The crap (that is no longer) outside my neighbor's door.

I are smrt

2007-06-25T22:04:00.000-05:00

I recently enjoyed an evening on the roof BBQing with friends and thought it would be fun to try Jiffy Pop on the grill.

Now, keep in mind that I have never made Jiffy Pop and never witnessed it being made as my parents owned an old fashioned stove-top popcorn maker and then moved to an air popper......so Jiffy Pop is new to me.

I looked at the package carefully for instructions because, after all, even easy-to-use products have instructions (wash, rinse, repeat). Not finding any instructions I figured that it must be as simple as to place the pan on some heat and wait. After several minutes of gently moving the pan of kernels over the heat I finally heard a few kernels pop....but then they stopped. Nothing seemed to be happening.

I couldn't figure it out.....after all it was "jiffy" pop but at least half of an hour had passed and the top hadn't even begun to "poof" out like you see on TV.

We all gathered around the Jiffy Pop......after a thorough inspection someone said, "I think you have to take the cardboard thing off the top."

It was only then that I noticed:

It says, "To Open gently pull here."

Crap.

Moral of the story - even with four "smart" people, with almost 20 years of higher education between them, sometimes it is harder than it looks.

Perhaps out of spite, I did eat the 15 kernels I worked so hard to get.

Don't worry - I bought another pan of Jiffy Pop - I think I can make it work this time!

Crap!

2007-03-04T22:11:00.000-06:00

Just when I've forgotten how much I miss my old crap-leaving neighbors, someone leaves some crap by their door and all of my old feelings come rushing back. Ahh....crap...

Happy Valentine's Day

2007-03-04T22:07:00.000-06:00

Roses from Terry!

Mary's Place

2007-03-04T22:01:00.000-06:00

Recently had the pleasure of spending an evening at Mary's Place. If you are familiar with the bar, then you know how awesome it is! I'm sorry that I didn't get a photo of the woman with the light-up high heel shoes. I did, however, get a photo of this guy, who was one hot dancer:

We had a great time and, as you can tell by this pic, Terry was really into the music:

We can't wait to go back!

O Canada

2007-01-22T21:14:00.000-06:00

Went to Toronto with Terry last weekend. We saw the Maple Leafs play the Vancouver Canucks on Saturday - my first NHL game....and then we saw the Dallas Mavricks take on the Toronto Raptors on Sunday - my first NBA game! We even managed to fit in a trip to the CN Tower and the Hockey Hall of Fame. Needless to say, a good time was had by all.

See My Albumn

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!

2006-12-29T00:14:00.000-06:00

Awkward

2006-11-22T22:04:00.000-06:00

Went to the Creighton vs. UNL Basketball game the other night (fab game in case you missed it) and the guy next to Terry un-latches his belt, I guess in an effort to either loosen or tighten it....an action to which Terry responded with, "That isn't something you want to see."

Precisely.

Tip - if you belt is too tight or too lose, please find a discrete way to adjust it.

Sims

2006-11-22T21:52:00.000-06:00

As I finally sit on Thanksgiving eve, pumpkin pie cooling in the kitchen, broccoli salad ready to be eaten, I decide to play Sims Bustin' Out (yes I'm fully aware I'm about 10 years behind on catching the Sims bus).......after playing the game for an hour or so I truly can't decide if I love or hate the game.

I love it because not only do I get to be in total control of someone (which, let's face it, is my big dream), I get to be in total control of a dumb, white-trash chick hand model. I love it because it makes me realize that life could be worse.....my name could actually be Wendy, I could trot around town in a halter top on a scooter and I could be living with a jobless, idiot of a roommate named Mimi.

I hate it because instead of living a life - I'm watching a life being lived. I hate it because for some stupid reason it takes Wendy two hours to take a bath and get dressed. I hate it because I lose complete track of time when playing - when on the game it has been three days.....I feel like I've been playing for 30 minutes…..yet somehow close to two hours has passed....

I both love and hate it because I have found that I am fully capable of playing it with no effort lying on the couch after a few glasses of wine.

I can see why people become addicted to this game.......but, I think in the end, I will choose to actually go visit friends, go shopping and show up for my job instead of living vicariously through "Wendy" - after all I'm in control.

Big Toys

2006-11-19T22:11:00.000-06:00

The street outside of my house was closed for 24 hours so they could set-up this huge-ass crane....they were doing something to the Nelnet building. I think it took them longer to disassemble the crane than anything they did to the building.

A Little Creepy

2006-11-19T22:05:00.000-06:00

Nothing like a photo of Jason A. and Kevin B. starring at you in the bathroom. Ruby Tuesday's is awesome!

Classy

2006-11-19T22:01:00.000-06:00

Went to CA again....somehow got the handicapped room, hence the fancy toilet.

Weird Crap

2006-11-19T21:59:00.000-06:00

This was outside of the "trash room" door. I'm not sure if those are pickles or not....but I didn't want to get close enough to find out.

Entertainment

2006-10-29T22:10:00.000-06:00

I'm guessing that the punks who shot out my car window thought it would be an entertaining event. I know I was entertained vacuuming glass out of my car at 1:00 am.....it was an absolute ball to attempt to drive with a trash bag for a window only to have the wind take it as its victim....and I could hardly contain my bounding thrill and enjoyment as I drove to Lincoln with no window, never mind the freezing point wind chill.

Good times.

Franky is Ready for Winter!

2006-10-29T22:08:00.000-06:00

I See Crap!

2006-10-29T22:03:00.000-06:00

Shoes, shoes, shoes and shoes.....oh, yeah...and peace. What a great crap day!

The Search is Over...

2006-09-20T21:55:00.000-05:00

I've found Franky's Halloween costume....he can't wait to go trick-or-treating!

It was a Crapful Day!

2006-09-20T21:51:00.000-05:00

The other day I came home to not one neighbor, but two neighbors with crap outside their door! I about cried.

The crap: a dishwasher and a brick.

While the dishwasher was gone in a couple of days, the brick remains....I think it might be permanent crap!

Working with Creative Types

2006-07-26T23:04:00.000-05:00

Knowing my love for Office Space, my co-workers left this for me to find in my office on my birthday.

Happy Birthday to Me, from Me.

2006-07-26T22:52:00.000-05:00

After convincing others to purchase a Dyson, because as we all know - it is the vacuum that doesn't lose suction, I finally bought one for me. When it arrived, I, of course, vacuumed. It had been five days since vacuuming with my Dirt Devil and this is the result:

Needless to say....I'm happy with my purchase. :)

How Thoughtful...

2006-07-26T21:58:00.000-05:00

Orchids for my birthday!

Wedding Entertainment

2006-07-26T21:37:00.000-05:00

Went to wedding recently where they used stones and flowers as decorations on the tables. Obviously, they put them there so Terry and I could be entertained.

Damn You VH-1....

2006-06-28T23:43:00.000-05:00

for sucking me into watching two hours of the worst songs ever...i try to move, i want to go to bed...but i just can't....just ten more to go.....damn you and all count-down shows to hell!

It's a Crap Day - Hooray!

2006-06-26T21:13:00.000-05:00

Praise the Lord there's crap!

As you know, my old crap-leaving neighbors moved last summer. The good news, however, is that they set a precedent for leaving crap......so sometimes, on real lucky days, my other neighbors will leave some crap outside their door! It is never left for long, and rarely exciting....but I'll take what I can get.

Get Out and Drive!

2006-05-27T11:54:00.000-05:00

Have a great Memorial Day!

Is he Dead?

2006-05-15T19:19:00.000-05:00

No.....he's just hoping someone will feel sorry for him and pay him some attention.