A girl can dream, can't she?
Dallas was transformed into an ice skating rink this morning. It was 12 degrees when I woke up and EVERYTHING was coved in ice. I decided I would venture off to work though however, once stepping outside, I felt more like a Californian than a Texan. How was I supposed to turn my car popsicle into a drivable vehicle? When I knew I wanted to leave in 10 minutes, I went outside to turn on my cars heat and defroster so it would be ready when I needed to leave. The only problem was my door could not be opened. It was literally frozen shut. Being the smart college grad that I am, I began stabbing away at my car with my key. I couldn’t even move the door handle. I had to stab away at the whole outline of my door to get it open and nearly froze my fingers off. By the time I was actually ready to leave, it looked like no progress had been made on my car. I saw the frozen window and thought to myself “My mom taught me a trick to get this stuff off!” So I whipped out my trusty credit card and was ready to attack my windshield. This is where my Californian brain didn’t connect to the Texas weather. Apparently California Frost and Texas Ice are not one in the same. My wind shield laughed at my little credit card scraper. Needless to say, it took me a lot longer to leave than I had planned.
Last night, Casey and I got treated to a real rodeo. His dad and Denise took Kelly, David, Drew, and us to the Will Rodgers Rodeo down in Ft. Worth. It was my first Rodeo ever, I had my boots on, so I was feeling like a real Texan. We went to dinner at Joe T. Garcia’s and had great food. There were some annoying people out that night though and I almost got a little feisty with 2 ladies who I felt were being immature and just plain stupid. The first incident happened while waiting in line for dinner. Our party lined up in the direction the hostess told us to, this ladies party lined up in the opposite direction. The hostess told her line that they lined up incorrectly and would have to move lines. The lady claimed to have arrived before me (she pointed at me when she said this, that’s when it got personal). My feistiness level was raised when she agreed to transfer lines and proceeded to stand right in front of me. This is where I almost had to throw down, however, the hostess was on my side so I decided to be the bigger person. May I not that this lady I am speaking of was easily past 50. Shouldn’t she know how to act like an adult by then? The second incident was in the parking lot. If it’s one thing I can’t stand, its dumb drivers. This lady was blocking the exit to the parking lot because she wanted to first spot (I need to mention though that there were parking spots EVERYWHERE but she wanted that one). So we waited and I gave her my bets evil eye once we finally were able to pass.
Casey and I have now officially been to Rodeo Ford 3 times and are working on the 4th. How long does it take to purchase a vehicle? I don’t think they realize what an inconvenience it is to drive 30 minutes to simply sign some papers. The reason behind the 4th trip is to finally get the center console piece that is all goopy replaced. We just hope that it will be the final trip down there. To make things worse, I swear the Rodeo Ford commercial is on all the time just to personally annoy Casey and me. The next time I hear that crazy cowboy say “We don’t care how you get here folks, just get here!” and then that insanely annoying jingle I might throw something at the television.
when it needed to be Clara). Being the good assistant that I am, I quickly called FedEx to get the package back as soon as possible. Figuring it couldn’t have gone much farther than the airport, I knew this would be easy. Fiona with FedEx was my lovely customer service rep and I told her my situation. Something interesting happened when she input the tracking number though, the package was showing it was picked up at 3:22 pm and was already now in Mississauga, Ontario (keep in mind it’s around 4:30 now). When she said this, we both started laughing because this was completely impossible. However, it showed the package being scanned in. I knew I overnighted the box but 2 hours and already in Canada? Really? I asked Fiona if FedEx was using NASA quality jets now-a-days and commended FedEx on their ridiculously unbelievable speedy service. Fiona and I got a big kick out of it, but how it happened remains a mystery. So, to conclude, if you are looking for the fastest service in town, call FedEx.
front dive doing a great job. Then we reached the first stop light where Casey pointed out we were on a slight incline so I needed to be careful. No one was behind me (thank goodness) and when the light turned green, I did what I thought I needed to do but ended up rolling backwards and stalling. Oh, and I missed the green light completely. It was at that point that we realized that when Casey was saying “give more clutch” I was pushing it in more (comparing the statement to “give it more gas”) but he really wanted me to ease up off the clutch. By now, there are cars behind me. Sweet little Jennifer who works in Special events was the unlucky car that ended up behind me. I just kept telling myself “you cannot roll into the back of your co-works car, that will just look bad.” I made it though the light this time. Unfortunately, we hit another red light. Once again, Jennifer was behind me so I had to make it through the light. Of course, I couldn’t make 2 lights in a row though so once again I stalled, yelled a little but eventually made it through. Two more lights to go to get to my apartment. The next one was green but the last one was red. I was now seriously dreading having to stop AGAIN. At least Jennifer was now safe from my stalling but a new man took her place and was behind me. This time, I stalled to the point where we completely missed the green light. I said some choice words that I will not include in the blog. In the rear-view mirror I saw the guy laughing behind me. At least was good humored about the situation. One more stall at the gate to my apartments and then I was home. Frustrated and embarrassed, but home. So, out of 4 lights on my way home, I stalled at 3, and missed 2 green lights completely. Oh and did I mention that the whole drive home, I couldn’t find 3rd gear if my life depended on it…that was fun.
ers...mission accomplished. Last night, I pulled out the bag to make my delicious casserole but I ran into a problem. I then noticed that on the bag it said Boneless Skinless Chicken T…Thighs. Gross. Dark Meat. Gross. I tried to get past it and boiled the chicken for my casserole. Bad idea. Chicken thighs look nasty after being boiled. They look all gizzardy underneath which just made my stomach church. Needless to say, I had two bowls of cereal for dinner. Now my whole set of dinners for the week are ruined.
soon as he made the initial offer I looked at him like was crazy and said that was not going to work. The quotes on the internet were about $1000 lower, so he dropped the price $1000. Point for Jenna. Then he went to talk to his manager and brought back the down payment and monthly payment offer. This too was not going to work and I got him to drop both down. Point for Jenna. We went through this process 3 times before we finally reached an agreement. However, after that, while the finance guy was doing who knows what, Casey and I sat trapped in a glass cubicle for over an hour! You should have seen me, I was getting crazy eyes and was about to scream at someone. I mean, if you are going to leave me for an hour, at least tell me what we are waiting for and give me some updates. For those of you who are Will Ferrell in Anchorman fans, I reenacted the telephone booth scene and started fake crying and said rather loudly “I’m trapped in a glass case of emotion!” I think Casey was a little scared. Then we finally talked to Mr. Finance which took all of 15 minutes. Proceeded by waiting for over 2 hours for the truck to be cleaned and inspected. This would not have bothered me except for every time we asked someone to check on the car, they came back with “it should only be another 10 minutes” (cut to Casey and I standing around 45 minutes later). This happened about 4 times. I crossed the border to Crazytown when I noticed that the truck we had been leaning on in the show room’s tires has left large black tire shine marks on our pants. I then asked someone if I could have a survey. Conveniently, they do not have one. To put the icing on the cake, when the truck finally did pull around, the inspection sticker was not on it, the gas tank was not full, the tinting was peeling, and they definitely did NOT detail it. So we will be returning today to have them actually detail the truck, fill it up with gas, and re-tint the windows.
oon longhorn and oil derrick, a deer jumped out in the middle of the road! I can’t tell you how many times I have driven down this road before and not once have I ever seen a deer. There isn’t even one of those deer crossing signs anywhere. Well, that deer saw my headlights and froze. Seriously? What kind of animal sees a giant bright white light charging toward them and just stands there. To be completely honest, I didn’t see the deer until Casey yelled at me to “Watch out!” Luckily, I was able to swerve into the next lane but not without the deer continuing toward my car. I don’t know what exactly happened after that. I heard a loud thud and the next thing I knew, I saw the deer back hiding in the trees. Deer sure are fast little things. For about the next minute my heart could not stop racing, I didn’t speak, and my legs felt like jelly. I would have been a wreck had I killed the deer, which just shows me that I am definitely not ready for a hunting trip any time soon. So, luckily, Bambi is still alive and prancing. But for my coworkers, beware as you leave work today.
