Can I have a drink please?

One of the first lessons I learned living on my own was never to go to the grocery store hungry. We've all done it and ended up with a bunch of disgusting crap our pets would never eat. I never considered the ramifications of going thirsty, which I did today. Lets examine my purchases:

8 Sprites, 8 Cokes, Gallon of grapefruit juice, 4 flavored waters, 4 Izze blackberry sodas, 2 large bottles of water, milk, coffee, and a six pack of beer. This does not seem all that much unless you consider that I only bought about 3 food items. I didn't even realize the skewed ratio until I checked out. The funny thing is that one of my impulse purchases included a travel mug to put all my drinks in.

I can't wait to see Jeremy's face when he opens the fridge and finds nothing to eat for dinner tonight. Whatever he eats, he'll have plenty to wash it down with (that's for you, Patrick!).

Beauty Sleep

I recently purchased a flat iron for my hair. This is no regular run of the mill flat iron, it somehow works magic (little elves inside?) to get hair looking smooth and soft--other devices don't even compare.

I know how to use flat irons, but I thought with the amount of heat my new one pumps out there may be extra precautions, so I decided to actually read the owner's manual. I flipped through it... Don't use in the bathtub or submerge with water. Check. Don't use on skin, near aerosol, or near an open flame. Ok, that sounds like common sense, right? But what I can't get my head around was don't use while sleeping. ??? Some instance of use while snoozing must have occurred for the company to put that in the manual, but for the life of me I cannot come up with a realistic scenario as to what that was. It makes me giggle every time I do my hair.

Now that'll get you going in the morning

When Jeremy and I leave for the day, we go out our garage, which we have to lift manually. When Jeremy left today, the garage made a bunch of noise as always, and Jeremy added to that noise by throwing a lot of expletives. He bounded back into the house urging me to come look at what he had discovered. By the din he made, I half expected to see a rattle snake, and what was there was just as bad (no, it's not a rat):

This picture does not do much justice to the centipede, but look at the website below and those images are exactly what was in our garage.

This six inch centipede had landed on the ground not two inches from Jeremy's head. The horror! We deliberated on how to handle the situation (I clearly made it known it was a finder's keeper's situation: he found the problem and therefore must keep the responsibility of solution). Would Raid be effective? What would be sturdy enough to beat it? Never did we consider keeping it alive. My wimpy self shut the door and told him to deal with it before I vomited out of terror. Brave Jeremy then picked up a shoe and beat the centipede 10 times to its demise. He then put it in a ziplock bag so we could show our pest guy.

Jeremy using a gopher to put the centipede into a plastic bag.

My stellar researching found this website. Now what is unclear is the nesting habits of this particular breed of centipede. There could be hundreds more for all we know. What I do know is that it will be a long time before I go into the garage again, which is a shame since that is where we keep our brand new washer and dryer. Luckily, I did all my laundry the other day.

Let's give it up for Jeremy. He not only almost got it from a centipede but was able to pull it together to get rid of the problem. He may be Indiana Jones-ish--my hero!

EWWWWW!

Heffeweizen, in my opinion, is quite a tasty beer. I used to prefer it...I mean, it is cirtusy, refreshing, and colorful. Who wouldn't want to order a pint of unfiltered deliciousness? The answer is now me.

About a year ago one of our drains at work started backing up. After an assessment, it was determined that a plumber was in order. Joseph came by with a big, giant drain snake and started to it. All of a sudden, this oozy, pink, throbbing, and COLD! substance started pouring out. What? It turns out that it was unfiltered yeast that had built up over the year we started serving heffeweizen on tap. It had fingers and a pulse. Did I mention it was cold? The plumber kept saying, "Thank God I know what this is or else I would be vomiting now," while siphoning the pipe with his mouth. He had it all over his hands and keptflicking it all over us. The bartender and I were in awe and quite disgusted. That scene has never left my memory and I no longer enjoy heffeweizen.

I once mentioned this to someone close to me who has someone close to him/her who works at a bar. This person had the same thing happen, only with a dead rat in the center of the madness. That would have sent me over the edge.

I only mention this because today I had a mini-bout with some yeast. Probably about 8 feet of it. And yes, it was cold.

What happens in Vegas...

Last week, Jeremy and I went on an impromptu jaunt to Las Vegas. The lure of basketball was too much for us to resist. Besides losing our life savings, we had a wonderful time. Here is the best story:

Friday night at about 11pm we were full of cocktails and ready to relocate. We couldn't decide where to go as it was far too early to take it to the hotel. It was a whole lot of "Let's go here...No...how about here..no." and so on. Until it was, "Let's go get married. YES!" So we did.

Although it was sad to not have our family and friends there, it was fun and we are happy.

Ha, Ha...April Fools Day!

Couch update.

I PROMISE I am not turning this into a couch blog, but I think it must be noted that we have a strict no cat, food, or beverage rule for our couch. With that being said...

My sister came over last night and we were chatting on the couch until we opened a beer and we immediately had to sit on the floor. Same thing this morning--I am enjoying my "morning-off" coffee but cannot do so on the couch. It's probably for the best as I am quite accident prone.

On another note, last night Joolie and I discovered probably the best show on television to date. We couldn't peel our eyes off the screen.

Couch Potato

In 1996 my college apartment caught fire. It went down in the glory of a 6 alarm fire. Everything was lost, including a new-to-me 8 foot couch that was my prized possession. Later that week, my roommate and I purchased a used couch set for very cheap. It was comfy enough and just cute enough to not be ugly (at the time at least). Over the years, the set turned into just the love seat. This has been our couch--like it or not--until today.

As I blog, I am sitting on the couch that has been my dream since I first spotted it at Crate and Barrel. My sister and I would go there for the sole purpose to sit on it (she has a dream couch there too). It was out of reach until Jeremy and I found it at Haverty's. For over a year we have been measuring and debating and figuring out just how we would get this couch. His parents even gave us the money for it Christmas of 2007. On Saturday, we decided enough was enough and we bought it. With quick delivery, we got it today.

One problem....Our living room is very narrow and the couch swallows it whole. We can no longer call this our living room but rather the couch room. But it is beautiful and everything I hoped for.

So, welcome to adulthood, Meat and Bert! First a washer/dryer, now a couch. What next?