Wii. Just about everyone has played one or knows someone who has one. This Christmas my parents decided to get a Wii, but they ended up getting each other one. See, my dad staged a Wii coupe at the local Walmart, and he and his boss had someone go and buy like 6 of them... on black friday. So he wrapped it up with the Wiifit board (yes he wrapped it), and put it under the tree. Fast forward a couple weeks, Sunday newspaper ads, Target. My mom saw an ad that Target was getting Wiis in, so she said she was going to get one. My dad, not wanting his surprise to be ruined, called her bluff and said, "Fine go get one". So she did... So the Wonn's ended up with 2 Wiis, and the gig was up. It wasn't a surprise anymore, but they still ended up with a Wii.
So Christmas morning, Dad wasn't feeling well, and the two most technicalogically handicapped members of the family (sorry mom)had a few mimosas and hooked the Wii up. It was interesting to say the least. We all ended up playing Wii all day, found out that Grandma was quite the shark. She ended up giving everyone tips on bowling, and beating us all!
Stay tuned for more on Wiifit. I love it. I will be adding my hula hooping video soon. Cause No one hulahoops like Emily Wonn..lol
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Elevator of Doom
We all couldn't decide on a place to eat today, so we just went downstairs to the basement of our building where there is everything from Sandwiches to Cuban food to sushi. We all convened back at the escalator and went upstairs. After laughing hysterically because we seemingly "accidentally" disabled the rotating door, we gathered into the elevator and ascending to the 9th floor.
Now just for a little back history about our elevator situation. Going up our side of the building, there are 5-6 elevators. Car #2, or the one we affectionately refer to as the "elevator of doom", has always caused problems. Numerous other employees have either gotten stuck or rerouted in the "elevator of doom". Sometimes it goes to the right floor, and sometimes it doesn't. Capt. Webb, in my office, got stuck one time in said elevator and was in there until someone came and got her out.
So we get in the elevator, and we are laughing, and we press 9 and we go up and its like we're on a rubber band. We fly up past our floor and then drop back down below our floor. And this happens like 3 times. So we're screaming and I am holding onto my diet coke in one hand, and the side of the elevator in the other. And I'm squeezing my eyes shut. Surely this is it. I am going to die as a DA civilian... in an elevator.
Then all of a sudden it is quiet, and I open my eyes. Everyone is getting out, and Sgt. just tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Erika stop it". We all had a good laugh. If I can't handle a little elevator scare, then how could I ever go to war for God's sake?
So basically we don't use that car. Car #2 is dead to us. But every time I am waiting to go up to the office, and the only elevator that is open is #2, I never go in. People look at me crazy, but I just say, "Um I'm gonna wait for the next one." They probably think they smell or something, but I don't care. I am NOT getting in that thing again...
Now just for a little back history about our elevator situation. Going up our side of the building, there are 5-6 elevators. Car #2, or the one we affectionately refer to as the "elevator of doom", has always caused problems. Numerous other employees have either gotten stuck or rerouted in the "elevator of doom". Sometimes it goes to the right floor, and sometimes it doesn't. Capt. Webb, in my office, got stuck one time in said elevator and was in there until someone came and got her out.
So we get in the elevator, and we are laughing, and we press 9 and we go up and its like we're on a rubber band. We fly up past our floor and then drop back down below our floor. And this happens like 3 times. So we're screaming and I am holding onto my diet coke in one hand, and the side of the elevator in the other. And I'm squeezing my eyes shut. Surely this is it. I am going to die as a DA civilian... in an elevator.
Then all of a sudden it is quiet, and I open my eyes. Everyone is getting out, and Sgt. just tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Erika stop it". We all had a good laugh. If I can't handle a little elevator scare, then how could I ever go to war for God's sake?
So basically we don't use that car. Car #2 is dead to us. But every time I am waiting to go up to the office, and the only elevator that is open is #2, I never go in. People look at me crazy, but I just say, "Um I'm gonna wait for the next one." They probably think they smell or something, but I don't care. I am NOT getting in that thing again...
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Mouse rant
I have mice. eww. I know what you are probably saying. "You are a dirty person", "You need to stop eating in your house", "Better set traps" ya ya. I've heard it all. I am from Ohio, as you all know, and although there are fields there, and there are mice, MICE DO NOT LIVE IN PEOPLE'S HOMES. It's not normal. HERE, however, mice do co-habitate with people, and most don't think its a big deal. Eww again. When you are laying in bed, and you can hear "Critters" scuttling inside your walls, it is a big deal. We have called an exterminator, and notified our landlord, set traps, and got some of those "mouse pellet" things. (The mice eat them and die... but not these mice. For all I know they could be tasty.) These mice, however, are like some super-hybrid mouse species, who have evolved in order to outsmart the human race. They dodge traps, don't eat the pellets, have created a small subway system within our walls and open the refrigerator to get a snack. Okay that last one was I made up. Have you ever seen Joe's Apartment? The 1990's MTV film about the cockroaches with personalities? Kind of like that but with mice. They are crazy, kamikaze steroid mice that will not die. One time I went home for the weekend, and my roommate killed two. She drowned one, and threw another out. She's kind of like the "mouse hunter".
So I have devised the following plan to purge these tiny mutant beasts from our apartment.
I have been volunteering at the animal shelter, and when I was there last night, I was trying to think of how I could comindere a cat for a weekend. Do you think they let you borrow them? Kind of like a library book. I would check out the biggest, hungriest looking cat with one eye, and take him home, and let him go to town on those things. My mom says mice can smell other animals, so maybe we could just let him hang out for awhile, rub him on all the cabinets and walls, and the mice would get the hint. At first I was thinking I could just steal one, but I think they probably prosecute for that. And my roommate is allergic, so that's out. So another plan I had, if the cat thing doesn't work out is to buy a gun. You know just like a little one. I just qualified on the 9mm, and I think I could obtain a liscense, but my only fear is that I would end up turning my walls into swiss cheese, or hurting someone. So basically that's a bad idea. Actually maybe this could work out to my advantage. I could be famous. Everyone knows the lady with the cats. I could be the mouse lady. I could have them swing from little tiny trapezes and bounce on mini trampolines through shower curtain rings set on fire. Eww again. See? I'm going crazy. This has to stop...
So I have devised the following plan to purge these tiny mutant beasts from our apartment.
I have been volunteering at the animal shelter, and when I was there last night, I was trying to think of how I could comindere a cat for a weekend. Do you think they let you borrow them? Kind of like a library book. I would check out the biggest, hungriest looking cat with one eye, and take him home, and let him go to town on those things. My mom says mice can smell other animals, so maybe we could just let him hang out for awhile, rub him on all the cabinets and walls, and the mice would get the hint. At first I was thinking I could just steal one, but I think they probably prosecute for that. And my roommate is allergic, so that's out. So another plan I had, if the cat thing doesn't work out is to buy a gun. You know just like a little one. I just qualified on the 9mm, and I think I could obtain a liscense, but my only fear is that I would end up turning my walls into swiss cheese, or hurting someone. So basically that's a bad idea. Actually maybe this could work out to my advantage. I could be famous. Everyone knows the lady with the cats. I could be the mouse lady. I could have them swing from little tiny trapezes and bounce on mini trampolines through shower curtain rings set on fire. Eww again. See? I'm going crazy. This has to stop...
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Changed my pic
I changed my picture. You're welcome mom. I was thinking it said "Hey girl hey!" or "I have great clavicle bones when I crane my neck like this", but I think my mom was thinking it said "I'm a drunk, and my face looks weird". Which for the record it doesn't, and I'm not. So I love you mom, and I'm sorry for the pic. This one with Brutus should say to both of us "I'm fun, from Ohio, and go bucks!" Which I think it does... Love you! xoxo
Monday, December 8, 2008
why I hate airports...
On Friday I was getting ready to leave the office for the weekend, going back to Columbus for drill and my bday! I asked my boss if I could leave a little early so I could catch an earlier train to Islip, and have plenty of time to catch my plane (and browse their bookstore because they always have the best "used" book section). So I'm trying to finish this approval letter with this guy in Thailand, and he sends me the information I need so I can leave. He's in the mountains and can't get to a computer all of the time, so I don't need to get the letter back to him until Monday. So I'm rushing, and I get it done, and its perfect, and I need to leave... 10 minutes ago, and I ask to leave, and there's this awkward pause. "Hey, I'm gonna get out of here so I can catch my train. Okay?" No answer. Then my boss goes and stands in the doorway of Sgt. Yancey's office. All I am thinking is "HELLO! I'm gonna miss my train. I need to leave." Magically everyone else in the office appears, and so do a box of my FAVORITE cupcakes. Buttercup. Yum! And I'm looking at my co-workers singing me happy birthday, and the box of delicious frosted cupcakes, and my watch. I am totally going to miss my train. And I did. So I ate a cupcake. How nice is that though. I totally didn't expect it, and they made me feel really special on my b-day in a city where I know no one! So nice.
(On a side note: About not having friends yet... My roommates and I went out on Wednesday for my birthday, and the "party" consisted of them (they have to be my friends because they live with me) and Tommmy, the guy who owns the pizza shop below our apartment. Yes, I am up-and-coming. I may not have as many friends as I did in Ohio.)
Okay so back to Friday. So Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me... cupcake eating... running to the train... missing the train... Okay we are caught up. I run into the LIRR office, and ask the lady what time the 3:07 train is going to get to Islip. She tells me its an hour and twenty minute ride. Which means I would get there at 4:27, and my flight is at 4:40. That is obviously not going to work. So she pretty much reroutes my whole train trip on another train, and gets me there a little bit earlier, but not by much, and I'm going to have to take a taxi. (Many thanks to the LIRR lady)
When I get the station, I see only one cab. I wave it down, and they pick me up even though there is already someone else in it. We drop off this lady, and by the time we get the airport, I am RUNNING to the security check point. I look like a mad woman, ditching a family of four and a very upset woman with a red hat and matching Christmas sweater (She ended up going in front of me). They let me through,and I frantically put all my stuff in a bin pulling off my coat, scarf, hat etc. etc. I'm dancing in place waiting for Christmas sweater lady who is taking her time doing whatever the heck she was doing. All of a sudden I hear "tink...tink...tink". I look down, and my seed-bead necklace is unraveling right before my eyes. Its like slow motion. The security lady is frantically trying to catch and gather all of these beads falling all over her metal counter. Not knowing how to react, and just wanting to cry/get on this damn plane, I rip off the rest of the necklace and hand it to her. "O honey let me put in a bag for you," she says. I tell her no, just throw it away, and run through the metal detector.
Then it happen. I lost my mind. "Please report to gate A4, your plane is boarded and ready for departure". O crap. The lady on the other side of the metal detector said, "ma'am you've been selected for a random bag search." At this point I had two choices. Do I a) freak out on this lady and tell her I'm going to miss my plane. End up getting arrested for disorderly security checkpoint behavior, and miss my flight. or b) let this lady search my bag, go through all my stuff just to find nothing, and miss my flight? I went with b. So while she's doing so I am literally about to break down because I am about to miss the last flight of the day, when she finally finishes, and I am on my way. And I'm RUNNING again. Shaking, I hand my ticket to the attendant, and I am finally on the plane, where I treat myself to a glass of wine and a nap. I hate New York... Okay maybe just flying out of New York.
(On a side note: About not having friends yet... My roommates and I went out on Wednesday for my birthday, and the "party" consisted of them (they have to be my friends because they live with me) and Tommmy, the guy who owns the pizza shop below our apartment. Yes, I am up-and-coming. I may not have as many friends as I did in Ohio.)
Okay so back to Friday. So Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me... cupcake eating... running to the train... missing the train... Okay we are caught up. I run into the LIRR office, and ask the lady what time the 3:07 train is going to get to Islip. She tells me its an hour and twenty minute ride. Which means I would get there at 4:27, and my flight is at 4:40. That is obviously not going to work. So she pretty much reroutes my whole train trip on another train, and gets me there a little bit earlier, but not by much, and I'm going to have to take a taxi. (Many thanks to the LIRR lady)
When I get the station, I see only one cab. I wave it down, and they pick me up even though there is already someone else in it. We drop off this lady, and by the time we get the airport, I am RUNNING to the security check point. I look like a mad woman, ditching a family of four and a very upset woman with a red hat and matching Christmas sweater (She ended up going in front of me). They let me through,and I frantically put all my stuff in a bin pulling off my coat, scarf, hat etc. etc. I'm dancing in place waiting for Christmas sweater lady who is taking her time doing whatever the heck she was doing. All of a sudden I hear "tink...tink...tink". I look down, and my seed-bead necklace is unraveling right before my eyes. Its like slow motion. The security lady is frantically trying to catch and gather all of these beads falling all over her metal counter. Not knowing how to react, and just wanting to cry/get on this damn plane, I rip off the rest of the necklace and hand it to her. "O honey let me put in a bag for you," she says. I tell her no, just throw it away, and run through the metal detector.
Then it happen. I lost my mind. "Please report to gate A4, your plane is boarded and ready for departure". O crap. The lady on the other side of the metal detector said, "ma'am you've been selected for a random bag search." At this point I had two choices. Do I a) freak out on this lady and tell her I'm going to miss my plane. End up getting arrested for disorderly security checkpoint behavior, and miss my flight. or b) let this lady search my bag, go through all my stuff just to find nothing, and miss my flight? I went with b. So while she's doing so I am literally about to break down because I am about to miss the last flight of the day, when she finally finishes, and I am on my way. And I'm RUNNING again. Shaking, I hand my ticket to the attendant, and I am finally on the plane, where I treat myself to a glass of wine and a nap. I hate New York... Okay maybe just flying out of New York.
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