I made the comment to two people. Only two. Two that I trusted. But today, when I spoke to my boss he repeated my comment back to me. I'm not ashamed of what I said. I stand by it, even. And I'm not in trouble for saying it.
But I had said it in confidence to those people. Secret.
And now I've learned my lesson.
As Forrest Gump said, "That's all I got to say about that."
Friday, September 26, 2008
Pretty Haven
Tomorrow DH and I are going to pick up the package of flower bulbs that I ordered for our front flowerbed. It will be a real pain in the neck to plant them but we look forward to spring & all the pretty blooms.
Things I see
Shoes. A lot of shoes on the side of the road lately. Especially on the entrance ramps to the freeways. How do those shoes get there, anyway? Are folks driving around with their feet hanging out the window?
Bicycles. Lots of people are riding their bikes now, most likely since gas is so expensive. I respect that. I'd ride my bike to work as well if I wasn't 30 minutes away by car. However, I dislike it when a cyclist thinks they are a car and tries to merge and make large turns in traffic. One of these days I'll end up mowing one of those idiots over with my SUV. Or maybe I'll just pull off my shoe and throw it at them.
Hrm...
Ms.B
Bicycles. Lots of people are riding their bikes now, most likely since gas is so expensive. I respect that. I'd ride my bike to work as well if I wasn't 30 minutes away by car. However, I dislike it when a cyclist thinks they are a car and tries to merge and make large turns in traffic. One of these days I'll end up mowing one of those idiots over with my SUV. Or maybe I'll just pull off my shoe and throw it at them.
Hrm...
Ms.B
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Sunday Adventure?
I heard it faintly in the distance... *DING DONG* At first I thought the sound was from my TV... or my computer. But I couldn't see anything on either screen that would match a bell. *DING DONG* ~BANG BANG BANG BANG!~
It finally dawned on me that someone was at my front door. I contemplated ignoring the door since I was in my undies. But as I peeked through the living room through the front window, I realized there were cops outside of my house. Then, in the distance, I could hear a loud sound. A sound that was a lot like a car horn.
HOOOOOOooooOOOoOoooOoooNK
I ran downstairs, threw on clothes, screamed at DH about there being cops at the door and ran out front. I expected there to be an accident near-by. Or someone in a neighboring yard possibly having someone try to steal their car. I wasn't going to be a very good witness. And I was mad that something like that would happen in my neighborhood since I feel so safe here.
But oh nonono... it was MY car. NO one tried to steal it. NO one crashed into it. The horn was just going off... and off... on... and on...
HOOOOOOooooOOOoOoooOoooNK
Apparently it had been honking for a good twenty minutes and after numerous neighbors tried to ring the doorbell (which neither DH or myself heard) they finally called the cops.
How.... EMBARRASSING!
To make matter worse, the two cop cars sat in front of our house for a good half hour after the horn was silenced, as the officers chit chatted while the neighbors stared. We apologized to the folks that were outside and we've removed the fuse to the horn in the car (which, inconveniently enough, needs to be emission inspected tomorrow so we'll have to put the fuse back in!) and are now trying to recover from the shame.
Stupid car!
Ms.B
It finally dawned on me that someone was at my front door. I contemplated ignoring the door since I was in my undies. But as I peeked through the living room through the front window, I realized there were cops outside of my house. Then, in the distance, I could hear a loud sound. A sound that was a lot like a car horn.
HOOOOOOooooOOOoOoooOoooNK
I ran downstairs, threw on clothes, screamed at DH about there being cops at the door and ran out front. I expected there to be an accident near-by. Or someone in a neighboring yard possibly having someone try to steal their car. I wasn't going to be a very good witness. And I was mad that something like that would happen in my neighborhood since I feel so safe here.
But oh nonono... it was MY car. NO one tried to steal it. NO one crashed into it. The horn was just going off... and off... on... and on...
HOOOOOOooooOOOoOoooOoooNK
Apparently it had been honking for a good twenty minutes and after numerous neighbors tried to ring the doorbell (which neither DH or myself heard) they finally called the cops.
How.... EMBARRASSING!
To make matter worse, the two cop cars sat in front of our house for a good half hour after the horn was silenced, as the officers chit chatted while the neighbors stared. We apologized to the folks that were outside and we've removed the fuse to the horn in the car (which, inconveniently enough, needs to be emission inspected tomorrow so we'll have to put the fuse back in!) and are now trying to recover from the shame.
Stupid car!
Ms.B
Friday, September 19, 2008
That was fun... so I'll share one more today...
Our tiny kitchen got a top to bottom paint job, new hardware & some tile work.
Again, click the tiny pic to see more detail. Wait? My new faucet isn't in this pic! I need an updated "after" picture! Doh!
I look forward to sharing the pictures of the living room. They are good-time fun!! Especially if porcelain dolls either excite or horrify you!
Some might say we are minimalists...
If DH and I have been married for three years, and have lived in the Haven for two.
Two years! And still we are finishing unpacking a few rooms. Oops! :)
We've had a lot of time to put our touch on the style of our home though and that's the most exciting part about owning instead of renting. Being HGTV fans, we aren't afraid of a little color. We are, however, selective about what those colors are.
I present, for approval, the "Before" and "After" photos of our Guest Room. It was the actual master bedroom of the old owners but we use a large family room downstairs as our bedroom instead. Oh, the perks of not having children! (Hey, I found one! A perk. Not a child. That would be illegal.)
Feel free to click the picture for a larger view. We were very proud of ourselves for making that mural go away. Whoever spent hours getting it on to the wall would cry if they viewed these photos, I'm sure.
Ms.B
Two years! And still we are finishing unpacking a few rooms. Oops! :)
We've had a lot of time to put our touch on the style of our home though and that's the most exciting part about owning instead of renting. Being HGTV fans, we aren't afraid of a little color. We are, however, selective about what those colors are.
I present, for approval, the "Before" and "After" photos of our Guest Room. It was the actual master bedroom of the old owners but we use a large family room downstairs as our bedroom instead. Oh, the perks of not having children! (Hey, I found one! A perk. Not a child. That would be illegal.)
Feel free to click the picture for a larger view. We were very proud of ourselves for making that mural go away. Whoever spent hours getting it on to the wall would cry if they viewed these photos, I'm sure.
Ms.B
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Year 4 Begins
I found the cutest leather-looking box at the store after work yesterday. It was perfect for DH's anniversary gift. Hooray.
He seemed to really like it. He liked what I put inside of it too.
Yay.
He seemed to really like it. He liked what I put inside of it too.
Yay.
Carnival 2008.... OVER!
Last year we procrastinated until the last second, threw together a carnival, and made more money than ever before.
Having learned our lesson, we once again procrastinated until the last second, and once again made more money than ever before. $500 more than last year. Win!
Next year we plan to get the carnival ready a week after it happens. That is a guaranteed way to put ourselves over the top, yes?
(Thank goodness its over. It's fun, but a lot of work and stress. Boo for work and stress!)
Having learned our lesson, we once again procrastinated until the last second, and once again made more money than ever before. $500 more than last year. Win!
Next year we plan to get the carnival ready a week after it happens. That is a guaranteed way to put ourselves over the top, yes?
(Thank goodness its over. It's fun, but a lot of work and stress. Boo for work and stress!)
All "Business", please?
Yesterday DH stood in front of the mirror staring at his curly locks and exclaimed that he needed a haircut.
"Maybe I'll grow a mullet!" he said with a glint in his eye.
I stood there speechless, trying to imagine him with that hair-style.
"No, no. It won't work.", he said, shaking his head. "It wouldn't be business-in-the-front, Party-in-the-back."
"It would be business-in-the-front, Afro-in-the-back."
And that was the end of his Mullet Dream.
Ms.B
p.s. I am pretty sure he was kidding. If he grows a real mullet, he will wake up one morning with a bald head.
"Maybe I'll grow a mullet!" he said with a glint in his eye.
I stood there speechless, trying to imagine him with that hair-style.
"No, no. It won't work.", he said, shaking his head. "It wouldn't be business-in-the-front, Party-in-the-back."
"It would be business-in-the-front, Afro-in-the-back."
And that was the end of his Mullet Dream.
Ms.B
p.s. I am pretty sure he was kidding. If he grows a real mullet, he will wake up one morning with a bald head.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Traditional 3rd Anniversary Gift: Leather
Where have the last three years gone? Honestly there is no answer. I remember every milestone that has occurred since September 17, 2005, yet it seems like it was just yesterday.
Odd.
I'm not a traditional person. In fact, though I claim to be non-rebellious, I tend to go the opposite of traditional in a lot of ways. But up to this point there was always something about each anniversary that held fast to tradition and since it amuses me, I think I might just keep up the trend.
Year one: Paper. The DH and I signed 30 years of our income away by purchasing the Haven. Wonderful decision. We can afford to live there on our meager salaries. Imagine how comfortable we'll be when DH finishes school in a couple of years? Woot!
Year two: Cotton. I won't go into the details of year two again since they were an over-share the first time. But for anyone who wants the intimate details, here ya go!
Year three: That's today. DH presented me with a card the size of our kitchen table this morning. It was full of sweet messages and candy. Mmm... Oh, and some Neocash cards. Anyone who plays Neopets knows how nice that is. Win! I had to rush to work so I won't be springing my gifts on the DH until this evening. I'm still stumped about how to work in the leather though. All sorts of ideas are swimming in my head, some more kinky than others. But I wish I could just have one brilliant idea occur to me that I was thrilled with. I have all day here at work to think of something. Something amazing... or at least unexpected. Hrmm... I may or may not share what I come up with. Will depend on just how spicy it really was. Yowsa!!
Happy Anniversary DH!
Ms.B
Odd.
I'm not a traditional person. In fact, though I claim to be non-rebellious, I tend to go the opposite of traditional in a lot of ways. But up to this point there was always something about each anniversary that held fast to tradition and since it amuses me, I think I might just keep up the trend.
Year one: Paper. The DH and I signed 30 years of our income away by purchasing the Haven. Wonderful decision. We can afford to live there on our meager salaries. Imagine how comfortable we'll be when DH finishes school in a couple of years? Woot!
Year two: Cotton. I won't go into the details of year two again since they were an over-share the first time. But for anyone who wants the intimate details, here ya go!
Year three: That's today. DH presented me with a card the size of our kitchen table this morning. It was full of sweet messages and candy. Mmm... Oh, and some Neocash cards. Anyone who plays Neopets knows how nice that is. Win! I had to rush to work so I won't be springing my gifts on the DH until this evening. I'm still stumped about how to work in the leather though. All sorts of ideas are swimming in my head, some more kinky than others. But I wish I could just have one brilliant idea occur to me that I was thrilled with. I have all day here at work to think of something. Something amazing... or at least unexpected. Hrmm... I may or may not share what I come up with. Will depend on just how spicy it really was. Yowsa!!
Happy Anniversary DH!
Ms.B
Thursday, September 11, 2008
That's How You Know...
Well does he leave a little note to tell you you are on his mind?
Send you yellow flowers when the sky is grey? Heyy!
He'll find a new way to show you, a little bit everyday
That's how you know, that's how you know!
He's your love...
Thank you, DH!
Ms.B
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
*laughs*
Last week in Operations Meeting, the Boss Man said we all needed to start being more professional and start being on time to our meetings. The following two days both he and the assistant administrator came late and left early from meetings that are supposed to be mandatory.
Today, when 1:30 rolled around and the meeting was supposed to begin there were only four of us in the room. The administrative leaders were not amongst them. They came five minutes later.
I promise I am typing this with a huge smile on my face. It's all I can do not to giggle out loud and distract my co-workers. Good grief!!
Silly Care Center.
Today, when 1:30 rolled around and the meeting was supposed to begin there were only four of us in the room. The administrative leaders were not amongst them. They came five minutes later.
I promise I am typing this with a huge smile on my face. It's all I can do not to giggle out loud and distract my co-workers. Good grief!!
Silly Care Center.
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