Hair today....GONE Friday!

Here are the before pictures. The top one is blurry and the second picture is me trying to look scared....it looks more like I smell something funny.

HERE WE GO!!!!

There's NO turning back now!

A foot of hair...GONE.

I went home and put makeup on, so the pictures would look better.

Okay...I have a new hair style now... but really, lets get to the truth - Don't you think I have big, game show host teeth??

Doug got a hair cut too! He wanted to share his too.

Thanks so much Debbie! We love our hair!

P.S. The hair was mailed to Locks of Love this morning.

BBQ Sauce Bowling

Every year Doug gets a gift card from his employer for a local bowling alley. He usually just stops in to pick up the gift card and leave. This year I went with him so we could use it for dinner for the evening. (We never used the 2 we already have). When we got there they had a whole side of the bowling alley to themselves and were about to start a raffle.

I was kind of a party pooper when we got there. I didn't want to bowl; the shirt and capris I had on weren't going to cooperate for bowling - the shirt was going to pull up and my capris would pull down in the back although I had a belt on, making it a tug of war while trying to have fun. Oh, and I had flip flops on.

We ended up bowling and it was really fun. His coworkers are a blast, but I already knew that! They had these FANCY socks to purchase, they have a bowling ball and pins on them - you'll see at the bottom that they were NOT lucky socks.

The raffle and games were fun too. Doug won a hotel stay at the hotel in front of his job.

The games were hard. The manager set up really difficult pins for people to knock down. He was offering up to $300 gift cards at times. The split Doug had to try to pick up was worth $250, but he missed. The manager gave him, and I think everyone that was drawn from a raffle that tried, 3 free games.

The title of this post comes from a joke that started when we ordered food. Doug and I ordered a BBQ Chicken Pizza and trying to eat something with BBQ sauce while bowling is difficult. We started saying that if we got BBQ sauce all over the ball the pins might stick to it and our scores would be better. It wasn't working though.

I think we have weird looks on our faces in this photo, but we had a mouth full of pizza that we were trying to conceal.
Just before Doug picked up his spare. (We were glow bowling.)

Love the face? I missed picking up the spare.

Doug ended up bowling a 126 and I ended up with a 78. Oh yeah, look out pro bowlers!! I'm just under 250 points from kicking your butts!

Brakes still work!

On my way home this evening, a man in a black Jaguar pulled out from a red light right in front of me - I don't think he even looked before he pulled out, he owns a Jaguar, so he owns the road you know. I was going 45mph and he was going about 5mph. Of course, like most numb-nut drivers when they get honked at, he hit his brakes. Which made the situation worse. After the squealing and smoke from my tires stopped, the tears started. I'm sure I have bald spots on my tires now. My record (involving motor vehicles) I can't find all the photos though:

Crossing the street - hit by a car

3-Wheeler - rolled it with my mom

White Camaro - ground effect cracked - hit a deer

White Camaro - totalledBlack Camaro - new front end - hit a deerBlack Camaro - totalled

Dodge Minivan - Totalled (mom driving)

Chevy S-10 - new front end - woman tried to cross 4 lanes of traffic without lookingCelica - new passenger door - boy didn't want to wait behind a bus and swerved into my lane
Celica - rear-ended - sitting at a red light

Rav4 - rear-ended - guy behind me not paying attention

Rav4 - rear-ended (included replacing the rear floor) - man behind me didn't stop when the rest of us didI think that's all of them. I've lost track after so many. The rest of my family has a record just like it!

I know I'm here for a reason. I've been so lucky to have walked away (not without my share of pain or scars though) from all these accidents. And lucky enough to not hit that Jaguar today.

BOGO Jamba smoothies!

Jamba BOGO is back! Click HERE for the weblink to print the coupon. Good through July 12th.

A great weekend

Doug and I started our weekend with a River Cats game on Friday night.
Thanks for the tickets Brian!!!
I'm so bummed I forgot my camera; the seats were great! (These are cell phone pictures)
Look! We had a "Run-By-Fruiting!" in the second photo. (I'll let you try to remember what movie that line is from.)

Doug was home ALL WEEKEND!! He was on-call on Saturday (because he already worked 5 days) and didn't need to go into work after all!! WOO HOO!!

We did some chores on Saturday morning, watched a movie, took a nap and had a great weekend spending time together.

Sunday was our first day of our new calling at church, so that was interesting. We teach Primary, the 11 year olds and pretty much babysit for the last hour. I'll save you from my thoughts about it. Doug tells me, "blessings come from callings" and I'll just have to believe him.

Here's a funny story too...

A couple weekends ago I spent an hour or so shoveling wood chips from the side of our house, enough to fill our yard waste trashcan. Well, Saturday, Doug goes out to shovel the wood chips to fill the trashcan again (it only gets emptied twice a month, so we always have to wait to do more yard work and we have a TON of wood chips to get rid of). A few minutes later Doug comes in and says, "DONE! I didn't even break a sweat." I said, "WHAT? No way, REALLY?!" Yep, he finished a job that took me over an hour in just a few minutes. Want to know the trick???? I sure did. He put the trashcan down on it's side and shoveled the chips into it, rather than one scoop up and into the can at a time. I'M LAME! I ALWAYS look for the easier way to do something, but I sure missed the train on that one!

Update

I spoke with a very nice policeman this morning regarding my credit card information being used and he let me know the case has been transferred to the police department in the area the crime took place. I was told to wait a month and then call to find out the status of the case.

I sure hope they are able to move quickly, but I'm learning patience :) I'm sure it isn't high on their list with murders and such, but it's sure high on my list.

I also haven't made much progress regarding the incomplete information from our original title company. They stopped responding to me, so I filed a complaint with the BBB and they wouldn't respond to that either. I contacted the local news station and they gave me a couple more avenues to try.

So, that's the latest.

We are REALLY looking forward to our vacation!!

No words for this one

Doug and I saw this little shop on Saturday night and all I have to say is: WHAT???!?!!!

Nature-rific

I always come home with pictures of flowers and wildlife when we visit my parent's home and this trip was no different.

This picture drives me crazy because most of my close up pictures end up like this. Everything is in focus except the thing I want.

Weekend BBQ

My mom had a party/BBQ over the weekend. It felt more like a family reunion though. I grew up with the people you see in the photos below. They are more like family I haven't seen in a long time. The guest of honor is the man second from the left with the sun glasses on.
Doug showing my step-dad his new gun.

The guys chit chatting in a circle.

The gals cooking the food. And there was a TON of food.

Guys looking at a car....it's what guys do :)

My world came crashing down

I CANNOT believe what I'm dealing with this morning! Warning, the message below is a very pissed off message....

My debit card information has been stolen and this idiot going by Vicki(?) Smith in Elk Grove is buying stuff like crazy. She's sent flowers to Stephanie Smith in San Francisco, clothing to Tim Brown in San Francisco, and that's the beginning. Seriously, how STUPID can people be. I've contacted the police department.

You can't imagine what can be found online. I've gotten the UPS tracking # for the flowers (how stupid can a person be when the email confirmation came to me for the flowers), the addresses in San Francisco for the flowers and clothing, and possibly her address in Elk Grove, or the address of someone else's information she's taken.

Little Miss Vicki Smith - you have screwed with the wrong chick! I'll be happy to visit you in jail and spit in your face when you are arrested and you WILL be arrested. I will NOT stop until you are behind bars for screwing with my life. Believe me.

I've always been so careful with my information and look where it got me. Be careful you guys.

Doug's new toy

After just over a month, Doug FINALLY got to pick up his new toy. The picture does NOT do this gun justice. It weighs 4 pounds (without ammunition!); it's HUGE. To give you some idea of how large it is, my pinkie fits in the chamber - where the bullets go. Really, no kidding. The barrel itself is 8 1/2 inches, so it's over a foot long. I'm really happy we were able to buy something that Doug really wanted. He works really hard for us and deserves something for all his hard work. Now.....to find the ammo for it.

Well, POO!

I'm so bummed that Sally Hansen isn't making the powder I use anymore. I'm trying Mabeline's version, but we'll see. So far, I'm not impressed, but it's working for now. My skin is too sensitive for most products and it's super oily and this powder helped control the shine as best as any powder can and was easy on my skin. What a bummer. I've also tried Bare Minerals, but I don't know if my skin is too oily or what, but it sits in my smile lines and around my eyes and makes me look older - so that's OUT. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know. I just might buy it on eBay if I have to. Did I mention I'm bummed??

The little things

I was so excited and I had to call Doug and tell him we had a couple hits on our blog from Sao Paulo, Brazil. He served his mission there. I wish I could speak Portuguese so we could both keep up with the language. I had 7 years of Spanish and wish I had kept it up.

I LOVE LIGHTNING!

A day in the life of a phobic

We had a long night last night. Well, more me than Doug, but he’s an innocent victim in my phobia madness.

Doug was sitting on the couch yesterday evening and had his feet up while we were talking. I stood up and Doug shifted his legs to get up. Out comes this large, black spider from under his calf. I scream – which I usually don’t do; I’ll yell but not scream. I start yelling, “Don’t move! Don’t move!” over and over to both Doug, who is now standing next to the couch, and the spider. I run to get Doug a paper towel to kill it. He kills it and takes it outside to the trashcan – a spider that big, dead or not, cannot be in a trashcan IN the house. I tell Doug, “I can’t take this anymore.” Referring to the other spiders we’ve had recently around the couch. I ask him to lean the couch back so I can spray under it; there were 4 more spiders!

We decided to go out and have dinner and stop off at Target on the way home; it’s easier to go out than being a nervous wreck at home. We get home; I still won’t sit on the couch and Doug’s back is tweaked from pulling the couch back. I go to open the sliding glass door in the kitchen and 2 spiders come running at me, yes running. I grab the Raid can near me – if you don’t know, there are 4-6 Raid cans in the house AT ALL TIMES and they are all placed where they belong so I will know where they are ALL the time.So, I spray the 2 spiders and close the door. That’s already 7 spiders in the house within a few hours, I don’t want any more – to HECK with the cool night air.

I finally get enough courage to sit on the couch and watch some TV with Doug. I will usually lay with him while he sleeps, but not when there’s a rampage of spiders going on. I decide if I curl into a ball on one couch cushion that I’ll be safe. I’m watching Here Come the Newlyweds, Doug is asleep and I’m calming down. THEN, a spider comes from the edge of the cushion towards my arm. I scream and somehow leap vertically into the air and am standing on the other side of the table. Poor Doug jumps up from his sleep and kills another spider.

I have a little bit left in the show I was watching, so I sit a few feet from the television where I can see spiders coming at me or not. I start to cry because I’m so frustrated with my fear and can’t take the panic feeling anymore. The show ends and I wake up Doug again to go upstairs. I have him shake his clothes out before he goes upstairs; at this point upstairs is my only safe zone. We go upstairs to bed and I was wide awake, too scared to turn the light off, playing Nintendo DS trying to take my mind off my craziness. Eventually I fell asleep.

Now, this morning I am really tired and my stomach is a mess.

I HATE MY PHOBIA.

I can’t stand how irrational it makes me and how weak I am because of a stupid spider. Just telling this story to my friends at work this morning made me tear up because I can’t stand how absurd it is.

Ashley, I found this comic for you because of your comment on the last post.

Last night reminded us of another bad night we had when we were still in the apartment. I sat (the kind of sitting where your knees are bent to your chest and your balancing on the soles of your feet) on the edge of the counter in the bathroom like I was a bird on a perch because I saw a spider and when Doug went to get the spray we couldn't find the spider. I just sat there crying for almost an hour because I couldn't walk under the doorway where we lost the spider.