Bathroom Etiquette

I'm all fired up and decided to use my blog to vent. Talking on your cell phone in a public restroom is one of my biggest pet peeves. It's disgusting! There is no phone call important enough that needs to be handled in a bathroom. I just used the restroom and listened to a lawyer on the sixth floor carry on a conversation while using the restroom. I could hear the guy on the other end as they discussed their case. I do not...I repeat...I do not want to hear your conversation while I'm going to the bathroom. There were toilets flushing, germs flying and gosh knows what else. I can't imagine what the guy on the other end was listening too. Don't ever call me from a restroom, because I will hang up on you. I don't need to know your business!

Bummed

CSI Vegas is one of my favorite shows. I just read that William Peterson a.k.a. Gil Grissom is leaving. From what I read, he is out of there mid season. He is staying on as executive producer and will make appearances from time to time. How can he leave? He makes up half the show...heck, he is the show! First it was Sara, then Warrick and now Grissom. If this becomes another ER where all the original members leave and get recycled with new actors then I refuse to watch. Does anyone else watch CSI Vegas? Will you keep watching when Grissom leaves? So sad, so sad. :=(

My friend, Jesus

A couple of weeks ago, Sarah, the coolest blogger and friend in the world, sent me a link to her new accessories blog. However, when I selected the link it took me to a biblical site and a 1000 ways to learn about Jesus, the Bible, etc. At first, I thought she was messing with me. I carefully checked the address of the link and it was correct. It was very bizarre and a little weird. When I told Sarah, she said, “It’s a sign that I am Jesus!” From then on, I referred to her as the “Holy One.” I can’t tell you how many e-mails went back and forth asking “Jesus” for her opinion and conversing about the latest gossip from her holy land. So, imagine my surprise when Jesus arrived at my doorstep Saturday. No, not Sarah, but Jesus the biblical action figure. Evan and I laughed for a long time over Sarah's gift. So, we decided to put together some photos of Jesus' visit so that we could share them with everyone.

Here he is blessing breakfast

Speaking to his peeps

Oh Jesus, you're so funny! Here he is telling me a story. He's quite the jokster.

He is such a huge help around the house. Here he is shamming the car.

Off to the grocery store. Don't forget your seat belt Jesus; Texas drivers are crazy!

Here he is telling Katy Perry why she shouldn't be kissing other girls!

Thanks again Sarah. It's been fun having Jesus here. He is already giving us signs. Immediately after he showed up, I picked up my magazine, flipped the page and there was a random article about living in St. Louis. It was a sign for Evan and I. A sign that we will one day be closer to our families. As far as I'm concerned, Jesus can stay as long as he wants.

Midget Mud Wrestling?

UPDATE:

I am sad to report that we did not go to midget mud wrestling this weekend. I am sure many of you are just as dissapointed as I am. Evan said the drive was just too far to go for a couple of hours. Maybe the show will come to Dallas and we'll get the opportunity to see them there. :=(

It's crazy moments like these when Evan asks me to do something bizarre that I fall in love with him all over again. He just called and asked me if I wanted to go to midget mud wrestling on Saturday. What the hell? I didn't even know what to say. I didn't even have time to think it over because apparently tickets are going fast and he needed an answer IMMEDIATELY! Really? Is midget mud wrestling that big of an event? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it's being held at Jaguars Strip Club in Ft. Worth. I wonder if I will be the only girl going? I have a feeling Saturday is going to be a long night for me. Wish me luck!

Just when I thought we were doing good

As you know, Evan and I have been taking baby steps to become more environmentally friendly. However, after viewing this link that my friend Jenny sent me, I think we need to step it up a notch. I knew plastic bags were bad, but I thought since I was recycling them I was doing something decent. Apparently not. Little did I know just how damaging they really are. Read the link below and you'll see why.

http://www.poconorecord.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080506/MULTIMEDIA02/80505016

Girl's Game Night

A few of us at work decided to start a girl's game night. We get together, pig out, drink and play games. For our second game night, Jennifer offered to host. Actually, we begged her too because she had just bought a house and we really wanted to see it. We played a mean game of Scattegories. I was laughed at for using the word "nickers" as an item of clothing that starts with the letter "N." Who knew it started with a "K!" However, I didn't feel so bad when poor Christine used the word ukulele and brutally misspelled it ekelayle. Thank goodness, spelling doesn't count in this game!

I finally got one!!!

I have waited patiently for the Sigg website to re-open their online store so that I could purchase the aluminum water bottle of my dreams, but it still hasn’t happened. I also tried the REI website, but the ones I wanted were sold out...go figure. I had finally had it. I made a special trip to Dick’s Sporting Goods in hopes that they would have some, and they did! At this point, I didn’t care what they looked like because I wanted one so badly. They were hidden in some back aisle and had not been touched. It is like no one knew they were there. After going back and forth on different colors, I decided on the one below. My new bottle and I have become the bestest of friends.

Last night Evan had off so we decided to meet Eric and Lisa for dinner. They’ve been telling us that we need to go to Southern Junction, which is country western bar. If anyone knows Evan and me at all, you will know we don’t do country. However, food and good company was involved, so we decided to go. I swear the minute I walked in that door I could have sworn I was at Gilley’s from the movie Urban Cowboy. There was a live band, a mechanical bull and lots of two steppin’ going on. I looked for Bud and Sissy, but no luck!

The cool thing about Wednesday nights there is that it’s 2 for 1 night. You get two meals for the price of one. You get your choice of steak plus a salad, baked potato and Texas toast. The kicker is you get to go up and pick your steak and grill it yourself. They have all the seasonings and sauces for you to prepare your steak and the condiments for making your own toast and potato the way you like it. It was pretty interesting.

I had the waitress take a few photos of us. Unfortunately, it’s pretty dark in there and we didn’t get much of the background in the photos. Oh well, you still get to see us. Oh and you won’t be seeing any photos of us on the mechanical bull. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Ma and Pa Bunton

Dave and Glenda came in for a short visit this weekend before flying off to Las Vegas for some gambling. The four of us took the boat out Sunday, so Dave and Evan could fish and Glenda and I could relax. Our fishing expedition was supposed to be 2 hours because a storm was rolling through that afternoon. However, it ended up being 8 hours. We got the boat in the water and docked it at the local Bass Pro Shop. Dave said it would only take a few minutes to gather fishing supplies. An hour and some odd minutes later we were back in business. We left the dock and drove to a prime fishing spot just to find out that Dave’s new reel was broken. So after 10 minutes of fishing we headed back to the store. We dropped him off and let him go in by himself (not sure if that was smart or not). Thirty minutes later he was back. We headed back to the fishing spot where the guys managed to fish for about 40 minutes before we realized the storm was coming in. Since there was a massive amount of lighting, we high tailed it over to the harbor for cover. Thank goodness there were a couple of boat slips left. We battened down the hatches and headed for the bar. We patiently waited out the storm with margaritas, chips and salsa. It was tough, but we did it. Then, it was back out to fish. For the next several hours we tried several different spots with not a whole lot of luck. At this point, Glenda gave the final word that the guys had to shut it down. It was a long interesting day and a lot of fun. Hopefully, we can do it again soon.

4th of July

I can't believe I forgot to post pictures from the 4th of July, but I did. Here they are...

It's official

Angelina finally popped! It's about time. They had a boy and a girl and named them Knox Leon and Vivienne Marcheline, respectively. I wonder how much they will get paid from People magazine to parade their newborns on the front cover? If they donate it all to charity, I will be happy.

Buyer Beware

Are you a fan of the 100 calorie snack packs? If you are, you should watch this clip from "The Today Show." They had some very interesting things to say about these products. We personally don't buy these at our house, and I don't think I will be in the future.

300…my new man candy

I finally got around to watching the movie “300.” Evan said I would enjoy it, and I did! Never in my life have I seen such hotness! At one point Evan asked, “Are you okay?” I said, “I don’t know.” I was in awe. Most movies throw in a piece of eye candy for the men, but what about the ladies? I want some too! So, I told Evan, “Let me have this one-man candy movie to myself. I am claiming it as my own and you are not going to take it from me. Let me sit here and bask in their rippled, chiseled chests without a care as to what’s going on.” Surprisingly, he said “Okay.” He may have been scared at this point, but unless I start writing “I heart King Leonidas” on my school books, I don’t think he should worry.

The slow motion fight scenes were my favorites. All I saw was beefy man-cakes heading my way. I now “get” the slow motion running scene that every man has ever enjoyed.

Many of you may want to know what the movie was about. I couldn’t tell you…blinded by the muscles. Was the acting any good? Couldn’t tell you…blinded by the muscles. Was the movie gory? Couldn’t tell you…blinded by the muscles. I think you get my point.

So...

Last night I’m driving home in the car and jamming to some good 80’s tunes when Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again” came on. As I’m singing at the top of my lungs, I realize that I’ve been singing the wrong words for the past 21 years. Apparently, I like the word “twister” because I keep using it in place of other words in many songs.

Whitesnake lyrics:

“Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.”

Ashley’s lyrics:

“Like a twister I was born to walk alone.”

Violent Femmes lyrics:

“Let me go on like I blister in the sun.”

Ashley’s lyrics:

“Let me go on like a twister in the sun.”

(I would like to thank my dear friend Dana for using her kind words to gently correct me on the proper wording of the previous line.)

And, if I don’t know the words, I sort of morph words together or extend the last word into a long hum to get through the parts I'm challenged on. This is completely normal, right?

The Dulski’s are having a…

Wait for it…



Wait for it…


Boy! And, they are going to name him Thor! Okay, I’m kidding about the second part. Let the shopping begin!

Happy 4th of July!

Evan – the one-man show!

Many of you know that we are building a shop out back. Saturday, Eric came over to help Evan and the two of them got a good start on the framing. But what do you do when you have no friends to help you out? You get redneck like Evan and devise your own contraption. I came home from work yesterday to find Evan and his homemade apparatus in the backyard. I didn’t know what I was looking at, but it scared me. The first words out of his mouth were “This is the most redneck thing I’ve done in a long time.” You’re damn skippy it is! I know he is anxious to get it done, but is this necessary. After I made sure that it was semi-safe, I went straight for the camera and started snapping. I’m sure the guys will enjoy this one.