Mil/Glee!

Hola! For all of you non Spanish speakers, mil is 1,000! 1,000 hits on my blog, how exciting! I haven't "blogged" in awhile, and it's good to be back. I don't know how I haven't written about Glee yet, or my Spanishesque future. I am a total Gleek, and proud of it. I admit, I was skeptical watching a few minutes of the show if I was channel surfing, but now I'm hooked. Ugh if only I could sing like Rachel. I've thought about it, and if you are a good singer/dancer, you could be uber cool in certain situations, such as: weddings, a long car ride, and you would most likely get that golden ticket to Hollywood on American Idol. I'm sure there are more, but as I'm trying to sing a Streisand tune, my thoughts are escaping me. Sometimes I think I sound like the Dixie Chicks if I'm trying really hard, other times, Evanescence, but only for about 3 seconds. I've tried to wow Josh with my vocals, but to no avail. If only Bella could talk, she's heard some real screechers while I'm in the shower, but anyways back to Glee.

I was so obsessed at one point watching the first season, I contacted community college about getting my Spanish minor and becoming a Spanish teacher. (The glee director on the show is a Spanish teacher). I even had my kids call me Mrs. Shuster...okay that's a lie, but the first part is true.

The shows that stick out to me where I was downright obsessed include: Full House, Saved by the Bell, Dawson's Creek, and Salute Your Shorts. Glee is making it's way to number 5 on my list. Are there any other silent Gleeks out there? Gleek is about as annoying of a word as tweeting by the way. :)

Memo and Pepo

I have so many fond memories of my grandparents, Memo and Pepo (said with a long e in case you weren't sure). I still regret in my not so wise high school days, asking if I could call them Grandma and Grandpa instead b/c I was that cool, and Memo and Pepo was so ten years ago. They seriously crack me up, and there is never a dull moment.
They recently bought a burnt orange Kia from some hot car salesman. My grandpa backed into the garage, dented the bumper, and busted the tail light within the first two weeks of purchase. Also, he knocked the siding off the passenger door. My grandma on the other hand, smashed the mirror on the driver's side.
When my grandfather broke his hip a few months ago, my grandma assumed responsibility as the driver, scary scary thing. She did not know how to use the air conditioning in the car, (much less anything else) so I drove to her house at least twice a week to show her what to do. I guess my instruction, and the picture I ended up drawing for her of the a.c. controls, was not helpful because she continued to sweat all summer in the Kia Rio. She had never pumped her own gas before either, so that became my new summer job.

A few highlights of things my grandparents do that make them my favs....
-My grandma brings her own bags/Styrofoam containers when we go out to eat and is insulted when the waitress offers the restaurant's to her...

-My grandpa always has anywhere from $1.50-$2.00 in fuelperks on his Giant Eagle card. What he is buying, and why does he always give his perks to me? :)

-After I had my rhinoplasty (sounds so much better than "nose job") and I walked down the steps from the surgeon's office after having my bandages removed, my grandma said, "Wow, I thought it would be smaller."

-My grandpa buys and gives me random things including: Crocks and coats from Aldi's, peanut butter filled pretzels by the gallon, and his own special stew. This stew equates from finding leftovers in the fridge, including lunchmeat and throwing it in a pot to simmer all day.

-They are the most generous people I have ever met, and I am blessed to have them as my grandparents. :)

Heavy Heart

Whenever I'm really upset I like to write. It is therapeutic in some ways as things don't always come out like you want them to, but when writing you can cross, erase, white things out so they sound just as they should. My heart is heavy and has been now that a dear friend is no longer here to talk to, laugh with, and enjoy their company. There is comfort in the fact that he is in heaven, but I can't send him a text, call him, or know he is just a few states away, which as selfish as it is, sucks. I know that my life was made better because I knew him, and I carry a piece of his story with me. I have memories with him that others don't and vice versa. That's the cool thing about life, relationships, and God. God puts people in your life for a reason, and knowing that where we are right now is our temporary home, and we will see our friends and family again in heaven someday, helps my heavy heart feel just a little bit lighter.

1 Thessalonians 4:13
"And now, dear brothers and sisters, we want you to know what will happen to the believers who have died so you will not grieve like people who have no hope."

Poopoo Plunger

I am almost upto 800 views, hurray hurrah! I'm hoping with this post, I will go flush up to that number! Yah, um..... look for more of these jokes throughout. You also may want to put down anything brown you are eating... just to warn you. So this will be TMI to the max, but hey like the book says, everyone poops. So I have been known to clog a toliet in my day, which has put me into jams de backup... literally.

Exhibit A: I was at a vball player's house in college; her family was nice enough to let the entire volleyball team stay with them. I decided to return the favor by clogging her comode and simulating a waterfall effect all over her bathroom. I told her I'd be real quick as the rest of the team was outside waiting to depart. Her dad was left to clean up the poopoo, and too bad for him, beans was on the menu the night before.

Exhibit B: I was visiting a friend in college, and woke up frantically looking for the bathroom. The girls room was shut off for cleaning (little did the janitor know, the boys room would soon be too), so I had no choice but to run into the boys room. As I was recreating the Dumb and Dumber scene basically, a guy walked in. No I didn't stop going, I couldn't; plus it was kind of funny. As I'm in mid flush, to my horror I watched the lil' terds cascade all over the bathroom floor. All I could muster was, "Sorry," as his jaw hit the floor next to my poo.

Exhibit C: This one has to be good as it earned the title for this post. I was in my room at college, getting ready for track practice. Last thing on my list was to use the bathroom. Well, once again, clogorama. I was panicked because I was about to be late. I called my bf (hubby now) bawling, telling him I didn't have a plunger and he needed to come help me. Flash forward 10 minutes, he is in my bathroom inhaling poop fumes plunging like there was no tomorrow. Success! Now, what to do with the poop laden plunger? It only made sense to take it outside over my balcony and pour water all over it. Little did I know there was a wind storm, so all poop chunks were blown to the balcony below. (Sorry residents of 106 if you are reading this).

Next time you get stuck (or something else for that matter) in a situation like this, remember, everyone poops.

Dognapper

So hopefully by reading my posts, you understand what a dog/animal lover I am. This blog is dedicated to a cocker spaniel pooch I tried to rescue in college. My friends and I were driving along the streets of Beaver Falls, (a scary place to be at times), and we saw this sad little canine on the sidewalk, looking lost and afraid. How depressing! This poor dog couldn't find her way home! (I assume every cocker spaniel is a female due to Lady and the Tramp). I opened my back car door and she jumped right in. My friends and I proceeded to drive around this neighborhood in B.F. looking for people who were looking for their dog. About fifteen minutes later, we ended up in the same place we were, not really sure what to do. I figured the dog might have to pee or something, so I opened my back door. Sure enough she jumped out, but didn't stop at the grass. She started trotting; trotting right up to her house! I dognapped her from right outside her home! I was mortified! Did this family see me take their dog? I was only trying to help! I peeled away from that scene faster than Usain Bolt.