TAT / TST: The Chili Cook Off

I was approximately 13 years old; my sister Dawn approximately 10.

My dad was asked to be a judge at a chili cook off.

I don't really remember what it was for, other than we went with my dad and my step-mom.

It was at a local school.

So we're there with tons of other people. I think there were about 10 judges or so.

Everyone else, that wasn't judging, was sitting around round tables eating chili and talking and whatnot.

My sister at that age, wasn't exactly "refined".

She was 10.

Ten year olds do odd things, right?

Yeah.

So, my sister was done with her chili and decided to play around with it.

Being 10, she decided it would be a good idea to hock a lugie in her chili and stir it around. When she was done doing that, she set it aside and went to get a pop.

In the meantime...

My dad got done with his judging duties and came back to our table.

You see where this is going?

He saw Dawn's bowl of chili sitting there and decided that he'd finish it off, like any good father would.

After he'd taken a couple bites, Dawn came back and looked like this {minus the cell phone}:

Then she started cracking up.

Oh my gosh, Daddy! Are you eating my chili?

Yeah, why?

Cuz....uh....I spit in it!

and my dad looked like this:


Yes, people, my dad had indeed eaten my sister's lugie....or so we think...he hadn't eaten the whole bowl yet, but considering she STIRRED it all together...it's very likely.

And no...close to 20 years later, and he has not lived it down.

Oh, and where was I when this was all taking place?

Apparently I was completely oblivious to my dad actually eating Dawn's chili until she came back to the table and saw it for herself....and let us all know what she had done.

Now, if you've got something totally awkward that has happened to you, why don't you hop on over to Tova Darling's and link up. While you're there, take a look at all the other awkward stories. They'll make you feel better about the things that have happened to you.

And / Or

If you've got a Totally True story you want to share, head over to Once Upon a Miracle for True Story Tuesday and link up there.

Not Me! Monday

It's Monday and that means it's time to confess the things that we did NOT do last week. When you're done here, head on over to MckMama's to check out even more!

This week, I did NOT spend as much time at the beach as I could. Shocking. I know.

Also, this week was NOT spent with friends...all from out of town...but if I had spent time with friends, it was not all at different times. One time, I did NOT meet Riika at the mall's play area and chat with her while her little guy ran around crazy with all the other kids.

After that, I did NOT go and meet my friend Missy {that I haven't seen in about 2'ish years} at a little place called Country Village. When the few stores that are left had been browsed, we did NOT head down the street to a Mexican restaurant where the waiter tried to get me to speak Spanish. I was NOT completely confused as to what he was trying to get me to do. His accent was NOT really thick, therefore confusing me even more.

The next day I did NOT meet Colleen at a beach that I grew up going to, but had not been to in a very long time. We did NOT let our dogs run to their hearts content while we braved the wind.

While eating a popsicle, I did NOT stab myself in the back of the throat with the stick when the popsicle got stuck. Ow!

I was on the computer one evening and Kyle did NOT go and start the dishes. If he had, I would NOT be beyond shocked since that NEVER, EVER, EVER happens. Again, if he had done that, he may not have completely finished them, but he did give them a great start...even if I did have to completely rearrange them in the dishwasher. That is, if he had actually done the dishes.

My new favorite snack is NOT frozen blueberries. If they were, I would NOT eat so many that I'm thinking I may turn into Violet from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I can NOT eat an entire large container of blueberries in one sitting if I don't control myself.

I am NOT wearing the same toenail polish that I got put on at the beginning of May, for my sister-in-law's wedding. Nope, I'm much more sophisticated than that and I most definitely would never want anyone seeing my toenails looking so gross and ragged. Nope, not me!

What have you NOT done this week?

Praise & Worship Sunday: Grace Like Rain

Grace Like Rain
Todd Agnew

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see so clearly

Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me
Hallelujah, all my stains are washed away, they're washed away

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed

Chorus

When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We've no less days to sing Your praise
Than when we first begun

Chorus

Chorus

hallelujah hallelujah hallelujuah

hallelujah all my stains are washed away, there washed away.

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The image that this song gives is just beautiful to me...

Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me
Hallelujah, all my stains are washed away, they're washed away

To know that no matter what we do, our sins will always be forgiven and just washed away by The One that loves us so much.

Join Brittany at Sweet Nothings for more Praise & Worship Sundays.

Week-End Wordle / Six Word Saturday

To create your own Wordle, go here. And then download MWSnap to save the image. Easy peasy!

Join in on the Week-End Wordle with Shannon at Last Shreds of Sanity. Link up and see what everyone else is coming up with.

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Six Word Saturday:

Want to read more diary entries?
Previous diary entries.

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Dog & Cat Diaries

The Dog's Diary

8:00 am Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat's Diary:

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously stupid.

The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe ... for now.

Aloha Friday

It's Aloha Friday over at An Island Life!

Answer my question and make sure you post one on your blog!

After that, go relax because today is Friday!!

Question for you this week is:

What was your favorite tv show growing up?

My answer:

Punky Brewster was awesome!
Full House was also one of the many. I still watch it sometimes, too.

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Rest in peace
Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett & Michael Jackson

Cramps Can Go To Hell!

I'm about to get personal here so if you're squeamish, you may not like this post.

So, let's talk about periods for a few minutes.

It sucks to be a woman sometimes. And when "Aunt Flo" decides to come around, that is definitely at the top of my list.

Do you remember your first period?

Oh boy, do I!

I was 12 and in 6th grade.

I was at school when I started.

A small, private school where a bunch of my classmates and / or schoolmates were my step relatives, since my mom had just gotten married the previous May.

My step-aunt, who I don't really consider "step" because I actually like her {lol}, was the school secretary. But did I go to her when all of a sudden my uterus started to fall out?

Nope.

I went into the bathroom and stuffed a bunch of toilet paper into my underwear. Fun times.

When I got home, I called my mom and told her that I needed her to get me pads because I had started my period at school. Oh, and by the way, I wanted to start wearing deodorant...the orange kind of Teen Spirit {remember that?}....and I wanted to start shaving my legs, too. Yup, I became a full-fledged woman all at once! Haha!

My mom wasn't sure about me shaving me legs just yet, but I was pretty insistent about it. She wanted me to wait till she got home. I didn't want to. I went into her bathroom and started shaving right away. She had told me to use baby oil {um, no! That *sucks* for shaving your legs!} and to not shave my upper thighs because if I started I would have to for the rest of my life {yup, but would I rather have hairy thighs? I think not!}.

Anyway, back to periods.

My very first period lasted for 10 whole days. Suckage!

My second period? Yup, I sure remember THAT one too!

I was at my best friends house. We had been connected at the hip since 3rd grade.

When I started at her house, I was rolling on the floor in severe pain and puking my guts out. If I remember correctly, her mom wasn't home at the time and because I was oh so entertaining, Colleen decided to go down to the neighbors house while I writhed in pain. I remember her phone was ringing and ringing and ringing and I just laid there on the living room floor feeling like I was about to die, listening to it.

Now, I do not remember every period I've ever had {Thank God!}, but they were all pretty bad.

In high school, I'd be in class and start getting cramps. My body does not deal well with pain and so I'd be sitting there, unable to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, and I would begin to get cold sweats. Many times, I thought I was going to pass out.

I had one teacher, Mr. Openshaw, and if you mentioned needing to go to the bathroom because of "woman issues", he wouldn't look at you for a week. Haha! I had to do that to him a few times.

Many times, my cramps were so bad that I had to call my mom to come and get me {before I had my license}. They have always been horrible for / to me!

A few months ago, they were so bad that I woke up in the middle of the night and was laying on the bathroom floor for a LONG time. I was in so much pain that I woke Kyle up with my moaning and groaning. He tried to come and help me but there wasn't much he could do. I ended up puking into a towel on the floor because I couldn't sit up to lean over the toilet. Awful!!

When I was doing acupuncture, my acupuncturist wanted me to manage my cramps without meds, so she could figure out the best way to help me with the acupuncture. It is at these times, when my cramps are so dibilitating, that I'm glad I'm no longer doing acupuncture. I like my meds!

Yesterday morning I woke up with cramps, once again, but thankfully I was able to get some meds into my system before they got too bad. While I was waiting for the meds to take effect, I used a heating pad. Thank God for heating pads! They are the best invention ever!

Have you had experiences with cramps like me? I doubt I'm a special case.

Anyway, cramps can go to hell! I hate them and would be thankful if I never had to deal with them ever again! {except for the whole TTC thing...sort of need a period to get pregnant...but if I could still have my period {an inconvenience} without the cramps, I'd be fine.}

Wordless Wednesday: The Bigger, The Better

Not Me! Monday

It's Monday and that means it's time to confess the things that we did NOT do last week. When you're done here, head on over to MckMama's to check out even more!

One day this week, I was NOT at Target with my best friend and her son. She was NOT getting him a hot dog at the cafe area. We did NOT wait in line, with only two people ahead of us, for more than 20 minutes. After we ordered, we did NOT proceed to wait for at least another 10 minutes for the single, kids hot dog that had been ordered. We did NOT tell the THREE ladies repeatedly that we did not receive a number at the register and all we were waiting for was ONE stinkin hot dog. We were NOT more than patient and then both getting equally irritated at the lack of response. I did NOT turn to Riika and ask "How many ladies does it take to get one kids hot dog?" And she did NOT respond "Three!" I did NOT then say, "Well, obviously not even that because apparently they are not capable of getting it for us!" This was all after everyone else around us had gotten their orders of multiple food items. Ugh, beyond pathetic!

After I fell asleep on the couch one night, I did NOT wake up to Milo puking right next to the stairs (thankfully not on the carpet this time). I did NOT decide to just cover it with a papertowel and deal with it in the morning. Nope, I would never leave puke just sitting there over night. Never.

I did NOT make blueberry pancakes for Kyle and me yesterday morning. The blueberries I had were NOT frozen. When I was grabbing them out of the bag they were in, my hands did NOT get damp from the ice on them and I did NOT subconsciously wipe my hand on my fleece, animal hair covered pants, and then grab more blueberries. I did not realize what I had done until I looked in the bowl of pancake mix and saw a bunch of hair and wonder where it came from then look at my hand and see some hairs stuck to it. I did NOT then proceed to pick out as many of the hairs as I could but then give up and continue to make the pancakes anyway. And I most definitely did NOT reveal to Kyle what I had done for fear that Mr. Picky wouldn't eat the darn things! Nope, I would NEVER do something like that!

While at the gym one day this week, Mr. Creepy was not pacing back and forth behind me while I was on the elliptical. I did NOT catch his eye on purpose and give him the stink-eye to let him know that I knew what he was doing. Right after that, he did NOT go up to another lady that is there on a regular basis. No idea what he said to her but he was so NOT looking her in the face and I could tell she knew exactly what he was doing so she got out of there as quickly as possible (she was on her way out anyway). Creep!

What have you NOT done this week?

Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to all the dad's out there.

And Happy Father's Day to the best Daddy in the world, mine.

We got this picture put on a t-shirt for my dad since he likes those. My sister thought it would be funny to put "Sandra Bullock {me}, George Clooney {dad} & Catherine Zeta Jones {Dawn}" as the description. We'll see if he thinks it's as funny as she does. lol

Praise & Worship Sunday: Free To Be Me

Francesca Battistelli
Free To Be Me

At twenty years of age I'm still looking for a dream
A war's already waged for my destiny
But You've already won the battle
And You've got great plans for me
Though I can’t always see

(Chorus)
‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me

When I was just a girl I thought I had it figured out
My life would turn out right, and I'd make it here somehow
But things don't always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt

(Chorus)

And you’re free to be you

Sometimes I believe that I can do anything
Yet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring
But You look at my heart and You tell me
That I've got all You seek
And it’s easy to believe
Even though

(Chorus)

I know I just did one of Francesca's songs last week, but I thought that this was a fun, upbeat song with a great message so I wanted to do another of hers this week.

I watched another video that was her live, and she said that this song came from her backing into a car. Oops.

We can strive for perfection but we'll never succeed in getting there. But we're still worth something and that's what matters.

Join Brittany at Sweet Nothings for more Praise & Worship Sundays.

Week-End Wordle / Six Word Saturday

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Join in on the Week-End Wordle with Shannon at Last Shreds of Sanity. Link up and see what everyone else is coming up with.

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Six Word Saturday:

Friends husband turns 40 today. PAR-TAY!!

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A man asked his wife, "What would you most like for your birthday?" She said, "I'd love to be ten again." On the morning of her birthday, he got her up bright and early and they went to a theme park. He put her on every ride in the park - the Death Slide, The Screaming Loop, the Wall of Fear. She had a go on every ride there was. She staggered out of the theme park five hours later, her head reeling and her stomach turning. Then the were off to a movie theater where they ate popcorn and sweets and drank Cola. At last she staggered home with her husband and collapsed into bed.

Her husband leaned over and asked, "Well, dear, what was it like being ten again?" One eye opened and she groaned, "Actually, honey, I meant dress size!"

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A lady is throwing a party for her granddaughter, and had gone all out..... a caterer, band, and a hired clown. Just before the party started, two bums showed up looking for a handout. Feeling sorry for the bums, the woman told them that she would give them a meal if they will help chop some wood for her out back. Gratefully, they headed to the rear of the house.

The guests arrived, and all was going well with the children having a wonderful time. But the clown hadn't shown up. After a half and hour, the clown finally called to report that he was stuck in traffic, and would probably not make the party at all.

The woman was very disappointed and unsuccessfully tried to entertain the children herself. She happened to look out the window and saw one of the bums doing cartwheels across the lawn. She watched in awe as he swung from tree branches, did mid-air flips, and leaped high in the air.

She spoke to the other bum and said, "What your friend is doing is absolutely marvelous. I have never seen such a thing. Do you think your friend would consider repeating this performance for the children at the party? I would pay him $50!"

The other bum says, "Well, I dunno. Let me ask him. 'HEY WILLIE! FOR $50, WOULD YOU CHOP OFF ANOTHER TOE?"

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You know what they say about life beginning at 40?
Well, they’re lying!

I’ll be 40 soon, and I was going to title my party- “Nearer to Death than Birth”!
It’s got a nice ring to it ,don’t you think ?

Save all hairs that come loose when you brush your hair – one day medical science may develop a means of replanting them.

Look twenty years younger in an instant – borrow a baby and train it to call you ‘mummy’.

Buy a computer, digital camera and a MP3 player. Although you’re incapable of understanding how to use them at least you’ll appear trendy.

Take the strain off your tired out memory by labeling all household objects – bed, fridge, television etc.

Should you ever get the urge to go ‘all night clubbing’ apply the simple rule – forget it!!

Never attempt bending down, except under strict medical supervision.

Develop the power of a photographic memory – take photographs of everyone you need to remember.

Use your ailing health to blackmail your children into doing all your gardening and housework.

Keep a diary – it will be a great source of comfort and a handy reminder of what you did yesterday.

Avoid the company of young people they are a sad reminder of your long lost youth.

Cultivate friendships with people much older than yourself. This will make you feel so much younger.

Finding your false teeth can be difficult when you mislay your spectacles. Always keep these vital items attached to you by pieces of string.

This last one found here.

Aloha Friday

It's Aloha Friday over at An Island Life!

Answer my question and make sure you post one on your blog!

After that, go relax because today is Friday!!

Question for you this week is:

If / when you have a day to yourself, what do you like to do, most often?

My answer:

Either sit and read a book, blog or get out to the beach.

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Little Johnny at the Library

Little Johnny asked and received help from a librarian on how to use the card catalog. In a little while, he approached the librarian again, wanting to know how to spell “tequila”.

“T-e-q-u-i-l-a,” spelled the librarian, and Little Johnny thanked her and went
back to his search.

A short time later he came to the desk, looking quite distraught. “I just can’t find it,” he said.

“What book are you looking for?” the librarian asked.

Replied Little Johnny, “Tequila Mockingbird.”

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Reference Queries
Actual reference queries reported by American and Canadian library reference desk workers of various levels.

"Do you have books here?"

"Do you have a list of all the books written in the English language?"

"Do you have a list of all the books I've ever read?"

"I'm looking for Robert James Waller's book, 'Waltzing through Grand Rapids.'" (Actual title wanted: "Slow Waltz in Cedar Bend.")

"Do you have that book by Rushdie: 'Satanic Nurses'?" (Actual title: "Satanic Verses")

"Where is the reference desk?" This was asked of a person sitting at a desk who had, hanging above her head, a sign saying "REFERENCE DESK"!

"I was here about three weeks ago looking at a cookbook that cost $39.95. Do you know which one it is?"

"Which outlets in the library are appropriate for my hair dryer?"

"Can you tell me why so many famous Civil War battles were fought on National Park sites?"

"Do you have any books with photographs of dinosaurs?"

"I need a color photograph of George Washington [Christopher Columbus, King Arthur, Moses, Socrates, etc.]"

"I need a photocopy of Booker T. Washington's birth certificate."

"I need to find out Ibid's first name for my bibliography."

"Why don't you have any books by Ibid? He's written a lot of important stuff."

"I'm looking for information on carpal tunnel syndrome. I think I'm having trouble with it in my neck."

"Is the basement upstairs?" (Asked at First Floor Reference Desk)

"I am looking for a list of laws that I can break that would send me back to jail for a couple of months."

Wordful Wednesday: Zoo With The Monkey's

The Monkey's being my adorable nephews! ;0)

Last Friday, I went to the zoo with my sister and the boys. They go to the zoo more than anyone I know! Sometimes twice a week. Crazy. But they have fun and since they have an annual membership, it's free. So I tagged along for the ride. They were in better moods this time...the last time was a crank-fest. lol

Um, I just realized what is showing in this picture...I don't want to go find another one though, so uhhh...ignore it? LOL

Evan yells at the top of his lungs: "BOOBIES!! JUST LIKE YOU, MOMMY!!!" Dawn: Mortified. (And this is a mama & baby if you couldn't tell)

The little stinkers never look at the camera when they're supposed to, but there's not many pictures of them and me, so this'll have to do for now.

Already asleep before we got to the car...(and yes, I realize his middle buckle isn't where it's supposed to be...oops...it normally is...promise).

Three minutes after getting in the car.

TAT / TST: Mean Girls

The second half of fourth grade, I started going to this small private school. The picture above is our class photo from that year. I had a crush on the boy in the front, second from the left. Nathan Daves. His twin is Lindsey who is the blonde girl in the red vest in the back row. Kyle's on one side of Lindsey, I'm on the other side. None of that identification has anything to do with this story, just thought I'd throw it in there.

So, sometime during the first couple of months I was there, Adam Richardson apparently came to have a crush on me. He's the boy in the yellow polo in the front row.

He was one of those boys that was kind of dorky and he did things in class to be disruptive at times. He was friends with the boys, but all the girls thought he was gross and annoying.

One day at recess I was talking to Jenny (third from the left in the middle row). Adam came up to me and asked me if he could tell me something. I was a snotty girl so I just said, I guess, with attitude, and walked away from Jenny, with him.

Adam says to me something like this:

I want to tell you something but you have to PROMISE not to tell ANYONE.

OK.

I like you. I think you're cute.

Um. Ok.

Then I walked back to Jenny, made sure Adam wasn't around, and said:

Oh. my. gosh! Adam just told me he LIKES me!! UGH!!!

And then like the little fourth grade girls we were, we ran around screaming.

Some how Adam found out I had told Jenny (and I think I probably told anyone that would listen after that, too).

After recess our teacher decided that because she had found out about the incident that she was going to get to the bottom of it, in front of the entire class.

So she says to me:

Megan, I hear that Adam told you that he likes you and you went and told a bunch of people. Did you tell everyone because you were trying to be mean or because you were flattered?

Mumbling... because I was flattered...???

I think I was so embarrassed that I totally forgot what happened after that. Nothing really happened, I know that, but I think there was probably discussion about hurting others feelings and stuff like that.

Ohhh, to be 10 again. LOL

Now, if you've got something totally awkward that has happened to you, why don't you hop on over to Tova Darling's and link up. While you're there, take a look at all the other awkward stories. They'll make you feel better about the things that have happened to you.

And / Or

If you've got a Totally True story you want to share, head over to Once Upon a Miracle for True Story Tuesday and link up there.

Not Me! Monday

It's Monday and that means it's time to confess the things that we did NOT do last week. When you're done here, head on over to MckMama's to check out even more!

The past couple of weeks I have NOT fallen totally and completely behind on my blog hopping. I do NOT feel badly about that and wish there were more hours in the day so I could go out and play and spend my days at the computer visiting each and every one of you...and responding to the 2000 (not joking) emails in my inbox. THAT is NOT making me completely insane! Ahhh!!!

This week I did NOT go and interview for a job on Monday. I did NOT then get called back to have another interview on Thursday. I did NOT think they totally loved me and were going to offer me the job. I was NOT then at the zoo with my sister on Friday when the girl called me for my information so she could do a background check on me (since it was working with the government). Later that afternoon, I did NOT get a call saying they had chosen to go with someone else. It did NOT bum me out more than I thought it would. Now I am NOT left with the decision to see about seriously going back to school or continuing to send my resume out with the hope of getting a job eventually (I mean, I have to do that for the unemployment, but if I'm in school, I don't).

I was NOT at the gym this week, on the elliptical, when one of the trainers that looks like Malibu Barbie, changed out of her gym clothes and into a mini-skirt and baby doll style tank top (not in front of everyone, obviously). There was NOT a creepy guy on the equipment right near the front desk that kept checking her out and he was so far from subtle about it. The gym manager and front desk girl were not telling the trainer that she was being checked out...I had my ipod on, but I could tell what was happening...the trainer was NOT turning five shades of red and trying to ignore the creepy guy. When I was done on the elliptical, I did NOT head over to the area of the gym where all the meat heads hang out. There is one thing I do over there and it has me bending over. This creepy guy did NOT come and stand behind me on another piece of equipment towards the end of my rep and not-so-subtley check out my ass, too. I did NOT get out of there as quickly as possible. UGH!! Seriously, if you're going to check out girls, don't be so damn obvious about it! Sheesh!

I did NOT spend yesterday watching the re-runs of last weeks I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here. I certainly have better ways to spend my time, but I just had to. I could not look away.

I have NOT avoided doing any chores this week. My kitchen looks as though a tornado went through it...but I did do a load of dishes last night...and because I have NOT been getting caught up on laundry, I do NOT have a mini-mountain of clothes to fold. I am NOT planning on tackling that today so it doesn't become Mount Carlson again.

I am NOT SO over stupid little yappy dogs in my neighborhood! If I have to listen to them any longer, I may NOT end up doing something to them. Yesterday when I walked out in my backyard with Chewy, the main yappy dog did NOT rush to the fence and start yapping his fool head off and I did NOT yell SHUT. UP!!! at it, refraining from using any swear words like I wanted to. This stupid dog does NOT yap it's head off all. hours. of. the. day. AND. night. I am NOT about ready to pull my hair out and crawl out of my skin! {and they're all doing it right now which sparked this little rant! ;0P }

I am NOT planning on taking Chewy to the beach...AGAIN...today. We have NOT been spending all of our free time there, while I should be looking for a job...or cleaning.

What have you NOT done this week?