Raindrops keep falling on my face

Its raining! I am really hoping for a thunder and lightning kind of night. I forgot how much I missed the sound of the rain as it hits the rooftop.

Break

Well my dad managed to drop a case of 12 wine bottles onto our garage cement floor.

And happened to only break 1 bottle.

Oh the joys

What could go wrong did go wrong.

After the customers finally decided to leave the warehouse we began our cleaning responsibilities. I went straight for the trash. I was about 8 registers in when things went sour.I took the trash out and immediately the bottom of the bag rips open. This is daily occurrence. About 5 bottles of water come tumbling out. Who in the right mind doesnt finish their 1 liter bottle of aquafina? To my surpise I discover that the bag is also leaking and all of this orange crap is running down my arm. Not only did someone dump about 5 bottles of water, they also thought it woudl be funny to drop their half dranken can of orange monster. It started dripping. Then it began draining heavily out of the thin torn bag. I was going crazy, while dan was laughing hysterically. Then I realized that the monster found its way through the hole of the counter and decided to waterfall down to the ground. Why me?

Next. I find a case of alpo dogfood underneath the register. I think "who would leave this on the floor and not put it in the go back cart?" I head right on over, bend down and pick the pack up. Oh I now now why no one picked it up. Gross brown dog food, again, begins to run down my arm. My hands are completely covered in this brown crap. I smell like poop! There is dogfood all over the floor. Why must I get into these "sticky" situations? Oh wait...I am being stalked.

Afterwards I go to the theater with Ryan to see Final Destination 3d. I get carded. Apparently I look younger than 18. Come on!

By the way, the final destination was a horrible horrible film. I have to admit that the only character that I liked was the black man. The acting sucked. It was over the top. Too gross. I wish I could have seen the first one in 3d. That would have been awesome.

Just sinking sand. No big!

It happened labor day weekend.

Ryan and I decided to walk to "Baby Island", instead of kayaking to Baby Island. And yes, Baby Island is a dinky little island which is occasionally covered with seal life. We saw no seal life. I bet we would have seen jumping seals if we had kayaked. Lame!



We began our long trek to Baby Island (its about 5 miles).

I thought it would be wise to walk barefoot. That was my first, of many, mistakes, because right as we were walking through my neighbors yard my foot steps directly into a big heaping pile of DOG DUNG! It was honestly a messy and truly stinky situation. That has to be the grossest feeling, to have dog poop between your toes. Come on now...Some dogs need to wear depends at all times. In order to wear down the dung, I began dancing in the grass hoping to release the poopsies. Then I sanded it down and hoped for a miracle.

We finally made it to the beach, which is honestly 50 feet away from my house. Oh how I get into trouble so close to home.

We find a mammoth Jellyfish on the shore. Ryan thinks it is dead...I think its just sleeping. It was a furry little pad of jello just sunbathing in the water. Ryan takes some pictures. I like how he brings his camera and takes hardly any pictures. That must change. It must must must!

All that went down was walking and more walking. I realized that I need my shoes to be on my feet right about now and not hung around my neck. I play the ignore Ryan game. Walking some more. I lose the ignore ryan game.

I thought it would be fun to give Ryan a big ole' hug on the sand (close to the water). As I am hugging him my leg starts to go down down down and gets stuck in the sand. Ryan goes down about half a foot and he jets away from me so fast! He didn't want to get his purdy shoes all wet. Too late for that! I am laying on the sand, with one leg in (about a foot deep). I am laughing uncontrollably. Ryan made an attempt to save me, but the quick sand was still fresh and DEEP. Well I guess you can't blame a guy for trying. I manage to get myself out and my pants are covered in sand patches. There are times like this where I wish I had extra everything.

What will we do now? I guess we must walk in our wet, sandy shoes, in search of a ride. Who honestly wants to walk 5 miles back home in soggy shoes? Not me. Baby Island Beach Club. I pretend to be a member, so we can find our way to Saratoga so my pops can pick us up. We survived!



Remember quick sand is a reality on my beach!

FYI

Have I told you lately that I love yellow roses.

And have I told you that I am a klutz.

And that I will spill the tea that you just poured for me...and I will spill it ALL over the place.

Hot blooded

An unexpected explosion...

For dinner me and my boy decided to make tomato soup - "the right way", whatever that means. We got all the ingredients together(tomato juice, diced tomatoes, and basil) and put them into the pot.

Waited for it to boil...

When it was ready he poured the chunky tomato into the blender. The heavy liquid sat right beneath the lid (about one inch under). (That was the was problem...)

He starts it up...and HOT boiling tomatoes fly out. His hands and arm are burning from the intense tomato heat. My stomach and forearm also got eaten by the boiling liquid. I look around and the kitchen is completely covered in red goop. Oh what a night. His mom thought I screamed from excitement...O no...I screamed because I was freaked out by those crazy red tomatoes!