My Awesome Date

Nothing sweeps a girl off her feet more than a wonderful date. On Saturday night, my guy took me to Wing Stop. Not just any Wing Stop, one of the most ghetto Wing Stops in Htown. We ordered the "Two Can Dine" meal which included 15 lemon pepper wings, 5 Parmesan wings, a basket of fries, and 2 drinks. [Note: We both wanted to watch the Tech vs. UT game and I was craving some wings]. So while we dined, we watched UT make a come back against Tech.

As I mentioned earlier, we didn't feel too safe in this area of Htown, so we decided to speed on home to catch the last 5 minutes of the game. We listed to it on AM radio and made it home to catch the last 5 minutes. We run into the house only for him to remember the game was on Cable TV, which I don't have. And here is how the rest of my date went:

He: Quick... let's head back into the car.
Me: Naw, I've got a stereo upstairs.
[We run upstairs and I try to find the right dial]
Me: No luck.
He: Alright, to the car.
[We scurry back to my garage and into the car. We get into the car and simultaneously recline our seats].
Me: It would be more romantic if we backed the car into the driveway and rolled the sun roof back.
He: Naw, it's okay. Games almost over.

-End Date-

Tinkerbell

Which Disney player are you? I took this quiz and it turns out I am Tinkerbell.

Happy Boss' Day

In case you didn't know, today was "Boss' Day." Well, in the afternoon (admist all the rain and flooding) one of the assistants got my manager a card. She technically works directly for him as the rest of us do, so we all signed the card. After about 30 minutes, my assistant comes to my office and says, "Let's go to John's office to celebrate Boss' Day." [John is my manager]. Unbeknownst to me, I GOT A CARD TOO! My assistant gives me a card and gift and wishes me a Happy Boss Day.

I flip and squeal, "I GET ONE TOO?!?!?" She smiled and nodded. MY FIRST BOSS'S DAY. How about them apples?!!?

House Warming

I got an invite to my first house warming party from a co-worker. I was pretty surprised that I was even invited. My interaction with this fella has mostly been geared towards: IT related issues. Most noteably, asking him to fix my crackberry and requesting longer cable cords so I could re-arrange my office.

The email ending like this, ".... see yall there, kewl?" I haven't seen someone type cool like that in a long time.

Too bad I couldn't make it.

I present to you... Mr. and Mrs. Tony Lai

Congratulations to one of my dearest and sweetest. I love you both and am expecting an invitation to invade your house.

P.S. Thanks for the hugs :D

Tweeze Me

These are the best tweezers ever. You'll never guess who introduced me to them. Check it out:
Tweeze Me

Peyton Manning Not Clutch... Come Again?

I had an interesting conversation this past weekend. It went something like this:

Me: I love Peyton Manning.
Person: I don't.
Me: (with a shocked look) What? How could you not like Manning?
Person: He's ugly. Have you seen that Gatorade commercial? He's just not marketable.
Me: OMG, I LOVE THAT COMMERCIAL (The one where he's bursting out of a football and drinks Gatorade Rain).
Person: He's just not clutch.
Me: (Speechless and in utter shock). What? NOT CLUTCH? (Still grasping for words). How can you say that?

Thinking in my head: I'll give you that he's not the cutest guy. I'll even give you not marketable, although I completely disagree because I love the Sprint commercial he's in, and I'll even be okay with not liking Manning because he's ugly. Reason being, I originally became a fan of the Eagles when they changed their uniforms to the darker green.

Me: Okay, not clutch? Did you miss the last two games when he was nothing but clutch?
Person: But he hasn't won the superbowl. Just not clutch.
Me: Seriously? Are we debating on Peyton Manning's ability as a QB? (Thinking to self: With 2 seconds left on the clock, my team down, and we have to go 100 yards, I want P. Manning on my team. I wouldn't sweat it b/c I know he would get the ball where it needs to be to win the game. Side: That was a drastic exaggeration in my head, but you get the point).

The conversation ends with me still baffled and speechless. How can you say he's not clutch?

Using another illustration to show how flabbergasted I am that someone could say Manning's not clutch and just b/c he hasn't won a superbowl, he's no good: It's sorta like basketball. I'm not a fan of the Mailman, but he's good. I wouldn't mind having him on my team. He's not pretty at all, and I would say, not marketable, but he along with Stockton, who I think is good have not won an NBA championship. Does that mean they're not clutch? Maybe. I don't remember, but that doesn't make them crap. What about all those young guns who I would say don't contribute all to much and only won an NBA ring b/c they rode the coat tails of let's say Shack and Kobe? I'm thinking of Devean George.

I'm still in utter shock.

Flattered

Today I wore one of my favorite dresses to church. It's a cream-colored halter with blue-colored large flowers. That description doesn't do it much justice, but I bought it from Ann Taylor and it definitely makes me feel like a lady.

Well, as I was leaving church, this older gentleman said, "Excuse me," so I turned around.
Man: It's nice to see young woman dressing like a lady.
Me: Why thank you. [Thinking to myself, "Um... is this man hitting on me? Couldn't be"].
Man: Are you going to bible study?
Me: Oh, no I'm not. I usually go to Bible study on Thursdays. Are you headed there? [Thinking to myself, obviously not since he's also walking to the parking lot. Oh man, please tell me he's not hitting on me].
Man: So, do you work?
Me: Yes sir, at Amegy Bank.
Man: I work for CVS in the transportation department. That's why I go to Bible study on Wednesday.
Me: Oh, that's nice. [Thinking to myself, so this guy is a truck driver?] Well sir, I have to go now. Have a nice Sunday.

While I was walking away, I must say I was quite flattered. A lady. LOL. He obviously doesn't see me on a normal day. I also wonder if he would've asked to join me in Bible study if I were heading there... although typically, it's Sunday School.

Big Rats?

So for awhile now my sister and I have tried to tell my dad that we hear this scurring nose upstairs. This scurring noise wakes me up most weekends at around 6am because I'm quite well rested. Well my dad was working on repainting the house and noticed this big gaping hole in the roof. As he began to clear the hole out (b/c there were a lot of pine leaves, a whole trash bag to be exact), this thing hissed at him. He quickly withdrew his hand and went upstairs. He saw this huge rat like creatures running across the attic. So, he went to home depot to buy rat traps.

This morning, he went upstairs to check on the traps b/c I heard them scurrying around again. He climbs up the attic while I'm brushing my teeth and goes, "ANNETTE! LOOK LOOK! It's not a big rat, it's a momma squirrel with a baby squirrel. They think I'm going to feed it. COME LOOK LOOK."

I mutter, "No thanks Dad." [I didn't want to be late for church]. In any case, my dad was so relieved they were squirrels and not rats. He did ask me my thoughts on how we should catch the squirrels.

My thought included: Shoot it.