You may not like this, but...

http://blogs.orlandosentinel.com/sports_bianchi/2010/07/forget-southern-cal-alabama-is-ncaas-most-consistent-cheater.html

Thanks again to Amy Eddings for keeping me on the up and up.

ONLY 44 DAYS UNTIL FOOTBALL SEASON!

Office Antics Part 2

Like I mentioned before, there is never a dull day in my office... I thought Thursday afternoon's office banter was worth sharing with others:

It was the end of a busy afternoon, and I had just gotten back to my desk from running errands for my boss, Randy, who was sitting at his desk showing Shlomi, one of our crazy Israeli vendors, a video of his 3 year old. Shlomi laughs and says that it doesn't get any better than that age, and he wishes his children were still young. He goes on to say how much trouble his 16 year old and 14 year old can get in. His wife Sara, who I can honestly say is like an officer in the Israeli army, always barking orders to whoever answers the phone when she calls the office, he says, is worse than the CIA or the FBI. He goes on to say how she stalks her children on Facebook and listens in on their phone conversations. Upon hearing this, I start to giggle. Shlomi replies, "K.T. I am serious. Let me tell you what she did last week... She was our son's Facebook page, and his friend sent him a message saying that he had come to the city and smoked hookah. So, when I got home, Sara was on a tirade, screaming 'Did you know our son is smoking hookah?!?'" At this, Randy and I cannot stop laughing and are both getting red in the face. Shlomi laughs himself and then continues with his story; he responds to his wife saying, "What's a hookah? Is it a new drug? How come I have never tried this?" He said that this response frustrates his wife, and Randy adds his two cents saying, "Has Sara caught you smoking weed in the house again?" Shlomi responds "No, I am only allowed to smoke in my car now; she doesn't want the kids to find it." Then, he continues back with his story saying how his wife storms into the child's room demanding to know when and where he smoked hookah. Under Sara's wrath, the poor child said that he wasn't even there and that it was the night she wouldn't let him leave the house. Shlomi goes onto to say that he was laughing behind her back as Sara disciplines their child. But, she does not just stop there; she butts into everyone else's business and calls all of the parents of 16 year olds in their Long Island, Israeli neighborhood and tell them that their children are smoking hookah and need to be punished, causing an uproar in the whole community... Randy and I are laughing hysterically as Shlomi finishes up. Eventually, typical Randy gains his composure and gets back to business saying "That's enough, that's enough. Shlomi I have some shirts you can buy for $4.00 and sell for $4.50, that is $900 for your weed for the month." Shlomi's response "Alright, I will take them." Just another typical day in the office.

WDE!!!!

War Damn Eagle Bitches! Maybe Leo D will meet me in Auburn for the Georgia game...

http://www.popsugar.com/Slide-Picture-Leonardo-DiCaprio-Cape-Town-Airport-South-Africa-8995813

Special thanks to my good friend Amy Eddings for emailing me this!! Who knew Leo loved my college as much as I do!!!!

"I'm in NANTUCKET Trick"

Oh the 4th of July; Nantucket was everything that I hoped it would be and more.

Our vacay started out after work with a drive to Boston. Daniel Boone, Mary Leigh and I decided to start a happy hour in the car (Adam, the driver, was pretty pleased). We get to Boston and Hans's friend, Tim, who was nice enough to let us stay with him, was already at the bar so we were just going to meet him there. Well, the GPS gets us a little lost and says to make "a legal U-turn" at the next light. So, Mary Leigh, Daniel, and I are like "oh yeah make the U-turn it says it's legal." Adam takes our drunken advice and makes the U-turn; we immediately get pulled over. The cop turned out to be pretty nice and just gave Adam a warning, but at the same time, we still don't know where this bar is we are supposed to be going. We look up the address again, and realized that we are right in front of it. We got pulled over directly in front of the bar that we were going to; good thing the cop had already driven off.

The next morning, since we were going off of 2 hours of sleep and were trying to catch the 9:15am ferry, we were driving like a bat out of hell, following the boys in the car in front of us to Hyannis. Since Adam is not a professional Nascar driver, we lose them ,and we get worried that we are going to get lost and miss the ferry. We are driving along what we assume is the right direction, when we suddenly notice their Tahoe pulled over on the side of the Interstate. I was thinking great they have a flat tire or something and we are definitely going to miss the ferry. But then I notice that they are all standing next to each other with their backs to the road and the car. They were all just in a line peeing. We honked, they waved, we kept going. Normal?

I LOVED LOVED LOVED every single thing about Nantucket; it was adorable. It is amazing to me how such a beautiful place with such classy people can be a total shitshow at the same time. The beach is really cool because cars can drive on it, but as we were peddling our bikes up to the "party beach" a cop stopped us and told us that if we were caught with open containers we would be arrested. Of course, we are like oh no, but we knew our friends were already there and that there was no way they were all sitting around sober playing Frisbee. So, we take our chances. Turns out there is no possible way that the Nantucket police station could hold all of the alcoholics on that beach, even if they tried. Pretty much if you were drinking out of a solo cup or using a koozie then you were fine. We are all drinking, taking in the atmosphere, and having a great time when the group next to us starts chanting "Ole! Ole! Ole!" as a guy chugs Jose Cuervo straight from the handle. Immediately, a cop on a 4-wheeler pulls up, which draws the attention of the entire surrounding beach, including our group. The cop starts to reprimand the guy and asks him to pour out the rest of the handle, and of course the guy tries to plead his case. Apparently, the cop won because the guy began pouring all of his Jose Cuervo into the sand, which ignited a very loud "BOOOOOOO" from the entire beach. As he is pleading with the cop and pouring out his alcohol, his friend sticks his head underneath the bottle and starts drinking the straight tequila that was being poured out; all of this is happening right in front of the cop. The entire beach starts chanting "USA! USA! USA!", and the cop just laughs, shakes his head, and gets on his 4-wheeler and drives off. It was pretty priceless.

The rest of the weekend was just as crazy, and I think I can speak for everyone when I say that we were all sad to leave on Monday hungover, sunburned, and tired. No one was looking forward to the 2 hour ferry followed by 4 hour car ride that we had ahead of us. The ferry was too hot and sticky to be pleasant for me, and I was ready to get in the car with the AC so I could just sleep. We get out of Cape Cod with minimal traffic and are cruising through Rhode Island; we are all doing the math and decide we will be back in the City by 8ish and are talking about what shows we are going to watch. Suddenly, Mary Leigh notices that her book and pillow that were on the floorboard of the passenger seat are soaking wet, and it was soon determined that something from the air conditioning was leaking. So, Adam turns the AC off, which just so happens to be the exact same time that traffic comes to a standstill. Adam can handle extreme heat; Mary Leigh, Daniel, and I, all being from the deep South ironically enough, cannot deal with it. Anyone that remotely close to knows the
three of us knows that we are probably the 3 worst people that could have been in the car with Adam (God bless him). In the back seat, me and Daniel were trying our hardest to hold out on the complaining, but we were drenched with sweat and our skin was getting redder by the minute. Mary Leigh initiates the bitching, which gets all three of us wound up. Needless to say, there were a lot of "I'm dying", "I think I am going to be sick", and "Is there any way we can catch up to Hans and get in the car with them?" After about an hour of pleading, crying, and begging, we convince Adam that nothing is wrong with his AC and that we cannot possibly sit at a standstill in 96 degree heat another minute. He relentlessly turns it back on. The traffic though does not move. We end up not getting home until 11pm, which was a solid 12 hours since we had left the hotel. We could have flown to London and back. The long car ride back, the hangovers, and the sunburns were all worth it though because it was a phenomenal weekend...