Monday, October 26, 2009

Koby's Big-Boy Bed

Okay, so the big-boy bed, is really just moving his bed to our room. Mason and I agreed that it was time to let Koby sleep in the room with us instead of all alone in the kitchen. Our main concern was that he would wake up in the middle of the night and either find a nice black shoe to chew on or terrorize Sheeba.

Sleep being so precious to us, me especially, we waited until the weekend to allow him in. Saturday night, we brought him in, and he was pretty sure this was play time, even though Charlie was already curled up on my side of the bed and Sheeba was trying to hobble towards her bed. Koby's only thoughts were; "Sheeba! Let's play! Here, I'll chew on your back and you pretend you don't like it." and "Oh, Mommy wants to play too! You can't catch me!" Finally Mason caught him and we plopped him in the bed with us until we were ready to turn out the lights where he drifted off snuggled under the covers. Moments after the darkness hit and Koby did 4 circles in his own bed before plopping down, he jumped up and started barking as if there were an intruder. Wow, this is going to suck. After we finally calmed him down, he fell asleep and didn't make a peep.

Overall, he did good. So we let him sleep with us again last night. Once again, we had to let him fall asleep under the covers, snuggled in the crook of my arm. I placed him in his bed while our bed side lights were still on, and learned what exactly made him concerned about our safety the night before. On the other side of the room, there was a strange dog looking back at him, which was terrifying. He ran towards the dog barking his little head off while Sheeba and Charlie just looked at him like he was crazy. He stopped short of the wall in case that other dog was going to jump out at him. And then, the scariest thing ever happened, he made eye contact with me in the mirror. Not only is there a strange dog in this rectangle, but there is someone who looks just like his human! Freaky. He jumped back about a foot and barked harder. Finally I snatched him up and took him and his racing heart to the mirror, so he could hopefully see there was nothing to be worried about. The other dog and human weren't able to get through. I feel I should mention that this is not the first time Koby has looked in the mirror, I have showed it to him many times before. But this is the first time he has been scared of it, in fact this is the first time that he gave it more then a sniff.

Koby Juan Kanobi, aside from the scary creatures in the mirror, you did okay on your first two nights in your big-boy bed.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Chocolate Truffles

So guess what, turns out I do know how to make truffles. I just temporarily forgot that I made them with my sister, and they were delicious (thanks for reminding me). It's a good thing that they are a little bit of a pain to make, otherwise I would probably eat them every day. So scrumptious. Which reminds me of a couple projects I have bouncing around in my head. Now where is that darned idea book?

Monday, October 19, 2009

Top 10

Monday greeted me with an irate customer accusing my team of thinking we don't need to try for them any more, and that we need to be reminded that we can be replaced. (Um, excuse me jerk-wad, we did everything correctly, and by the time you started your complaining, the part was already sitting in your warehouse). So, in an effort to rebound from that Monday morning bliss, I'm going to attempt to do a Top Ten of happy things. (I'm super busy today, so cross your fingers that I get to all ten).

1. For the 3rd time in 5 years, I won a raffle at work. The first time I won a way to big t-shirt, the second time I won an electric cooler (I know, I'm awesome). Today, I found out that I won Mason's Christmas present! I can't really tell you what it is on the off chance that he would ACTUALLY read the blog. You know as soon as I spill a secret, that's when he would read it. It's not any of the items I was crossing my fingers for (32" LCD being my first choice), but it's still a really nice prize. Here are some clues: 1) It's right up my ally. 2) It's something I have a lot of and tend to collect the really old versions. 3) If I didn't already have one that I absolutely LOVE, I would keep it for myself. 4) Maybe I should just go ahead and keep it for myself.

2. I had a great photo shoot yesterday. Although it was a little chilly, the lighting was absolutely perfect! 135 shots later, I'm tied to the computer during my free time, editing those 135 pictures. If I had that nice new camera, it would have only been that much better. Dear New Shiny Pentax, I will save you from that dark box just sitting there on that shelf all alone.

3. I found a new lotion I absolutely love, Yes To Carrots. It's strong enough to stay on all day without being greasy. And it isn't loaded down with smelly perfumes either. They have a cucumber and tomato line as well, I'm looking forward to trying those. I think the chap stick is a little expensive, but it did win the Fitness Beauty Award in 2008, so maybe it's worth it.

4. Even though I wasn't quite ready to say goodbye to walking outside on the warm concrete barefoot, the cooler air does make for great sleeping. Horrible waking up and getting out of the shower, but great sleeping.

5. The colder weather also means I don't have to worry about waking up a little early so I can shave my legs. There is a 90% chance I won't be wearing shorts or a skirt today.

6. The cooler weather also means it's about time to pull out all my cute winter hats. I bet I need some new ones for this year...

7. Playing with Charlie in the snow is one of my favorite things. So I'm looking forward to some snowy white blankets this winter. If we could convince Koby that there is nothing entertaining beyond our yard, then he could join in the side yard snow ball festivities. Sheeba is scared of the side yard, so she prefers to stay nice and cozy inside.

8. I'm also very excited to hear about and see my new nieces and nephew's first real experiences with snow. Not to mention, I would really like to go sledding. If it's not going to be a pretty fall, can we just skip ahead to the snow part?

9. Whoever invented the chocolate truffle should be crowned king/queen of the universe. I love that person, and those truffles. Mmmm... I need to learn how to make those.

10. Why is #10 always the hardest to come up with? I finally gave in and got the Smooth Away, and I have to admit, I kinda like it. I can still shave my legs faster with a razor, but if Mason drags me to the air field on a hot enough day to wear shorts again, I won't have to give myself wicked bad razor burn in my rush. I can just grab my smooth away, hop in the car and arrive smooth and razor burn free.

Whew. Didn't think I was going to make it all the way to 10.

Monday, October 12, 2009

The Bad List

Zach Earll and Sprint, you are on my bad list. Sprint, you are technically only on my grey list, but you got there because you do not allow me to block individual numbers. I can block them from texting me, but they are still free to call me multiple times in the middle of the night. And we all know how well I handle being woken up in the middle of the night for no reason at all, especially when I have to wake up early the next morning.

Zach. You are so far down on the bad list that you are practically in a black hole. I don't know you, I don't want to know you, so STOP CALLING ME! I have told you several times now that you are calling/texting the wrong number. Call me multiple times in the middle of the night again, I'll see if it qualifies as harassment and slap a restraining order on your (ahem) bottom.

The Communication of Zach and Kayla:
Oct. 8
6:06pm z(text): Hey call me now

Oct. 10
10:52am z(text): Baby call me now
10:54am k(text): Who is this?
11:34am z(text): This zach earll
11:36am k(text): I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number.

Oct. 11
12:19am z(text): Baby i love u
11:39pm z calls, I don't answer.
11:39pm z calls, I don't answer.
11:40pm z calls, I answer, hoping to end this:
k: Hello?
z: (unintelligible ebonics or drunkenness)
k: You have the wrong number.
11:41pm z calls, Mason answers (using a voice so deep I laugh):
m: Hello? Who is this? (not sure who hung up first)

1:34am z calls, I don't answer.
1:34am z calls, I don't answer.
1:35am z calls, I don't answer.
1:39am z calls, I answer so I can go back to sleep:
k: (very groggy) Hello?
z: (I have no idea what he said or if it was even intelligible)
k: It is 1:30 in the morning, it is NOT okay to call me.
z: (mumbles something like "oh")
k: You have the wrong number anyway.
1:40 am z(text): I love u baby
1:40 am z(text): I love u baby
1:41am Mason tries to figure out how to block his number.
1:46am I turn off my phone. Hope there are no emergencies tonight.
6:26am k(text): I dont know who you are, or who you are looking for. But I am not her. Please delete this number from your phone. (I really hope I woke him up).

Being the Super Sleuth that I am, I looked him up on Facebook (go ahead, look him up, there is only 1 in St. Louis), and I just have one question. Why is it that NONE of my phone stalkers are ever good looking?

I have blocked his number from texting me, but stupid Sprint does not allow me to block him from calling me. So I had to save him as a contact and change his ring tone to none. At least he won't be able to wake me up anymore. But the question is, other phone companies offer number blocking, why doesn't Sprint? At this point, it is becoming a safety issue. I'm very close to hunting him down and destroying all his communication devices with a baseball bat. Did I mention that I like my sleep very much?

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Reason I Don't Set People Up

Dear _______ (you know who you are),

This is not easy for me to say, and perhaps it won't be easy for you to hear. But in spite of the good times/conversations we've shared, I've come to the conclusion that it's best not to continue dating. You have showed your true colors this weekend, and they turned out to be quite an ugly shade of purple. If you would have taken the time to get to know me, you would know how very much I detest purple.

I am not impressed that you used to date models, it just proves to me that you are not looking for a girl with intelligence like me. I am also not impressed that you sold all of your worldly possessions to live in another country but gave up after two weeks. Which let's be honest, that was stupid. It doesn't show me how worldly you are, it just shows me that you don't put in any effort and that you give up easily after making rash decisions. I have friends that have vacationed in Europe longer then that. Your constant need for attention is exhausting. Believe it or not, but a relationship is not all about you.

Of course all of those character flaws could have been overlooked for the time being, if you had been able to keep your hands to yourself. Apparently the button of my jeans was far more interesting then my verbal skills. For the record, I'm very nice and quite funny, not that you care. Furthermore, just because I have boobs does not mean you need to try and feel them, especially after I said no.

Perhaps contrary to your past experiences, no does actually mean no. The boundaries I set were not a dotted line, but a thick, solid, written in permanent marker line. Not only did your advances make me uncomfortable in my own home, but you managed to disrespect me and my values. Shame on you for claiming to have Christian values while not respecting women for who they are instead of what they are.

You may not have noticed anything above my chest, but I am actually quite cute. I have a lot of great things to say and I'm very entertaining. It's unfortunate that you were unwilling to get to know me instead of just my body. Because of your actions, you will never be able to witness any of the exciting mishaps that regularly occur in my life. I know for a fact that you, of all people, would have appreciated those the most.

Please know I am not upset that our time together was so brief, as I prefer to keep the company of people with more than two brain cells and at least an ounce of respect for others. Good luck finding your brainless bimbo, I'm sure there are plenty that would be happy to be nothing but a trophy.

Probably every smart girl you have ever gone out with.

*I wrote this letter to make ammends for setting my friend up with this horrible "d-bag."