Friday's Fragments!

It's that time of the week peeps! Time for Friday Fragments hosted by the lovely Mrs. Fours! Head on over to her blog and join in on the fragmented fun! Read Mrs. Fours fragments, the fragments of other fine bloggers and link your blog in for some fragtastic fun!




*Today is my Birthday. Mr. Ski definitely surprised me too! He had decorated my car last year so I was half expecting him to decorate something but half of me was trying to not expect anything to avoid disappointment. He did not disappoint! The last two years he's had away games on my Birthday so we've yet to celebrate together but next year...it's on! :) I woke up to a trail of confetti to my present (a filing cabinet and itunes card...yes I'm a nerd) and there were beautiful flowers in one of the drawers along with 10 balloons! It was so sweet! Don't worry I took lots of pictures. So then, as I'm talking to my bff, I told her that I guess he decided to decorate inside because it's been raining so much here. Just as I said that I looked out the window and there was a "Happy Birthday" banner and gigantic age balloons on my car! I was so surprised! It was an awesome start to my birthday!

**We decided to make a trip to St. Louis tomorrow so we can watch the Packers play the Rams on Sunday. I had made a list of cities within 300 miles (we have to stay within 300 miles of Ft. C otherwise Mr. Ski has to get a weekend pass) and Mr. Ski says...Oh wow, the packers play in St. Louis on Sunday...we should go there! So we are! We got pretty good seats for a pretty decent price so I hope the Packers pull out a W!

***Gidget does not like confetti. She avoided it like the plague!

****I never thought I would like blogging as much as I do. It's not so much the writing as the people I have met through blogging. It sounds so cheesy but it's the truth! I love my blogging friends! You guys are great!

*****I ran into this hope chest from my great aunt that we currently have our tv sitting on this morning. It has a key on the outside and the key did this to my leg:



**Please ignore the pastiness of my shin! :) It looks worse than it photographs and it's going to be a nasty bruise...I just know it!

******Can someone identify why this sign (that I walk by everyday, multiple times a day at work) irritates me. Look closely....


I'll give you a hint...it's a spelling error. I mean COME ON! if you're going to advertise your business on a sign that people will walk by and look at EVERY SINGLE DAY then at least spell Development right! GEEZE! Yeah, I think I want to give you my business...especially since it looks like you are ON top of it! I've had the urge to find the key to that case so I can open it and pluck off the extra "e." Now I'm not saying I spell everything right all the time because I don't. But this is a sign for a business. Plus, I never hesitate to use the dictionary or at least spell check on the computer!


I hope everyone has a lovely friday and a FANTASTIC weekend!

Grrr....Arggghhh!

So, I'm not going to get all the way into why I'm grring and arggghhhing but let's just say this. Someone royally pissed me off. We'll call him douchebag (db), which let me say this I don't even personally know db and yet I strongly strongly dislike him.

Here's the jist.

I don't care what your political stance is I believe that we should respect the President of the United States. I'm not asking for you to support him or even like him but respect him. This db did not share this thought.

In elementary school we were taught to respect the President and taught fun little songs about everything from the 50 states, president facts, to the French alphabet. And guess what?! I still remember those little songs. Teachers use any tactic available to help students remember things. So, db is all upset because a school somewhere taught children a song about Obama, facts about him, his campaign motto, his name, etc. Db took offense and brought in the most random things like "you're ok with teaching children that abortion is ok." Um no, I didn't hear that in the song and I think you are taking this way out of context. My favorite (not) though was when he made several negative, ungrateful, sad comments about our military service men and women. And this was where my heart rate went from a calm 75-80 to over 230! By the way, that's not so good for my heart condition. As most of you know, my husband is an Infantry Man in the Army. I about lost my cool when db started in on...."well they enlisted, they have no reason to complain" Are you kidding me?! Yes, they enlisted most including Mr. Ski enlisted after 9/11 and that is admirable to me because they joined knowing they would be going to war. They enlisted so others wouldn't have to, so we could enjoy our freedoms here, and to defend their country. As soon as db realized I was an Army wife he started to back peddle. Which irritated me. My next favorite (not) comment was when he said that the "Iraqis are grateful we invaded their country." ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Sure, some of them may be grateful but the large percentage is pissed off that we are there. So I asked him. Is that why kids throw grenades at our soldiers and insurgents lay in fields for hours waiting to blow up military convoys?! He told me that I must get my news from MSNBC or Air America and I responded by telling him...No, I got my news from someone who was there!

He began apologizing and God Blessing my husband which infuriated me even more. Mr. Ski doesn't need anything from you DB! Especially since you've already made it perfectly clear that it is ok for military service men and women to die in Iraq because they enlisted. Whatever DB!

He got off of the website but I was still fuming so I wrote him a message. I'm going to paste it below. I cried the whole way through this message because it breaks my heart that he's probably not the only person to think the way he does about these brave men and women who serve our country.

Dear DB (I didn't include this but now I wish I had),



Just so you know. Kids throwing grenades, insurgents laying in fields for hours to wait for an Army vehicle to cross the road so that they can push a trigger switch and blow up that vehicle, insurgents actually putting on the carcases of sheep to kneel on all fours for hours so that they can trigger a switch to blow up Americans, sending bombs down rail road tracks headed towards military positions, and various other acts of terror happen EVERY SINGLE DAY. Just because you don't see it on the news doesn't mean it doesn't happen. YOU have no idea what my husband went through and yes you're right he did enlist. He enlisted after 9/11 knowing full well he would be sent to war because he wanted to serve in place of someone he loved, he wanted to serve this country, and he wanted to defend the rights of every single person that walks this soil no matter their religion, race, or political beliefs. He gave up so much. He will never be the same. His life is FOREVER changed for both the good and the bad. And it brings me to tears that you think all that was for a righteous war and that the Iraqis are grateful. Sure, some of them are but it's a very small percentage. But I guess we wouldn't like it if we were invaded and blown up by another country for our resources either.


You don't have to sleep next to someone who has debilitating nightmares about ied's, snipers, shots being fired AT you, getting blown up while in a vehicle, clearing a building in Iraq, or walking down the road through Iraqi cities. You don't have to watch as your spouse one swerves off the road completely, almost causing an accident because the sight of a plastic bag in the road triggered the images of ied's in the road. You don't have to console your spouse out from a hiding place because they are doing blasting near your home and he went into panic mode sending him in his mind back to Iraq and being bombed on a frequent basis. And be glad you don't. My husband is an Infantry Man and I am so proud of him and even more proud that he has the courage to get up every morning and put one foot in front of the other. He could always get sent off to fight again and who knows if he will come home and THAT is something I think about every day.


You should show more gratitude. Get off your high horse and go take a peek into the lives of someone who has been there and experienced it.

I know you're surprised to hear that I haven't heard back from him. Mr. Ski was quite proud of me this morning after I told him about my internet war and he even said that not many people would have the balls to respond to that message. And I guess DB doesn't have the balls.

Tuesday Tidbits...

Tidbits that happen to me....I probably shouldn't list these solely because you will see how big of a ditz I can be SOMETIMES. Not often...but sometimes.

*I got my hand stuck in the mail slot at the post office. It was too full and I was trying to mail an important document so without thinking I shoved my hand in there to further shove it down the shoot and when I went to pull out my hand...no go. I stood there for a solid 3 minutes trying to wriggle my hand out of the slot. I was beginning to panic when I smooshed my hand down with my other hand and it came out. SHEW! I can see that now..."Woman gets hand lodged in the mail slot at the USPS and passed out from embarrassment..."

**I love making lists, just so I can mark things off. Even if I've already completed something that I would have put on my list, I will put it on my list just so I can immediately mark it off. Because marking off things makes me feel good.


***I bit into the wax of a Babybel cheese because I thought it was part of the cheese. Moments later I noticed the pull tabs to remove the wax. Ding Ding Ding!!! No worries, I didn't eat the wax.

****I am scared of vines. They creep me out...with their thorns and their ability to take over just about anything. I never should have watched that movie for one of Mr. Ski's classes last year with him..."The Little Shop of Horrors." I haven't been the same since.

*****Once I clean house I become obsessive about it staying clean. Too bad this only lasts for a week or two.

*****I often forget to attach attachments after giving a full explanation about said attachment. Which makes me look dumb because then I have to send a subsequent email saying "Sorry, here is the attachment I forgot to attach in the last email. I'm a dumbass." Well, I don't say the I'm the "I'm a dumbass" part but I'm sure they think it!

******My sister and I love to compare clumsy stories. I think we're competing to see who is more clumsy plus it's hilarious to hear about trips and falls. So far, she's ahead.

*******Finally, I love sleeping. I often press my snooze button more times than I'd like to share and on Saturdays and Sundays I sleep as long as I possibly can and even if I get up at 2 or 3 in the afternoon I sometimes will take a nap! :) That's sad isn't it? Before anyone gets judgmental if I have specific things to do I will get up but most often Saturdays and Sundays are for me and since we don't have kids the only person I have to take care of is Gidget and thankfully she loves to sleep as much as me.

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Current song coursing through my head: "Oh momma don't you make me another meat loaf, forget the mac-n-cheese, I want some fun piled on a bun I want a Manwich please...."

Lunch Breaks and Weekend Visits

I rarely take a lunch break at work. If I do, I run out grab my lunch, bring it back to the office and eat at my desk. There's a reason I do this...but I don't really want to go into that now. Back in the winter and early spring I would go to my car for a 20-30 minute cat nap during my lunch break but when it started getting hotter outside I could no longer nap in the car...so I was bummed.

I am pleased to announce that today, for the first time since April I was able to take a nap in my car on my lunch break. It was WONDERFUL! I got in a 30 minute nap, went to pick up lunch and ate at my desk. I am so glad it's finally starting to cool down a little. Although I don't know why I am so tired today. I even went to bed earlier than usual last night and still I was having trouble keeping my eyes open earlier. Hopefully, I will wake up some before I have to commute home.

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My parents came to visit this weekend (I'm crying as I type this; for some reason I cry a lot on the day they leave...I guess I've just really missed them a whole lot more than I ever realized). It was so great to have them here. My dad was able to fix the siding, work on my car, and reattach some gutters that had come loose. We kept him busy and I felt bad about that but he kept assuring me that he wanted to be doing it and that he'd rather be busy plus I'm his baby and he still feels the need to take care of me (which is fine with me!). My mom baked me a birthday cake because she was worried that I wouldn't have one on my actual birthday and I got a few presents early too. My favorite was a pink-striped apron she made me, I later found out that she HAND SEWED the whole thing because her sewing machine was broken and that only made the apron more special. And to think I almost wasted $15 buying one that was probably made by a child in Malasia, glad I decided to wait! My most favorite part of the weekend were the hours I got to sit and just talk to my mom and the couple hours last night when it was just me and my dad hanging out like we used to...watching pointless television and marveling at what some people do. I may go further into that in another post because it's worth telling about my dad's antics before he really settled down. :)

All in all it was a fantastic weekend! I love them so much and I am so grateful for who they are and their presence in my life. They are wonderful people and the greatest parents.

My dad just called to make sure that my car had functioned properly on the way to work and to tell me he loved me....now I'm crying again. I'm so blessed to have them.

Friday's Fragments

It's Friday! Time for Friday Fragments. Head over to Mrs. Fours (the creator of this awesome post) to read her Fragments, link up your Friday Fragments, and read the Frags of other fragtastic bloggers!


+ I killed a HUGE spider on our front porch. It basically took a half of a can of Black Flag. I swear I have killed more bugs since I've been married than I ever did when I was single.

+ Mr. Ski made blueberry pancakes for breakfast. They were yummy. I love him.

+ I have had constant indigestion for the last two weeks. Grr. And just in case you were going to ask...I'm not preggers.

+ Gidget got her Halloween costume early this year. Check it out!

+ I almost quit my job on Wednesday. It was a really bad day that ended with me sobbing on the phone with Mr. Ski.

+ I joined Twitter today. I wanted to be in the loop. The only people following me so far were advertising personal ads and naughty websites. So I blocked them and I'm already reconsidering this Twitter decision.

+ As I was walking out of the grocery store I saw a used condom on the ground. Um, GROSS! Who has sex in a parking lot at the grocery store? I guess someone got lucky before picking up milk, bread, and eggs.

+ A convertible passed me yesterday on my drive home. It had this written on the back window: "Inner beauty doesn't get you laid." I did laugh, but then laughed harder when I noticed that the female driver was quite unattractive. I guess beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.

+ My birthday is in seven days. And I will be all alone. Bummer. OH well, it's not like birthdays are important after 21.

+ To further prove that my birthday is no big thing anymore ( I used to proclaim that the whole month of September was to celebrate my birth...for real!) as I was making a list for Mr. Ski (he's not the greatest at picking presents, hey, he makes me a list too so this is normal for us!) and so far my list consists of an itunes card and a filing cabinet. Wow...I've gotten pretty boring.

+ I went to a bachelorette party last weekend. It was fun except I had to pry details out of the host. She was supposed to send an invite...didn't. So, I email her asking if it was still going on. She says "yes." So I email her back with "what time, where, etc." and she says "I sent an invitation I don't know what happened" Can't a girl get some frickin' details?! So I send another email with "what time, when, etc." and she responds "Hilton at 7pm for pizza and lingerie party then we're going out downtown." So I send another email "What size does she wear" she responds "34D and small" and then I vomited. Not really, but those sizes are ridiculous! On Saturday I was talking to the bachelorette's sister. And she tells me that there's a theme for the party....Goth. HOLY CRAP! Why in the hell didn't the HOST tell me this? Oh yeah probably because I had to pry details from her to begin with. I tell the bachelorette's sister that I'm not dressing up because I don't have time to find anything. I make it to the Hilton on time and I thought when I walked in I would see people dressed in black with crazy eyeliner and chains and instead I saw 15 girls in skirts, argyle sweaters, tennis shoes, and hats. Hmm...this doesn't seem very Goth...is there a preppy Goth these days? Her sister and I go outside to smoke and I tell her that no one looks very Goth. She laughed and said that she said the theme was GOLF not GOTH. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that makes sense now. Thank God I didn't show up in Goth attire, I would have been way out of place!

The font on this post is being STUPID....sorry for all the mis-match.

Rainy Day

So, it's been raining here for the last couple days. Blah. These days are when I hate commuting most since driving in the rain completely freaks me out.

I remembered a story this morning on my drive in that is just too funny not to share!

I was in seventh grade. My social studies classroom was in a modular unit behind the school. I don't know if you know anything about modular units but they tend to retain more heat than the classrooms in the school. My teacher, Mr. J, would usually leave the door open, which was in the back of the classroom, to keep the air flowing. My desk was directly beside the back door. Well, one rainy day Mr. J had opened the back door because it was really stuffy in the classroom. Right smack dab in the middle of class three dogs (2 small dogs and a large hairy dog) all wet, because it's raining, come racing in through the door (I'm laughing as I type because I can still see this crazy scene in my head) and chase each other throughout the classroom, it was like a scene from a movie. There was total chaos as everyone tried (without succeeding) to round up the dogs to send them back outside. I didn't really help much mainly because I couldn't stop laughing. After a few minutes of racing around the classroom the little dogs tore back out the door and the big hairy dog wasn't far behind them. It was by far the funniest thing to ever happen in that class.

Speaking of that Social Studies class...I got in more trouble in that class than I did my entire 12 years in school. I swear I had to right three essays because I kept getting my name on the board. But it always seemed that I never got in trouble for acting out intentionally. Once, I had to write an essay because I was leaning my chair against the back wall (remember I sat in the back of the class next to the door) and I fell out of my chair and into the floor. I'm sure the loud thud (thanks to the floors in the modular) was a distraction to everyone else but geeze, I didn't mean to fall! The next essay I had to write was because I tripped and fell over my purse strap as I was walking to the front to turn in an assignment which caused another loud thud. That's just not fair at all! I shouldn't be penalized because I'm clumsy...RIGHT?! I don't remember what I did to deserve the third essay but most likely it was because I was talking during class. So, maybe I deserved the third essay but I still don't think I deserved the first two...in my opinion you shouldn't punish someone for being accident prone! Obviously Mr. J did not agree with my opinion.

Woohoo...it's Friday and that means that Mrs. 4444 is hosting Friday Fragments over at her blog Half Past Kissin' Time, don't forget to visit her site and link your Friday Fragments up and read her fragments as well as the fragments of other bloggers!

~ First and foremost, I would like to recognize all of those who died in the September 11th attacks eight years ago. We will never forget and you will always remain close to our hearts.

~You've probably figured out by now that I like reality tv. I'll watch anything (thanks to my dvr) but I especially love TLC reality (not so much J&K+8 anymore) and my latest favorite is Police Women of Broward County. Those women are TOUGH! For a split second it made me want to be a cop but then I realized that meant I'd have to be sprayed in the face with mace AND tazed...and I'm sorry but that's a deal breaker for me. So, I'm driving to work on Wednesday and there's a big tractor trailer in front of me pulling a gigantic boat. When I begin to pass it I notice the name on the boat is....wait for it.....Broward County Sheriff's Department! It looked a lot like this except it was much bigger:
~ Sway Calloway, since you ask all the questions for MTV I thought it was your turn to be in the hot seat. If you are unsure who Sway Calloway is please see the picture below:


*What is under your hat? Is that really all hair or do you have a piece of Styrofoam shoved up under there?

*What do you do at airport security? Do they make you take your hat off? Do you comply with their request? Or are you too embarrassed to take off your hat because you don't want to expose yourself as a hair fraud plus you don't want anyone to see the piece of Styrofoam that really holds your hat up.

*Is your name Sway because your hair/Styrofoam piece sways in the wind occasionally causing you to fall down or stumble?

This concludes my interview, Mr. Calloway. Your cooperation will be appreciated.

~ The other night I went outside to smoke enjoy the night air before I went to bed. I had put Gidget in the back yard because it's fenced in and I had gone to the front porch because I have this fear of being on the back porch and someone entering my house without my knowledge plus in general I feel safer on the front porch because it's not so dark and woodsy. I start hearing this noise blood curdling screaming that I thought at first was someone being killed very slowly, but then I decided it was just some pesky dog. The longer this went on the more and more it started to sound like Gidget's famous "I will bark at you until you get too close to me and then I will act like you are murdering me" bark. So I bolt to the back door (because I thought she was DYING) and she was standing in the yard screaming at something. I couldn't see what it was, I couldn't get her to stop screaming or to come inside so I left her out back. There is no point in trying to get that dog to come in before she's ready...she's stubborn like that and I have no idea who she gets it from. After I finished my smoke deep breath of night air I went back to the back porch and she had stopped barking and was pawing at the door ready to come in. I still wonder what was back there....because I've never heard her wail like that!

~To end this Friday Fragment post I will leave you with a special treat; TWO Mitch Hedberg quotes (I know you're excited):

• You know they call corn-on-the-cob "corn-on-the-cob" right? But that's how it comes out of the ground, man. They should call that "corn." They should call every other version "corn-off-the-cob." It's not like if you cut off my arm you would call my arm "Mitch." But then reattach it and call it "Mitch-all-together!"

• This shirt is "dry-clean only"...which means it's dirty.

A Thousand Words Thursday

Head over to Jen's page to learn more about Thousand Words Thursday and post a link to your blog after you've picked your thousand word photo!
This is my youngest nephew, E3, he is precious and I was so glad he was starting to warm back up to me the last time I visited.

Wondering on a Wednesday

Am I really supposed to be someone's bitch for the rest of my life?! I know that in any job you have a boss but for pete's sake I'm so tired of mine. I went to college, obtained a degree, and now I fill my time in a position that in no way correlates with the degree I have and I spend the majority of my day doing data entry and comparisons. Don't get me wrong I'm so grateful to have a job but I just don't know anymore if this is the path I'm supposed to be on.

I remember when I was 16 or so. It was summertime and I was working at a pharmacy as a technician. I loved that job. I had gone on a mission trip with my church and my dad was one of the counselors. We were driving on some winding roads in Virginia or West Virginia and I overheard my dad telling another counselor about my sisters' successes in their jobs. For some reason it made me mad. Not because he didn't talk about me but that it seemed he was so proud of them and I was still a measly junior in high school, with very few accomplishments besides the swim team. I remember telling him later on that day when we were alone that one day he would be proud of me and want to tell people about my career as a pharmacist. He assured me that he was already proud of me and that he knew I would do great things with my life.

If only I had kept that determination during my first year of college, my story might be very different. Instead I was slaughtered by Chemistry. The professor hated me, I didn't understand it and I had to rely on a cute male cheerleader to tutor me so I could somewhat pass the class. Which I barely did. I made a D in chemistry Freshman year and that D weighed heavily on my dream to become a pharmacist because heck, if I couldn't do the first year of chemistry how was I supposed to do 6+ more years of it?! I let myself down, I doubted what I could do and ended up changing my major several times after that.

So now, I am as confused as ever about what my life path should be. I've thought about going back to school to get my Masters so I can be a school counselor (since I already have a degree in Psychology this might be the easiest option). But I'm sick of taking the easy way out. I don't know why I do that to myself, if I think something is going to be a challenge instead of facing it head on I find something that will be less of a challenge. The last time I was truly happy in a job was when I was working at a pharmacy in college. I miss it. I miss the monotony, I miss the routine, I miss the people, I miss knowing all the generics to numerous name brand drugs. I miss it. So maybe I'll go to pharmacy school...but can I afford to be back in school for 6+ years? What if I get burnt out? What if I really can't do Chemistry? What if I realize that being a pharmacist isn't what I'm supposed to do?

My life at the moment contains entirely too many "What If's." What are your what if's? Is there something or someone you always wanted to be but you strayed from that person/occupation? Why did you stray? Do you have that nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that you're meant for something else...something more?

Apology Postcard

Mr. Ski gets me a clever little desk calendar each year for Christmas. This year he got me the Pardon My President calendar which contains apology postcards written on behalf of the Bush Administration's short comings. This one had me laughing so hard that I just had to share. As always I hope not to offend anyone but heck, I'm from the South (TN) so if I'm not offended then...well, you should just laugh at the accuracy instead of getting angry. :)

To: Southerners
c/o The Alamo
300 Alamo Plaza
San Antonio, TX 78205

Dear Southerners,

Gone are the days when the accent evoked images of bow-tied gentlemen sipping mint julips on a shady front porch, of honest work, "yes ma'am/no sir" manners, and down-home cookin'. These have been replaced with images of NASCAR-sponsored BBQ sauce, megachurches with secretly gay pastors, and super-sized people shopping for XXL "Git R Done" T-Shirts at Wal-Mart.

So why the paradigm shift? Why has the southerner stereotype gone from genteel to dumb? After careful analysis, I've traced it back to 1953, when a young George W. Bush decided to become the only member of his family to adopt a southern accent. As president, Mr. Bush became the de facto spokesman for all southerners, a role he seemed to relish. That oversized-belt-buckle swagger. That nod to the southern pronunciation of his middle initial. That "aw shucks" persona. That rugged rancher ethos. Many of you ate it up like biscuits and gravy.

Heck, it was almost enough to make you forget that he was a Yankee-born, silver-spoon-fed, Yale-and Harvard-bred multimillionaire who didn't own a ranch until he was fifty-three years old.

So let me apologize on behalf of the Northerners, urbanites, and snobbish intellectuals who equate your drawl with dimwittedness. "Dubya" doesn't speak for y'all, and having an accent doesn't make somebody stupid.

Being stupid makes somebody stupid.

Ride along now,

U.S. Citizen

Fragmented Friday!

It's time for Friday Fragments. The one post I actually do during the week. OR at least that's how it seems. I've got to be a better blogger, speaking of awesome bloggers head over to the originator of this fine blog topic, Mrs. 4444's blog "Half Past Kissin' Time" to read her Friday Fragments, link yours up, and read other blogger's Friday Fragments!

~ I saw a turtle beginning to cross the interstate yesterday. Wonder what was so great on the other side that that little turtle was willing to risk his life for? I would have stopped to take a picture but then I would have probably caused a multiple car pile up and I don't think my insurance would have covered it once they knew why I stopped so suddenly.

~ My boss had me working on a non-work related project, typing the lyrics to ten Christmas carols out of a musical that his church choir will be doing in the winter. I found myself singing along as I typed. Then I had Christmas music stuck in my head for more than a week! It brought back memories of college when my roommate began playing Christmas music in OCTOBER and continued on through the New Year. I've never felt the same way about Christmas music since then. Just as I had gone a couple days without having Christmas music coursing through my brain my boss plays two excerpts of the music in the office yesterday....BAM!...Come on ring those bells...light the Christmas tree...Jesus is the King born for you and me.... I'm sure you can figure out how the rest of the day went.

~ My mother-in-law, brother-in-law, and my MIL's exchange student (Twilight...I'm not even kidding that is her name!) are in town. The main reason they came to visit was so Mr. Ski and his brother could go to the Titans/Packers game last night. I wasn't going to get to go but an extra ticket popped up so I was able to cheer on the Packers with the boys. Even though Green Bay lost it was still fun. Since Mr. Ski's brother had never been to Nashville we took him out afterwards. Coyote Ugly was the place he chose to go. WOW! I've been there before but for some reason it was quite the experience this time. This will require bullet points:

• Body Shots - Geeze Louise! I guess I've never seen them do body shots before....but it was pretty intense. From the one coyote pole dancing on the other coyote's leg to the coyote squeezing (with her mouth) lime juice in the man's mouth, it was definitely an experience.
• Some dude bought one of the coyote's underwear for a hundred dollars! She cut both sides and pulled them off...he tried to help her by yanking on them (ouch!) and I thought she was going to punch him, he then proceeded to wear them as a necklace the rest of the night. Nice! I asked her later if she sold many pairs of her underwear and she said Yes, that she had to go to Victoria's Secret once (sometimes twice) a month to replenish. I had noticed early on that she also had white shorts under her skimpy jean shorts so at least she wasn't bar tending commando. But still...I wouldn't want anyone's underwear much less PAY for their underwear. Men are weird. (No offense to any male readers I may have...I'm sure you would never pay for a girl's underwear.)
  
• Bathroom Attendants - While it is nice to have someone turn on the water, squirt soap in your hand and get paper towels ready. I hate to use their services if I don't have cash...that makes me feel like a bad person, these women don't get anything but tips so if I don't have cash I quickly fish for my Purel and walk out. Luckily, last night I had some cash so I took advantage of their hand washing services.

~ The other day Mr. Ski (who's pretty bad with names) referred to Twilight (MIL's exchange student) as New Moon! BAHAHAHA! I almost peed my pants.

~ I've seen some pretty hilarious videos lately that leave me having to cover my mouth so my laughter won't disturb the dead silence in my office. I thought in place of a Mitch Hedberg quote that I would leave you with this: