it being a "workday". Dunlap is a pretty good golfer. Kurt and I are okay golfers, I usually get a little bit better of a score even though he can hit the ball much farther than me. But today was a different story... just watch this stellar performance:


Golfing