Bustin' Loose

This may be a sign that my jeans were too tight!

Yeah, that was me Friday at work. The jeans were kind of tight when I put them on, but I figured they would loosen up as the day went on. They loosened up alright.This is how it all played out. I had to take a walk to our other building to pick up some things from the receptionist. So off I go to the other building. I had to walk through a parking lot, (which was full of service men) and into the building where all the executives are, you know, the CEO, CFO of the company, all the bigwigs. I pick up my package from the receptionist and mosey my way back across the packed parking lot to my desk...not a care in the world. As soon as I get to my desk, I get a call from the receptionist, goes a little something like this…

Receptionist: “Um (insert my name here)…..you may want to check the back of your pants”
Me: “The back of my pants????” (feeling the back of my pants)
Me: “OH MY GOSH!”

I had a fairly long shirt on, so I pulled the shirt down to cover my behind. I really didn’t know how bad it was until a few minutes later when Karen and I left for lunch. Of course as soon as I show her, she fell out laughing! I had her take a picture with my phone. I could not believe how bad the tear was when I saw the picture! And who knows how long I had been walking around like that and no one told me. It was lunch time already! Who at my job that morning saw my stripped drawls! Karen could not stop laughing. I was just praying my manager did not see that. How embarrassing! You know the commercials for Southwest, “need to get away?” Yeah, that was me. I got a sweater from Karen that covered my behind and we went back to work. I sent an e-mail to the receptionist thanking her for telling me about my pants and this is what she sent back…

“We debated if you were doing it to be sexy today or you were testing to see who your friends are.
Enjoy your weekend.
One of your friends,”

I couldn’t help but laugh. But wait…that’s not all. So Monday morning I come into work and I have an e-mail from my boss, wanting me to send out a note regarding dress code...

I have noticed that in recent weeks that our Casual Friday attire in some area’s is getting a little too casual; before the weather picks up I just want to ensure that we remind everyone of the requirements for Casual attire. Please take a moment to look at the information below which comes from our Employee Handbook and defines what is and is not acceptable.

CASUAL ATTIRE
Jeans
Sweat shirts
Fleece fabrics
Overalls
Stirrup pants

Athletic shoes

Clogs

INAPPROPRIATE ATTIRE
Shorts and skorts
Crop/Halter tops
Hats
Leggings(tights)
Tank tops
T-shirts
Torn clothing!!! or shoes
Flip flops
Logo Clothing

See what I highlighted in red???? Could this get any worse. I sent out the note and the receptionist almost immediately sends me another e-mail.

"Enquiring Minds want to know, is this because of The Sexy Friday Lady?"

Who knows! I would hope it wasn't because of me but if so, there is nothing I can do about it now....except laugh!

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

side note: as soon as I got home, the pants went in the trash!

Blogging - Fire Hazard!

Yep, my addiction to reading blogs almost set my kitchen on fire. Yeah, I smelled something burning, but thought it was just a little grease on the burner...no big deal.....I can continue to read. Until the smell got really strong.....so I reluctantly got up from my laptop to check on dinner when I noticed a FIRE under my pot! Uh, wasn't there some rule about grease fires? Do you throw water on it or flour? It is flour, right? Whatever the rule, I decided on the water, because the fire was getting bigger, and it was the quickest thing I could grab. So one pot of water later, the fire is out and I am back to reading blogs.

***I seem to have a thing about burning down the house while cooking...see here. Maybe that's a sign that I shouldn't cook anymore. Hmmmm, sounds good to me!

Lost Keys, Breaking&Entering, and Chicken Wings

You're probably wondering what the heck do all these things have in common, well at least the chicken wing part, so let me tell you...

It all started with lost keys. Last night we were at Karen's house for dinner and to play cards. When we got home, Fonzy couldn't find his keys. Fonzy figured he dropped them while he was wrestling with TJ, so we called Karen to see if she could find the keys, no luck. Fast forward to today.....

I get home from work and decide to make chicken wings...well, decide Manuel was going to fry up some wings. What's the point of having a 16yr old who likes to cook and not let him cook. So Manuel starts frying the wings when he realizes his baseball game is at 6, instead of 8. When he realized this, it was 5 minutes to six! He throws on his uniform and I take the wings off the stove and go drop him off. Luckily the part is right around the corner, about 5-10 minutes. When I get home I continue to fry up the wings. While fying up the wings Fonzy decides to take Ezekiel and Elijah down to the pool while the food is cooking. Just as he was leaving Manuel called me to pick him up. Now here is where it get's interesting. Fonzy had taken my truck key from me since his keys were lost. He put the key on a key chain which he thought had Manuel's house key on it. I had just put my last batch of wings in the grease when Manuel called, so I figured, I could ran and get Manuel while the chicken cooked. I would only be gone 5 mins. As I was leaving out the house I grabbed Fonzy's truck key, asked him if this was the key to the house and he said yeah. So we all head out, the boys and Fonzy to the pool and me to get Manuel. When I get home, and turn the key in the lock...oh wait, the key does not turn, because it is NOT the house key! We are locked out of the house and there is chicken cooking on the stove! On high mind you! Here is where the breaking and entering comes in. Manuel claims he can get the door open with a credit card. All I'm thinking about is the chicken is cooking on high and I am about to burn our apartment down along with everyone elses. So while Manuel is trying to break in, I drive down to the pool cuz Fonzy has the cell phone to call the apartment complex. I call and tell them I am locked out and I have grease frying on the stove. I need maintenance here NOW! I speed off back to my apartment and pray I don't see smoke or hear my fire alarm going off. When I get there Manuel is still trying to break in. I panic for a while, waiting for maintenance when Manuel all of a sudden opens the door with a big smile on his face. "See mom, I told you I could break in!" Uh...is that a good thing or a bad thing? I run in and thought for sure my chicken was burnt and a fire was going to start any minute, but guess what...my chicken was done...nice, crispy and golden brown!

Morale of this story...never leave your chicken cooking on the stove, even if you THINK you are only going to be gone 5 minutes!

***edited to add***

the next day, guess where we found Fonzy's keys? In the glove box of the car sitting right in the garage! Are we rock smokers or what!