5 posts tagged “cassidy”
*squeel* Friday I will be announcing BIG NEWS and while I'd love to spill the beans RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND, I'm not going to. And you have no idea how much it's killing me not to tell the internet my BIG NEWS because I suck at keeping secrets. Not, like, secrets my friends tell me, but surprises. Seriously, when I have a surprise for Ben I'm like, "I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU! Do you want a hint?! Well, I'm going to give you one anyway, IT'S A NEW CAR!" Not that I've ever bought him a new car, but if I DID, that's totally how it would go over.
Instead I'm going to tell you about our dinner at Outback the other night because every time I talk about it I have to stop half way through to keep from laughing and if I can't tell the internet my BIG NEWS, the very least I can do is make you laugh.
So, the waiters at Outback have always done this thing where they sit in the booth while taking your order. I guess it's supposed to make it feel like they're a friend there to help you and make you feel comfortable and, whatever, just get my food and drinks to me. However you need to get that done, I'm cool.
Our waiter sits down and takes our order... and then moved in with us. Before we even had our DRINKS we knew that his girlfriend, Cassy, was a dance teacher and worked at two different dance studios, that he had recently applied to the Police Academy but then blew out his knee and tore his meniscus and some other important knee parts and was going to have surgery and he was really nervous and he loves kids and plans to have a huge family one day and...
Me: I'd like a Shark Bite with the 151 Rum floater. ASAP please.
Then he told us all about how he'd had a few too many Shark Bites in Cancun once and like, WHOAH, what a time he had.
I'm totally not joking. I'd had a REALLY rough day at work and GOOD LORD JUST BRING ME MY DRINK ALREADY! So our drinks come, my Shark Bite, a Long Island for Ben and milk for Cassidy. And shortly before our meal came he reached down to check on Cassidy's milk and the next 10 seconds happened in slow motion:
He reaches for the drink, shakes it, goes to set it back down, misses the table, the milk hits the booth, he jumps to grab for it, pushes his thumb through the styrofoam cup and the milk proceeds to turn into a MILK EXPLOSION. At which point he starts to run around like he's being attacked by a swarm of fire ants.
He apologized, PROFUSELY, and to make up for it brings Cassidy a big glass of chocolate milk. THANKS! Because what I totally wanted was to sugar her up at 8:00PM! Whatever. My Shark Bite is starting to kick in and I'm caring less and less. Did I mention where he sets the milk down? Directly in front of Cassidy's left hand, two inches from the edge of the table.
I bet you can see where this is going can't you?
Yep, that glass of milk lasted about 10 minutes before IT turned into a milk explosion. Only a CHOCOLATE milk explosion.
Me: Dude, we're on some hidden camera show? I'm being punked, right? Where's the camera?
The best part of the night though came straight from Cassidy herself. At one point I was telling Ben that the alcohol was making me feel warm and relaxed and...
Cassidy: If you get drunk, don't poke holes in me.
Me: Um... Oooookay?
Back story, at one of the many parties we had at our house, Ben was "feelin' good" and took the Henckel to the ice that I had in our favorite metal mixing bowl and now you can't mix anything in the bowl. On the plus side, it can efficiently strain MASSIVE amounts of spaghetti.
The other gem came when I leaned over to smell Ben's freshly clean sweatshirt for about the 30th time (I have a Downy obsession) and said again how OMG GOOD it smelled and...
Cassidy: Is it his BowChikaBowWow?
Me: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
*deep breath*
Me: What?!
Cassidy: You know the BowChikaWowWow I got him for Christmas?
*dies*
You had to HEAR her say it with that perfect nasal inflection. It was probably the funniest thing she's EVER said. I start laughing, Ben starts laughing, she's laughing at us laughing. I'm laughing now just reliving it! Hopefully you laughed too because that's the end of the story.
It seems like this is how all our outings go. I have two of my own personal comedians to keep me constantly entertained and when that isn't enough and I've had a particularly rough day, they enlist the help of outsiders to make it THAT MUCH BETTER.
Anyway, I need to get my 365 up and get myself into bed. I hope you all have a fantastic week! I'll be busy, busy, busy and probably won't be back to post till Friday when the BIG NEWS is announced. ;)
Cassidy had a great time at Chuck E Cheese for her birthday. I really wanted to do the party at Build a Bear but the waiting list is THREE MONTHS long to have a party there so Chuck E Cheese was her second choice.
There's nothing like 500 smelly, misbehaving, sugared up kids and cheese covered cardboard to help you enjoy your Saturday afternoon! I KID! I KID! Not really, but still. She had a blast. And really, no matter how much I try and harden my heart and crank the cynical knob all the way to HIGH, I still break down and end up spending as many coins to play games as the kids do. I kick ass at skeeball, yo. Don't even think about messing with me. TeeHee.
Take a photo of an accident or a mistake.
My perfect accident:
I'm very proud of how often I've been updating Cassidy's Vox blog. When I had WP set up on her domain I was never motivated to get over there and post anything. But the community atmosphere here is great. MySpace can BURN! BURN I say!
So, yeah. I know I haven't been updating MY Vox blog or my domain but I had some silly drama going on in the real life and I knew no matter how hard I tried to keep it out of a post, it was bound to creep in. Knowing my tendency to be able to completely piss people off in 15 seconds or less I figured I'd just keep my trap shut. heh.
But it's over now and all is swell and BEN GOT ME SUSPENSION FOR MY CAR!!
Story in short form:
We got some BBS wheels because they were a good deal. At the time we bought them we hadn't yet decided to put them on his M3 or mine. So, I put his SSR's on my car but they really didn't look that good. They look HAWT on his blue car, not so much on my white one. So we figured, my car FTW.
THEN! Ben told me I'd have to have my fenders rolled for the new wheels to fit. And I'm blond. When we went to put his SSR's on my car he was like, "Oh, your back's are already rolled." Me, "MmmHmm yeah, shut up and put the pretty wheels on my car!" THEN! I MYSELF tool the SSR's off the car and put my stock wheels back on Monday and didn't even PAY ATTENTION. BLOND!
So yesterday I took the GTI to work and he took my car to the shop because it's pretty close to his work. When he got home this was the my 5 second inner dialogue:
OH! Pretty, pretty, pretty wheels! And LOOK! He got me a stud kit too! And the car looks.... lower? No, the wheels must have a MASSIVE sidewall, No the car is lower... OMG OMG OMG OMG HE PUT SUSPENSION ON MY CAR OMG OMG OMG !!!
It was an early birthday gift and the best gift EVER!! I think that by the time I got to work I had a nice pool of drool on my seat. It rides SO WELL. Good lord the way the car corners now is like... *swoon* It's a bit bumpy, obviously, but the handling makes me forget about it in quick fashion.
So it's official, my boyfriend is totally better than yours! :P
Cassidy was walking Nathans bike back to his house yesterday and fell down. Walking the bike, not RIDING it. She fell down. While WALKING the bike. *slaps forehead*
She didn't tell me about it till almost 9PM so I iced it and gave her some Tylenol for the pain. Today when I picked her up from being with the ffej's it was still REALLY swollen and bruised so I figured I better at least get it checked out at Urgent Care. The doctor looked at it for all of 5 seconds before she looked at me and said, "We're going to need an X-ray". She was a fantastic doctor. Had Cassidy and I cracking up the entire time.
So, we X-Ray'd. After they took three shots of her thumb, the X-ray tech had us wait there so she could check to make sure they were clear before taking us back to our room. When she came back in the first thing she said was, "How did she do that?" I wanted to slap her. I'm a MOTHER YOU IDIOT. You can't IMPLY things like that because then I start to freak out and you DO NOT WANT ME TO FREAK OUT IN HERE TRUST ME I AM THE FREAK OUT KIND OF MOM! I think my facial expression said it all and she very quietly showed us back to our room.
The conclusion from Funny Doctor is that her thumb is fractured close to a spot where the bones fuse. Because thumbs are very very very important and you need them to do things (like cartwheels Cassidy says) it's very very very important that they heal properly. So it's splinted for now till the swelling goes down. We have to go see an orthopedist in three days and he/she will put a real cast on it. The nurse hinted about hot pink casts and Cassidy's eyes lit up like roman candles.
For the first hour all she could talk about was her soon to be pink cast. She's TOTALLY going to have a pink cast and she was TOTALLY telling anybody that looked in her general direction. After about an hour that wore off. About the same time she realized that she can't color, she can't cartwheel, or ride a bike, or scooter, or rollerblade, or swim, or go miniature golfing, or EAT PIZZA, or... the list went on and on and on and on. Like, suddenly, because one half of one arm had a <em>temporary</em> cast on it that she was JUST GOING TO DIE OF BOREDOM.
She was funny while there though...
"Mom, take a picture of my thumbs!" "Mom, take a picture while I have an X-Ray." "Mom, take a picture of me with the ice pack." "Mom, take a picture of the lungs over there." "Mom, take a picture of me sitting here reading a magazine being TOTALLY BORED OUT OF MY MIND."
Finally I told her, "I'm going to take a picture of you while you are completely quiet and reading a magazine and not talking till the doctor comes back into the room!"
She didn't think that was as funny as I did. *shrug*
