We witnessed some history in the making last night. We saw the Monster Trucks Live event of the AMP Tour at Cardinals Stadium. A friend of mine from work, Leisa, and her husband Cuinn attended the show with us.
It was the very first dirt event at the Stadium (it opened 3 weeks ago). It was the very first time the roof was ever retracted for an event – super cool! It was our first time out there as well. We had a bunch of fun, but there were lots of difficulties. Out of 11 trucks, I think only 3 of them survived the night.
One truck called “El Bandito,” on the third race, jumped into the air and landed right-side-first straight into the side of the biggest hill – thank god for the roll bars. His truck was demolished. It was an insane crash; he was going really fast when he hit. The fifth race had the craziest crash of the night.
“Bear Foot” took off into the race and for some unknown reason, swerved right away from the barriers and crashed STRAIGHT HEAD ON into the wall of the stadium, at full speed! We have no idea why he swerved around the barriers, or why he gunned it instead of slowing down. It was nuts. The place he hit unfortunately was a water main, so they had to shut down the show for about a half hour while they did emergency repairs on the water piping for that section.
So now when people go to Cardinals Stadium we can say, “Do you see that cement damage down below section 123? We were there when that happened.”
We played Texas Hold’em tonight with our buddy Mike and his friend Stacey. Mike actually beat me! He took all my chips. This is a first. I went all in with 8′s and 2′s, and he matched me with 8′s and 3′s.
Damn Darn you, Mike! Damn Darn you all to hell heck!
I should also mention that Stacey, who has “never played darts before” hit 3 bullseyes with 3 darts in a row in the same turn! One of them was a double bullseye, for a score of 100 points! We were all speechless! Stacey, you rock at darts. You should join some kind of tournament or something.
We had lots of fun tonight. Thanks for coming over!
We’ve been watching episodes of How It’s Made on the Discovery Channel for a few months now. Tonight I learned all about radiators and combustion engines. Some of the coolest things I’ve seen are RV’s, combination locks and milk. I wasn’t expecting to cry during an episode of this show, but tonight, that’s just what happened. They made baby chicks.
That’s right. They made baby chicks, and I couldn’t help myself. I was so conflicted! Do I laugh or cry? The thousands of little baby chicks were soooooo cute, flapping around and squeaking, all innocent like. They go down little conveyor belts and get passed through hatches. Then, the workers grab them by a wing, determine the gender, and pitch them down a tube onto another belt, where they get chuted down yet another hatch and into buckets. Then it’s off to market to lay eggs until death or just to be eaten.
As I sat there, eating my chicken for dinner, I just didn’t know how to feel about what I had seen on the television.
How very, very sad.
We came inside after a few hours of landscaping to find Tumbles contemplating on the couch. I wonder what he was thinking about? Maybe which toy to tear apart next? How about a master plan to become alpha male? He might have just been thinking about the meaning of life. Who knows? Tumbles isn’t talking.
At least, not tonight.
Tumbleweed is our youngest family member. At 3 years of age, he’s a ball of fluffy fun! Tumbles *thinks* he is the Alpha Male, but clearly is not. If Olly wants his soft food, he’ll stand back and watch like a degraded third class passenger.
Of all our kitties, Tumbles is the most loving and the most vocal. He’ll meow to say hello. He meows to say goodbye. He meows the whole time you are talking to him (or anyone else, for that matter). He meows at the other kitties. He meows and chirps at the birds. Tumbles will even meow to people on the telephone when you’re having a conversation. We think maybe he just likes to hear the sound of his own meows.
Tumbles has a little problem getting his picture taken. He blinks EVERY TIME. The only way I was able to get this photo was by distracting him with a toy and turning on the red-eye reduction. Most of his photos turn out like this…
Our Cheetoe, bless his little kitty heart, is a complete moron. At 5 years of age, he’s our only tomcat and is by far the hugest of all three cats. He can stand up with his paws on the counter from the floor, and put his chin up on the kitchen counter. That’s something like 42″ of body length.
Photos of Cheetoe usually come out excellent, perfectly in focus. Why, you might ask? Because he’s still processing the fact that somebody has called his name! He’ll just sit there and stare blankly at you, and I swear he says to himself, “Why am I looking this way?”
Cheetoe chases his own tail, and then forgets what he’s doing. He’ll get up, stretch to go do something, then forget what it was and lay back down again. Our poor little Cheetoe only has one brain cell, and most of the time, he can’t find it.
We love him anyway.
Olly is our household alpha male. He’s definitely in control and calls all the shots. At 7 years of age, he does whatever he wants, whenever he wants to do it.
I’m definitely Olly’s main human. He follows me around the house, forces his way onto my lap, and meows at me when he wants attention. When somebody comes over to visit me he’ll push his way onto me and claim attention so that my friends can’t get a word in edgewise.
His favorite thing is catnip, along with anything that has Andrew’s scent on it. Olly will roll around on the bathroom floor rubbing up against his washcloths. He enjoys doorjam sliding (that’s when you jump up the door jam and slide down like a fire pole), licking dirty dishes out of the kitchen sink, consuming anything plastic and dumping garbage cans.
Netflix.com has become one of my favorite places on the web. We’ve had an account for several months now.
For those unfamiliar with Netflix, you decide how many movies you want at a time, and pay a set amount per month. Then you can dole out individual users within your account to have separate queues. This way, my comedy and romantic drama choices stay separate from my husband’s reels and reels of anime flicks and action adventures. Andrew is nice enough to allow me two movies at a time, while he settles with just one.
In the spirit of sharing little bits of insight to my somewhat boring life, I thought it would be fun to list some unexpected Netflix adventures.
Top 3 Movies Netflix recommended that I thought would suck, but found out I adore:
Top 3 Movies Netflix recommended that I thought I would adore, but found out they suck:
So there you have it. What does this prove? Automated computer ratings based on user opinions aren’t always correct. Keep an open mind, and you might find that there are some unexpectedly good movies out there…
When I installed the Weather plugin for this site yesterday, I remember thinking to myself, “Why on earth do I need to install 240 images to portray the weather?” After all, Phoenix has two basic weather conditions: Hot, and Hotter. Yes, I have actually fried an egg on the sidewalk here.
Mother Nature must have heard me, because she’s hit us with a massive thunderstorm with microbursts. We won’t know all of the damage until after the storm, but already at least three of our four trees have tipped over. We’ve started losing roofing tiles that are now broken and spread throughout the rocks in the back yard.
I suppose that will teach me to be nonchalant about our Arizona forecast!
Andrew and I were discussing our weather-related memories on the way home. He told me about a time when he was very little and went out walking with his mother around the block from there house in Phoenix. She tells him that a lightning bolt hit the sidewalk about 3 feet from where he was standing! He just remembers being very scared of it.
My lightning story is similar. I was staying the night at my sister’s friend’s house on my 7th birthday. A bolt of lightning hit the corner of the house outside the 2nd floor window I was staring out of – no more than about 20 feet away from me! It set off the car alarm inside the garage below, which were a new feature in cars back in those days. We called the police but weren’t able to get into their garage to turn it off. The alarm kept going until morning when the battery to the car finally died. What a nightmare!
I’d like to take a moment to thank my sweet husband, Andrew, for helping put this entire site together. I think in the 10 years we’ve been together, he’s assisted in every rendition of every website that I’ve presented. Today, he made possible things like:
As if he didn’t do enough around here already… He took time out of his weekend to help me with this complete overhaul. I appreciate it, very much! I love you, sweetie. *mwah*
