Thursday, November 26, 2009

Parade Lover

My mom flipped on the TV this morning to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I was working in the kitchen when she sat down to watch a little bit of it and sip her morning coffee. Dad of course was at his desk tinkering away and just had to make fun of mom for turning on the parade. He is not the parade person.

However............

Guess who's been at the TV more than anyone else? Dad. For someone who doesn't care for parades he sure has made his way over to the TV quite a bit this morning. You should have seen him when he heard the Broadway Musical "Shrek" come on. He practically jumped out of his desk chair and rushed to the TV to turn up the volume. Mom and I just looked at each other with pure amusement on our faces.

He was dancing and singing to the song and I couldn't even see the TV. He turned around to look at me, flashing me a smile with a look on his face that read, "Aren't you enjoying this?" I fired back with the reply, "I can't even see it. You make a great door Dad." LOL!

He's a nut.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Relapse

I thought my computer was having a relapse from 2 years ago!

I was online when all of a sudden my computer started opening window after window of the same page. The pages were multiplying like rabbits and I couldn't figure out what set it off! I immediately thought of the time I accidentally placed 6 inches of filing on the corner of my keyboard which caused the enter key to continue reopening a window every time I tried to close it. Thinking that was the problem this time I quickly looked down at my keyboard but found no obstructions.

As the pages continued opening up my little finger was clicking away on the mouse as fast as it possibly could. I watched the pages overwhelm my computer screen and all I heard was click-click-click-click-click. I was trying to close them just as fast as they opened but I couldn't keep up, it was a losing battle! Of course during this whole time I was trying not to panic thinking that my computer had just been infested with a virus of some sort. Pahhhhh!

Talk about a malfunction. I wound up pulling the plug.

Where's my help desk? LOL!

Monday, November 23, 2009

Unleavened Bread

As I was making my biscuit dough this evening I noticed that the dough was more........."bubbly" for lack of a better word. I thought it was strange but couldn't figure out what I'd done differently. I mentally ran through the recipe in my head going over every ingredient and noted that I'd put everything in that was needed. I gave up and popped them in the oven.

When I pulled them out of the oven they looked like HOCKEY PUCKS! I used baking powder, not baking soda, so I couldn't figure out why they didn't rise correctly. Right before we prayed for our dinner I heard my mom say that they looked like unleavened bread. HA! Dad began praying and I just about broke through the prayer in a laughing fit as the only thing I could picture were my flat biscuits...........the unleavened bread.

As we began serving up dinner we were all making fun of the biscuits and I couldn't figure out why they turned out the way they did. Mom looked at me with a confused look and started telling me she walked through the kitchen and snuck a piece of dough (apparently when I wasn't looking) and she said normally the baking powder leaves a bitter, metal taste on her tongue but this time it didn't so she insisted that I had to have used baking soda rather than baking powder. BREAKTHROUGH! I burst out laughing when I heard that because it all clicked together and I found it entirely too amusing. We were out of baking powder a few weeks ago so I went to the store. I stood there on the aisle looking at the two kinds---regular baking powder or aluminum free baking powder. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why I'd want to eat aluminum so I purchased the metal free powder and THAT'S what went into my biscuits. Apparently the aluminum makes the difference!

No wonder Dad's always had trouble with too much metal in his blood. LOL!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Where's Waldo

My outfit of choice today consisted of pants and a maroon and pink striped shirt. I'll admit I wasn't too sure about wearing the top to work but the longer I wore it the more I talked myself into it. So there I was putting the last touches on when my dad walked down the hall. The first words out of his mouth were, "Where's Waldo?"

I immediately got a look of doubt on my face and said, "I should change, huh?" I had a feeling I should have left that shirt in the closet. With knitted brows I talked about finding something different to wear and Dad suddenly began to reassure me that it was a good top, a nice shirt, it was fine, it looked good....... Pahhhhh! As if. As time was trickling away I needed to head out the door so I decided to bury the Waldo comment and wear it anyways.

Hopefully Dad made a good call in judgement today by buttering me up despite my sudden doubts about my wardrobe. Just call me Waldo. LOL!

Nine Lives

Here’s a story for you. Short and sweet it is……….

Walked into my sister's office.
Looked out the window.
Saw the black and white cat.
Tapped on the window to get cats attention.
Distracted the cat.
Cat froze.
Cat darted into the road.
Cat did not see the truck coming down the road.
Tapper gasped.
Cat saw the truck!
Cat ran for his life across the road.
Cat made it to the other side.
Phew.
Tapper stared in disbelief.

I think the cat repaid me this morning for nearly killing him on Monday by leaving a cow pattie sized poop by my front window. Nice.

LOL!

Thursday, November 12, 2009

All About the Control

I was amazed once again by the words that came out of my dad's mouth this evening.

I had sauteed some zucchini in the skillet to go along with my dinner and as I sat down to the table I popped a piece in my mouth. I forgot I had just taken it off the stove and was whoo'n and haaa'n over how hot it was. My dad just laughed and gave me a look as though I should have known better. As he walked through the kitchen I watched as he plucked a piece of zucchini out of the skillet and popped it into his mouth. He did his best to act as though it wasn't hot but when I saw his mouth form the O shape I knew he was fighting his own battle with the hot lil slice of deliciousness.

The next words that came out of his mouth were, "You control IT Amanda, don't let IT control you." That was the funniest thing I'd heard all day! LOL!

What a crack-up.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Chompers

Today I headed home for my hour long lunchbreak and I was sitting on the loveseat with my legs crossed while my mom sat across from me on the couch. The little one year old fella she watches was hanging out beside me and I was entertaining him with some tricks that only amaze the youngest of audiences.

The lil fella wound up dropping one of the balls he was holding and as he bent his knees to pick it up his face collided with my foot. Mainly my big toe! His little chompers caught on my toe and I immediately jerked my foot out of the way. He wore a look on his face that said, "What was that?" and all I could do was laugh at the situation. Apparently he took my laughter as incentive to do it again and before I knew it he was coming open mouthed towards my toe AGAIN only this time it was on purpose! He thought it was a game to play.

I let out a yelp of frantic fright as I continued laughing (yes, imagine that) and quickly brought my feet up to the safety of the couch. He didn't give up at that. He came at me again only this time he went for me knee! You can imagine my frenzied fear of his lil chompers coming at me and all I could do was laugh and push myself as far as I could to the back of the couch as I tried to pull my knees up out of his way. I tell you, I was scared for my life but I was laughing so hard no sound was coming out and my eyes were scrunched up into little crinkles.

Mom was a huge help as she remained sitting on the couch laughing at the scene playing out before her eyes. It's okay though, I would've been laughing too had it been someone else in my shoes fearing for their life. HA!

Thankfully I was able to distract him with something else and that was the end of that "game".

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

BA-BOOM!

I was in the break room with my sister today when the bag of chips she had paid for got stuck in the vending machine. They were hanging precariously and I knew that all hope was not lost.

My sister ventured over to the sink and I automatically set to work to free the helpless bag of fat chips. I strategically placed my hands on either side of the vending machine and used the strength I could muster to rock the machine back and forth. All you could hear was ba-boom, ba-boom, BA-BOOM. I was determined to set free the bag of chips. My sister looked at me in what I would like to think was amazement at the great strength I was using in order to free her chips, but who are we kidding. I think my technique shocked her and she was just standing there watching, waiting for me to break the machine. HA!

After a few more BA-BOOM's........sweet victory was mine! As I leaned over to snatch my sisters bag of chips from the tray below all I could think about were the nearby employees that might have heard all the ruckus or at least my loud laughter. I happily handed the chip bag off to my sister and threw an air punch into the air for added effect.

Ahhhh, great times at the office.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Power Wash

Dad came into my room this morning at 7:30 (after I'd just woken up) and told me my car was dirty. The first words out of my mouth were, "Oh no, did somebody trash it last night?" Wasn't the case. He told me it was just filthy and that I should go wash it at the self-serve car wash. He's been bugging to take me there for awhile now so I figured I might as well indulge him.

So we head off to the car wash and Dad shows me the ropes so to speak. He takes charge and rinses the car with the hose and tells me (as I stand on the sidelines) that he'll let me power wash it next. He finally hands me the water nozzle and there was already a spray of water coming out so I started running it down the side of the car. Dad looks at me like I'm a ding-dong and tells me, "Pull the trigger."

WOW! I pulled the trigger and was practically thrown into the brick wall behind me! I was not prepared for the force coming out of that nozzle and had to practically lean forward just to balance myself out as I made my way around the car. That was definitely a two hand job.

Wish you could've seen that one!