Guess what I'm doing for the first time in months?! I'm grilling on the gas grill! I know, I know...a lot of you do it year round. I don't. I can't. I only have one spot for the grill, and it's in this common area patio for the 3 condos. So, ya see, until very recently this area was buried in about 17 feet of snow. But it's gone. It's alllll gone!
We all know that I'm an anal one and am well, pretty picky and tidy. But for some reason, I did not cover my grill this winter. I have no idea what happened. Okay, that's a lie. I actually do know what happened. It snowed before I covered it...then I thought, "SHOOT! I need to get that covered." Then much like the ADD Song, I probably saw a pigeon or smelled bacon until the next storm.
Then I thought, "Oh I DEFINITELY have to cover that grill." Bacon, pigeons...forgot."
I was scared to start that bad boy up this year. Usually, I take the tank off, close it all up and cover it with the nice cover I bought. Nope. This year the tank stayed on, the snow piled up and everything was exposed to intense freezing and thawing.
Guess what? That dude Weber knows his stuff and it worked like a champ and didn't blow up when I lit it. God I love that smell. Excuse me while I stuff my face.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
A LITTLE TASTE OF IDAHO
Okay, so I'm a tad behind getting this online...but better late than never. The morning I went to see my Mom and Dad, I stopped by the grocery store I used to go to every week with my family for groceries to pick up some things (I made turkey meatballs, my dad hated them).
It's so weird to go back to the place you grew up. I always remember the part of Caldwell, Idaho we hung out in as much bigger...but alas, it's small and well - pretty depressing.
I love my parents...a lot. But I won't live back in Idaho. I love my new home of Maine. I should shoot a video of my new home! Ooooo, good idea. And now, get out your Xanax and enjoy.
It's so weird to go back to the place you grew up. I always remember the part of Caldwell, Idaho we hung out in as much bigger...but alas, it's small and well - pretty depressing.
I love my parents...a lot. But I won't live back in Idaho. I love my new home of Maine. I should shoot a video of my new home! Ooooo, good idea. And now, get out your Xanax and enjoy.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Happy Birthday to Sam!
Happy Birthday to Lincoln!
Both my boys are 10 this week. I tried soooo hard to get them both to pose for a picture, but I think it would be easier to fix the economy.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
JUST ANOTHER SIGN
Went to a really fun birthday party on Friday night. It was for a friend I recently met, so that means that most of the people at this party I would not know. Oh ugh...getting to know new people. I'm actually kinda shy when in new situations, but I do alright "mingling".
The party was a hoot, because it was a pizza party where they made pizzas all night and you could bring your favorite topping! The pizza was delicious! It's a great fun idea and there was lots of activity throughout the East End apartment.
So, as I started mingling, I noticed that some people knew me from the radio, some from other parties...
Topics ranged from "What do you do?" to, "How do you know the birthday girl?" to eventually, "When did you quit smoking?"
Then I noticed something...most of the women I was chatting with had quit smoking and were on the verge of menopause. ME TOO! My God! Is that what life has come to? Chats about how much I miss smoking and how I'm a complete loon because of my hormones? Sad, just plain ol' sad.
The party was a hoot, because it was a pizza party where they made pizzas all night and you could bring your favorite topping! The pizza was delicious! It's a great fun idea and there was lots of activity throughout the East End apartment.
So, as I started mingling, I noticed that some people knew me from the radio, some from other parties...
Topics ranged from "What do you do?" to, "How do you know the birthday girl?" to eventually, "When did you quit smoking?"
Then I noticed something...most of the women I was chatting with had quit smoking and were on the verge of menopause. ME TOO! My God! Is that what life has come to? Chats about how much I miss smoking and how I'm a complete loon because of my hormones? Sad, just plain ol' sad.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
AT LEAST THE COPS DIDN'T HAVE TO COME
One of the things I absolutely hate, is waking up late for work. I have to say that my track record is pretty good. It rarely happens. In fact, the last time it happend 15 months ago, Meredith and Jeff called the police. No kidding.
In November of 2007, I overslept one Thursday morning. They tried to call my cell phone and home phone, but I didn't have the phone in my bedroom plugged in. Plus, I have lived in some heavy traffic areas, and can not sleep without the white noise of a fan. So, fan going + the phone unplugged = call 911.
The police came (this is near 630am now) and pound 28 times on my front door with their billy club (how do I know this? I counted the dents). I finally woke up and staggered downstairs to find my boss on the phone saying, "She's okay!" and a nice officer staring at me like, "This is why I went to the Academy?"
Again, that was 15 months ago. But Friday morning, a morning that I wanted to get into work early - I overslept once again. But this time the phone in my bedroom WAS plugged in (lesson learned) and I got to work as quick as possible! But no shower and out of sorts. For God's sake Lesley Roy came in the studio....look at how awful I look!
In November of 2007, I overslept one Thursday morning. They tried to call my cell phone and home phone, but I didn't have the phone in my bedroom plugged in. Plus, I have lived in some heavy traffic areas, and can not sleep without the white noise of a fan. So, fan going + the phone unplugged = call 911.
The police came (this is near 630am now) and pound 28 times on my front door with their billy club (how do I know this? I counted the dents). I finally woke up and staggered downstairs to find my boss on the phone saying, "She's okay!" and a nice officer staring at me like, "This is why I went to the Academy?"
Again, that was 15 months ago. But Friday morning, a morning that I wanted to get into work early - I overslept once again. But this time the phone in my bedroom WAS plugged in (lesson learned) and I got to work as quick as possible! But no shower and out of sorts. For God's sake Lesley Roy came in the studio....look at how awful I look!
I'm the one with the hat and glasses. Yup. That would be my no shower look. I still feel icky from it. Good thing tomorrow is a holiday, cuz I think it will take me until Tuesday to feel normal again. Oh, and I have no idea why I overslept...noooo clue.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
TYPICAL SUNDAY
Just having your basic Sunday. Chip ice for an hour in the driveway, while doing laundry and making Chicken Schnitzel for dinner -oh and calling 911.
Wha? Oh sure, I get the schnitzel, but what's with 911??! Well, as I was doing laundry, I went to switch the load from washer to dryer and when I went into the basement I was hit with a VERY strong smell of something wrong! Not sure if it was gas or fire!! I didn't see anything, and sniffed around and then decided, not taking any chances...I called 911.
The nice woman said, "Where is your emergency?" And I like an idiot said, (I'm not making this up either) "My house." She said (dripping in sarcasm by the way) "Welll, I don't know where you live."
Anyway, back to the Fire Dept. They came shortly afterwards, went downstairs (which was made for short people) and immediately thought it was a belt gone bad on my washer, and the smell was burnt rubber. Phew.
By the way, I could not have looked more like garbage with my (again, not kidding) "I Love Sanjaya" t-shirt on and sweats. Good God. And these firemen were so rugged and handsome too. Geesh.
All I can say is:
a) thank God it wasn't a fire and b) thank God I wasn't dying my mustache!
Wha? Oh sure, I get the schnitzel, but what's with 911??! Well, as I was doing laundry, I went to switch the load from washer to dryer and when I went into the basement I was hit with a VERY strong smell of something wrong! Not sure if it was gas or fire!! I didn't see anything, and sniffed around and then decided, not taking any chances...I called 911.
The nice woman said, "Where is your emergency?" And I like an idiot said, (I'm not making this up either) "My house." She said (dripping in sarcasm by the way) "Welll, I don't know where you live."
Anyway, back to the Fire Dept. They came shortly afterwards, went downstairs (which was made for short people) and immediately thought it was a belt gone bad on my washer, and the smell was burnt rubber. Phew.
By the way, I could not have looked more like garbage with my (again, not kidding) "I Love Sanjaya" t-shirt on and sweats. Good God. And these firemen were so rugged and handsome too. Geesh.
All I can say is:
a) thank God it wasn't a fire and b) thank God I wasn't dying my mustache!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
WHAT'S YOUR BRAIN AGE?
Wanna know your brain age? I actually don't know what that means, but it's a fun memory game. Now, ignore the Japanese instructions and have fun. Simply memorize the numbers as they display on the screen, then click the numbers from lowest to highest. The faster and more accurate you do this, the better your "brain age". Have fun!
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