Remembering 9 11

Today is a day to remember the victims of 9/11 and their families. To remember the heroes who risked their lives going into the towers to rescue innocent victims and to remember the heroes who took over the plane that crashed into a field in Pennsylvania instead of another building. Many people will never forget that day rather they were close to one of the crash sites or they were far from it but watched every moment on television as they replayed the images of the planes crashing into the twin towers over and over again. I remember that sad day like it was yesterday. I was living back at my parent’s house at the time and I was getting ready for work when my dad yelled that a plane crashed into the world trade center. I ran to the TV to see what he was talking about. At that moment I thought it had to of been a mistake or something happened to the pilot for something like this to happen. Then, when the second plane hit that’s when I realized there was no mistake or accident, but it had to be intentional. As the nation was up in a frenzy I had to go to work. I was a teller at the credit union at this time and I spent most of my day watching the news in the break room. The break room of the credit union is where I learned about the Pentagon and the Pennsylvania crash too. It was a day I will never forget and I certainly hope nobody ever forgets that day in which America was under attack!

No Sanwich Talk For Me

My neighbor at work has been married for more than ten years and for the past many months he has been making me think that being married is unbelievably lame and just downright boring. He calls his wife at least twice a day and each phone call is on speaker phone blaring up and down the hallway. I don’t get why his wife has conversations with him while he is on speakerphone so that everyone can hear how lame their marriage is. Anyway, here is an example of their daily conversation.

Husband: “Hey, what are you doing?”
Wifey: “Nothing.”
Husband: “What did you eat for lunch?”
Wifey: “A sandwich.”
Husband: “What was on your sandwich?”
Wifey: “Turkey, lettuce and some mayo.”
Husband: “I had a sandwich too.”
Wifey: “What was on your sandwich?”
Husband: “Turkey and mayo.”
Wifey: “So, we both had a sandwich.”
Husband: “Now what are you doing?”
Wifey: “Nothing.”

I swear this is their daily conversation; however, you need to say it at a snail’s pace and then it will be more like what I hear every day. I just laugh my butt off throughout the five minute conversation. It did get me thinking though that this is what marriage is like. Is this really what marriage is like? If so I don’t know if I want to sign up for marriage, but I guess marriage is what you make of it. I don’t know if I could allow myself to get so boring as to reduce myself to sandwich talk. I don’t even ask Andy now about his lunch. I have no idea what he eats for lunch and I am ok with not knowing. I guess when I do get married I swear I will not raise the white flag to sandwich talk.

Happy 50th Birthday

So, it’s my mother’s birthday today and she turns 50, which is crazy because my mom can’t be 50 already. Where does the time go? I still remember living at home and attending high school like it was yesterday. Where have the years gone? I remember the days when 50 seemed unreachable and so old, but now that I am older 50 is just a number and it doesn’t seem so old anymore. Well, Happy Birthday mom and I hope you spend your young birthday doing something fun and special!

For her birthday I looked up the meaning of September 9th for her and this is what I came up with. This is to you mom…hitting 50 isn’t so bad…you can swap your heels for a pair of Velcro shoes now! :)

Your Birthdate: September 9

You are a born idealist, with more pet causes than you can count. You prefer be around others, both when working and while relaxing. Generous and giving, you believe you can change the world one person at a time. You're open minded and tolerant. People feel like they can tell you anything. Your strength: Your go-with-the-flow flexibility Your weakness: Your flair for the over dramatic Your power color: Pine green Your power symbol: Circle Your power month: September

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Another Reason I Like Living in AZ

Last night we went to our friend’s house for a Packer party. Granted I am not a football fan, nor can I keep the attention span long enough to watch a full game, but I do like a party. Our friend Tom just installed a flat screen TV outside on his patio. What better place to watch television? This is something you cannot do in WI because your TV would be ruined in 2.5 seconds due to the weather. A television could not last outside in the winters or the storms in the summer, but here in AZ you can watch TV outside all year round. I know this has been putting ideas in Andy’s head as he said he would love to mount a flat screen outside that way he can float in the pool with a beer while he watches some game on TV. He has been mentioning this quite a bit lately. I like the idea of other people doing it; however, I don’t think we have a big enough porch for this. This is just another reason to live in Arizona…watch television outside while you enjoy the beautiful weather!

Sideshow Freaks and Drunk Drivers

Well let’s just say Andy and I had quite the night filled with bad servers, sideshow freaks and drunk drivers. Quite the combination huh? Well, we started out the night having dinner with a couple we are friends with at My Big Fat Greek Restaurant and we had one of the worst servers I have ever had. I could go into a long list of reasons why she is bad, but I won’t because I know you will just trust me on this one. We then left the restaurant and ventured down to First Friday’s; which is an art walk in downtown Phoenix and it is suppose to be a place to enjoy art and purchase artwork from starving artists. Our friends who haven’t been there in a couple years told us how nice it is to do the art walk and check out all the local starving artists; however, a lot has changed in the last two years since they have been there. Let’s just say First Fridays is not for the local artists of Phoenix anymore, but instead it’s for all the sideshow circus freaks to come out and display what it’s like tripping on acid. Yes, you get the picture. From there we went to a bar called Cocomo Joe’s to watch a cover band. We each hand one drink and hung out for a while. We were tired and headed out about 11pm when we were sitting behind a motorcycle at a stop light on our way home. There was a Toyota Tacoma next to the motorcycle and the next thing I saw was a black Chevy truck coming full speed ahead at the Tacoma and rear ended him. There wasn’t much damage to the Tacoma, but the Chevy was completely mangled and was dripping a lot of liquid. The driver pours out of his truck and that is when I realized this guy is completely drunk. The driver was stumbling everywhere and mumbling obscenities to himself. The Tacoma driver was a young kid around 20 years old so I felt bad for him. While the drivers stayed in the street we pulled over into a parking lot while we waited for the cops to come so we can give a statement. Plus I wanted to see the drunk driver get hauled away for his stupidity. Next thing we saw the drunk driver got back into his truck and slammed the door shut and sped away fast. We hung out with the kid until the cops arrived. All I kept thinking is that it could have been us who got rear ended because Andy was behind the Tacoma and decided to change lanes just as he was approaching the light and sat behind the motorcycle. It’s pretty crazy and just reminds you not to drink and drive!

I hope You Find This As Funny As I Do

I feel the need to share this absolutely hilarious and ridiculous email with everyone. First, most everyone knows that I have a crazy ex-boyfriend who pops up now and again with random text messages and emails. This ex-boyfriend has some serious issues as he is the one who was physically and emotionally abusive. Well, let’s just say that yesterday was my day to receive a very random email from him. Usually I just delete these or ignore them because they are so random as they are about once a year. However, this one had me laughing so hard that I shared the email with everyone around me and now I am sharing it with you. First off, who would write such an email? Second off, who would write such an email and then send it to an ex-girlfriend who can't stand you? Ok, I am laughing as I am typing so I will stop the anticipation and just paste the email for everyone to read, laugh and say “what?”

Hi! I hope you are doing well.

I had to send you this picture. 9-10 years ago you said something to me that I have never forgotten. You said Brian, you workout everything on your body except your abs. You need to work them too!

And you were right. So every morning I get up and do at least 200-300 crunches and other abs exercises. For 31, I feel great!

So thank you :)



So, now I say “Where are the abs? I see no abs? I only see ribs!”

Theme Parties with Chatty Carl

In Arizona people have parties all the time; however, they are never just your basic party with food and beverages, but they always have to have a theme of some sort. When I lived in WI I never went to a themed party unless I was 8 and the theme was Barbie where images of Barbie were on the paper plates, cups and napkins. Since we lived here we have been invited to themed parties such as Trailer Trash, 80’s and even your worst sweater party. Andy hates themed parties because he thinks we should just be able to go to a party without dressing up or making a big deal out of it. I for one am all for themed parties, so Andy is a pretty good sport about them, especially when he dresses up for Halloween. Our latest was last night when we went to a Japanese themed birthday party for a good friend of ours who turned 35. The positive thing for Andy is that we didn’t have to dress up. Our friend’s wife is a corporate event planner so she knows how to throw themed parties and has all kinds of cute details. She had a Japanese paper in the bathroom next to the toilet and all the food was Japanese like sushi, pot stickers and spring rolls. Besides a full bar they also had saki bombers and pear saki shots. I wasn’t feeling good all weekend so I decided to be the designated driver while Andy had his fair share of saki bombers and shots. He turned into Chatty Carl that I spoke of in an earlier post. Again, I was very amused by this. He cracks me up when he drinks. About midnight when I was the last sober person at the party it was time to go since I could not hold a conversation with a single person at the party anymore. It was pretty funny to watch everyone turn into mush, but I was getting bored since I had no one to talk to since all the guests were making no sense. Our friend lives about 25 minutes from our house so it was a long (and comical) drive home with Chatty Carl in the passenger seat.