The things I do for family...

Since my office for work is moving, I've been working from home this week. Which is great, unless your dad works from home and is constantly tying up the phone line, or unless your little brother is home as well, which is what the case was on Monday. Apparently he had no school due to "Easter break." Um, what? No fair.

He can only watch so much tv. I let him watch Spy Kids 3, while I worked and got alot of stuff done. After that, he begged me to put in the password (my mom locks everything around this house, including the tv) and I told him no. I thought he didn't need to watch anymore tv for the day. "Go outside, or draw or something," I said. But if course he didn't want to do that. And I couldn't do any of those things with him, because I actually had work to get done.

So naturally, a fight ensued. He ran upstairs to my parents bedroom to watch tv (which doesn't have any locks on it). I kicked him out of their room, but not without him pushing me into their dresser and me tackling him on their bed. I finally threw him into his room, where I maturely shut the door and held it so he couldn't get out. All this took place while he was throwing things at the closed door and at one point he threatened to jump out the window, to which I replied "Don't break any bones."

The above scene was in motion when my dad got home. After he lectured him, he let him watch tv. Which basically ruined all the hard work I had just done. But after work, and after he apologized to me for being a jerk, I decided we should spend some quality time together. I played basketball with him, we chased after the dog in the backyard, and played Go Fish and Crazy 8's.

Then we decided to color. We drew pictures to send my brother with the wrong school mascot colors and even signed them by people he dislikes--i.e. his ex-girlfriend. We're classy like that. And then I decided we should each draw a picture to give to our dog.

His picture:

This is of a baseball diamond, and the gray part is a tornado coming. My brother is terrified of tornadoes. And clearly the yellow part that is labeled Hailey is an accurate depiction of our dog.

My picture:

So, a long time ago when I was laying down with my brother to get him to sleep, I told him a story about our dog and during the story, he decided she needed to have a boyfriend. So he named her boyfriend Prancer (inspired by one of Santa's reindeers. Obviously). That's who's shown in this picture. He's woofing at Hailey (our dog) because Hailey is escaping in a hot air balloon because she has just found out that Prancer has a new girlfriend. The inside of the basket is full of doggie bones for her journey. The volcano is about to erupt, and there's a tornado (courtesy of my brother) chasing the new girlfriend.

Bon Voyage!

No Reservations

Today's spotlight for my Travel Fridays series is Anthony Bourdain's show No Reservations.

I have found memories of watching this show with M on our comfy green couch. While we could never quite keep up with all the episodes on our dvr, we did make a healthy dent in them. But it doesn't matter that we didn't finish watching all of them because each episode takes you on a different adventure. And for me, that's what draws me in. I'm all for adventure, and travel while watching Anthony swear, eat massive amounts of food, while boozing it up, doesn't hurt at all.

If you haven't watched this show before, I strongly encourage you to do so. After every episode I watch, I find myself getting pinched by the travel bug and day dreaming about my next adventure.

Here's a snippet of an episode where Anthony went to DC to eat some fish n chips. Enjoy!

The Importance of Locks

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So this just happened. But let me give you a bit of background info first.

My office is very unique. Yes, that word means crappy. We're stuck on the "garden" level (aka the basement) of a three-story-building. On our said level, our offices have tons of windows including the door. So basically I work inside a fishbowl. Thankfully, my desk faces the wall/garden level windows, so I don't have to deal with people staring at me.

But my particular office is in the back corner, surrounded on either side by offices from the company we share this space with. But mine is directly across from the bathrooms. And the bathrooms are just as unique. They are single stall ones, but not the corporate type. They are like artisty type ones. One is all steel and metal and the other is all homey with wall scones. But there's only two. Two for the entire office. And it should be noted that the doors to the bathrooms also have windows but they are covered up with tapestries.

Fast forward to approximately five minutes ago.


Me: Man I have to pee.

So I start walking to the nice homey bathroom. I don't hear the fan on, which is usually how I know if anyone is in there. I don't even pay attention, and don't see all the lights on, and turn the knob of the door and....

...and there's a boy! In the bathroom! Going pee!

I see him, my mouth drops open, I mumble something about saying sorry, all while he turns his neck around to see me, and grabs the door shut. BUT HE DOESN'T LOCK IT. So how I am supposed to know no one is in there, when there's barely any lights on, no fan going, and it's not locked???

That might friends is why locks were invented. To keep people out and maintain privacy.

Thankfully, I just sat at my desk and faced the wall and pretended to be really fascinated with my computer. And it's a good thing this guy doesn't work in this office. I think he's a client of the other company's.

After that, just in case there might be someone else using said bathroom, I used the handicap bathroom with a raised toilet seat. No, I'm not proud of that, but I really had to pee. And no, I'm not telling my coworker I used her special seat. That would be TMI.