The Interweb

So I'm sitting at work doodling my time away on Facebook and Gmail - the interweb in general is a great way to idle my time, for example I just spent 20 minutes ordering free teeth whitening kits because of the interweb's superior advertising mechanisms. I'm sure you've seen the add titled "Secret Teeth Whitening Combo Discovered By A Mom Who Spent Just $10." check it out at www.CathysTeethWhiteningSuccess.com - when I come to a realization. The Internet is amazing. I had that realization for the first time in the 6th grade when AOL Instant Messenger came out and I begged my mom to buy AOL (which we all know has terrible customer service and no one uses anymore) so I could talk to boys. I was too scared to do that even on the phone.

I also remember that AOL was like, the only Internet provider at first, and we got probably a dozen free trial CDs in the mail per week, plus free ones that were handed out at the grocery store, the bank, school, the playground, I swear I remember seeing them sitting out everywhere, like a CD plague, so my brothers and I started experimenting on them. We discovered if you put them in the microwave they semi-explode then make a cool matrixy design on the back. Oh the days of boredom that drove us to put random things in the microwave. Those days were good. Now that I think about it I have no idea how our microwaves survived, but I don't ever remember having it replaced...I also think this legacy started with my Dad back in the day when my older brother was a wee little nugget. Yes, here comes the story.

My mom left the two boys at home and my dad decided to try to cook an egg (a raw egg in its shell) in the microwave. You can tell microwaves were still kind of newish, because there is no logic behind this idea. DO NOT TRY THIS. It exploded ALL over the microwave and my mom says it stunk like rotten eggs for days. That is nasty. So apparently it was in our genes to play with the microwave. Thank you Percy LeBron Spencer for your glorious invention. And thanks Wikipedia. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Spencer

I reiterate again, I love the Internet.

I cannot believe myself!

If anyone read my previous post, I apologize for my HORRENDOUS spelling errors. I guess I'm so narcissistic and confident in my superior spelling skills that I didn't even bother with spell check. That was a big mistake.

I guess it bothers me so much because I am anal about grammar and spelling and no one in America knows how to use or speak English. Oh how I am a big contradiction! I take an oath to my vast followers that I will never stoop that low again and disappoint you.

Livin Easy in the Projects

As per request from my dear friend Brindi, I am back to blogging. I promise I will try to be better from now on. Life has been a tad rocky the past month because of a super last minute move. We now inhabit an apartment that has new carpet, paint, and fixtures thanks so the drug addict that ruined them all when he lived there. Thanks Meth, crack, pixie dust, chronic, Mary J, whatever he was on when he lived there. That is the first sign, well second sign, I received that we may be living somewhere slightly ghetto. (Of course not full blown ghetto because we are still in Utah...). The first sign was the guy (our new neighbor) who fed us the information of this past apartment dweller. He is the nicest guy, but is covered in tattoos (like on his scalp and face) and drinks out by his Caddy that has 2 10" subs in the trunk that shake our windows, nightly. He brings the party to the parking lot.

Speaking of which, when we first moved in our neighbor's brother in law and his "rough looking" friends offered 3 times to help us move boxes up to our apartment. I love when you get taught a lesson of not judging a book by its cover. When we moved out of our last house, the truck was in our driveway for 6 hours and not one of our "super nice", rich, christian neighbors offered help. Nadda, nothing, zilch. (With that said - note to everyone reading this, PLEASE call us if you are moving and need help. We would love to help! I am a pro at moving now and you can work me like a dog.) Then we show up to our new place and had that truck unloaded in 30 minutes. It was a beautiful thing. So to show our thanks we bought them a 30 pack of their favorite beer and brought it to their parking lot party the next night. Watching Micah try to do the brother handshake/hug in one sweep was hilarious. He does not have one ghetto bone in his body. Me on the other hand, has a nick name of Jenaynay, theme song is Sir Mix A Lot's "I Like Big Butts" and has been referred to an inside out oreo before.

So I have NEVER bought alcohol in my life and it was kind of a exhilarating experience! I looked so naughty! And I was shocked to find out that beer is cheaper than water. Which I am sure is a sign that the beer was cheap. But that's what they requested so they got 50 cent beers. I've also never seen people get so excited to be given a gift, I'm glad they enjoyed the gesture even though they may have been confused as to why we were not drinking it with them.

So all the boxes were unpacked and everything was put away within a week. I do good work. I will have to take some pictures of it, I feel I did a great job making it cute with the limited space we have. So after being settled other things began to manifest themselves that solidified the fact that we live in the semi-projects. I will list them for you.

#1 - No surface is flat. They tried to make the counter tops flat by shoving a wood block in between the counter top and frame - so there is a nice 1/2" gap at the end. Nice work. I also discovered a slump in the kitchen floor, like a few bowling balls were dropped there. Also no matter where you are in the house, anything remotely round will not stay still; it rolls wherever the floor is going. One good thing I guess is if we ever have a flood the water will probably rush to the corner of a room and drain down to the lucky people below.

#2 - There is a thermostat, but no AC. That was the best trick ever! So people come and look, they see the thermostat and say, "Score AC!" then move in and realize there is only a swamp cooler and the thermostat is a glorified thermometer. At least now we know when it's over 100 degrees in the apartment. And yes, that has happened, twice.

#3 - There are no screens in any of the windows. So when our apartment was 100 degrees I got to let all the bugs in in order to cool it down. Super awesome.

#4 - We have a pool (which is really nice when it's 100 degrees) and a "resort style hot tub". Have fun with that one.

#5 - I got followed to my apartment by two twin girls who WOULD not stop asking me questions all the way til I closed my apartment door on them. May sound cute? No. Not when they do it every other day and keep asking you the same questions. Where is their mother?

#6 - Frequently cigarette smoke smell wafts into corners of the apartment. Just like, by the fridge and in the bathroom. I don't know where it comes from or how it gets there.

#7 - There are multiple camera's in the parking lot. Which I am very grateful for.

#8 - I can walk to Wal-Mart in 30 seconds.

#9 - Because we are so close to Wal-Mart our complex's parking lot is a secondary shopping cart holder. They accumulate over time too. I just wonder why the people who walk them home don't just take the same one back next time. Is it really necessary to get a new one every time and deposit it back into our parking lot? At least there are some shopping carts handy is I ever need one.

#10 - There is a car on jacks with no wheels, windows, or a windshield. I hope they get that replaced before it rains.

Update: The car is gone now, but I have a new #10.

#10 - I came home yesterday and Micah told me in the middle of the night he saw a small red laser beam coming into our apartment through a hole above the light fixture that is above our sink. We don't know why there is a hole there or what is Heaven's name was looking into our apartment, but we stuck sticky tack in it. Hope that keeps the alien's out.

I'm sure there are more, but those are my favorite. Living here keeps me plenty entertained and we are happy, it's functional, and somewhat cute, the people we have met are very nice and all in all, we love our semi-projects home.

My Other Blog

Real quick plug for my other blog - www.kickinkurves.blogspot.com. Check it out...if you can believe it, food with no animal products can actually rock your socks. Try the Vegan Yum Yum Mac N' Cheese recipe. AMAZING.

Weather Fumbles

Snow in mid-April? Yuck. Not even a light dusting, but a flat out blizzard and freeway traffic in the morning. I'm supposed to be in flip flops and a t-shirt, not boots and a down jacket. BOO! Now I feel like painting black over my pretty french tipped toe-nails and listening to some kind of angry music. Go seasonal depression!

Growing your hair out is the pits. That's why I bought mine!




Yes yes, I got extensions. And boy can I tell you how fun they are? Well, minus the fact that I screamed and semi-growled in the bathroom yesterday trying to get them to curl. I was a tad bit frustrated. But after 30 min of well paid off work, I got them curled and they are definitely stayin' that way for awhile. Luckily I have the most incredible husband in the world who is not afraid to use very hot hair styling tools and helped me immensely. But back to why they are fun.

I instantly (well about 10 min to clip them in) have stripper-esque long luxurious hair that makes me irresistible to men and people who want to call me Angelina Jolie. Oh, and my friend Mat made this comment about my posted Facebook picture: "p.s. Your hair looks incredible. I'd say it looks sexual but I don't feel comfortable saying that to a married woman...but looks like I just did! haha! If I were some white trash dude buying a 40 at a grocery store I'd totally write a missed connection about you." If you don't know what a missed connection is - check out Craigs List's missed encounters. It is people admitting to having no balls at the time and wanting a chance to redeem themselves. They are pretty hilarious. I'll attach a little missed encounter snack when I get home and have more time to dig up a perfect example.

Moral of the story is...if you like extra attention, buy yourself some hair!


Apparently kittens don't like change...

Since finally starting the citikitty experiment, one of our cats (I'm guessing Sophie) has thrown up and pooped on the floor twice; with that said though, she has been very thoughtful and done it all on tile. Very easy to clean up. Thanks cat. But going from no accidents EVER to 3 in a few days makes me wonder if she is trying to tell us something. I'm no rocket scientist but I get it. You're pissed, so you poo on the floor. Well listen up missy, you aren't getting your litter box back until you do worse! Or we figure out where you have been peeing...

Tabitha giving the bird - by Jen

Last night Micah was playing with the kittens and hid Tabs under her kitty bed. Next thing you know, we see a tiny black paw coming from under the bed and her middle pad/nail unleash the bird. It was hilarious. Now we know Tabitha does not like to be hidden.

Cacne Pics

Here is what it looked like...


And what it could have gotten to if mom hadn't taken me in when she did!




Cacne - by Sophie

So today my mom told me I was officially a teenager. The story began two nights ago when she scrubbed my chin relentlessly after finding a whole bunch of little black "particles" in my fur - she and dad thought I was just really dirty. However the next day when she checked me, it looked dirtier and much worse, so she decided to google my problem. (Note to readers: There is no way I am getting that dirty - there is nothing I could possibly be playing with all day that looks like dirt...I'm a bonafied indoor kitty! Luckily Jen agreed with me.)

Google suggested two different hypotheses (I'm also a very edumacated kitty) for my problem: it could be flea dirt (ew...I hoped it wasn't fleas) or feline acne. As you might guess by now, the latter was confirmed by the vet today. (I hate the vet by the way, it's smelly there and they always stick things up my bum, poke me with things, make me really sleepy, and shave my fur. First it was my belly, this time it was my chin!) So apparently the two things that make you a teenager are shaving and acne!

Now Something To Laugh At

After that more serious note I felt I should post this SNL Skit titled "Giraffes".
http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=snl+giraffes&rls=com.microsoft:en-us&oe=UTF-8&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=X&oi=video_result_group&resnum=4&ct=title#

there's a link or just google SNL and Giraffes. It is HILARIOUS!

I hate grumpy people - by Jen

Ok, that was a digressed thought - here is how I really feel. I feel sorry for grumpy people. And occasionally, strongly dislike them. You know those people who act as though they perpetually wake up on the wrong side of the bed and it seems as though their life mission is to make everyone feel as angry/miserable/unhappy/selfish/angry/angry as they are?! It is so infuriating when someone insults you, is short with you, treats you like you don't matter, and might actually spit on you if they were really that ballsy. But the best part, the part that really upsets me, is that they don't even know who you are!

Today both Micah and I were blessed to speak with some of these people. It just makes us wonder, "How do these people survive in a world that hinges on having relationships with people?" I mean it's obvious that they are unhappy and probably lonely or the relationships they do have are on the brink of a huge collapse. Yes, they probably get their way and are frequently satisfied with the way they just bullied a 15 year old movie theatre employee to give them free tickets because the floor of the theatre was sticky and their chair squeaked once during a critical moment in the show. But I seriously wonder, down the road, if they ever realize what their attitude and outlook on life is doing to them or others.

This is the point at which I stop being upset and start feeling sad. I wonder how these people get to be that way. They must have some deep hurt or some scarring, traumatic experiences piled up to make them so bitter and dejected. I start having pity on them and try to be understanding. I wish someone would hug them or, or slap them! If not physically then figuratively speaking! Slap them into reality that what they are doing affects people and is affecting them whether they know it or not. I'm done with this rant for now, but hopefully this makes you think and re-evaluate. I know we all have bad days and moments of bad attitudes. Maybe the people I talk to are just having one of those days. But if that is just generally who and how they are, I really hope someone will come along to love them.

CitiKitty - by Jen

You have to check this out: http://www.citikitty.com/. Make sure you watch the video posted on the website. If you can't get enough, check out YouTube and search for "toilet trained cat". There are too many to watch in a day and no matter how many times you watch them, it will still blow your mind and more importantly make you giggle.

So as you may have already assumed...I ordered one (of course). In fact my CitiKitty arrived a few days ago in the mail. (It even came with catnip and salmon treats for the kitties!) Being the environmentally friendly human being that I am plus the fact that I love being odd and doing quite quirky things, I had to have one. Plus, I'm lazy. Two kittens produce a lot of poop. This means frequently dealing with a very "shitty" job. (Sorry I couldn't help saying it - teehee.) We use a very natural flushable clumping litter now, but frankly having our cats do the dirty in our toilet is fantastically better in so many ways.

So please, mark your calendars for about the middle of February. There will be a video deput starring Sophie and Tabith using the john.