Snow Day

Well, the dream of yesterday’s SNOW EVENT, became a reality today.  Luckily, they closed school so I don’t even have to worry about driving.  So, in light of the weather, here is my plan for the day:

-Eating my mom’s patented Snow Day breakfast of Toast with Hot Chocolate (DONE!).  Which, if you haven’t ever tried you have too.  And, take it from me, dip the toast in the hot chocolate.  It’s the way God intended it to be eaten.

-Looking out my windows.

Tracking how much snow has fallen on the cars and seeing what the crazy college kids are up to.

In this case, someone (with too much time on their hands) wrote “I Heart Snow” on the pavement of my parking lot.  Then some jerk parked over the “W”.  How rude.

Of course, 45 minutes after I took this picture the message is almost completely covered by snow.  But still, the sentiment holds true.

-Reading a good book.  I’m torn between rereading “Scarlett” and starting “Prince of Tides”. 

-Checking facebook every other half hour to see if someone has posted pictures of Katy’s baby Ginger, yet.

Happy Birthday Ginger Evans.  You are a precious (and prompt) baby.

 

Hope you all have a wonderful Snow Day.  Stay warm and safe!

SNOW EVENT

Ladies and Gentlemen,

North Texas is bracing itself for a “SNOW EVENT” that may or may not be happening sometime between Wednesday evening and Saturday morning (we like to be extra prepared here in North Texas).

When said “EVENT” happens you can be certain that the local news will spend the better part of those four hours with a camera pointed on an icicle hanging off a bridge somewhere and talking about the dangerous driving conditions sure to come.

This is why I hate the news.

As much as I’d like to pretend that I’m all cool and laissez-faire about it all, I’m not.  And I am the one person who always buys into the hype that the news puts out there.  I am the one person watching that icicle and convincing myself that if I get into my car then I’ll get stuck somewhere in the ice and then I’ll have to skate home.

So, the whole point of this post? Pray for me.  Because while the snow is sure pretty, it sets my nerves on thin ice.

(I’ve never been prouder of my pun abilities!)

Love, Crystal

Some Random Thoughts In List Form

1. Popcorn is one of my favorite snacks.

2. Have I mentioned that I watch ‘Lost’ and am utterly confused by it?  Well, my BFF Chelsea also watches ‘Lost’ and she text messages me approximately 12 times a day with her latest conspiracy theories.

3. I am riding on a football high right now and I’d really like to visit New Orleans.  But maybe not this week.  Or next.

4. I really like Oatmeal Raisin cookies but I never make or buy them.

5. At dinner last week our waitress told me I looked just like her sister’s best friend, Bevy, asked me my name and then asked if I was related to Bevy.  I’m not related to Bevy- that I know of.

6. I have a new nickname. It’s Bevy.

7. I just discovered that Hulu has full-length movies as well as TV shows.  AWESOME!

8. I really enjoy House Hunters, but I am addicted to House Hunters International.  But, as a result, I keep asking people how expensive their homes are.  Which kinda makes me seem impolite.

9. I’m not Catholic, but I always give something up for Lent.  I just don’t know what I’m giving up yet.

10. I just started following Candace Cameron Bure on Twitter.  So far, I’ve managed to stop myself from tweeting her every hour, on the hour, to ask questions about her ‘Full House’ days…. but I don’t know how long I can hold it in.

So, there you have it.  Ten Things to get you through your Tuesday.  Stay warm and dry y’all!

The Super Bowl Of Boring

Did you do anything interesting over the weekend?  I didn’t.

Which was nice, but not very conducive to writing a blog.

This was the first year in many years that I was actually interested in watching the Super Bowl.  Truthfully, I just wanted to go to a Super Bowl Party.  The kind of party where all the guys watch the game and all the girls stand around the kitchen where the food is until the commercials come on.  I am truly in my element when I’m talking and surrounded by plentiful cheese products, chips and other bite-sized foods.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have any friends nearby throwing Super Bowl parties.  Unless I count my neighbor and her friends along with their 14 combined dogs who all traipsed in and out of our stairwell four million times, slamming the door and barking every time (they should know better- Grandma in 204A has to be in bed by 8:30 at the latest).  But, I don’t count my neighbor, her friends and the dogs because they didn’t invite me to their party.  I wonder why?

I decided that even if I couldn’t stand around the kitchen I would still watch the game.  Then I had to decide what to eat.  Earlier in the afternoon I had gotten a fast-food menu tweet from Sonic (yes, I follow Sonic and Chic-fila on Twitter because- in my world- they’re the REAL celebrities).  Their suggestions included some old friends of mine- chili cheese tots, jalapeno poppers, mozzarella cheese sticks and popcorn chicken.

Part of my heart really wanted to eat all of those things at my impromptu Super Bowl Party….

But the other part of my heart didn’t want to deal with the inevitable atherosclerosis.

So I settled for a Diet Coke.  Did you do anything (and by “do anything” I mean “eat anything”) exciting for the Super Bowl?

The Water Bottle That Broke The Camel’s Back

Have you ever had an obsession that, hard as you try, you can’t seem to shake?

Have you ever obsessed over something absolutely ridiculous?  Something that is so tiny and unimportant you question your sanity?

I have.

And for me it comes in water bottle form.

Looks harmless, right?

Delicious?  Thirst quenching?  Refreshing, right?

Wrong.

This water bottle may be the bane of my existence.

About a month ago my friend Yumi and I were hanging out at my apartment and, being the thoughtful hostess that I am, I gave her some water.  After a few minutes she said that she couldn’t get the lid of the bottle open.  In my head I thought, ‘oh my goodness, what a precious little 84 pound Taiwanese girl- she can’t even open water bottles with her own strength’.  In my arrogance I confidently grabbed the bottle and began to twist the lid off and immediately felt like my hand was being ripped apart.

Apparently perforation between the lid and the twisty part beneath it (I have no idea what it’s called) was never actually perforated.

It’s not the best picture in the world but I think you can tell that this bottle lid is not made of plastic, but steel-plated armor. 

Like I already mentioned, this happened over a month ago and since that time it has sat in my fridge where I take it out three times a week to see if I will be able to finally open it.  I can’t seem to throw it away because:

1. Even though it probably only cost me 67 cents, it would be totally wasteful and I just can’t make myself do it.

2. If I throw it out then the water bottle wins. 

I’ve tried everything I can think of to help me open the lid.  I’ve used knives, scissors and prayer.  And, with the exception of the prayer, all that’s changed is my mental stability.

I guess this post is just a blatant cry for help. 

Do any of you own a chainsaw?

French Fries and Photos

My friend Miranda and I have a standing dinner date each week.  We always meet halfway between our homes on Tuesdays.  Yesterday, I sent Mir a Facebook message beforehand and told her that there was a big flaw in our plan…. LOST.  The premiere started at 7 that night and I told her I couldn’t risk missing even a second of it, because if I did I would be more confused than ever.  She and I both know that if I get confused about something that happens on LOST then I end up calling and text messaging her non-stop until my feeble mind understands. 

To be completely honest with you, it takes many phone calls for my mind to wrap around the space-time continuum of LOST.  Every time I think of it I feel like I did on the day they taught about cells in freshman Biology- very close to a mental breakdown.  For some reason that doesn’t deter me from watching the show, which is interesting since, I gave up on all-things-science many moons ago in that Biology class.

Anyway, in order to ensure plenty of time to prepare for LOST, Miranda and I decided to meet for a Blue Plate Special at 4:30 last night.  We decided to have a little snack at Kincaid’s- a delicious Fort Worth burger joint.  When we arrived there were two other customers in the store and an employee training session going on in the back.  Mir and I decided to split a large order of their yummy fries and a chocolate shake.

YUM!  And, since we split it- totally health conscious too!

After enjoying some of our fries we both realized that, come 8:15 we were going to be extremely hungry.  That’s when we decided to split a burger as well.  But, neither of us wanted to have to actually get up and go place the order- so we did what any rational adults would do.  We played rock-paper-scissors and left the decision up to fate.

As Miranda walked up to the check-out to place our second order of the night I noticed that the cashier and cook had disappeared somewhere in the back.  This left her standing at the counter with no one around, except me, an elderly couple and a room full of Kincaid’s employees in the back.  It was awkward for poor Miranda to just stand there and wait, particularly because I’m guessing they don’t get many repeat customers- especially when they repeat within 15 minutes of their first order.

So, as Miranda took one for the team, waiting to be helped in a nearly deserted restaurant I did what any good friend would do….

I laughed while I took pictures of her with my phone’s camera.

Comment Moderation

I often talk about the fact that everything I do on the blog I do for my one reader.  I have to confess that I don’t technically have just the one reader.  However, she’s the one who reads daily and comments.  I jokingly told Katy last month that I felt sorry for her because my New Year’s resolution required a lot of work from her as my one commenter.

I’ve known others read the blog but maybe don’t feel comfortable commenting or don’t want to take the time.  Over the weekend I was talking to my Mom and she told me that she’d read the blog and really liked one of my posts from last week.  I basked in the glory of being a successful writer for all of two seconds before she said, “but that one post, about your mattress?  That was WEIRD.  What were you thinking?”

I told Mom that if she wanted to issue a complaint she had to talk directly to the “Comments” department on my blog because I didn’t accept criticism in person.  I only accept praise.

Then Mom told me that she’d never seen any comments or anywhere to write comments.  So, please excuse my Mother and I while we have a technology lesson in blog-form.  But, just in case, you had been wanting to lodge a complaint (or compliment) but couldn’t figure out how to do so the comments are at the bottom of this post on the right.  Please feel free to do so, even if we’re strangers…. or if I’m your daughter.

For the rest of you (Katy), I apologize for wasting your precious time.  I promise to be back tomorrow with something worthwhile, like a list of my five favorite lip balms.

(I kid.  I could never choose only five favorite lip balms.)