Where did "three sheets to the wind" come from?

The phrase, which has come to refer to a completely inebriated person, derives from sailing - but not from the sails, as one might think. In the early 1800's, chains were used to regulate the angle of the sails, and these were called sheets. When the sheets were loose, the boat would become unstable and tipsy, thereby resembling a drunk person.

Where did the weekend go?

Thursday was a LOONG day. I got in the office around 9:30, and was getting quite abit of misc paper work done when we had an unexpected visitor. It was a gentleman who, well, I had met but Nicole had never met. Back story - her late husband (my late boss) was dating a woman, P, for 4 years (before he met Nicole). P was married to JK. John, Nicole's husband, new she was married, as did everyone, but everyone, and I do mean everyone, also knew she was also dating John. Well, P died, a year later John and Nicole get married. End of story. Well, until yesterday. JK comes walking into the office and wants to offer his condolences to Nicole on John's passing. Huh? We were both in shock. Surely this man knew that John had been having an affair with his wife for almost 4 years. And he wants to come in and offer his condolences to John's widow? It was definately a wtf moment. The husband of John's mistress comes in to offer the widow of the man that was sleeping with his wife condolences??? Definately threw both of us for a loop. Margaritas for lunch were a must. We went to Ricardo's, our regular lunch spot. Great nacho's and great margaritas.

That night I started training at the second job. It's not that hard, alot of cash handling and checking in an out the staff. I worked 5 hours thursday, 8 friday, and 5 saturday, all training. I think i've got it all down, but i'm still want one more night before i'm totally left on my own. I've worked for myself for so long, i'm not used to asking anyone how to do something, so once i'm on my own I want to make sure that I can do it. So I have a break until thursday night, when I have to work 8:30 pm to 5:30 am. It's a pretty crazy scheduale, considering i'm working all day doing the property management thing, but I was quite proud of myself for handeling it so well. I wasn't that tired and didn't loose my momentum all weekend. Normally i'm one of those people who likes to sleep for 8-10 hours a day, and don't you dare do anything to ruin that routine. But I did ok. I know it's eventually going to wear on me, but hopefully this won't be for a long time period.

Sunday I slept til noon, went and did a little shopping, came home and baked a ham (new glaze with maple syrup, dijon mustard, and a dash of crushed cloves... yummy!), and cleaned up the house. That night after dinner we watched "Flags of our fathers". It was a good movie, the cinematography was amazing, but I found it slightly depressing. It was so sad how they, especially the Indian Ira, was totally manipulated by the government, using them to sell war bonds. Yes, it was for a good cause, but they really didn't care about them as people. Plus the movie was a tad bit on the slow side. Not sure why. We're gonna watch "Letters from Iwo Jima" next weekend. The cool part of this is, at least I think for Ken, is seeing all the history and getting a sense of what his mother saw as a kid. She was 5 and in Okinawa when the nuclear bombs were dropped and she remembers seeing the blast in the sky. I think in a wierd way it helps him to either understand better or get a better sense of his parents history. His dad is American, a marine, and his mom Japanese, born and raised on Okinawa til she was in her twenties and married his dad. So in these films he's seeing both sides. Of course his dad didn't fight in this war, he was only 5 himself, but he was a marine for 20 years, serving 4 tours in Vietnam, and I think this gives him a sense of his father.

Today was a pretty good day too. Had a facial at 10. My face is still breaking out something awful. I know i'm not drinking enough water these days. Especially this weekend, I lived on sweet tea. And then tonight I had a massage. Just needed to relax. This week is going to be just as nuts as last, but i'm feeling more positive about everything. Maybe it was just pms hitting early. Damn hormones.

Making a Decision

Well, I went for the interview last night. I got the job. All I have to do is go get my sherrif's card and go in tonite to start my paperwork/training. But after all of that, i'm just not sure if it's something I wanna do. I really want the job, only for the extra money. But Ken is very upset about it (where the job is). He doesn't like me being in that environment, and I can't blame him for that. So this morning i'm sitting here trying to decide what to do. I have a big personal/business move i'm planning and I want to be prepared if that goes sour, but I also want the time to prepare for it, which I won't have if I take the job. I'm trying to think positive, that everything is going to work out fine, but i'm a bit of a worry wort at heart so i'm also planning on the negative. Or planning for the negative. I'm so confused. I almost feel like I should flip a coin. Take the second job, put the money in savings for our house in August, or in case things go wonky at work, or focus on work and do what it is that I really want to do. Ugh... I hate being a grown-up sometimes.

Doing my part

I have decided to do my part in stimulating the economy. Yes, that is my excuse for shopping. I just can't seem to help myself these days.

I just bought this from The Sak. Isn't is just too cute? I just love their bags. I have almost gotten over my dooney obsession and have moved onto these bags. Almost. Not quite tho... i'm still jonesin for this one...

or this one. I can't decide which one I like better. Not that i'll be buying either one any time soon. The bag from The Sak was my last little splurge for a while. We're hoping to be able to buy a house in August, and with the state of the economy the way it is, you pretty much have 20% down, which in Las Vegas is quite a hefty sum. So we're scrimpin and saving. I've even been contemplating taking on a second, weekend only, job.... just to build up the savings account a bit. I know i'm gonna be dog tired all the time, but I figure I better do it now before we have kids and i'm not as flexible with time, not to mention have more expendable energy.

10 ways to creep out a roommate

Okay, I stole these off of my sisters page on Facebook. I thought they were absolutely hilarious.

10) Collect potatoes. Paint faces on them and give them names. Name one after your roommate. Separate your roommate's potato from the others. Wait a few days, and then bake your roommate's potato and eat it. Explain to your roommate, ''He just didn't belong.''

9) Move everything to one side of the room. Ask your roommate if he knows how much an elephant weighs, and look at the floor on the empty side of the room with concern.

8) Draw a tiny black line on your nose. Make it bigger every day. Look at it and say, ''The hair, it's growing. Growing!''

7) Buy some knives. Sharpen them every night. While you're doing so, look at your roommate and mutter, ''Soon, soon....''

6) Collect hundreds of pens and pile them on one side of the room. Keep one pencil on the other side of the room. Laugh at the pencil.

5) Tell your roommate, ''I've got an important message for you.'' Then pretend to faint. When you recover, say you can't remember what the message was. Later on, say, ''Oh, yeah, I remember!'' Pretend to faint again. Keep this up for several weeks.

4) While your roommate is out, glue your shoes to the ceiling. When your roommate walks in, sit on the floor, hold your head, and moan.

3) Make a sandwich. Don't eat it, leave it on the floor. Ignore the sandwich. Wait until your roommate gets rid of it, and then say, ''Hey, where the heck is my sandwich!?'' Complain loudly that you are hungry.

2) Every time your roommate walks in yell, ''Hooray! You're back!'' as loud as you can and dance around the room for five minutes. Afterwards, keep looking at your watch and saying, ''Shouldn't you be going somewhere?''

1) Talk back to your Rice Krispies. All of a sudden, act offended, throw the bowl on the floor and kick it. Refuse to clean it up, explaining, ''No, I want to watch them suffer.'''

Having a roomate at such a mature age (ha!) has led to a resurgance of practical jokes. Most of them have been me being the pranker and Carl being the prankee. I took a bath in the hall bathroom one night (his bathroom) and left my copy of "Twilight" in there. Later, finding it on the counter, started complaining about what if someone had found it in there, what would they think of him.How the book was for prepubescent little girls. So after he went to work that night, I left a copy of this on the back of the toilet.

Don't mess with a pro.

Classes and old friends

I can't believe how sporadic i've been blogging lately. I feel like I haven't had a free moment in ages, to sit and write or even just browse thru everyone else's blogs and see what all has been going on. But I am bound and determined to get back into a routine, to get on some sort of scheduale, to get organized. Now that it's starting to get warmer I think it's do-able. For some reason when it's cold outside, I get totally lazy. (yes, i'm going to blame it on the weather).

Today I went to a class regarding tenants and foreclosures. Very interesting stuff. Not much I didn't already know, in regards to what the laws and responsibilities were, but the application of those laws was a bit new. Plus, I ran into an old friend that I haven't seen in 6 years. I knew she was in real estate but there's like what 5000 of us here, if not more in the Vegas Valley? So I figured it was just a matter of time before we ran into each other. Very cool. And the timing of it was very cool. I have some personal plans in the work, just things to set into motion, and I was beginning to get worried but today I saw several signs that everything is going to work out just fine.

I love seeing the signs. Sometimes we just get so busy that they pass or by, or even worse, we choose not to see them. Two in one day tho, totally awesome. I try to see not only the ones that confirm that i'm on the right path, but that I might be on the wrong path, or headed that way. Those are always the hardest to see, mostly because I hate to admit I might be wrong.

St. Patricks Day

A little laugh for the day.

WOMAN'S PERFECT BREAKFAST She's sitting at the table with her gourmet coffee. Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box.Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week.Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl.And her husband is on the back of the milk carton.

WOMEN'S REVENGE 'Cash, check or charge?' I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase. As she fumbled for her wallet, I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.'So, do you always carry your TV remote?' I asked.'No,' she replied, 'but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally.'

UNDERSTANDING WOMEN (A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE)I know I'm not going to understand women.I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider.

MARRIAGE SEMINARWhile attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, 'It is essential that husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes.'He addressed the man, 'Can you name your wife's favorite flower?'Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, 'It's Pillsbury, isn't it?

CIGARETTES AND TAMPONSA man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up & down the aisles. The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help him. He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife. She directs him down the correct aisle. A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string on the counter.She says, confused, 'Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife?He answers, 'You see, it's like this, yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco and some rolling papers; cause it's sooo-ooo--oo-ooo much cheaper.So, I figure if I have to roll my own .......... so does she.(I figure this guy is the one on the milk carton!)

WIFE VS. HUSBANDA couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, 'Relatives of yours?' 'Yep,' the wife replied, 'in-laws.'

WORDS A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day.... 30,000 to a man's 15,000. The wife replied, 'The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men.. The husband then turned to his wife and asked, 'What?'

CREATION A man said to his wife one day, 'I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time. 'The wife responded, 'Allow me to explain. God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!

WHO DOES WHAT A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning. The wife said, 'You should do it because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee. The husband said, 'You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee.' Wife replies, 'No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee.'Husband replies, 'I can't believe that, show me.'So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says . 'HE BREWS'

The Silent Treatment A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:0 0 AM for an early morning business flight. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, 'Please wake me at 5:00 AM.' He left it where he knew she would find it.The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, 'It is 5:00 AM. Wake up.' Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.

A nite out

We've been working on the second rehab job for almost a month now, and we are both beginning to get a little bit burnt out. It's been a great learning experience ( I installed all of the towel bars and toilet paper holders myself), but I feel like the rest of my life is on hold until we get this done. My book store inventory is down, I have only gotten to blog twice last week, and I have about 10 other projects I am just dying to get started on. Hopefully, if we can stick to the plan (which we haven't been able to do so far) we can be done this wednesday. I am soo excited!

But seeing as how we've been working so hard with no time off, we took saturday night off. I think we both needed to just get out and relax a bit.

First, we headed over to a new restaurant. The Fat Greek. I was in ULTA earlier in the week and got to talking to one of the techs there and she recommended this place. She said it was one of the best Mediterranean restaurants she's been to in a while. And it did not disapoint. The tzatsiki was wonderful, served with fresh warm pita bread. I just love this stuff. I probably could have eated the whole bowl full myself if Carl and Ken hadn't enjoyed it as much as I did. I ordered the seafood pasta, which was good. Not terrific, but good. It had a lot of shrimp, which was good, but the menu didn't say that it included muscles, which I am not a fan of. So I just picked them out. But the place was very nice, quaint, and the service was terrific. We were there at 8pm on a saturday night and it wasnt very crowded, or loud at all, which is always a bonus for me.

Next we headed over to the Brendan theaters at the Palms Casino.


It's really hard for me to give an opinion of a casino, having grown up here. After a while they all tend to blur into one another. But the guys really like the theater here, and it was just down the street from the restaurant. I like this theater, as far as movie theaters go, i'm just not a big fan of overly trendy places.



We went to see 'Watchemen'. The guys had both read the graphic novel so they had an idea of what to expect, and from what they said it followed the book very closely. I had never read it, or even heard of it until I started seeing commercials for it all over the place.

It wasn't what I expected, but it was still good. A little on the long side, and I got a bit restless, but we did go see the 10:40 showing so this old body that is not used to being out til 2 am probably was just protesting a bit.

I enjoyed all story line twists, the action, and the cgi was amazing, altho it was a bit disturbing to keep seeing a floating blue penis on the screene. From what I gathered Dr. Manhattan was like a ken doll in the book, so why they decided to make him anatomically correct in the film is beyond me. I mean he looked amazing, but your eyes kept being drawn back to the blue penis. At least mine were. I'll have to ask the guys.

Estrogen Overload

My house is under quarantine. At the moment I am currently experiencing... "that time of the month". Why, you ask, am I sharing this information with a bunch of total strangers? Because not only am I hormonal, crampy, emotional, bitchy, craving chocolate milk and cheese-its, and totally lazy, BOTH OF MY DOGS ARE IN HEAT. How in the hell did a responsible mother like myself let this happen? Totally wasn't my fault. My goal was to get them both spayed in March. This March. As in this month. Sunshine was supposed to go into heat in Feb. Never happened. So I was kind of expecting her to have hers now. Well, last weekend Miss Bella started showing symptoms. Now keep in mind she's only 8 months old. I raised her mother, Daisy, who didn't have her first heat cycle until she was like 14 months old. So I don't think I was wrong in expecting the same with Bella. Nope, she decided to be an early bloomer. I even called the vet, just to make sure something wasn't wrong, and he said that most larger dogs start between 6-8 months and that Daisy was just late. Wonderful. So now there are three moody, lethargic, can't get enough to eat or enough cuddle time making a puddle everywhere females in my house.

It is definately a chic film fest, half gallon of breyers ice cream and not getting out of my sweats all day kind of day. Hope everyone has a better friday.

Gerard Butler. Yum-o.

I have always had a weakness for men with accents. Southern. English. Scottish. Yep, show me a man with a sexy accent and i'm totally and completely hooked.

So when I first saw, and heard Gerard Butler in "300", lets just say it was love at first site. This man was to die for. Those stomach muscles. That voice. That passion. Those eyes. Just look. See? Those eye's that say 'I can make you do anything I want just by raising my eyebrown and smiling at you"? And he can.

After realizing that this gorgeous hunk of a man had been acting for quite some time, I quickly went for a walk through my dvd collection. Tomb Raider 2. Yep had it. Tomorrow Never Dies. Yep had that one too. You mean I had been watching this man for years and had not realized that he was so ...so... yummy?

See what I mean? Look at those abs. Lets all just pause and stare for a minute.

Okay minutes up. Clean up the drool.

Of course the role that completely made me fall for him was in PS I love you with Hilary Swank. The gorgeous Irish man who loves his woman so much that even after his death he sends her on a journey to find herself and her way in the world without him? Where do I sign up?

Battling my inner tree hugger

I have an addiction. Yep. I admit it. I am totally and completely addicted to magazines. Cooking ones, fashion ones, health, womens views, quilting, you name it I probably have a subscription to it.


But this addiction, like most, has it's pros and cons. The pros? My mailbox is usually filled with at least one, if not more, wonderful colorfilled issue of something that will capture my short attention span for at least an hour or two. Possibly sharing new recipes, craft ideas, or general knowledge that this over active mind just has to have.


The cons? There is absolutely nothing, and I do mean nothing, that I cannot gleam from these glossy pages that I cannot find on the internet. Heck, probably half of the 25 subcriptions that I have actually have an ONLINE magazine. Now where is the logic in that? They even put more stuff on their websites just to get you to log on to them.

So why do suckers like me continue to fill our landfills with these periodicals of useless knowledge? Because we are suckers. Old fashioned like to curl up on the couch with a glass of chocolate milk grew up with Bop and Teen Beat magazine suckers. We like the feel of the pages in our hands, the scents of the sample perfumes and whatever chemicals that might be affecting our brains. We like the mobility of a magazine. Curl it up, and it'll go with you anywhere.

Alot of my magazine subcriptions, probably half, are cooking magazines. Like I really need one more recipe for fried chicken, or that perfect pumpkin pie. But I have to admit that I have stolen, er, borrowed, well copied some of the recipes i've found in magazine and had great success. I do believe that's what they're there for afterall. To help us enrich our lives. And to make the perfect german chocolate pecan pie (Thank you Rachel Ray magazine.)

So next time you're inline in the grocery store and you're absently mindedly reading the front covers that are oh so conviently placed next to you, grab one. Take it home. Curl up on the couch and savor the smell, the small tidbits of advice, the glossy pictures of models in clothes that you would never wear. Become on with your inner teen again.

At least if some of ya'll do this I won't be alone in my obsession. Misery loves company afterall.

And you never know what knowledge will fall out of the pages and into your hot little hands. Could be just the thing you were looking for to show up that soccer mom down the street, you know miss perfect who knows everything about everything and everybody. Bet she didn't know that if you fed a dog slices of pineapple it would make his poop taste so bad he wouldn't eat it anymore.

Oh and just for the record, I do recycle all of my magazines. After cutting out all of the recipes and tips. And coupons. And cool decorating photos.

I'm such a follower

Every sunday over on SITS they list a whole bunch of cool giveaways. I, or you, get extra points if you like back to their site. I'm going to cheat this week and list them all on one post. I'm just feeling that lazy tonite.

Melissa over at The Scholastic Scribe is giving a $25 gift card to Target to the person who comes up with the best caption to this picture.

I came up with a few, but i'm not sure they would be considered PC. Or blog 'appropriate' material...

The Coco Cafe is giving away this gorgeous baby sling. I know several women who would love one of these as a gift. I've been doing some reading on the whole 'baby wearing' thing. I was raised where you always had a baby on your hip anyways, so this way you at least can use both of your hands. Altho I guess it's not as much of a feet when you can cook dinner, do the laundry, change a diaper and tie a shoe all with both hands as apposed to one. But I still think they're cool.

Xazmin over at This is the year is giving away your choice of these two cute girly packages for your little girl. Seeing as how I don't have any kids myself but am surround by pregnant women or newborns I thought this would work as a cute gift.

Mamarazzi over ad Dandelion Wishes is giving away a prize everymonth to one of her followers. I have been following her site for a few months now and she is just the coolest! Definately check her out.