Costume Choice

for fun parties:

for work -- (we were only allowed to wear one "halloween" item -- I broke the rules and wore 2):

(sorry both iPhone photos!)

The Bunny Rabbit Story

On Friday night, I came home and there was an animal in the driveway. (And remember I don’t “do” animals.) So, I rolled up slowly thinking my car would scare it away. I didn’t think it moved, so I reversed to look at it and it was still sitting in the same spot. So I rolled forward again, reversed again, still there. About this time I realize it is not my neighbor’s cat, but a fat gray bunny rabbit with a light ears and a white tail.


Next, I thought maybe it was the whole “deer in the headlights” deal, so I turned my headlights off and waited. Turned the headlights back on: Still there. Turned off again, waited, turned on: still there. Ugh, so I get out of the car and tell it to “shoo” and snap my fingers at it and it doesn’t move. (This dumb bunny is not scared of me. At all.) And I am certainly not going to touch it. So, I snap and stomp and clap some more and it finally takes one step forward. So…I keep snapping and jumping and clapping, like a maniac, and it takes another step forward.

I get back into the car. Rolled forward, Reversed, Looked: Still there. Tried the headlights trick a few times: still there.

So…I called my sister, Rachel, the animal lover – she worked at a vet clinic throughout high school SURELY she will know how to make a bunny rabbit move.

“Hey Rach, I am stuck in my driveway, there is a Bunny in the way and I can’t get it to move.”

“Bahhahahhahahah” “What? You are STUCK b/c you can’t get a little bunny rabbit to move” “Bahahhahaha” Hahahaha”

“Rachel, stop laughing. Seriously, Stop. I just need you to tell me how to get it to move.”

“Bahahah – hahah – hahha – telling all her friends how “hilarious” it is that I am stranded in my own driveway. – Bahahah Uhmm, just go out there and shoo it.”

So, I got back out of my car and started telling the Bunny to “Go” “Get outta here” “Shoo” :: Still there.

I started screaming “CAAA!! CAAA!!” and flapping my arms around like a bird :: Still there.

More jumping and flapping and clapping and snapping :: Still there.

I started screaming at Rachel to help me out and she keeps saying “What do you want me to do – I am 800 miles away!”

Ugh. Double Ugh. – Suddenly, The rabbit darted away…right underneath my car!! Ugh again.

“Rachel, Now it went under my car, what do I do?!”

“Just get in and roll forward very slowly.”

Ugh. I high-stepped it to the car (literally) and put my car in gear. Idled forward:: no squish, squeal or bump… so I kept idling forward until I pulled all the way into my spot.

The end.

Also, the next morning both of my neighbors told me they heard me last night… evidently they sat there and watched me out their windows. What!?!! Come help me next time!!! They both concluded that it was definitely someone’s pet rabbit.

The end.

Kids Say The Darndest Things...

5 year old boy -- articulation goals at the conversation level -- Playing a version of 20 questions -- You pull an item out of the sack for the other person to guess...

Him: Is it an animal?
Me: No.

Is it a human?
No.

Is it alive?
No.

.....few questions later...

Is it in the House?
Yes!

Is it in the Kitchen? Bedroom? Bathroom?
No. No. No.

....several more questions....basically he had figured out it was something brown, in the garage, and it was a hard object... several more questions...

...then he got frustrated and asked for a hint...

I said: "It's something that Dads like and Moms don't usually like it much."

He slammed down his hand, and with a big grin said: "I KNOW IT!!! IT'S BEER!!"  (It was a hammer.)

:) :) :)

Sorta reminds me of this post!

Eagle Sighting

We have some sweet neighbors at the lake... Terry took these pictures and sent them to us.

This was on his beach front -- right next door!!! Isn't that crazy and AWESOME!?!

Award Worthy Post

My good friend Marissa probably just made the post of the year, check it out:

http://houseofhoelscher.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-night-lights-poem.html

Oh, and I now *officially* nomiante her for every cute blogging award possible!

Good or Bad Luck?!?!!

The night I met Lunch Box!

On Friday, I was out with some friends (in Houston)…and I stopped mid-sentence because I definitely saw a DJ from my favorite morning show - The Bobby Bones Show (out of Austin)!

After many "sneaky" attempts at taking pictures like this (and lots of spazzing out):

I **finally** got the guts up to talk to him and ask him to take a picture... On Air, Lunch Box always complains that people "bother" him while he is out, or he feels like he is followed by the "paparazzi" etc, and to top it off, he was definitely on a date…so I was extra nervous….

BUT, he was SOO nice!!! LB asked my name and a few questions, we had a conversation about awkward moments in the gym locker room and LB even introduced himself to my friend who took the picture …he was like “LB was really listening and actually conversing with you – what a nice guy!”

Lunch is a co-host on the Bobby Bones Show that is produced out of Austin, and syndicated in Lubbock -- which is where my brother got hooked, and how he got me hooked! I listen on “I Heart Radio” on my iPhone and/or the downloaded podcast!

Bobby Bones is hilarious; I would totally want to be friends with Amy! and LB…well, LB is pretty much ridiculous! But together they make me CRACK up just about every morning…

Oh, and I knew what he looked like, because I stalk their blog :)

Corpse Flower

About a month ago, The Houston Museum of Natural Science had a huge (6 ft) Corpse Flower nicknamed "Lois". When it bloomed, it was going to let off a not-so-pleasant scent!

My (Hilarious) friend Danny played at a wedding, which was held in the HMNS, during the week the (stinky) flower was supposed to bloom! Here's the song he wrote:



Or go to -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRI32KEqJa4

You're welcome,
Danny's Fan Club President, #1, Orginator, Creator, and CEO

Quotes from Thursday

On Thursday morning (8am), I went to a birthday party for an 87 year old guy at the gym!

Every morning at 7:00, Bob walks in with his little cane and his wife. He climbs up on the treadmill and sets it for like .14 MPH (approximately) and grips the handles real tight and puts one foot in front of another...when he is done exercising, he visits, with EVERYONE and ANYONE!

Evidently, they have been having birthday parties for 11 years for him at the gym. It was hilarious... cake, muffins, singing, dancing, many toasts (with our OJ) and lots of quotes.

Bob had some advice:

-- "Be nice to old guys" :)

-- "Always greet others with their name" -- Which I loved! My dad always says that "Your favorite word is your own name!" Who doesn't like it when you remember their name? You know?!


Finally, this other women proposed a few quotes for Bob, I am not sure how this one fits with the 87 year old birthday party theme, but I was slightly offended...

"Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses." - Dorothy Parker

I took off my glasses and winked in Bob's direction......and then put them right back on because I couldn't see worth a darn without them!

Summer Time!

a long overdue update...

Since my last post, I have...
celebrated easter
gone to a wedding or two
had a birthday
won a church BBQ cook off with my bible study
won a softball league championship (mostly due to my AWESOME sftbl skills)
lost a roommate to Calgary :(
moved to a garage apartment
played, danced, sang and laughed with friends
Oh yeah, and I WENT TO THE LAAAAAAKE!!!!!










Sal-- Guilty confession: I do cheat on "Blogger" with "FB" and visa-versa. Sad face.
Liz-- Pleeeeeeease don't take me off your favorites! Okay, thanks!

Small update

- bought an olympics shirt on monday from target ($12.99 and super cute!)
- bought 3 boxes of girl scout cookies (thin mints, of course!)
- Wore the olympic shirt 4 times since monday
- ate a sleeve and a half of girl scout cookies (by myself! oops!)
- watched LOTS and LOTS of Olympics!!
- wish I had something super exciting to tell you about...sorry!

Time for some Work Stories

On Friday, I was wearing a shirt that was a *little* old...like early college; maybe late high school... the styles back then were a little shorter or maybe my jeans were a little lower or maybe the shirt has shrunk after alot of washes...I don’t know what the cause was, but the problem was: when I sat on the floor about 3486 inches of my back was showing (For the record: no underwear or crack was showing).

On Friday mornings I have a group of 3&4 y.o. language boys who work on using their words in sentences, social skills, answer questions, etc. Remember, they are LANGUAGE disordered!

Anyways, one little boy said out of the blue: "oh no miss mmammy!!" (that's me) "oh no! no shirt!" and proceeded to put his cold little hand on the small of my back. I guess he thought I was naked until I pulled my shirt down; which I proceeded to do.

I think it's time to get rid of that shirt. When a 3 y.o. language kid-o tells you he thinks you're naked = time. Also, for the record it's a black 3/4 length shirt, with a pink "A" on the shoulder; not THAT out of style. Well, I guess the initial shirts are little out of style, but I don’t care, I like that shirt. Maybe I could layer it with a tank??

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This morning I was working with one of my favorite little artic/language boys. He did really well with "F" last time, so today we moved onto "V" (which is made in the exact same spot; just with your voice or "turn your motor ON"...try it!) Anyways, he was doing pretty well until we got to "volcano"...

me: Volcano
A: Volkawon

me: Try again, Volcano
A: Volkawon

me: Vol-kay-no
A: vol-kawon

me: vol
A: vol
me: kay
A: kay
me: no
A: (puzzled look)

(tried a few more times, same results, then up-ed the enthusiasm)

me: Vol! (point to my lip)
A: vol
me: Kay! (point to my neck)
A: kay
me: No! (made the sign for "no)
A: Tears; lots of tears...Cute little hands covering his face and big crocodile tears coming down his cheeks
me: ??? huh ??? wha??? *realization* Oh Buddy!! I am not sad at you...

Of course I had to pull my favorite little boy into my lap and cuddle with him for a minute...

me: Volcano has the word "no" in it. I am not sad at you at all. I was trying to practice the word. Just like "nose" has the word "no" in it... ... ... Pretty sure the session was over by then; he thought I was screaming "No!" at every attempt he made...poor baby!! :(

Facebook Help!

I love when people randomly say things to me or say they were thinking about me etc. So I want to make a point of doing more of that this year...When I think something nice about someone, I want to make it a point to verbalize it (or type it).

However, I have posted on several ppls FB walls in the last week and I just realized that EVERY single thing I have written on other ppl's wall shows up on my home page and on the "news feeds" -- HOW DO I GET RID OF THAT!?! Not only is annoying for me to look at...It's annoying for you to get those constant streams of updates on your News Feeds...plus it feels borderline invasive/stalker-ish...

What do you do?
What do you change?

It didn't used to be this way...I guess the last set of changes on FB changed my original settings!!

2009 Christmas Pictures - a little late!

it snowed on christmas eve...this was what was left christmas morning!


my family...(and yes trish - i am wearing heels)


siblings, no heels, doesn't rachel look gorgeous!!


with our favorite austin cousin andrea


and my youngest cousins...
(side note, on christmas day, Courtney the 6 y.o. told me her favorite song was "Islands in the Stream" the duet by Kenny and Dolly...isn't that hilarious!?)

why do i look so awesome in the morning!!

Santa went across the street to visit with the neighbor whose family was still asleep, so mrs. clause made us wait. We waited under the covers. Much warmer!!

Santa brought us matching dresses...well really over thanksgiving Rachel found a dress that we all loved and it fit us all, so we called it the "cousin-hood of the traveling dress" and then santa found some more for andrea and me!!



Merry Christmas to All
And to All a good 2010!