Challenges & Squirrels

So...
The DeShazo and I had a two week challenge of no eating out....that started over two weeks ago.
We were not successful....and we blame Napoleon's.
You can read The DeShazo's thoughts about that here and of her stress eating...which I happen to agree with...only I like to eat when I'm not stressed too:)
I chose the challenge as a punishment for her choosing to make me to live without coke for two weeks.
I would just like to note that I succeeded with no coke, but have drank plenty since. I guess you can say I "stockpiled" pop from the fantastic Buy for Less sale two weeks ago, as I ended up with 16 pops total for $4.00.  Even though I'm not a Pepsi brand fan, I can lower my standards for $.25 a two-liter...especially when I have a pop addiction. (For those wondering how many cake mixes I bought....I only got 14......and then this last week they had another big sale and I ended up with 40 yogurts for only $10....but not to worry...they won't be out of date until November 5th.)

The Deshazo and I have a new challenge.
We must dress up for 1 week straight at work.  Yes, I know we work in a law office and you would expect that two college graduates working for an attorney would be dressed up daily.

Nope.

We actually have a bombdotcom boss who is pretty forgiving when it comes to clothing.

If you clicked on The DeShazo's blog, then you already know yoga pants happen often.  I mean, they are black? Isn't black dressed up?
My favorite item of clothing to wear to work has been my faithful Adidas wind pants...but I have none that fit at the moment...and no fat jokes peeps...they are too big!
Anyway, The DeShazo and I can't quit eating crap, so we figure if we actually have to button up jeans or wear a dress that's actually halfway decent, we won't eat as much.  Something about the yoga pants makes you so comfortable that you feel the need to eat junk...or Napoleon's.

Since The Boss was brought up...he is pretty cool...except for when he posts nonsense articles on my Facebook in order to cause humiliation.  While I can explain why he chose a squirrel joke, I will not be able to explain what it was in retaliation for.  Some things just need to stay at the Rice Law Firm.

Explanation:  Once upon a time, my boss decided to post a photo on Facebook referencing my enjoyment of eating squirrel..( please note that I do NOT like squirrel).

Long ago, when I first started working at the law firm, a conversation was held about the hickness of Arkansas. (Please note that those conversations are still on-going).  Anyway, I don't even remember how eating squirrel was brought up....but for reason... I stupidly admitted that my parents/brother tricked me into eating squirrel.
Now, where I'm from, this is completely common and normal...just like eating deer meat (which I love).  I drew the line at squirrel. My parents/brother could not fathom why I wouldn't eat it and threw a huge fit about it.  So, I was told we were having chicken and dumplings for dinner one night.  After I ate a ton of it, the truth came out...the dumplings were made with squirrel meat...not chicken.....and to the boss....that totally hickified me.
I will also add that since that time, The Boss has made me inform him of how many "animals I've eaten".
(Also note that I refused squirrel my whole life...even after the dumplings that were actually quite good.)




So, this year, Martinez, LG & I will not be able to go home for Thanksgiving or Christmas. Martinez started a new job mid-year, so he only gets a week vacation and we burned three of those days to move...and another day will be used in two weeks when he has Lasik.
With that being said, my brother's family, my parents and us will be celebrating Christmas in about three weeks.  We have rented some cabins at Mt. Magazine and can't wait!  This was the only time all of us could get together over a weekend and it's going to be fun.  We are all super pumped!!!!! LG keeps walking around saying "Unky Chad! Unky Chad"!

Photos from the weekend..

Until Next Time....



Ma'dam Martinez


**Sorry for the typos**

You're Gonna Hear Me

ROAR.

I'm pretty sure I wrote that song in my dreams....

Dreams you say?? I've had about 2-3 weeks of glorious sleep with no drug dealin' involved, until last night, wherein I became a for real pimp and now have thugs under me who do my footwork.  I thought it was gonna be much safer, until I got cut down my face as a threat/warning to make sure my peeps weren't informants, ect.  Since my crew consisted of family, I felt they were "clean".
The crazy part to this dream?  I woke up with a  big scratch down my face this morning.
I hope this leaves before my dreams lead me to jail.



The Martinez family has been so busy lately....we had no idea that we would have so much yard maintenance/clearing at the new house.
All of the yard work led to us investigating for safety purposes stalking the new, shirtless neighbor with the red solo cup.  Well, technically I guess it's not stalking if it's not affecting him....and he doesn't know.

First off, let me say that the first interaction with the new neighbor happened with Martinez, Liv, Neighbor (P) and his little girl.  I was off getting my nails done when he walked on over to introduce himself.
Martinez informed me that night that the "wife" stayed in the car.
Ever since then, I've been looking for this "wife". P and his kiddo are outside a lot, as are we, so several smiles/waves and small talk convos have occurred, but a wife was never outside and it was driving me nuts.
Martinez and I had several conversations in the beginning about P.
I immediately went to first worst case scenario.
1)- He locks his wife up during the day.
2) -They only have one car....so he doesn't let her have any independence... what if he beats her???Surely something is going on b/c who wouldn't want to be outside ...ever...with your family.
3)- He's always shirtless with a red solo cup.  So he's obviously an alcoholic and that's the issue.

Martinez even started getting a little unsettled since our little ones wanted to play so much....so the research began.

We I may or may not have been wrong about P.

Through the county assessor, OSCN and Facebook, we discovered that there is no "wife".  There is an older daughter, and he's absolutely NOT a bad person or criminal at all.
At some point, after we really get to know P, I'll confess our judgment of him and how I thought he kept his wife in secret and how I planned a whole scheme to get her out while he was away b/c I knew about when he arrived home in the evenings.
I probably shouldn't have read Jayce Dugard's book... I blame that.

I was feeling so guilty that I made his family a baked spaghetti and sent Martinez over with it on Friday.
I will also add that the "red solo cup" is actually just a red household cup, as we have had many interactions since my initial judgment.

Moral of this story?
No, not that you shouldn't judge folks...b/c we all already know that....
It's that if you get a baked spaghetti from me out of the blue.....I probably know your life's history, read your divorce Decree and know how many miles to gallon your getting.:):)

Just kidding....kinda.


A few photos from lately..

Until Next Time.....


Ma'dam Martinez