Madden 11

So...I told Boyfriend about the blog before he left on Friday. At first he was mad that I hid it from him, but then he started reading it and was all, "Move over! I'm doing the video game reviews from now on."  I was kinda taken back, but he knows his shit (apparently I do not) and he is better at it than me. Enjoy :)

By far...the best Madden yet.

Streamed lined running, balance passing, and new play calling system makes this Madden the best for any level of fan.

The sprint button has been removed and more emphasis has been put on the use of the right stick. This gives the player more control and also makes finding holes a necessity. This also creates a new level of realism that was missing in previous Maddens.

The passing game is neither too easy nor too hard. You don't feel that every pass thrown is caught and also don't feel that you are only chance at getting yards is running. I saw very few unrealistic catches and unfair drops. The receivers caught when they should and dropped when they should.

The new play calling system picks plays for you and allows you to listen to your offensive and defensive coaches via headset. If you're not good at defense like I am, this automatic play system balances the game. The offensive play calling can be frustrating at times, but overall the A.I. is decent. If you are one of those people who wants to look at the entire playbook, you can turn this feature off. But for me, it made me feel more like I was the QB or the defensive captain.

In closing, EA Sports stepped up their game in response to natural motion and 505 games attempted competition. They finally listened to the consumer and made necessary changes.

As a side note, they added a physics engine to the tackle engine. These things make the game very good, but it still loses its luster after a season or two.

-The Boyfriend


Note from Admin: I've never actually been into sports games, so I have no idea if he is telling the truth or not :)

About This Blogger

I was reading blogs all day yesterday instead of doing laundry and what not and I found quite a few that had an About Me post and I thought it was a great idea. I hope no one minds me snaggin' it. So here it goes...


1. I play the Bass guitar. I'm not very good at it, but its fun.

2. I have weird taste in food. I absolutely hate red meat and I cannot drink dark pop (or soda...however you like to say it). I like chicken, turkey and Sprite. Oh...and I hate fish.

3. I had cat scratch fever when I was in the 6th grade. Yes, it's real. My arm swelled up like a balloon and I absolutely could not bend it. They were going to poke it with a needle and do a biopsy but I screamed and ran out of the room. They gave me medicine instead and it healed right up. Stupid doctors and needles.

4. I dabble in photography.

5. I drew this at work one day when I was bored and then had to draw one for each of my friends.

Cabookie is my nickname FYI. Don't ask.

6. I'm terrified of bugs. Any bug, but especially spiders.

Just posting this pic gave me the creeps.

7. If you've ever read my About Me page, you know that I love turtles. Or you may have gathered from the pink one on the title. Either way, I have proof.

So there ya go! Seven things you probably never cared to know about me!

OMG My First Award!

I was feeling so down pretty much all day today, but THAT HAS CHANGED! I am so freakin' happy right now...you don't even know!! This is me right now.

Jess from It Is A Big Deal, It Is To Me, has given me an award.

Here are the rules that must be followed:

1.Thank the blogger who awarded it to you.

2.Sum up your blogging philosophy, motivation, and experience using five (5) words.
3. Pass it on to 10 other blogs which you feel have real substance.


1. Piece of cake.

2. Um, I'm going to go with Humor, Randomness, Geekness, Entertainment and Friends

3. Ten Blogs that I choose to give this award to are as follows:

      O is Me
      Red Means Go
      EPBOT
      New Dress A Day
      Whiskey Marie
      Ranter's Box
      Awkward Sex and The City
      Daydream Believer
      Livit, Luvit
      Steam Me Up, Kid
     

Ok, that was harder than I thought. A lot of honorable mentions have already received the award so I wanted to give other great blogs a chance.


    
    

Umpa Lumpas and Alice in Wonderland

Friday, my boss approached me and asked if I was going to use any of my vacation near the holidays. I said, "Yes, I would like to take the whole month of December off, please." She laughed and mumbled "you wish" under her breath.

But it got me thinking. Is it seriously time to start considering December already? Should I start Christmas shopping on Amazon already? Then I realized that Wednesday is September! Freaking September! That means almost fall. And I absolutely L-O-V-E fall. Fall means almost Halloween and Halloween is one of my favorite days of the year. I am stoked to get all dressed up and hit up all the Halloween parties. Not to mention going to the Haunted Houses and Haunted theme parks.

Boyfriend and I discussed our costumes this year and I absolutely want to go as Alice.

And I want him to go as the Mad Hatter.

But of course, he wants to go as Willy Wonka. And not the Johnny Depp Willy Wonka but the original Gene Wilder Wonka.

I swear if he tries to get me to dress up as an Umpa Lumpa, I am going to seriously reconsider his feelings for me.

Matching costumes may be out of the question this year. Oh and look what I found searching for Umpa Lumpas.

Hahaha. Love it.

Have any good costumes ideas? Any previous Halloween experiences worth sharing?

Have an awesome Sunday!

I made a CD for you!

I got in my car this morning feeling a little blue about Boyfriend being gone, and decided to rummage through my insane stack of mixed CDs.

I found one titled Cluster F*ck and was all, "Yay, that looks fun." (I seriously do talk to myself sometimes. Don't judge me.)

As I was scanning through the songs, I realized that the CD was totally and completely random and I wondered if I had been drunk when I made it. I honestly can't remember. Here are the tracks...

1. Tool-Sober
2. Hope-Who am I to say?
3. Journey- Don't Stop Believing
4. A Long December- Counting Crows
5. Mudvayne- Happy
6. NSync-Bye Bye Bye
7. Fastball- Outta my head
8. Eve 6- Inside Out
9. Julie Roberts- Break Down Here
10. Slipknot-Snuff
11. Matchbox 20- Bed of Lies
12. Reba- Fancy
13. Kelly Clarkson- Behind These Hazel Eyes
14. Theory of a Deadman- I hate my life
15. Miley Cyrus- Fly on the Wall
16. Sir Mix A Lot- Baby Got Back
17. Melissa Etheridge- Come to my Window


Now, have you ever seen something so very random? I can see where I came up with Kelly Clarkson since it immediately follows Reba, but how did I go from Miley Cyrus to Sir Mix A Lot? Mudvayne to NSync? Most of my mixed CDs are pretty well organized because I just go through my music library on my computer and add them to a CD and they are alphabetical and usually in the same genre.

I suppose I gave it a very accurate title.

5 Things That Drive Me Crazy: Facebook Edition

1. Reading status updates from friends that are on vacation while I'm stuck in the office- There is nothing worse than when I'm sitting at work and seeing that one of my friends is laying on the beach.

2. Layout changes every 5 freaking days- As soon as I get use to Facebook, they go and change it again. And WTF is with the new location thing? That's just asking for someone to stalk you.

3.Facebook Arguments- I absolutely cannot stand it when people get into fights over Facebook. Especially when they keep writing back and forth on each other's walls and your entire home page is filled with their crap. Seriously...grow some balls and fight in person like the good ol' days.

4. Farmville- The requests. The notifications. They are everywhere.

5. Pokes- Go poke your damn self.

I'm out of things to talk about.

Well, it's Thursday and I really have nothing to talk about. I haven't played any new video games...still waiting on Halo Reach to come out.

I haven't had any funny mishaps that may or may not entertain you. (Ok, except for the fact that my nose ring is infected now and I think I should take it out.)

I haven't read a book in a while because I've just been too busy.

I did however get to watch The Other Guys with boyfriend the other night and it was hysterical! Go see it if you get a chance! Will Farrell is hilarious and Mark Wahlberg compliments his character fantastically (which I never expected).

Also, I'm working on helping my sister's softball team organize a breast cancer awareness softball tournament. So far, we have the dates set. We are really terrible at this. The tournament is actually called Save Second Base. How perfect is that? I wish I could say that it had been my idea, but I can't.

On the first day of the tournaments, my sister's team (which happens to be the championship team...woo hoo Go Sister!) is going to play against survivors and their families. To have a disadvantage, my sister's team has to wear bras on the outside of their T Shirts and stuff them with water balloons. In October. I will definitely be posting pics of the event.

But since I have some hook ups, I was put in charge of coming up with some T Shirt designs. I would like to share them with you. Keep in mind they need cleaned up and what not, but here are some samples.

What do ya think?

Any ideas?

Cartoons

I rarely ever wake up early enough on a Saturday mornings to catch the cartoons, but every once in a while, I do...and they just aren't the same as they use to be. I don't even get most of them. But it does make me think about the good ol' days when I had no bills to pay, no laundry to do, and no dinner to cook. I didn't have to get up every morning and drag my butt to work. I didn't have to worry about what day it was or what time it was. Ah, to be a child again.

To celebrate my dearly missed childhood, I am going to share with you my favorite cartoons in the 90's. (In no particular order)


1. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles- TMNT are still cool to this day and for good reason. They kick freakin' butt. My favorite was Michelangelo. He was so far-out! (Cheesy, I know)

2. Animaniacs- I absolutely loved this cartoon! It always cracked me up with its wackiness and slapstick wit.

3. Doug- Oh I remember watching this show with my big sister all the time. Doug Funnie and Pattie Mayonnaise were the bomb.

4. Chip & Dale Rescue Rangers- What's not to love? Chipmunks are freakin cute and they were little detective heroes that had a nose for trouble.

5. Muppet Babies- So cute. Especially little Kermit. I loved their imaginations and little adventures they would go on until the Nanny would show up and bring them back to reality. I hated when the Nanny ruined it. But I so longed for that sense of wonder.

7. Captain Planet- I mostly just love the theme song and can still to this day remember it. Everybody now...Captain Planet, he's our hero, gonna take pollution down to zero. No? Okay. If I could pick one, I would totally be Fire. No Wind. Okay, maybe Heart.

Oh, and all of the following are great too! How about you? What were your favorites?

I don't like Texas anymore

I am really sad this week, you guys. Boyfriend is leaving for Texas on Saturday which is about 300 million miles away (approximately, of course). He is going to be gone for a whole week and I'm going to be simply forlorn without him. I mean, who am I suppose to play WOW with? (Haha jk, we don't play WOW. Ok...yes we do.)

Anyways, we are trying to get all of his stuff ready this week so last night we went shopping for traveling supplies. I was very clearly moping through the isles as he collected his travel shampoo, travel toothbrush and travel every thing else. He kept asking me what was wrong and I would just say nothing and try to get him to buy smaller bottles so he'd have to come home sooner.

Then we got home and he realized that he doesn't have any luggage. So I offered mine.

And he said no. Men. So tonight we have to go find him some luggage. I think I'm going to try to find a suitcase big enough for me to fit in. Then when he gets to the hotel, I'll pop out and yell "Surprise!"

Good idea? No? Yeah, I didn't think so either. But being the intuitive boyfriend that he is, he knows exactly why I'm bummed out. When I woke up this morning, I found these on my table.

How freakin' cute? Apparently he snuck out after I'd gone to sleep, which kinda worries me that I didn't hear him get out of bed or leave the apartment...or come back in the apartment....or get back in bed. Weird.

Although it still doesn't erase the fact that he is leaving...it helps. A little.

Doctors Are Overrated

I have to go to the doctor today for the 67th time this year, so I thought I'd tell ya'll about my experience with doctors this year.

Back in May, I started getting these severe pains in my stomach every time I ate and would then vomit.  It sucked. After about a week, I went to the doctor, they gave me some antibiotics and sent me on my merry little way. Two days later, I had another episode and decided I had better get a second opinion.

I went to another doctor who sent me through a series of test including one where they put radioactive dye in me and made me lay still under a camera for two hours. Needless to say, it sucked. But it was finally determined that I had gallbladder disease, so my doctor referred me to a surgeon.

Two days later, I was sitting in the surgeon's office telling the nurse what I was allergic to. The surgeon came in, pushed on my stomach a little and then told me that they were going to go ahead and schedule the surgery. Right then, I should have known. I should have seen the dollars signs in his eyes. But no, all I could think of was, "Yes, I get to take time off of work!"

Apparantely this is a pretty common procedure and like everyone I talked to afterwards has had or knows someone who has had their gallbladder removed . So everyone who may have to experience this ...get your sick butt off of the exam table and go get a second opinion. In fact, get a second opinion when the first doctor tells you that you have gallbladder disease.

The surgery itself wasn't that bad. I was in a lot of pain, but I expected that. And apparently after they drugged me up, I told the nurses that I had named my gallbladder Earl, so that I could sing, "Goodbye Earl" to it. I wonder if they let me?

They sent me home the same day to let my inexperienced boyfriend take care of me. I pretty much slept that whole first day and was on a lot of pain killers. It was all pretty much a blur. The second day, I had to take the bandages off of my four incisions. And I desperately needed a shower.

Boyfriend got me into the shower and I immediately got nauseous. I started swaying and closing my eyes so Boyfriend got into the shower with me to hold me up. (He got an award for his outstanding nursing, btw) Then he started peeling away the bandages over my stitches. I made the mistake of looking down at them. As soon as I did, I felt this heavy wave of nausea come over me. I threw back the shower curtain and, as quickly as I could manage, went to the toilet and started dry heaving. It seriously felt like all my stitches ripped out. Then I got even sicker because I thought about the ripped out stitches. So there I am, wet and naked, hugging the toilet for dear life. It wasn't pretty. I actually felt bad for Boyfriend who had to witness the whole thing.

I sat down on the bathroom floor and finally wrapped a towel around me. I was crying so hard that I couldn't see and yelling at Boyfriend to please call my damn doctor because I was dying. No body answered on the nurse's 24 hour help line. Figures. Boyfriend picked me up off the bathroom floor after much protesting on my part and put me back in bed. He gave me some pain killers and I didn't wake up until the next day. He told me that he checked my pulse like every half hour to make sure I hadn't croaked. Such a good boyfriend.

The healing process was slow. Like 6 weeks worth of slow. My digestive system was way out of whack and I couldn't eat hardly anything without getting sick to my stomach in one way or another. I was pretty much constantly running to the bathroom.

I couldn't leave the house. I learned that beer, coffee and BBQ sauce now hate me. And I have four ugly scars on my stomach. Tomorrow will be three months since my surgery and I am still not completely normal. No, I'm not in pain anymore, but I have to be extremely careful about what I eat and I absolutely cannot eat out at a restaurant. The food just has too much fat. I also have to plan to be near a bathroom for a least an hour after I eat.

I've called my doctor like a million times asking her why I still can't keep food in my stomach and she keeps giving me tips, but nothing works. She also told me that 60% of people who have had their gallbladders removed can suffer the side effects for life. LIFE!

Lots of doctor bills and appointments later, I am once again headed to the doctor to see if there is something else wrong that may or may not have had anything to do with my gallbladder. Lovely.

Have a nice day all and please, have a cup of coffee for me.

I have discovered that I am easily peer pressured

I am 24 years old. 24 years old should not be peer pressured easily, right? Like, I should be grown up enough to tell my BFF that I do not want to stun myself with a stun gun. But I'm not. And I'm also not smart enough to tell her no when she gets a notion to go to the tattoo parlor.

We walked in, not even knowing why we were there exactly, but BFF happens to be in love with her tattoo artist so I'm pretty sure we were there to see him. They started chatting and I was watching some dude get a tattoo on his neck, when BFF said, "Ok, let's do it. How much for two?"

I spun around and looked at her. "Two what? Hot dogs?"

She laughed and told me they didn't sell hot dogs there and then informed me that we were getting piercings. BUT she said I could pick the place. How thoughtful of her.

My palms immediately started sweating and my heart started racing. I do not like needles. I mean, who does? The funny thing is though, I didn't even argue with her. I didn't protest at all. I just followed them back to the piercing room and started thinking about where I wanted a hole in my body.

BFF went first and decided to get her nose pierced. I almost had a heart attack just watching her go through it. He put these clamp type things on her nose and then shoved a huge needle through her nostril.

Needle

Clamps

Then he put in a little tiny diamond stud. She didn't even flinch. She got up from the table and ran to the mirror and was smiling like she had just won the lottery. Then she actually jumped up and down and hugged the tattoo artist. It actually looked really cute, so I was all, "Ok, that's what I want done, too."

I was still feeling extremely nervous, but a little confident. BFF didn't seem to be in any pain at all, so I thought I could handle it.

I was so terribly wrong. He shoved that freaking needle through my nostril and it hurt like Hell. There is no other feeling like cold steel going through your nostril! My eyes started watering (I was NOT crying, despite what they say) so bad the tattoo artist had to run out and grab me some tissues. Never again will I ever get anything pierced.

Moral of the story whole weekend....BFF's lie. Well, she is either a liar or strong like the Hulk. Either way, I am not listening to her anymore.

Stun Guns and Stupid BFFs

Please note: No one in this story was under the influence of any kind of drugs, including alcohol. These were sober decisions, sadly.

Kids, do not try this at home.

BFF, Boyfriend and I got kind of bored last night. Too bored I would say. You see, I have this stun gun. It is used for my protection and have never had to use it. Until last night.

BFF got the BRIGHT idea to see what it felt like to be stunned. And of course, Boyfriend and I went a long with it. So there we were, standing in my kitchen, arguing over who gets to go first. I was all, "You know, I would like to get this on camera, so I'll go last." They didn't buy it, but I did indeed end up going last. Which was stupid, because I watched both of their reactions and still let them stun me.

BFF went first. Boyfriend held the stun gun on her arm for like half a second and she reminded me of my mom's old poodle that use to have seizures all the time. But then she laughed and said it didn't hurt that bad. Then I got the privilege of using it on Boyfriend. I held it there for about a second and he twitched a little bit but was otherwise okay. I was a little nervous and didn't trust either of them so I tried to do it on myself.

BUT, I couldn't pull the trigger! So I handed it over to Boyfriend. He hit me in the arm with the stupid stun gun and I hit the ground. I swear he held it on there for like an hour but they swear it was only a second. (Yeah, right) It paralyzed my entire freakin' body. Everything felt so heavy that all I could do was fall. I'm pretty sure I flopped around like a fish too. After I came back to Earth, I was mad because I thought they had set me up and didn't even really stun themselves.  Then Boyfriend told me that the stun gun was only 80,000 volts and I was all, "I don't give an electrifying shit how many volts it is. It freakin' hurt!" Then they laughed and asked me what an electrifying shit was. {Shrugs}

I actually did get this all on video, but neither of them wanted to be on the internet, so I promised I wouldn't add it....for now:)

Oh AND then, BFF made me watch The Last Song and we all cried like damn babies. Even Boyfriend. Seriously....that movie is sad. Worse the Titanic. Maybe.


P.S. Sorry about the pics....kitchen lighting is crap.

Maximum Ride

Best book series ever.

Ok, maybe.

The Maximum Ride novels by James Patterson are truly incredible. They are so exciting! Every page is action packed.

The series is about six kids that were that were bred in a science lab and endured experiments that left them 98% human and 2% avian. Yeah, they all have wings and can fly. They are amazing! Max is the main character and pretty much the leader. They escaped the science lab and have to fend for themselves. Max is like fourteen and has to take care of everyone. She also has to worry about their protection. People from the science lab are always chasing them and trying to get them to come back.

As they grow, they begin discovering that they have more abilities than just their wings. But I won't give those away. These kids are constantly on the run and trying to figure out ways to survive while getting betrayed by people they thought they could trust.

These books are honestly appropriate for all ages although they are listed as young adult science fiction/fantasy books. My dad and my boss read them and absolutely loved them. Not to mention like half of my friends.

There are also graphic novels out and they are making a movie based on the series. BUT it is directed by Catherine Hardwicke who also directed Twilight and pretty much screwed the whole thing up. I can only hope she does better on the Maximum Ride novels.


Speaking of turning books into movies, ya'll should check out Fantasy Casting.

5 Things That Drive Me Crazy: Celebrity Edition

Lady Gaga- Seriously? Do I need to even explain? Lady Gaga drives me crazy for the simple reason that she is overplayed! I absolutely cannot stand Bad Romance and it seems to follow me everywhere. It's even my roommate's ringtone...which she knows I hate.

Kanye West- Can we say asshole? This guy is un-freaking-believable. And the whole Taylor Swift fiasco at the VMA's only added to my hate.

Megan Fox- Yet another mean celebrity. I don't hate her because she is the sexiest woman alive, I hate her because she is a egotistical biatch. Yeah, I said it. I mean she compared Michael Bay to Hitler.

Eddie Murphy- He just annoys me. Always has. His voice. His facial expressions. His laugh. Can't stand him.

Paris Hilton- She is famous for having sex on camera. She is overrated and she is dumb. Enough said.

Blog Love

I started out doing one post per blog I recommend, but it's going to get to a point where I'm posting about other blogs all day. So here is compilation of the blogs I read on the daily. (If I share these with you, you must promise to come back to Jumble Mash. I know the following blogs are fantastic, but don't forget about lil' ol' me :))
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I need to give a huge THANK YOU to fellow blogger Jess from It's a Big Deal, It is to me! She has been super duper helpful to me and Jumble Mash. She helped me work out a few bugs and hopefully everything is running smoothly now.

Everyone needs to check out her blog. It's wonderful! My favorites are the Face Punch posts.

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The Bloggess. This one doesn't even need an intro. Just go there.

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Effyvescence . Effy also helped me out when Jumble Mash wasn't working properly. She is just starting out (like me) but so far...awesome! She is funny and quirky and I think we are BFF's now. :)

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EPBOT.  From the same creator that brought us Cake Wrecks, Jen. She is just wonderful, especially if you are a geek. But even if you aren't, you'll still love her. You have to.

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PYSIH or People You'll See In Hell. This blog usually makes me angry, but I do love when justice is served. The blog is entirely dedicated to showing all of us the bad people in the world. Then you get to vote on whether or not you want to see them in Hell. (Don't worry, you can't actually send someone to Hell)

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Edit: Had to add this one.

New Dress A Day. This blog is awesome. The girl has decided to creat a new dress every day for a year out of an ugly one for only $1. 365 days and 365 dollars. The befores and afters are amazing!

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Now go on, I'll be back tomorrow!

The Joys of Camping

The weekend was...fun.
As soon as we got to camp on Friday, I decided to go ahead and set the tent up. Well I quickly discovered that I forgotten the roof to my tent, which was really bad because the forecast was calling for rain. Boyfriend and I decided to use a ratty old tarp that we had as a makeshift roof and it seemed to work okay.

It was so scorching hot outside that it was pretty much impossible to do anything else except swim. But guess who forgot her swimsuit? This girl. That can't stop me though. I just borrowed a pair of Boyfriend's shorts and went in. The river was freezing cold but it felt great. Boyfriend cut his foot on a rock and now hates the river, but I still think it's pretty darn wonderful.

After swimming, I discovered that I forgot to pack an extra bra and my bra was now soaked. Then I yelled at Boyfriend and told him that I had forgotten so many things because he hadn't been a bit of help when I packed. But being the brainy guy that he is, told me to just take my bra off and let it dry by the fire. Sounded good to me. So we lit a fire and I sat my bra down on the rocks beside it. This is what we built the fire in...

Looks pretty harmless right? WRONG! This is a bra eating machine! Not even a half an hour after we lit the fire, I went to check on my bra and the straps were melted almost completely off! I didn't think the rocks would get that hot, but apparently, I'm not much of a thinker. I then proceeded to complain and Boyfriend came over to investigate. He picked up the bra and touched the melting straps, which wasn't one of his brightest moments. Needless to say, the straps were hot and he flung the bra into the air. The bra then landed up in a tree. I don't usually take a ladder camping, and this time was no exception. So the bra stayed.

That night we discovered that our makeshift tent roof didn't work at all. Every time the wind blew, the tarp smacked against the tent reminding me of the tent scene in the Blair Witch project. I was scared out of my mind. I kept waking Boyfriend up asking what that noise was. He told me about twenty times that it was just the tarp, but I was and still am convinced someone was trying to break in and steal our pillows. He thinks I watch too much T.V.

After only getting about an hour of sleep, I demanded we find a Wal Mart the next morning. Our trusty GPS took us about twenty minutes away from camp to a Wal Mart. We bought a new tent because we couldn't find a tarp big enough and I got a new bra. Yay! Then Boyfriend admitted that he wanted real food and not just junk food so we got some stuff to cook over the fire. And he didn't even pay up on the bet. He didn't even try to catch a fish!

Later that day, I got hit in the head with a birdie.

And got hit in the leg with a Ladderball ball. Both hurt a lot more than one would think.

Ladderball is like the funnest game ever BTW.

That night we drank some of my Sweet Tea Vodka and got pretty tipsy, which was a mistake. I swear I only thought beer would make one run to the bathroom five times an hour, but Sweet Tea Vodka and Lemonade works the same way. Once we went to bed, I got up seven times to pee! Which means, I had to find my shoes, unzip the tent which woke Boyfriend up every time, and then walk to the restrooms. In the middle of the night. With a pillow thief amongst us. I pretty much ran the whole way there and back.

Sunday was pretty uneventful except for packing up the car and heading home. We came home and showered the campfire smoke and dirt away and then didn't move off the couch until bed time. I had to go back to work today just to get some rest.


Bonus: Here is a pic of a really ugly dog that camped beside us.

And by ugly, I mean so ugly it's cute!

Letter to Neighbor

Dear Upstairs Neighbor,

       Last week, when you overflowed your sink because you passed out on the toilet, also caused water damage to my apartment. My recliner in particular. However, since I am utterly grateful that the sink didn't come through my ceiling and because the situation was kinda hilarious, I'm gonna let it slide.
      
      BUT, I want need to know why you always decide to clean your apartment at 1:00 a.m. I know you work day shift, because we leave at the same time every morning and we get home at the same time. So, I really can't understand why it's necessary to clean at 1:00 a.m.

     Usually, I am already in sleepy town by then. I do not like being awoken by a vacuum cleaner, especially yours. Seriously, does that thing have a car engine? It's so loud! Then, for some reason, you always insist on turning on those horrible 80's tunes. And I'm pretty sure I've heard you singing along, and you have a terrible singing voice.

      Since the Kitchen Incident of 2010, I am truly terrified that you are going to leave your sink running now. So I stay awake until you have finished cleaning. Then I tiptoe into the living room to make sure it isn't raining from the ceiling. It's gotta stop.

      I really thought that we were going to be able to be BFF's but you are cutting into my sleeping time. And as previously stated, you are 100% responsible for my bad moods. I called the electric company to see if they would shut your power off from 11:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m., but they told me no. Lucky for you.

      So in conclusion, I ask that you please stop cleaning your apartment in the wee hours of the morning. If you must continue, I will give you a key and you can clean mine, too.



Thanks,
Downstairs Neighbor

I HATE Thieves.

I absolutely cannot stand a thief. It's one of my biggest peeves, EVER. And anybody that knows me could tell you that. Like seriously, don't even steal my hair tie or I will go freakin' postal on you! I seriously want to just grab thieves by the throat, slap them in the face and yell, "GET A JOB AND BUY YOUR OWN SHIT!"

So of course, it's only natural that someone would try to break into MY car. Out of all the cars in the parking lot, mine must have looked like it had more shit to steal.  I say try, because I'm pretty sure they didn't succeed because my XM radio, GPS, and a bunch of CD's are still in there. BUT they did try and left behind this...

Seriously?! It's bad enough that you are trying to steal my stuff but then you have to go and scratch the hell out of my car door? It's a brand new car! For the love of all things Holy, I wish people would gain some respect for other people and their property.

I'm done now. Thanks for listening.

I'm Going on a Trip!

Well today is my last day in town until Sunday evening. So no posts this weekend. I'm going camping!

You could not even comprehend how excited I am! I haven't been camping since last Fourth of July. No phone, no Internet and no TV. (I didn't list video games, because I am taking my DS. Can't live without video games.)

Last night, Boyfriend and I got all of our stuff packed up and let me tell you, it was not as easy as it should have been. First we went to Boyfriend's apartment and instead of him packing, he just HAD to download a game demo. So I ended up packing for him.

Then we went to the grocery store and I told him to get any snacks he wanted. We ended up spending $63.00 on snacks for a weekend camping trip. We didn't even get real food. No hot dogs, no hamburgers. Just chips, Gushers, cereal, and lots of candy. We are going to go into sugar shock by Saturday and we made a bet who would go first. If I win, he has to catch a fish and cook it. If he wins, I have to buy more Gushers.

Of course, we had to make a trip to the liquor store to get our alcoholic beverages for the weekend. The lady at the counter asked me if I liked the Sweet Tea Vodka that I was purchasing. Why would I purchase it if I didn't like it? But I said, "Yes, I'm addicted to it." Then she gave me a weird look, so I continued, "But not alcoholically addicted, I just like it. I mean, I could live without it. I don't drink often, its just when I do drink, I want the Sweet Tea Vodka." Then Boyfriend nudged me with is elbow and said I was 'rambling.' Whatever.

Once we got back to my apartment, I packed my bags and then started packing up our blankets and pillows. Our hall closet is stuffed with blankets and extra pillows and all I wanted was two pillows, a sheet and a comforter. Well, the sheet and pillows were easy to find. The comforter however was clear in the back and under a bunch of other blankets.

So I began pulling out everything to get to the comforter and before I knew it, I was up to my knees in blankets and pillows. But I finally got my hands on it! And as soon as I did, Boyfriend comes strolling down the hallway and says, "Do you need help?"

I was all, "NOT ANYMORE!" and then he tackled me in the mountain of bed linens and started tickling me.
Then I called him a goober, which he HATES.

Me: OMG! I didn't mean it. Get in the time machine, we will rewind it! {Then I made a noise like a video rewinding}

Boyfriend: That's not what a time machine sounds like.

Me: How do you know? You don't have a time machine.

Boyfriend: You do not know if I have a time machine or not.

Me: Yes I do! If you had a time machine, you would have erased that time you 'accidently' said your ex girlfriend was attractive.

Boyfriend: Touché


We have everything ready now and we're leaving bright and early tomorrow morning. I'll see you guys Sunday! Have a great weekend!

This Needs No Introduction

I was a military brat for 16 years and this video is so breathtaking. I cried like a baby, because it reminded me so much of my own childhood.

Traffic and Waffles

I keep changing the page layout. Forgive me. I get bored.

I have to go to the eye doctor sometime soon because I keep getting massive headaches. Last night, I had yet another one that almost crippled me. I'm fairly sure my eyesight is leaving me. I'm only 24 years old and I'm starting to fall apart.

Last night, I just couldn't take the pain anymore. Every time someone made a sound or turned on a light I thought my head was going to literally explode. Thankfully, it didn't. I finally gave in and took a pain pill. A good one. About an hour later, I fell asleep on the couch and drooled all over the place. Medicine messes with me. Big time. I absolutely cannot take Benadryl because I am convinced it tries to put me to sleep...forever.

I was abruptly awoken to boyfriend slamming the front door because apparently he had a bad day and it was the door's fault. I was relieved to realize that my headache had gone away, but was confronted with another headache. Boyfriend in a bad mood. I tried to be a good girlfriend and listen to him vent, but I kept falling asleep...sitting up.

Boyfriend: What the hell is wrong with you?

Me: Huh? What? No, I hate traffic, too.

Boyfriend: What? I wasn't talking about traffic.

Me: I meant waffles. I hate waffles.

Boyfriend: Waffles? You love waffles.

Me: I use to when I was older.

Boyfriend: I don't even know why I am trying to talk to you.

Me: They are by the stove.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up on the couch again. Boyfriend was playing the 360, and it was nearly midnight.

Me: Did you just get home? You are late!

Boyfriend: {stops playing his game} Seriously?

Me: Well... yeah.

Boyfriend: Are you drunk?

Me: No, why?

Boyfriend: Are you high?

Me: Well, I took a pain pill.

Boyfriend: No more.

Me: Excuse me?

Boyfriend: I had a conversation with you about waffles and traffic and you don't even remember.

Me: {perks up} You made waffles?!!?!?!?

Boyfriend: {shakes his head and ignores me}

Then I ran to kitchen to find absolutely NO waffles. Imagine my disappointment.

Chocolate Syrup and Dog Washes

Yesterday I came home from work with a terrible headache and all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep. But of course, that is always impossible in my world.

I walked through the door and immediately noticed that my dog was not there to greet me. He is always there to greet me. Always. I first became concerned that something was wrong with him. I dropped everything I was holding and sprinted into the living room. That's when I saw it.

There was brown goop all over my couch, on my off-white carpet, on my recliner and even on the glass coffee table. I even saw brown goop paw prints headed down the hallway. I started chanting to myself, Please God, don't let that be poop, as I approached the mess. It wasn't poop at all. It was chocolate.
It seriously looked like Willy Wonka had exploded in my living room. If I hadn't been so dumbfounded, I would have thought to take a picture to show you guys.

I yelled for my dog and he came slowly creeping down the hallway. He knew he was in trouble and he rarely gets in trouble because I'm fairly certain it hurts his feelings when he gets yelled at. Even with his black fur, I could see chocolate smeared all over him.

I just stood there staring for a minute, trying to make sense of it all, when I saw something yellow in the hallway. I walked over and picked up a mangled bottle of Nestle's chocolate syrup. Apparently, he had gotten it off of the kitchen counter, chewed a hole in it and then decided to prance around the apartment with the bottle in his mouth. I never in a million years would have guessed that the bottle could hold so much damn chocolate syrup.

I picked up my cell and immediately called the vet and asked if my dog was going to die. They told me not to worry about it unless he started vomiting. But still, instead of being angry, I just jumped into action. I decided that I would have to bath the dog first or he would just continue smearing the chocolate everywhere. And my dog is big...too big for me to lift into a bathtub, so I have to take him to the Dog Wash. I walked into my bedroom to put some old clothes on because bathing him is always a messy adventure. That's where I discovered chocolate syrup all over my brand new Egyptian Cotton sheets. Now, I was angry.

{Ok as soon as I typed that last line, a book fell off of my desk shelf and hit my can of Sprite. The Sprite then spilled onto my keyboard and my lap. So I had to get a new keyboard and dry my pants. I'm back now though.}

So I took my chocolate loving pooch down to the Dog Wash in a very foul mood. My head was still throbbing and of course, there was chocolate everywhere. I was smart enough to walk to the Dog Wash instead of driving so that my car wouldn't become the next disaster.

I got him all nice and clean and then realized that I hadn't remembered to grab a towel. But I was in luck! They had a vending machine that you could buy towels from. I dug some change out of my purse and pushed a couple of buttons and PRESTO, a towel was in my hands. I unfolded the towel and then held it up, wondering where in the hell the rest of it was.

Seriously, it was like a thick paper towel and was almost as small as my hand.

I was supposed to wash a black Labrador with that!! I got his head pretty dry before the towel became useless. And of course, he kept shaking off because I couldn't get him dry. The entire walk home he shook off like every five seconds. When I walked into the apartment, I was soaking wet and my dog was nice and dry.

Then came the task of cleaning all the chocolate. I'm still working on it.

BioShock 2 and Geekness

I finished BioShock 2 tonight and I was so very happy that I thought I'd post about it. So here I am. I just started playing it on Saturday, and it was kind of short, but I am done. Now, I think I'll play it again. BioShock is one of my favorites. I also discovered yet another birthday present that I must have.

Think Geek

Anyways, I wanted to celebrate with a funny geek video and I came across this. It is wonderful! There is someone out there for everyone.

When I showed this to boyfriend, he was all "Can we have a wedding like that?" And being the girl that I am, I was like, "We're getting married!?" and he said no. Tease.

Enjoy!