DO NOT USE FOR STORAGE!!!

We had a bit of a fire last night. We bought our house from a little old lady who lived there for 80 years. She had a relatively new stove – purchased in 2006 and by the looks of it the oven had never been used. Scott was coming home around 7:30, and since it was so cold and late, I thought I’d just put a frozen pizza in the oven – you know quick and easy.

So, Scott got home and I started preheating the oven. After a few minutes, we noticed a peculiar smell. We figured it was because the oven had never been used. A few minutes after that, the smoke alarm went off, and I look in the window of the oven, where there was a spectacular fire!!! I knew there was nothing stored in the oven – I checked. I also knew it would be a bad idea to open it until the flames went out. I’ve killed some Tupperware in my time…

So the flames go out and I open the drawer under the stove. The drawer that is used for storage. You know, you put your cookie sheets or frying pans down there. The drawer that I hadn’t bothered to open yet because there was just so much more pressing stuff to do. So I open the drawer and find a broiling pan, on top of which is a black pile of ash. If I had to guess, I would say it had once been the owners manual. I pull out the broiling pan and put it into the sink. Pounded into the metal bottom of the drawer is a very important message. “DO NOT USE FOR STORAGE”.

I blame the little old lady.

Pizza turned out pretty good, actually!

Crazy comes in all shapes and sizes.

Today at work some people who worked upstairs decided to have a potluck - they each cooked a dish and brought them in to share with everyone. We used to have them all the time in our department but there were layoffs and now there aren't that many people left.

One of the women in this group is obsessed with the microwave. She often reheats her lunch 3 or 4 times during her lunch break. Today, though, she really out did herself. Someone brought in mini-meatballs in tomato sauce. This woman would go to the crock pot, place 1 meatball on her plate, put in the microwave for about a minute, bring it back to her place, sit down, and eat it. Then, she did it again. One meatball on the plate, one minute to re-heat it, sit, and eat. She did this 3 times before I left with my own heated lunch. (One 4 minute cycle, thank you very much)

If we only had one microwave in our lunch room, I would have smacked her.

Phew!

I almost did something REALLY stupid! I was tired of the Kodak software messing up the free patterns I was downloading, so I decided to uninstall it. Then I realized I could not find the 600 or so pictures I had previously downloaded from my camera. I did manage to find them, but not after experiencing a stomach dropping feeling. Ugh, that was AWFUL!

I had M&M's for lunch, but it wasn't my fault

Someone stole my lunch! We have a community fridge at work, and someone took my Smart Ones! I was pretty annoyed, and contemplated making a sign for all my future lunches: "I spit on this!"

Sooo......I had M&M's for lunch! Yum!