Anderson Christmas Bash '06

good times...

A funny tale to tell

Last night my husband and I were doing some last minute holiday shopping at two connecting stores. After making a small purchase at the first store, he decides to put our goods in the car before continuing on to the second. I decide to wait by the stores front while he does so. As I am waiting, I notice a corner where the connecting stores meet. It is dark so I thought it funny to place myself in said corner while Blake is not watching. I not-so-sneakily peak my head out of the corner to see Blake's position. He spots me and continues back toward the front of the store. Being the silly muffin that I am, I stay in the corner and sillily peak my head out again; once again, Blake sees me. I go back into my corner. I'm watching as the shadow begins to approach and prepare myself for deployment. When the shadow gets just within my reach I jump out and yell "BOO!" while flailing my hands in the air. Much to my embarrassment, I see that the shadow did not belong to Blake. I had just scared the pants off this couple that was rather goth like. I got just about the most evil stare I'd seen as I bow my head in shame and vehemently apologize for my error. The whole time Blake is standing behind the couple laughing quite hysterically. As he later told me, he saw the couple walking from the other direction where I could not see and allowed them to go first sensing my plan to "boo" him. Sneaky sneaky husband. He'd planned it the whole time.... It made for a good chuckle.

New Dog Toy

Last night I went home, let Haus the dog out, who is steadily getting larger and larger despite his 12 weeks of existence. He is already 30+ lbs at the moment and seems to get bigger with each hour. I decided to lay on the floor so he wouldn't feel left out. I'm laying there with him behind me, chewing on his towel, when I feel a sudden jerk on my head. Turns out, he decided that my hair would be a fun chew toy. I don't know if you have seen a dog kill a toy before, when they take it and shake their head from side to side in quick motions, well it's rough, and he did that with my head. Not to mention they don't like to let go of a toy once they have it, if you pull, they think it's a game. So needless to say, I was in quite a predicament. It very thankfully didn't last long. My screaming and cries for help were heard in the next room and my faithful boyfriend ran to the rescue. I do believe I have learned my lesson. From now on, I'll sit in the chair.

A Blonde Moment

Yesterday I was at work and was asked to enter the payment received from the underwriters. As I love doing accounting, I was happy to start on my task. There were many checks received, more than I had entered in a long time, and to make matters more frantic, the secretary is out of town for the week and she usually sorts everything out for me with the checks attached to their respective folders. I had spent about half the morning working on this task. One duty is to make 2 copies of each check, so I did that. Well, turns out, I put one check on the wrong account after I had turned my paperwork into the office manager. So, I went in and fixed the error, then made two seperate deposits to turn it. This time, the two weren't balancing. I was off $134.28. I was MISSING that much! Trying not to panic, I retraced my steps, looking all around my desk, on the floor and in the deposit envelope. Still nothing. I'm trying to look natural so that no one asks what's wrong. I can't very well tell anyone I have lost $134.28 that doesn't belong to me. Well, the franticity of my thoughts continued for a good 10 minutes or so. UNTIL, I went back to the copy machine to make a copy of something else. Low and behold, there it was. I had left the check on the copy machine. OOPS. I felt pretty darn retarted at the time.

What is this world coming to?

Last Saturday was my boyfriends birthday. I am arguably the worst gift giver that ever lived. So, I wanted to do something great for once. It was brought up many times the thought of a dog, one that he wanted. Apparently every dog he has ever had has been picked out by someone else. So, he said specifically, he wants a Weimaraner, grey, with blue eyes. Seeing as he lives in an apt complex, I had him call the landlord and ask permission before I fork out some shells on a purebred dog. 2 days later, the landlord calls back (after having thought about it the whole time) and leaves a message saying he could indeed have a dog as long as he pays a $300 pet deposit. Blake said he would pay the deposit if I got him a dog. The next morning I took Blake to the breeder and was able to pick out the exact puppy he wanted. This guy was BEAUTIFUL! (I will post pictures when I get them). He walked straight up to Blake and put his paw on him. He was calm though quite huge for a puppy. The mother is 110 lbs!!! After picking him up, we head to my grandmother's lake house to allow the puppy to swim and play. On the drive home, after a day of bonding, the landlord calls back. This time he says "I have changed my mind. You can't have a dog". Blake explains that I already got him the dog and it is non refundable. If we take him back, we're out $250. The landlord explains that he has the right to deny Blake that privilege and it's just too bad. The next day, there is a list of pet policies on his door from the condo leasing office stating "the landlord must give consent for a pet....violations will result in eviction". So basically, this guy is a total a** hole. Blake is moving out, to a larger, dog friendly apt complex. The landlord has yet to return Blake's phone calls about moving out. What a bunch of poo huh?

Behind the Old Monk. The first stop on Saturday's Pub Crawl. 

A happy Big Blue at the start of a great weekend 

Weekend Tales

This past weekend was the celebration of out great nations independence. How better to celebrate than to do what our ancestors did so well....BOOSE! (I'm German) I had the weekend off work and Monday of course, and anticipating a rough night I went ahead and took Tuesday off for the purpose of recovery. (Which turned out to be a smart move). Saturday through Monday was pretty much like any other summer weekend. Wake up, get an early start on the day with a vodka and OJ then head off to the pool where the drinking commences until nightfall and even later. Wake up, start over again. Monday night came, we had started the day with some shopping for pool toys and festive wear then headed over to Pappasitos for some Jose Cuevro Gold Margaritas and beer. A friend joined the four of us already there and bet us that there was no way we would make it to the Keith Anderson concert and firework display that was scheduled for the evening. The bet was $500. If you knew the two girls I was with, you would have known that there pass out point was early. On Sunday, we woke up and started boozin. They both had passed out by noon, woke up and started again. A term we have deemed "the double header". So, Monday went on, our friend Eli who placed the bet had decided to spend the day with us to make sure who won the bet. It was getting rough. We never stopped drinking, simply went about our day like it was still Saturday. 8 o'clock rolls around and we're still functional (somewhat) at least enough to get in the car (WITH BIG BLUE) [See previous post on who big blue is]. We make it out to Lewisville and to the sight of the concert. The fireworks start going, worst show I have ever seen. Our two girl friends had wondered off to find the concert. I gave them my camera to take pictures of the new country star. They had taken a phone to track us when they wanted to come back. I began sending text messages when I could no longer hear the music. I got no response. A short time later they come stumbling back, a little drool on the chin (due to the sight of Keith Anderson [the singer]). The phone used to keep in touch with us came back in several pieces. Turns out, there was a VIP section of this concert and my friends thought that was crap. So, as one girl distracted the guard of the area, the other climbed over, then switched places so the other could get in. In the process of climbing over the fenced off area, the phone had fallen to its death. Per the girls, it was well worth it. We all made it home safely, though few of us actually remember. It was a great weekend.

Where has the muse gone?

For all of you wondering "where has the bloggist gone?", unfortunately, my muse is apparently assisting somewhere else. I'm hoping after a 4 day weekend of celebrating this wonderful nations independence, I will have some glorious stories to tell. Be waiting....

DUMB AND DUMBER REVIVED

Yesterday evening I was invited to go to the Lakewood theater in Dallas to watch Dumb and Dumber being played on the big screen again. It was great. I got there and it was $1 admission, $2 wells all night and Hooters was giving out free buffalo wings. Before the movie started, there was a hoola hoop contest on stage to win a free gift certificate to Hooters. Then, as a "thank you" from the people who ran the theater, they gave out free concert tickets to those who wanted them. I tried for the Cinderella tickets, but didn't get them. Although I did end up getting tickets to see Static X, whoever the heck that is. Overall, it was a great time, a bunch of drunk people watching Dumb and Dumber, half of the crowd (including myself) quoting just about the whole movie, and then those few interludes from the real drunks. Pretty freakin hilarious. Good times, good times.

Adventures in the river with Blue (not pictured, though his contents are [the beer])