Miscellaneous!

CAUGHT RED HANDED

Nothing too special here, but I thought this was hilarious. I wend downstairs to see what Clint was doing and found him hunched over the kitchen counter eating watermelon. Like a two year old. There was juice everywhere, and when I walked in he had that 'hand caught in a cookie jar' look on his face. It was too cute. TOOT TOOT

(that was me tooting my own horn.)

So I have to brag here. I have been training a gal now for about two months. We took before pics and measurements at the start, and I did again today so we can track our progress, and she has lost serious inches! Everywhere! Bust, bicep, waist, butt...everywhere! We were both very happy. It makes the early mornings worth it to see progress like that! (If only it were me that were losing the inches!)

MEAT MONSTERS

Several of you have already heard this story, but I have to share. Probably one of the scarier moments in my life happened yesterday. Sage and I had been out running errands. I came home and opened my garage door, pulled in, and hopped out. In my garage were two scary looking dudes. One had long scraggly hair, covered in tattoos, the other was a Hispanic w/ several tats of his own. It's like they were waiting for me, because their truck was not at my house when I pulled up, and they somehow walked in without me seeing them. I screamed, caught off guard, and they asked if I wanted to buy meat from them. I said heck no, but apparently they thought I said yes, because they walked into my house! Holy crap! I did all the wrong things in this situation, because I should've gotten right back in my car and left. But no, being the idiot that I am, I picked up Sage and followed them in. I kept my keys and phone in my hand in case I needed to make a run for it, cause that's what was going through my head. So the guy w/ the long hair walks into my family room and starts looking around, like he was casing the place out or something. Then he pulls out a knife and gives me this strange look, then uses the knife to open a box of meat. I thought for sure he was going to open the box and pull out a gun or something, but thank heavens it was just meat. So they proceed to tell me that I AM going to buy from them, because they are on food stamps and need gas money. I tell them that I have no cash, don't keep cash on my house anywhere, that I don't want any meat, and that my husband is on his way home. Because they didn't seem to be listening to me, or leaving, I called Clint. Thank heavens he was like two minutes away, which was strange in itself, because this was around two o'clock in the afternoon and he very rarely gets home that early. Anyway, he sped home and kicked them out just by showing up. He can look scary when he wants to. Everything ended up ok, but I was seriously scared out of my mind. I was ready to take Sage and high-tail it out of there! Needless to say, I have had nightmares about it. When I got up to feed Sage last night I had to turn the lights on b/c I was so scared. I am a pansy for sure now. Anyway, I've learned my lesson. I am done answering doors for solicitors, and will be being much more cautious now!