Pro: Making amazing friends at your awesome sauce school.

Con: Those same amazing friends taking the most butt ugly pictures of you that you didn’t think were possible.  And then bombing your Facebook like a blood thirsty vengeful assassin wearing bunny slippers!

Hey there, hi there, hello again.  I am just in a blog-esque mood and this picture was too caption-worthy to pass up.  Now please be kind when you mention my face…I was in an accident as a child and just my face was trampled by a herd of elephants escaping a volcano.  True story.

Oh and that’s Coddy (pronounced like a regular Cody) with the barnacle-brain-stunner-shades that no man, woman or Chihuahua could pass up.  His WordPress is: Oh and Coddy, when you are reading this, remember to recant your earlier statement that I don’t advertise your face on my blog.  BOOM!!

Recapping le weekend and lack of desire for my morning class tomorrow

I am genuinely distraught over the idea of having to be at school 8am tomorrow for a lecture on copywriting.  It’s so dull.  I have yet to be on time to this class, and for once am planning to make an exception.

Maybe the reason I am so not looking forward to school this week is because A, it’s Midterms week and B, for once I had a fun weekend.

No homework was done by this chick.  I went bowling on Saturday night (and almost worked my way up to 100 points) and today I went with my yoga niece to Greener Blocks Las Vegas.  

Because I find things like these beyond entertaining, a parking meter covered in a crocheted hat/pot holder thing.  Can you imagine the grandma who made this?  Oh whatcha making, Grandma?”  “A parking meter hat, sonny boy!”

Never ask a man to cook. He will try to burn the house down for payback.

My night classes go pretty late, so in the past two weeks Kenny and I have been getting fast food.  Terrible, I know, but I am too dead tired to go home and cook after work/classes.  So tonight I asked him to cook up some turkey burgers for us to eat.

It seemed like the easiest plan…I could not have been more wrong!!

I got to the casa around 10pm to find our apt filled with smoke and some vile stench that is still undetermined.  My boyfriend just sitting there on the sofa with this big stupid grin on his face, that lets me know he finds this highly amusing.

I tread with caution into the kitchen to find two blackened patties, that look more like hockey pucks, sitting in the frying pan, the stove still on.

He says he cursed every swear word in the book at the smoke detector that kept going off (gee, I wonder why) and one of the burgers actually caught on fire.

This is a guy that if something is broken he hires someone to fix it.  The only tool we have is a hammer, and that’s just to hang pictures on the wall.  I was just thrilled the fire dept wasn’t there hosing off my closet that I just organized. 

Right before I was about to tear him a new one, I stopped and realized that it was a minor incident in the grand scheme of things.  I was just happy he wasn’t hurt and that no major damage was done.  So he rinsed off the pan and I showed him the proper technique for making burgers.

People are simply more important than frying pans (or clean fresh air).