We all know I'm a klutz by now, right?
Last night I decided to take a quick shower before I hop into bed. When all the lights are off I usually flip on the hallway light so I don't trip over anything, like my own two feet.
For some reason I decided to just reach for the bathroom light instead of getting the hallway light on first. That was a bad idea.
I proceeded to reach towards the light switch, but my face met the door frame before my hand met the light switch. Ouch. I fell down and started crying. I wouldn't even tell my husband what I did because I was much too embarrassed. My face hurts today.
Flash back to two weeks ago. I was wearing a pair of jogging pants, I guess. The tear-away style pants. I had these since high school so they are definitely well-loved. They have a little tear in the bottom that creates a hole. I have stuck my foot through it a few times, but never got around to cutting it free. That was another bad idea.
All I wanted to do was go to the bathroom, so I get up and tell Husband that I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be right back. I got up, took one step, and my left toe got caught in my right pant leg and as my Husband said, I went down like a sack of potatoes.
I actually laughed so hard I almost peed myself. I got a nice bruise on my knee and my ego.
Stacey: 0 vs. Walking: 2
Monday, March 26, 2012
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Lucy v. Life: Kitchenaid box
I'll have to post her "nest" also. That will come at a later date.
But what I'm sharing now is Lucy digging her squeaky toy out of a Kitchenaid box. She tried jumping in once. Only once. The box tipped over and she was forever freaked out by it.
So she does this instead.
Enjoy.
Lucy: 1 v. Life: 0
But what I'm sharing now is Lucy digging her squeaky toy out of a Kitchenaid box. She tried jumping in once. Only once. The box tipped over and she was forever freaked out by it.
So she does this instead.
Enjoy.
Lucy: 1 v. Life: 0
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Stacey v. Life: I love you
This will be brief, but I wanted to get this in writing so I never forget.
One time I was baby-sitting my nieces. We had a fun evening of dinner and crafts. It was time to wind down with a movie. I'm sitting on the floor while older niece, M, eagerly awaits the start time of Despicable Me. She just looks at me and says, "Titi Stacey? I love you." Then my heart melted. I said, "I love you, too, M!"
Another time I was baby-sitting my nieces. It was nice, so we were doing craft time outside on the back patio. I was carrying the folding table back into the house and little niece, L, was right behind me. In the garage, right before we go into the house, she says, "Titi Stacey? I love you." Then my heart melted again. I said, "I love you, too, L!"
Don't worry, I remember when Husband said it, too ;) Instead of a heart-melt, it took my breath away.
Stacey: 1 v. Life: 0
One time I was baby-sitting my nieces. We had a fun evening of dinner and crafts. It was time to wind down with a movie. I'm sitting on the floor while older niece, M, eagerly awaits the start time of Despicable Me. She just looks at me and says, "Titi Stacey? I love you." Then my heart melted. I said, "I love you, too, M!"
Another time I was baby-sitting my nieces. It was nice, so we were doing craft time outside on the back patio. I was carrying the folding table back into the house and little niece, L, was right behind me. In the garage, right before we go into the house, she says, "Titi Stacey? I love you." Then my heart melted again. I said, "I love you, too, L!"
Don't worry, I remember when Husband said it, too ;) Instead of a heart-melt, it took my breath away.
Stacey: 1 v. Life: 0
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Stacey vs. Puggle: Pajamas
I think puggles are gross, gross creatures. Thanks to my friend's gross, gross puggle. Sorry, buddy, you ruined it for all your puggle cousins.
Three years ago he was parading around a cabin with a used tampon, the string happily hanging out of his mouth. Just hanging on to it. Not eating. Just snacking. I'll give you one guess to whom the tampon belonged.
Every time this dog comes to my house, I have a new pair of crotchless underwear. I don't know how or when he does it. He's a sneaky bastard.
This is his greatest Houdini yet.
Last night I'm wearing one of my favorite pair of pajama pants. Light, comfy, worn in. There was one tiny little hole in the crotch. About the size of a pencil eraser. Something I was planning on sewing up for a while now. I put my old faithfuls on last night after a nice hot shower. I continue with my night of grand plans to sleep a cozy sleep.
We are dog-sitting this gross little creature. Now, let me just say, when he isn't being disgusting, he is quite cute and snuggly. I call him my little snuggle puggle. D'awe. So last night, I let Lucy under the "bankies" because the poor freeze baby was cold. She sleeps under the blankies with me every night. I know the puggle does the same in his own home. Our friend told us so and we think it's silly since Lucy does the same! So I let the puggle crawl under the "bankies" as well. We go to snooze town. Or so I thought....
I wake up this morning to Husband wanting some "adult time." I'm not going into too many details here, but Husband pretty much got to second base (maybe third?) and I still had on my pjs! I thought it was very strange. I asked him how he managed to do that. He said there was just a giant slit in my pants. Okay. Fair enough. I figure at some point this little hole just grew into something a little more annoying.
It is now close to midnight. I go to check out this giant slit in my pajamas. I pick them up and there is the biggest hole -- with teeth marks!!!! -- I have ever seen in a pair of my clothes!!! Puggle. Dammit. He got to my pajamas! (Good thing I have another pair of these!) But when?! When, my dearest snuggle puggle, did you try eating your way to China through my pants?!!
My theory? He crawled under my blankies and curled up in a little triangle shape I made with my foot and knee put together. And he went to town. Don't ask how I didn't notice. I am a very heavy sleeper.
You creepy little bastard.
Stacey: 0 v. Puggle: 1
Three years ago he was parading around a cabin with a used tampon, the string happily hanging out of his mouth. Just hanging on to it. Not eating. Just snacking. I'll give you one guess to whom the tampon belonged.
Every time this dog comes to my house, I have a new pair of crotchless underwear. I don't know how or when he does it. He's a sneaky bastard.
This is his greatest Houdini yet.
Last night I'm wearing one of my favorite pair of pajama pants. Light, comfy, worn in. There was one tiny little hole in the crotch. About the size of a pencil eraser. Something I was planning on sewing up for a while now. I put my old faithfuls on last night after a nice hot shower. I continue with my night of grand plans to sleep a cozy sleep.
We are dog-sitting this gross little creature. Now, let me just say, when he isn't being disgusting, he is quite cute and snuggly. I call him my little snuggle puggle. D'awe. So last night, I let Lucy under the "bankies" because the poor freeze baby was cold. She sleeps under the blankies with me every night. I know the puggle does the same in his own home. Our friend told us so and we think it's silly since Lucy does the same! So I let the puggle crawl under the "bankies" as well. We go to snooze town. Or so I thought....
I wake up this morning to Husband wanting some "adult time." I'm not going into too many details here, but Husband pretty much got to second base (maybe third?) and I still had on my pjs! I thought it was very strange. I asked him how he managed to do that. He said there was just a giant slit in my pants. Okay. Fair enough. I figure at some point this little hole just grew into something a little more annoying.
It is now close to midnight. I go to check out this giant slit in my pajamas. I pick them up and there is the biggest hole -- with teeth marks!!!! -- I have ever seen in a pair of my clothes!!! Puggle. Dammit. He got to my pajamas! (Good thing I have another pair of these!) But when?! When, my dearest snuggle puggle, did you try eating your way to China through my pants?!!
My theory? He crawled under my blankies and curled up in a little triangle shape I made with my foot and knee put together. And he went to town. Don't ask how I didn't notice. I am a very heavy sleeper.
You creepy little bastard.
Stacey: 0 v. Puggle: 1
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Stacey v. House: Appliances
The other day I was loading up the washing machine. I notice a weird shape in that cup-thing that I think holds fabric softener? I take a closer look. It's a wolf spider that has been plastered to the cup because of the spinning motion the washing machine makes when on the spin cycle. EW. bleck. I even tried shaking it out and smacking it on the garbage to hopefully get it loose and nothing helped. It's there forever as far as I'm concerned.
Today I was telling Husband about it and he didn't believe me. I can't make that shit up! How could he not believe me?! I go downstairs to grab the cup because I just had to show him. It was crazy.
I get to the basement and some Fast Orange cleaning stuff was on the washing machine and I just slide it over to the dryer. I grab the cup and show Husband. He was as amazed and disgusted as I was.
I take the cup back downstairs and notice a giant rug in the washing machine. I am an awesome wife so I go to throw it in the dryer but that Fast Orange was actually sitting on the dryer door (front loading) and when I open the door, the Fast Orange does a for-real back flip and promptly opens and splats all over the inside of the dryer.
Only me.
Stacey - 0 v. Appliances - 2 (1 for the sneaky wolf spider, 1 for the stupid Fast Orange)
Today I was telling Husband about it and he didn't believe me. I can't make that shit up! How could he not believe me?! I go downstairs to grab the cup because I just had to show him. It was crazy.
I get to the basement and some Fast Orange cleaning stuff was on the washing machine and I just slide it over to the dryer. I grab the cup and show Husband. He was as amazed and disgusted as I was.
I take the cup back downstairs and notice a giant rug in the washing machine. I am an awesome wife so I go to throw it in the dryer but that Fast Orange was actually sitting on the dryer door (front loading) and when I open the door, the Fast Orange does a for-real back flip and promptly opens and splats all over the inside of the dryer.
Only me.
Stacey - 0 v. Appliances - 2 (1 for the sneaky wolf spider, 1 for the stupid Fast Orange)
Friday, September 30, 2011
Husband v. Life: Car Dealerships
We have been pretending we've been wanting to buy a new car since we got married. So two years, now? Finally we got a kick in the ass to get the process going. All it took was his coworker telling him his wife would give him a mad deal on a Ford since it was end of the fiscal year.
Woo. Hoo.
Husband works third shift. His grand plan was to come home Friday morning from work and we'd be on our way. So we did. We head out to Toyota because we want to test drive that before we make any final decisions at Ford. We already decided it'd be one of those two that would end up in our driveway.
We show up at Toyota -- and I always end up laughing at car dealerships because those salesman are like flies on shit. They just stare at you as soon as you pull in the driveway. I always feel like a piece of meat! Anyways, a nice guy named Jason approaches us asking what we're looking for. We don't mess around and cut right to the chase. Soon enough, we're test driving. Awesome. We're hooked on the V6. Silly salesman had us drive the V6 before the 4 cylinder. Of course we love the V6. We were planning on a V6 in the first place, so he really didn't have to twist our arms.
We love the car. Husband pretends that "we don't need this, that or the other thing, but they would be nice for resale." ::chuckle::
My Husband is awesome at a lot of things. Most days, wheeling and dealing doesn't quite make it to the top five. However, he really proved himself at that round table. He literally laughed at some of the offers brought to the table. It was pretty empowering, and I know he felt that. He really got 'em going and eventually he was chatting with Toyota's General Manager. So that was awesome.
We end up loving the Toyota but have to go to Ford since he knows the guy whose wife works there. And she's training, so we wanted to give her some experience.
The first thing I kind of liked was that no one talked to us for, like, 15 minutes! Nice! We fiddle around window shopping and wait another 10 minutes for the woman we came to see. We tell her what we want to drive. She goes to get it.
She pulls up, Husband takes the reigns. A panel is falling off? And there are 65480419840 buttons up front. I'm sure they are useful, but it's a bit overwhelming. Her trainer shows us how to adjust the mirrors and the seatbelt -- because that's just soooooo high-tech -- and then we're on our way. Honestly, not a bad ride. But we still liked the Toyota better. Before we left we let her trainer think that what we really wanted was something smaller and we test drove one more vehicle before we left because Husband "was tired." Which he was. He had officially been awake for 20 hours at this point.
We go back to Toyota. We wait around for 90 minutes. By now Husband has to go back to work so I have to handle the final wheeling and dealing. I fail at that. I ended up calling him in a mild panic over the extended warranty option. And then, when we had to have Husband sign the final papers, we decide to walk to where he works. It was wet and rainy and that was a really bad idea on my part. Oops. That poor sales guy.
But we are o.b.s.e.s.s.e.d with our new Toyota :)
Husband - 1 v. Car Dealerships - 0
Woo. Hoo.
Husband works third shift. His grand plan was to come home Friday morning from work and we'd be on our way. So we did. We head out to Toyota because we want to test drive that before we make any final decisions at Ford. We already decided it'd be one of those two that would end up in our driveway.
We show up at Toyota -- and I always end up laughing at car dealerships because those salesman are like flies on shit. They just stare at you as soon as you pull in the driveway. I always feel like a piece of meat! Anyways, a nice guy named Jason approaches us asking what we're looking for. We don't mess around and cut right to the chase. Soon enough, we're test driving. Awesome. We're hooked on the V6. Silly salesman had us drive the V6 before the 4 cylinder. Of course we love the V6. We were planning on a V6 in the first place, so he really didn't have to twist our arms.
We love the car. Husband pretends that "we don't need this, that or the other thing, but they would be nice for resale." ::chuckle::
My Husband is awesome at a lot of things. Most days, wheeling and dealing doesn't quite make it to the top five. However, he really proved himself at that round table. He literally laughed at some of the offers brought to the table. It was pretty empowering, and I know he felt that. He really got 'em going and eventually he was chatting with Toyota's General Manager. So that was awesome.
We end up loving the Toyota but have to go to Ford since he knows the guy whose wife works there. And she's training, so we wanted to give her some experience.
The first thing I kind of liked was that no one talked to us for, like, 15 minutes! Nice! We fiddle around window shopping and wait another 10 minutes for the woman we came to see. We tell her what we want to drive. She goes to get it.
She pulls up, Husband takes the reigns. A panel is falling off? And there are 65480419840 buttons up front. I'm sure they are useful, but it's a bit overwhelming. Her trainer shows us how to adjust the mirrors and the seatbelt -- because that's just soooooo high-tech -- and then we're on our way. Honestly, not a bad ride. But we still liked the Toyota better. Before we left we let her trainer think that what we really wanted was something smaller and we test drove one more vehicle before we left because Husband "was tired." Which he was. He had officially been awake for 20 hours at this point.
We go back to Toyota. We wait around for 90 minutes. By now Husband has to go back to work so I have to handle the final wheeling and dealing. I fail at that. I ended up calling him in a mild panic over the extended warranty option. And then, when we had to have Husband sign the final papers, we decide to walk to where he works. It was wet and rainy and that was a really bad idea on my part. Oops. That poor sales guy.
But we are o.b.s.e.s.s.e.d with our new Toyota :)
Husband - 1 v. Car Dealerships - 0
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Stacey v. Kitchen: Zucchini Bread!
I've been told by a few male friends that they would offer their left testicle for the trade-off of a lifetime supply of my chocolate chip cookies. Considering a few of them have yet to produce offspring, I take this as quite the compliment.
I'm not a baker by any stretch of the imagination, yet. Even my chocolate chip cookies took about four or five tries to get them just right. Then we moved, meaning I had to change the temperatures with the acquisition of a new stove. We assumed ownership of an outdated stove from the previous homeowner. He built this house in 1959, I believe, and I have no doubt that this is the stove that was used when the house was built. It was probably the best on the market at that time, and it still works, so I use it. I especially love it because it is retro, and it is HUGE. It has a nice big range and even a "work area", as I like to call it; or it's a cooling space, but not really because the heat from the oven keeps the top warm. Regardless of the empty space's purpose, I love my stove.
We have been trying to garden these past two years in our new house, and as a result of our attempts, we have grown quite a few zucchini. I've made zucchini fries, straight-up fried zucchini, snacked on zucchini, did many-a-things to said zucchini. I recently tried my mother-in-law's zucchini bread recipe and found another useful solution for our zucchini production! Hooray!
I had no plans today other than an eye appointment for this evening and regular house cleaning, so I figured I'd give it a try. Luckily I barely had all ingredients on hand. I used the last drop of vegetable oil and was just a hair short of the 1 cup that I needed. I only found one loaf pan of regular size and needed two. Then I stumbled upon three mini loaf pans that I have no idea where they came from. It looks like my baking pan and loaf pan procreated in their spare time. I figured I would just use those and see what happened.
I proceeded to make the batter. I hand-mixed the batter with my trusty wooden spoon. I love hand-mixing because I tricked myself into believing that those few extra calories I burn using my hand I can keep in reserves for tasting the batter; which is my initial test of recipe success. If the batter is good, I all-out assume that the final product will be excellent. I think that is fair.
I also hand-grated the zucchini. Mother-in-law said she used the food processor, but again, whatever calories I can burn using the "hard way" I can later use making sure the batter is up to par.
Batter was to die for, so into the three mini loaf pans, and then oven, the bread went. Note: I'd like to take this time to thank my younger sister for leaving her PAM Baking Spray in my spice cabinet. I thought today would be the perfect day to bust it out.
Overall, the recipe was quite easy to make, so that means I will make it again in the future. My house smells amazing, too. I think Husband will be very impressed when he wakes up from his slumber. Unfortunately he doesn't really eat baked goods, so I will have to find some volunteers to take my creations.
I'm not a baker by any stretch of the imagination, yet. Even my chocolate chip cookies took about four or five tries to get them just right. Then we moved, meaning I had to change the temperatures with the acquisition of a new stove. We assumed ownership of an outdated stove from the previous homeowner. He built this house in 1959, I believe, and I have no doubt that this is the stove that was used when the house was built. It was probably the best on the market at that time, and it still works, so I use it. I especially love it because it is retro, and it is HUGE. It has a nice big range and even a "work area", as I like to call it; or it's a cooling space, but not really because the heat from the oven keeps the top warm. Regardless of the empty space's purpose, I love my stove.
We have been trying to garden these past two years in our new house, and as a result of our attempts, we have grown quite a few zucchini. I've made zucchini fries, straight-up fried zucchini, snacked on zucchini, did many-a-things to said zucchini. I recently tried my mother-in-law's zucchini bread recipe and found another useful solution for our zucchini production! Hooray!
I had no plans today other than an eye appointment for this evening and regular house cleaning, so I figured I'd give it a try. Luckily I barely had all ingredients on hand. I used the last drop of vegetable oil and was just a hair short of the 1 cup that I needed. I only found one loaf pan of regular size and needed two. Then I stumbled upon three mini loaf pans that I have no idea where they came from. It looks like my baking pan and loaf pan procreated in their spare time. I figured I would just use those and see what happened.
I proceeded to make the batter. I hand-mixed the batter with my trusty wooden spoon. I love hand-mixing because I tricked myself into believing that those few extra calories I burn using my hand I can keep in reserves for tasting the batter; which is my initial test of recipe success. If the batter is good, I all-out assume that the final product will be excellent. I think that is fair.
I also hand-grated the zucchini. Mother-in-law said she used the food processor, but again, whatever calories I can burn using the "hard way" I can later use making sure the batter is up to par.
Batter was to die for, so into the three mini loaf pans, and then oven, the bread went. Note: I'd like to take this time to thank my younger sister for leaving her PAM Baking Spray in my spice cabinet. I thought today would be the perfect day to bust it out.
Overall, the recipe was quite easy to make, so that means I will make it again in the future. My house smells amazing, too. I think Husband will be very impressed when he wakes up from his slumber. Unfortunately he doesn't really eat baked goods, so I will have to find some volunteers to take my creations.
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Stacey: 1 v. Kitchen: 0
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