Ok, so I came across a video on YouTube that cracked me up. I seriously can't control my laughter. Too bad this wouldn't ever make it on the show "Kids Say the Darnedest Things".
Warning: this may be offensive to some, but it's totally innocent, I promise!
Click here to watch.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
An Ode.
EvRo once wrote an ode about me and now I'm passing the torch to a recent birthday girl. I love birthdays (aka-going out to dinner with friends). This particular night started off at Woodranch BBQ and ended with yumminess at my house. Thank goodness Cheryl was born so we could have a reason to celebrate!
Other reasons I like Cheryl:
-she gave me a sewing machine
-she taught me how to knit
-she recruited me for my current job
-she gave my sister a bed
-she makes yummy cookies
-she refinishes her own furniture
-we laugh about past ward council meetings together
-she was in a rock band in high school
-she grew up in the town that my brother is serving his mission in right now
-she's my neighbor (and doesn't try to light my house on fire)
-she's done the seemingly impossible... she's beginning to tame the Jimbotron
-she's freakin' hot... what else can I say?!
Other reasons I like Cheryl:
-she gave me a sewing machine
-she taught me how to knit
-she recruited me for my current job
-she gave my sister a bed
-she makes yummy cookies
-she refinishes her own furniture
-we laugh about past ward council meetings together
-she was in a rock band in high school
-she grew up in the town that my brother is serving his mission in right now
-she's my neighbor (and doesn't try to light my house on fire)
-she's done the seemingly impossible... she's beginning to tame the Jimbotron
-she's freakin' hot... what else can I say?!
Tortilla chip posing as Chris & Jessica
Lanara & Christian
Cheryl & Jimbotron
Courtney & Jeff
Dane & Jessica
Maggie, Kristen & Kim
Emily & Julia
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Update Time!
Q: "Did you fall of the face of the Earth?"
A: Yes, but hopefully I'm back for a while.
Where to begin... goodness.
Wedding stuff
Courtney and I finally finished designing, proofing, printing, cutting, assembling, labeling, and sending over 600 invitations to her upcoming wedding. They turned out perfect for her. I estimated that I made over 6400 slices with the paper cutter just for her registry cards. Add to that the vellum overlay, announcement, temple ceremony invite, luncheon invite, direction cards, and tiny thank you tags for reception favors and you can imagine how long it took us to just cut them out! Next time remind me to hire someone. Well, let's hope there's not a next time!
Kami and Jenny and I threw Courtney's bridal shower this past weekend. A couple days before the anticipated event I received an email from my mom. She was kindly reminding me to keep things on the clean side. She continued, "Don't you dare and say 'Oh my gosh mom!' Did I catch you with those words in your mouth? Have fun and I wish I could be there. Love, Mom." Mothers definitely know their daughters! She caught me. I'm proud to report we kept things as clean as possible... as clean as Kami and I could be after spending well over $100 at a certain fun store. ;) 29 days and counting until the big day! Congrats!
Apartment stuff
Speaking of roommates, last night the 4 of us had a "Going Away Dinner" at PF Chang's in Santa Monica. Courtney will be moving out next week, Kami is officially closing on a condo, Jenny is on the hunt for a new roommates, and I'm moving a couple blocks away to live with Sara and TBD roommates. I never thought this day would come so soon, it's very sad but exciting at the same time. They say change is good, right?
If anyone out there has a heart and a little time, we'd LOVE your help moving furniture on Saturday, May 24th. (Jim, I promise that my Red Couch of Love will be easier to move this time—and that it won't eat your foot!)
Let's pray I have better luck with homeless men and arson at my new residence.
Creative Stuff
Courtney and I celebrated Easter with a class at CAFAM. We learned how to make Pysanky--Ukrainian Easter Eggs. My mother used to make these when I was young and the class caught my attention after walking past the museum on my way to work. It was super fun and a lot easier than I remember it being. If anyone is interested in learning, I'd love to show you how to do it. I bought a book with hundreds of designs and all the supplies to make dozens of eggs.
They're made with a batik method. You place beeswax on the egg with a little tool, called a Derlin, where you'd like to preserve that color, then dye the egg in the next color and repeat the waxing process. After doing this multiple times, you carefully melt all the wax off the egg and it leaves beautiful, brightly colored designs.
Here's an example of a traditional 8-pointed red star.
Work Stuff
Even though I'm averaging 60 hrs/week at work, I'm still loving my new job. A couple weeks ago I finished up a huge campaign for the Style Network-- Season 2 of Kimora: Life in the Fab Lane. I made mall posters, billboards, bus kiosk posters, ads, online banners and wallpapers, and a double-decker bus-wrap. The Photoshop file that was used for all of this artwork was gigantic, to say the least. Let's just say there were over 250 layers in this one document (and I still know every single one by name). ALL HAIL THE PRINCESS!
Did anyone see this is People magazine this week?!
We just finished up the entire campaign for The Soup too. If you've ever seen this show, you know how hilariously sarcastic Joel McHale is when it comes to "The Industry" (entertainment industry for those not living in Los Angeles). These ads are ridiculously funny. I couldn't help but laugh when I was preparing them for print. I think the Bimbos billboard is my favorite of the series. There are a bunch of them, but here's a couple so you can see what I'm talking about.
I'm sure I can come up with a couple more things to blog about today... check back soon for another update on my crazy life!
A: Yes, but hopefully I'm back for a while.
Where to begin... goodness.
Wedding stuff
Courtney and I finally finished designing, proofing, printing, cutting, assembling, labeling, and sending over 600 invitations to her upcoming wedding. They turned out perfect for her. I estimated that I made over 6400 slices with the paper cutter just for her registry cards. Add to that the vellum overlay, announcement, temple ceremony invite, luncheon invite, direction cards, and tiny thank you tags for reception favors and you can imagine how long it took us to just cut them out! Next time remind me to hire someone. Well, let's hope there's not a next time! Kami and Jenny and I threw Courtney's bridal shower this past weekend. A couple days before the anticipated event I received an email from my mom. She was kindly reminding me to keep things on the clean side. She continued, "Don't you dare and say 'Oh my gosh mom!' Did I catch you with those words in your mouth? Have fun and I wish I could be there. Love, Mom." Mothers definitely know their daughters! She caught me. I'm proud to report we kept things as clean as possible... as clean as Kami and I could be after spending well over $100 at a certain fun store. ;) 29 days and counting until the big day! Congrats!
Apartment stuff
Speaking of roommates, last night the 4 of us had a "Going Away Dinner" at PF Chang's in Santa Monica. Courtney will be moving out next week, Kami is officially closing on a condo, Jenny is on the hunt for a new roommates, and I'm moving a couple blocks away to live with Sara and TBD roommates. I never thought this day would come so soon, it's very sad but exciting at the same time. They say change is good, right?
If anyone out there has a heart and a little time, we'd LOVE your help moving furniture on Saturday, May 24th. (Jim, I promise that my Red Couch of Love will be easier to move this time—and that it won't eat your foot!)
Let's pray I have better luck with homeless men and arson at my new residence.
Creative Stuff
Courtney and I celebrated Easter with a class at CAFAM. We learned how to make Pysanky--Ukrainian Easter Eggs. My mother used to make these when I was young and the class caught my attention after walking past the museum on my way to work. It was super fun and a lot easier than I remember it being. If anyone is interested in learning, I'd love to show you how to do it. I bought a book with hundreds of designs and all the supplies to make dozens of eggs.
They're made with a batik method. You place beeswax on the egg with a little tool, called a Derlin, where you'd like to preserve that color, then dye the egg in the next color and repeat the waxing process. After doing this multiple times, you carefully melt all the wax off the egg and it leaves beautiful, brightly colored designs.
Here's an example of a traditional 8-pointed red star.
Work Stuff
Even though I'm averaging 60 hrs/week at work, I'm still loving my new job. A couple weeks ago I finished up a huge campaign for the Style Network-- Season 2 of Kimora: Life in the Fab Lane. I made mall posters, billboards, bus kiosk posters, ads, online banners and wallpapers, and a double-decker bus-wrap. The Photoshop file that was used for all of this artwork was gigantic, to say the least. Let's just say there were over 250 layers in this one document (and I still know every single one by name). ALL HAIL THE PRINCESS!
Did anyone see this is People magazine this week?!We just finished up the entire campaign for The Soup too. If you've ever seen this show, you know how hilariously sarcastic Joel McHale is when it comes to "The Industry" (entertainment industry for those not living in Los Angeles). These ads are ridiculously funny. I couldn't help but laugh when I was preparing them for print. I think the Bimbos billboard is my favorite of the series. There are a bunch of them, but here's a couple so you can see what I'm talking about.
I'm sure I can come up with a couple more things to blog about today... check back soon for another update on my crazy life!
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Encounters of the Urinal Kind
I was at Target and needed to use the bathroom. A huge red sign entitled RESTROOM was hung just above a little corridor opening. I made a bee-line inside, narrowly missing a guy on his way out. It was too late. I walked in to find a man standing at a urinal, just as the guy I passed came back and said, "Uhh, this is the men's room." Woops!
But don't worry, not 5 hours later my sister and I were at dinner with our family as we walked to the back of the restaurant in search of restrooms. (Gigantic doses of diet Pepsi makes your bladder work over-time, just FYI.) I was determined not to make the same mistake twice... I checked the sign on the door this time, but Courtney didn't! I grabbed her just as she started walking in to the men's restroom in front of me. I'm such a nice sister! Maybe I should have let her learn on her own.
What is it with me and restrooms? I don't get it.
BTW- The women's restroom sign was not working at Target... it's totally not my fault! Although I'm sure the look on my face was priceless as I entered the wrong room, the look on Urinal-Man's face was even better--shock and horror. It was like a deer in headlights! It made me giggle. :)
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Booby-Traps in St. George
I went to St. George this past weekend with Courtney and Christian (her fiancé). We met my parents and grandma there. My mom was speaking at an art convention thing, so I went along for the ride; Courtney went to her friend's wedding reception; and my parents FINALLY got to meet Christian! But what I really want to express here is the silliness my parents posses.
I got a phone call from my dad on our drive up there. This is basically how it went...
It had been booby-trapped. I realized this once I saw three strategically placed name-tags hanging on the headboards above the three "bodies" that read "Christian", "Courtney", and "Jessica." My parents and grandma are ridiculous!
They blew up a bunch of balloons and put them under the covers of the bed to make it look like people where sleeping when we opened the door to our room at 2:00am! They also made a crazy scavenger hunt for Christian around the room that led to the mini-fridge where they left 3 bottles of Martinelli's and a bunch of Reese's Buttercups (his favorite). Not only that... but there were so many streamers hanging up around the room that we couldn't even walk to the bed from the door! Oh... and the best part... [my mom thinks she's so funny] they bought plastic bugs and put them all over the hotel room. They purposely left a message on our phone so we'd pick up the receiver and find a big black spider. Very Funny. I didn't want to wake the Big Bad Wolf, so I sent my dad a text message that read, "Ha Ha."
Thankfully Christian does have a sense of humor and appreciated the ugly heart-shaped zebra-print and pink fringed pillow my mom left for him as a "welcome to the family". It was the tackiest thing she could find at the Dollar Store across the street (so she says). Pink is the devil to Christian, so it made it even better. :) Don't worry, my parents weren't exactly playing favorites. For me, I was left this ugly yellow Easter Egg looking toy that you press and a different face appears each time. On the note attached, this is what my loving family wrote...
The only embarrassing encounter between my parents and Christian came about because of me. I didn't mean to make him stutter and blush, but it was just so funny, I couldn't help it. Courtney was in the middle of a story to my parents about how nice and cute Christian was to her... and I injected, "Yeah, tell mom and dad what Christian got you for Valentine's Day!" To which Christian swallowed all the air in the room as Courtney exclaimed, "He got me a Victoria's Secret gift card!" My mom thought it was adorable (as did Courtney and I), but my dad just sat there and rolled his eyes. Poor Christian. He didn't really know what to do. It was classic.
Welcome to the family.
I got a phone call from my dad on our drive up there. This is basically how it went...
Dad: You're not on speaker phone, right?At this point I thought, "Oh dear, what are they going to do to this poor guy?!" All I could imagine was my dad waiting in our hotel room for us to arrive while cleaning his shotgun. Stupid and cliché, I know, but that's really what raced through my mind! What could they be up to?
Me: No.
Dad: Good. Does Christian have a sense of humor?
Me: Yes... why?But it wasn't as bad as I thought. We opened the door to our hotel room in St. George about an hour later and the three of us halted. Did the front desk give us the wrong key? The tv was blaring and three bodies were in the two beds. Then I looked closer.
Dad: Just making sure. We didn't want to scare him off completely before he meets us!
It had been booby-trapped. I realized this once I saw three strategically placed name-tags hanging on the headboards above the three "bodies" that read "Christian", "Courtney", and "Jessica." My parents and grandma are ridiculous!
They blew up a bunch of balloons and put them under the covers of the bed to make it look like people where sleeping when we opened the door to our room at 2:00am! They also made a crazy scavenger hunt for Christian around the room that led to the mini-fridge where they left 3 bottles of Martinelli's and a bunch of Reese's Buttercups (his favorite). Not only that... but there were so many streamers hanging up around the room that we couldn't even walk to the bed from the door! Oh... and the best part... [my mom thinks she's so funny] they bought plastic bugs and put them all over the hotel room. They purposely left a message on our phone so we'd pick up the receiver and find a big black spider. Very Funny. I didn't want to wake the Big Bad Wolf, so I sent my dad a text message that read, "Ha Ha."
Thankfully Christian does have a sense of humor and appreciated the ugly heart-shaped zebra-print and pink fringed pillow my mom left for him as a "welcome to the family". It was the tackiest thing she could find at the Dollar Store across the street (so she says). Pink is the devil to Christian, so it made it even better. :) Don't worry, my parents weren't exactly playing favorites. For me, I was left this ugly yellow Easter Egg looking toy that you press and a different face appears each time. On the note attached, this is what my loving family wrote...
"Dear Jessica,I should have been offended, but I burst out laughing. My parents thought they were so funny. Yeah, very funny.
It's your lucky day! Pick your favorite Prince [ugly faced Eater Egg thing] and get married before your grandmother dies.
Love,
Grandma"
The only embarrassing encounter between my parents and Christian came about because of me. I didn't mean to make him stutter and blush, but it was just so funny, I couldn't help it. Courtney was in the middle of a story to my parents about how nice and cute Christian was to her... and I injected, "Yeah, tell mom and dad what Christian got you for Valentine's Day!" To which Christian swallowed all the air in the room as Courtney exclaimed, "He got me a Victoria's Secret gift card!" My mom thought it was adorable (as did Courtney and I), but my dad just sat there and rolled his eyes. Poor Christian. He didn't really know what to do. It was classic.
Welcome to the family.
Christian & Courtney
Classic ring shot
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Koo Koo
Across the street from my office lies a small Mecca of food establishments. Today I ventured for a little chicken at Koo Koo Roo to satisfy my lack of breakfast and fast approaching dinner. Just before leaving, I made my way to the restroom. Before I go on, no... I didn't break any toilets... and it's not a sickening story (or sorts) either. I walked in to find a pretty average two-stall fast-food chain restroom. One door was closed, the other open. I walked into the open stall, turned to close the door and before I could lock it I heard a very direct voice state, "UNAVAILABLE!" I stopped and thought, "Hmm, ok..." I continued to lock the door to the stall that I was in. Again I heard, "UNAVAILABLE! This bathroom is TAKEN!" Ok... so I responded hesitantly, "There are two stalls in here and I have to use the bathroom." To which this obviously upset woman said, "Why would you say that to me? Of course I know there are two stalls in here!" I was utterly confused. So I went about my business as she continued to have a one-way conversation with me that went something like this... "I'm the Koo Koo Roo grandmother. Yesterday and walked in on a woman by accident in this stall and I saw her, but I quickly closed the door. It's not like we all don't have the same parts. The mechanics are all the same. Some are just made in different shapes and sizes. Why would you say there's another stall in here? It's such a nice day out today. I brought my quilted jacket to work today, but I should have left it at home. But I'm glad I brought it because I have a meeting tonight until 9:00pm and you know it gets chilly by 9:00pm in Los Angeles. So I'm glad I brought my quilted jacket."
To all of this, I responded, "Uh huh."
I sat in my stall thinking, "Is she really talking to me? Maybe she's on the phone and I've just responded like an idiot." But no. Who talks to strangers through stall walls? I wanted to get out ASAP, but I didn't want to be accosted by this woman while washing my hands. How was I going to get out of this? She beat me to "the flush". So I waited... and waited... for a good minute-plus for her to finish washing and drying her hands... strike up a new conversation with another girl waiting for the restroom, and finally LEAVE!
I made it out alive. Koo Koo!
Monday, February 11, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Reasons to Celebrate
1. The Psych marathon on the USA Network two weeks ago. Our DVR (tivo) was filled to the brim with episodes of my favorite tv show! I was nice to my roommates this past weekend and watched them all, thereby freeing up the very coveted DVR space.
2. The Knitting/Crocheting group re-united on Cheryl's Couch (literally) this past Wednesday. The night was a huge success... chocolate cookies with a Rolo surprise, juicy gossiping (ok, not really), fantastic company, and lots of pretty yarn! I finished a baby pirate hat for Autumn's new niece/nephew. I rock at crocheting skull and cross bones.
3. The new Conair blow-dryer I bought last night at Target. I dropped Courtney off at LAX and headed straight to Target. I had one thing on my mind: find a bathroom ASAP. Once there I didn't think it would hurt to window shop. I grabbed a couple of items I've been putting off and stood in the longest line of Target shoppers I've EVER seen. 25 minutes and a new friend I met in line later, I exited with purchases in-hand. My new friend assured me that the blow-dryer I bought was absolutely fantastic. She was right. This morning I was in love.
4. Sara's birthday email invite. If you weren't invited—count yourself lucky. Everyone on that list about had a heart attack after reading we'd been invited to a Cuddle Party. About 24 hours later she sent another email reading, "Just kidding!" The real celebration is tonight: happy hour sushi and ice cream. Yum.
5. Las Brisas for brunch last Saturday morning. A small group of us got together at my favorite little restaurant in Laguna Beach. We spent the rest of the day walking around Balboa Island, trying to eat our frozen Balboa Bars while laughing, and chatting it up at a sports bar (Plewe and Ham had to see the end of the BYU-Utah game). We ended the day with a movie, but not before we witnessed the greatest advertising hoax ever.
6. Bagel Thursdays at work. Oh, did I mention I got a new job?!!!** It's true. I was 'on-trial' for two weeks at Comcast Entertainment Group (E! Entertainment, Style Network, and G4). Thankfully they liked me enough to keep me! I'm a graphic designer in their domestic and international print design department. Photoshop and InDesign are my best friends. I'm a real working woman again! My first official day of work was Monday (MLK day)--- a paid holiday! Is that a good omen or what?! **I'd like to thank Cheryl for recruiting me. How fun is it that I work with one of my favorite girls EVER?! Life is good. (No, I haven't seen Ryan Seacrest yet, but I did get a really cool tour of the whole building--including the studios.) 7. Del Taco with the fam. Just as I was about to head to FHE, I got a phone call from my brother. He was stranded at LAX for a few hours due to a late connecting flight back to SLC and wanted Courtney and I to come get him. We trekked our way through the pouring rain and ended up at Del Taco. Three frijoles eating frijoles. It doesn't get much better than that.
8. Cupcake Babies from Vanilla Bake Shop. Amberly's bridal shower was Tuesday night. I learned about the fine delicacy of baby cupcakes and incredible chicken tacos from Wahoo's Fish tacos!I just realized I'm hungry. Of the 8 listed items above, 6 mention food. My subconscious is telling me to eat.
See you after lunch!
Saturday, December 22, 2007
The Vegas Bowl
I drove with Vic to SLC today. We made it just in time to watch the BYU-UCLA game! My dad, mom, and two brothers joined my grandmother and uncle's family in screaming for a good 2 hours or so. I was torn in my loyalties. I've grown up a BYU football fan my entire life. Both of my parents graduated from there, I was born a BYU baby--for heaven's sake. But let's face it, UCLA writes my paycheck. Do I really want to jinx that while I'm waiting for 2 checks to come through from them? Hmm. I realized I was still a Cougar at heart the minute the game began. We were elated most of the game... until the last couple minutes... and with 3 seconds left, BYU tipped a field goal attempt by UCLA and won the game by one point!
The reactions were priceless. My dad jumped off the couch faster than I did when I realized my house was burning, screamed, and jumped up and down; my grandmother had a slightly delayed reaction—but when she figured out what was going on, she threw her popcorn-brimmed bowl up into the air and onto everyone in the room... which then proceeded into an all-out popcorn fight amongst all the ADULTS in the room; and let's just say I lost my voice after screaming so loud! Yes, it was a Kodak and MasterCard Moment in one... unforgettable and priceless. What a combo.
The reactions were priceless. My dad jumped off the couch faster than I did when I realized my house was burning, screamed, and jumped up and down; my grandmother had a slightly delayed reaction—but when she figured out what was going on, she threw her popcorn-brimmed bowl up into the air and onto everyone in the room... which then proceeded into an all-out popcorn fight amongst all the ADULTS in the room; and let's just say I lost my voice after screaming so loud! Yes, it was a Kodak and MasterCard Moment in one... unforgettable and priceless. What a combo.
UCLA wide receiver Dominique Johnson gets hit by BYU defensive back Ben Criddle during the first half of the Las Vegas Bowl football game Saturday, Dec. 22, 2007, in Las Vegas. Johnson dropped the ball after the hit, and the pass was incomplete. (AP Photo/Sam Morris)
Monday, December 17, 2007
Almost Finished!!!
In 16 minutes, my last final will begin. I'm sitting in the classroom, waiting. I don't feel excited, relieved, or anxious. The only thing I can think of is how hungry and tired I am. This entire weekend (sans church and the gingerbread house-making party last night) was spent in agony at my kitchen table, feverishly trying to finish a final project, due at 3:00pm today. I didn't quite make it... I ran into class at 4:00pm. I blame it on my cultural upbringings of Mormon Standard Time. Luckily I was able to present my final project to the class, albeit extremely late! Oh well. I don't even care at this point. Six finals down and one to go!!! YAY!!! After 9:00pm you may call me Bachelor.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Short and sweet
I had been unusually depressed and lonely a couple weeks ago. It was awful. I babysat that night—hoping to distract myself from the all-consuming misery and woe I felt. Nothing particularly special happened as I got the two little boys bathed and ready for bed. The oldest fell asleep quickly, but the two year old needed a little more attention. I laid down near him and he scooted up next to me. I closed my eyes and realized I was still utterly depressed. I wanted to cry. Then a tiny little hand popped out from under his blanket and lovingly rubbed my arm until he fell asleep. It was so sweet and innocent. I immediately thanked my Heavenly Father for such a perfect little tender mercy, while wiping away the tears.
I'm not one to share personal things like that, but for some reason I keep thinking about it. This little experience reminds me of the movie Crash. It's one of only three movies that I can say changed the way I view my life and those around me. I highly recommend watching this film if you haven't done so already. The edited version is regularly shown on FX. Moving at the speed of life, we are bound to collide with each other.
I'm not one to share personal things like that, but for some reason I keep thinking about it. This little experience reminds me of the movie Crash. It's one of only three movies that I can say changed the way I view my life and those around me. I highly recommend watching this film if you haven't done so already. The edited version is regularly shown on FX. Moving at the speed of life, we are bound to collide with each other.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
From my balcony...
When thinking of balconies, I usually picture myself sitting on a lanai, bathing in the perfect Hawaiian sun, reading a good book, and sipping on cold Cranberry Juice. Ok, maybe I lost most of you with the cranberry juice, but even so... balconies always have a nice feeling associated with them for me. Not anymore.
Many interesting things have been happening on my balcony lately. Last night greatly reiterates this point. Let me begin by saying that we, as an apartment, have been overly-aware of the goings-on around our apartment building since the fires. The temperature last night was close to freezing (a rarity here in LA) and I didn't want our homeless man to show up and start another fire to keep warm. Sad, but true... I like my apartment... I'd like to keep it from being reduced to charcoal.
At midnight, Kami came running up the stairs to see what was going on below. She had heard the familiar sound of bottles and cans being sorted (a favorite past-time of our uninvited neighbor). We both walked out onto the balcony, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary in the burned-out garage... when all of the sudden... CRASH! We look across the street and a Ford Explorer totally smashed into the front of a Mazda RX-8. There were no cars around... no stop signs... nothing... obviously drunk or just NOT paying attention to the PARKED car! The Ford Explorer then proceeds to drive forward, but can't... it REVERSES and gets even more STUCK to the side of that poor little car!!! Now, if this were you... wouldn't you stop and get some help? Get out to see how much damage was done before you do MORE?! No. Not this driver. They DRIVE OFF!!! Kami and I look at each other in my all-too-familiar tone, "Is this REALLY happening?"
I couldn't get the license plate number from where we were, so I grabbed a paper and pen and we literally booked it down to the garage, jumped into the Batmobile and sped off after the felon! Can you believe us?! Someone should be paying us to be the neighborhood watch. Seriously.
We found her, about 2 blocks down, checking out the damage to her SUV. I quickly wrote down the plates as Kami pretended to be looking for a parking spot. We heroically drove back home. Just as we were getting out of the car, the guy who owns the Mazda walked out of the apartment building. He was in shock as we reiterated what we had just witnessed and done! I handed him the paper and we went back upstairs. We're such good Samaritans. Goodness... what a night!
Oh, don't worry, it only gets better.
The reason I was mildly paranoid about another fire being started last night, not just because I really love my bed, but that our Renter's Insurance wouldn't go into effect until the next day. Thus, at 3:20am, after a full day of awful finals and chasing hit-and-run criminals, I finished up my homework and I was heading to bed when I heard the chain link fence being messed with. I peered out the blinds—the same blinds used to discover the two fires and car accident. It wasn't Mr. Homeless Man. No, it was three men this time... dressed in black, their pick-up truck parked next to the abandoned house and burnt garage, sneaking through the chain-link fence that was "conveniently" laying on its side, sprinting into the back of the house, grabbing boxes, tables, chairs, lamps, and more boxes... anything they could carry and chucking it into the back of their truck! (They even had a "look out guy"!)
NO WAY!! NOT ANOTHER "Is this seriously happening to me?" MOMENT!
I was actually watching a burglary in progress. HOLY CRAP! I immediately called the police (who took their sweet time in arriving, btw). The robbers were kind enough to wait around a few minutes for the police to show up as they were forced to jump-start their get-away vehicle! But alas, they got away, free and clean. A minute later, two LAPD helicopters were overhead, spotlights on, searching for the bandits. I was still on the phone with the dispatcher as the the cops arrived. They wanted to chat with me. So I headed downstairs, chatted for a while (he remembered me from our last late-night fire experience a week ago), and went back up to my nice warm apartment. Why do all the hot cops work at night?! Share the wealth! "Come On!" (...in GOB-esque style, for you Arrested Development fans.)
Where do I live?! What is going on with this place? We laughed about it over dinner tonight as we celebrated Jenny's birthday at PF Chang's. It was a fabulous night. I'll post pictures later.
Then it happened. Kami ran upstairs after going to bed, saying she heard the chain-link fence again. Déja vu? I wish. No... I heard it too. We peaked through the blinds, again, and beheld a work-truck, filled to the brim with junk. It had backed into the fence, which knocked it completely over. Pony-tail haired man parked his truck and dashed off down the street, still backed into the fence. WHAT THE HECK?! Can we say suspicious?! After deliberation, Yes. I called the police, again. I gave the dispatcher the history of all the weird things that have been going and told her, as we laughed, that I really don't ever call 911, but in the past two weeks, I've gotten my money's worth. A couple minutes later the guy quickly slipped back into the truck and took off.
I didn't pay much attention to the cops this time. I was busy adding old HS friends on Facebook, and too involved in a debate about being happy vs. being content as singles. But that's another story.
Is it wrong to admit that I'm a little exhausted from all the, "Is this seriously happening to me?" moments in my life lately? I told Gero Student I thought the property next door was cursed. He called me Mrs. Kravitz. He's probably right.
At least we have renter's insurance... charred balconies and all.
Many interesting things have been happening on my balcony lately. Last night greatly reiterates this point. Let me begin by saying that we, as an apartment, have been overly-aware of the goings-on around our apartment building since the fires. The temperature last night was close to freezing (a rarity here in LA) and I didn't want our homeless man to show up and start another fire to keep warm. Sad, but true... I like my apartment... I'd like to keep it from being reduced to charcoal.
At midnight, Kami came running up the stairs to see what was going on below. She had heard the familiar sound of bottles and cans being sorted (a favorite past-time of our uninvited neighbor). We both walked out onto the balcony, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary in the burned-out garage... when all of the sudden... CRASH! We look across the street and a Ford Explorer totally smashed into the front of a Mazda RX-8. There were no cars around... no stop signs... nothing... obviously drunk or just NOT paying attention to the PARKED car! The Ford Explorer then proceeds to drive forward, but can't... it REVERSES and gets even more STUCK to the side of that poor little car!!! Now, if this were you... wouldn't you stop and get some help? Get out to see how much damage was done before you do MORE?! No. Not this driver. They DRIVE OFF!!! Kami and I look at each other in my all-too-familiar tone, "Is this REALLY happening?"
I couldn't get the license plate number from where we were, so I grabbed a paper and pen and we literally booked it down to the garage, jumped into the Batmobile and sped off after the felon! Can you believe us?! Someone should be paying us to be the neighborhood watch. Seriously.
We found her, about 2 blocks down, checking out the damage to her SUV. I quickly wrote down the plates as Kami pretended to be looking for a parking spot. We heroically drove back home. Just as we were getting out of the car, the guy who owns the Mazda walked out of the apartment building. He was in shock as we reiterated what we had just witnessed and done! I handed him the paper and we went back upstairs. We're such good Samaritans. Goodness... what a night!
Oh, don't worry, it only gets better.
The reason I was mildly paranoid about another fire being started last night, not just because I really love my bed, but that our Renter's Insurance wouldn't go into effect until the next day. Thus, at 3:20am, after a full day of awful finals and chasing hit-and-run criminals, I finished up my homework and I was heading to bed when I heard the chain link fence being messed with. I peered out the blinds—the same blinds used to discover the two fires and car accident. It wasn't Mr. Homeless Man. No, it was three men this time... dressed in black, their pick-up truck parked next to the abandoned house and burnt garage, sneaking through the chain-link fence that was "conveniently" laying on its side, sprinting into the back of the house, grabbing boxes, tables, chairs, lamps, and more boxes... anything they could carry and chucking it into the back of their truck! (They even had a "look out guy"!)
NO WAY!! NOT ANOTHER "Is this seriously happening to me?" MOMENT!
I was actually watching a burglary in progress. HOLY CRAP! I immediately called the police (who took their sweet time in arriving, btw). The robbers were kind enough to wait around a few minutes for the police to show up as they were forced to jump-start their get-away vehicle! But alas, they got away, free and clean. A minute later, two LAPD helicopters were overhead, spotlights on, searching for the bandits. I was still on the phone with the dispatcher as the the cops arrived. They wanted to chat with me. So I headed downstairs, chatted for a while (he remembered me from our last late-night fire experience a week ago), and went back up to my nice warm apartment. Why do all the hot cops work at night?! Share the wealth! "Come On!" (...in GOB-esque style, for you Arrested Development fans.)
Where do I live?! What is going on with this place? We laughed about it over dinner tonight as we celebrated Jenny's birthday at PF Chang's. It was a fabulous night. I'll post pictures later.
Then it happened. Kami ran upstairs after going to bed, saying she heard the chain-link fence again. Déja vu? I wish. No... I heard it too. We peaked through the blinds, again, and beheld a work-truck, filled to the brim with junk. It had backed into the fence, which knocked it completely over. Pony-tail haired man parked his truck and dashed off down the street, still backed into the fence. WHAT THE HECK?! Can we say suspicious?! After deliberation, Yes. I called the police, again. I gave the dispatcher the history of all the weird things that have been going and told her, as we laughed, that I really don't ever call 911, but in the past two weeks, I've gotten my money's worth. A couple minutes later the guy quickly slipped back into the truck and took off.
I didn't pay much attention to the cops this time. I was busy adding old HS friends on Facebook, and too involved in a debate about being happy vs. being content as singles. But that's another story.
Is it wrong to admit that I'm a little exhausted from all the, "Is this seriously happening to me?" moments in my life lately? I told Gero Student I thought the property next door was cursed. He called me Mrs. Kravitz. He's probably right.
At least we have renter's insurance... charred balconies and all.
Friday, December 7, 2007
City Girl Aprons
I received an email tonight from an old friend in the LA 1st ward. She just designed her first line of super chic City Girl Aprons and they're now on sale! I LOVE THEM, they're just adorable. What a great, untapped market! These will make fantastic Christmas presents for my mom and grandmother. (Let's hope they're not reading this! If so, Merry Christmas! Which one would you like?!)
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Stop, Drop, and Roll!!!
We had a new neighbor move into the abandoned single-car garage just below our townhouse balcony 2 months ago. The homeless man was no longer homeless... good for him! Not so good for us. It really didn't bother me until he began sorting glass and aluminum bottles from 2:00am-5:30am practically every night! Courtney and Kami and I all have bedroom windows—large windows—that open up to his little oasis of noise. Uhh. It was annoying, but we dealt with it.
Fast forward to Monday, November 26th, at about 1:30pm. I was getting ready to go to school when I heard this strange noise. I looked for Meg (the cat), thinking she was playing with some type of crinkly-plastic stuff or something. I didn't see her. Then I realized it was coming from outside. I parted the blinds to find HUGE FLAMES about an arms-length away from me... and I was on the 4th floor!!! It took a few seconds to process. HOLY CRAP!
For the second time in less than a month, I was having a "NO WAY... THIS IS NOT HAPPENING MOMENT"!!! The nerd that I am, I have a "fire drawer" (where I keep my passport, journals, birth certificate, etc. all in one place). I literally hurled all of it (and my iPod and computer) into an empty laundry basket, ran down the stairs from my bedroom, forgot I wasn't wearing shoes, grabbed the first pair I saw (Kami's really comfy sandals from Kauai), screamed like bloody murder for Jenny (who I thought was downstairs, but wasn't), and looked under the couch for the cat (still didn't see her) all within about 20 seconds. Not kidding.
By the time I opened the front door to the hallway, my entire apartment was filled with light gray smoke. I opened the door to the fire escape staircase (I was on the third floor at this point) and it was even smokier and thick in there. AHH! I looked down the hallway and it was perfectly clear down by the elevator. So I did exactly what I've always been told NOT to do!
Yes, call me an idiot, but I took the elevator down to the lobby and ran outside! Just then the fire alarms in our building started going off. GREAT. Those are helpful!!! By the time I got outside, three large firetrucks were already putting out the blaze on my new neighbor's "house" (aka- abandoned garage). I leerily put my laundry basket of valuables down and walked over to the firemen. They assured me they'd put the fire out before it penetrated inside my apartment. By that point our two balconies on the 3rd and 4th floors were burned... not ruined, but definitely blackened.
As I walked back, I noticed someone familiar across the street. He was hiding behind some bushes, watching the flames burn down his "home". I was enraged. I ran over to the closest fireman and police officer and told them the situation. As soon as my nice little neighbor saw me talking with them, he bolted... roller-suitcase and all! The police officer turned and sprinted after him. Thank heavens. He was questioned, but eventually released.
My poor roommates. I called each of them, frantically telling them what was going on. Kami drove up about 15 minutes later, just in time to see the firemen climbing onto her bedroom balcony from their cool firetruck ladder and prying open her sliding door to make sure everything was ok inside our place. I told them to find the cat too... poor thing. (Thinking back on this experience, it's oo bad Max and Miles weren't around to see the firemen in real action! They would have LOVED it!)
After an hour of getting to know our actual neighbors VERY well, we were able to go back inside and begin the airing-out process. Yuck. I feel completely indebted to all the firemen who saved our apartment!!! Honestly... if they had been even 1-2 minutes later in arriving, apartment 304 would have been the first to go. Crazy, huh?
Fast forward again 5 days. It's 1:15am after an exhausting ward Christmas Party. The roar of fire engines grabs our attention as they get louder and louder. Oh yes... they've again stopped right out front. I cautiously walk out on the balcony to find the firemen investigating THE SAME GARAGE! Kami and I ran outside (in our hot pajamas) to see what all the commotion was about. A woman walking her dogs witnessed the same homeless man setting a fire underneath the charred (former) vintage car that was parked inside. The side of the garage was again on fire, but easily put-out. The police arrived and we had a nice little talk with them as they interrogated the guy. Oh yes folks... he was still standing there, sorting bottles and cans! UH!
To make this VERY long story shorter:
1. we are getting renter's insurance ASAP
2. chain-link fences have never looked more beautiful (just put-up yesterday!)
3. homeless man still comes by to sort bottles--on the sidewalk--
but now we call the police each time we see him (per the hot cop we chatted with)
4. the certified letter sent to our landlord made them quite nervous.
I have a feeling that things will be a little safer and look a little nicer
around here VERY soon...
Let's hope this is the end of our Fire Saga!
From this view, you can see the 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors of our townhouse... with the two burned balconies. Oh, and did you notice the blanket laid over the top of the charred car? These photos were taken just after the first big fire. The "resident" was already back and marking his territory. Craziness!!!
Fast forward to Monday, November 26th, at about 1:30pm. I was getting ready to go to school when I heard this strange noise. I looked for Meg (the cat), thinking she was playing with some type of crinkly-plastic stuff or something. I didn't see her. Then I realized it was coming from outside. I parted the blinds to find HUGE FLAMES about an arms-length away from me... and I was on the 4th floor!!! It took a few seconds to process. HOLY CRAP!
For the second time in less than a month, I was having a "NO WAY... THIS IS NOT HAPPENING MOMENT"!!! The nerd that I am, I have a "fire drawer" (where I keep my passport, journals, birth certificate, etc. all in one place). I literally hurled all of it (and my iPod and computer) into an empty laundry basket, ran down the stairs from my bedroom, forgot I wasn't wearing shoes, grabbed the first pair I saw (Kami's really comfy sandals from Kauai), screamed like bloody murder for Jenny (who I thought was downstairs, but wasn't), and looked under the couch for the cat (still didn't see her) all within about 20 seconds. Not kidding.
By the time I opened the front door to the hallway, my entire apartment was filled with light gray smoke. I opened the door to the fire escape staircase (I was on the third floor at this point) and it was even smokier and thick in there. AHH! I looked down the hallway and it was perfectly clear down by the elevator. So I did exactly what I've always been told NOT to do!
Yes, call me an idiot, but I took the elevator down to the lobby and ran outside! Just then the fire alarms in our building started going off. GREAT. Those are helpful!!! By the time I got outside, three large firetrucks were already putting out the blaze on my new neighbor's "house" (aka- abandoned garage). I leerily put my laundry basket of valuables down and walked over to the firemen. They assured me they'd put the fire out before it penetrated inside my apartment. By that point our two balconies on the 3rd and 4th floors were burned... not ruined, but definitely blackened.
As I walked back, I noticed someone familiar across the street. He was hiding behind some bushes, watching the flames burn down his "home". I was enraged. I ran over to the closest fireman and police officer and told them the situation. As soon as my nice little neighbor saw me talking with them, he bolted... roller-suitcase and all! The police officer turned and sprinted after him. Thank heavens. He was questioned, but eventually released.
My poor roommates. I called each of them, frantically telling them what was going on. Kami drove up about 15 minutes later, just in time to see the firemen climbing onto her bedroom balcony from their cool firetruck ladder and prying open her sliding door to make sure everything was ok inside our place. I told them to find the cat too... poor thing. (Thinking back on this experience, it's oo bad Max and Miles weren't around to see the firemen in real action! They would have LOVED it!)
After an hour of getting to know our actual neighbors VERY well, we were able to go back inside and begin the airing-out process. Yuck. I feel completely indebted to all the firemen who saved our apartment!!! Honestly... if they had been even 1-2 minutes later in arriving, apartment 304 would have been the first to go. Crazy, huh?
Fast forward again 5 days. It's 1:15am after an exhausting ward Christmas Party. The roar of fire engines grabs our attention as they get louder and louder. Oh yes... they've again stopped right out front. I cautiously walk out on the balcony to find the firemen investigating THE SAME GARAGE! Kami and I ran outside (in our hot pajamas) to see what all the commotion was about. A woman walking her dogs witnessed the same homeless man setting a fire underneath the charred (former) vintage car that was parked inside. The side of the garage was again on fire, but easily put-out. The police arrived and we had a nice little talk with them as they interrogated the guy. Oh yes folks... he was still standing there, sorting bottles and cans! UH!
To make this VERY long story shorter:
1. we are getting renter's insurance ASAP
2. chain-link fences have never looked more beautiful (just put-up yesterday!)
3. homeless man still comes by to sort bottles--on the sidewalk--
but now we call the police each time we see him (per the hot cop we chatted with)
4. the certified letter sent to our landlord made them quite nervous.
I have a feeling that things will be a little safer and look a little nicer
around here VERY soon...
Let's hope this is the end of our Fire Saga!
From this view, you can see the 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors of our townhouse... with the two burned balconies. Oh, and did you notice the blanket laid over the top of the charred car? These photos were taken just after the first big fire. The "resident" was already back and marking his territory. Craziness!!!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
I'm back!
Although some of you think I've joined the picked lines of the Writer's Strike, I have not. Life just seems to be a bit busy lately and my blog fell by the wayside. Here's a little recap of life this past month...
LA 1st & SM 3rd Halloween Party
This party marks the first time I've dressed up for Halloween since I was 13 years old... when I 'dressed up' as Cousin Itt. Just imagine half of my really long hair pulled in front of my face with a pair of sun-glasses on. Oh yeah... the easiest costume EVER! Although it was the last time I went trick-or-treating, I made out (no, I didn't actually 'make-out') with an incredible stash of candy and items... yes, I said items. King size candy bars, tubes of toothpaste, toothbrushes, chapstick, decks of cards, and $1 bills were filling up my pillowcase. It's all true. I swear.
Ok, back to this year. Three hours before the start of the party, a small group of really hot girls got together and decided to be a RAINBOW! Each of us dressed from head to toe in our own color. We hit up American Apparel and the $3.99 store in Westwood (along with a hundred UCLA co-eds). It was perfect! I must say... we were pretty dang cute.
This Halloween party also marks the end of my dynasty as activities chair. It was a bitter-sweet moment leaving Jim to take the reigns. When I was released, there was an audible gasp in the congregation... which makes the 2nd "wow" moment this year in our ward. I won't mention the prior gasp here, but I'm sure ya'll know what I'm referring to. My new calling? Ward Historian. What does that entail? I have no idea. If you have any ideas as to what I can or should be doing... please share!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me!
When Shaunathan turned 27 in September, I told him he was officially old. The first thing he said to me on on my birthday was, "Guess what? You're officially old!" Great, thanks. 27 has treated me well so far. It's only been a week, but so far so good!
To celebrate, I went out to dinner with some friends. I chose Frida Restaurant because I've been meaning to go for years and it was a little out of the ordinary. I made reservations for 20, and we ate to our hearts content! I LOVED IT! The atmosphere was perfect, my food was fabulous, and my best friends made pretty great company. Afterwards we had homemade cake and ice cream, thanks to my dental student roommate who slaved all day in the kitchen. Her efforts paid off. This may have been one of the best birthday's ever. [photos to come]
My website
Yes, a real website. An assignment this semester was to build a website to showcase my work. So here it is... for all the world to see... www.jessicabeandesign.com
This is my first real attempt to make a website, so be nice with your comments. Oh, and I need a job. I graduate in 3 weeks and I want to start making money! Anyone know of anything?!!
The toilet incident
Some of you may know that I help an elderly couple in Beverly Hills twice a month. I mainly just vacuum and dust their very large house. As I was going about my business, dusting away, I heard the toilet water running. I went in and jiggled the handle. Nothing happened. I carefully lifted the heavy porcelain lid and reattached the chain. Easy enough, right? Yeah, I thought so... until the lid slipped from my wet rubber-gloved grasp, hit the water tank, bounced onto the bowl of the toilet, and landed on the tile floor. I stood in horror as I watched the toilet shatter and water flood the bathroom! The only thing I could think of was, "Did that really just happen?!" Oh, it did.
I turned the water valve off and ran to the kitchen to find a paper cup and a bucket. The next 5 minutes were spent dipping what water remained in the tank and pouring it into the bathtub. Great. Now what? I cleaned everything up, left the bucket under the dripping tank, and prayed that I was still sleeping.
I was quickly reminded just how awake I was when I went to Home Depot to price that exact toilet. One Kohler special order and $496.35 later (without shipping and installation) would redeem me of my misfortune. I wanted to cry. I went out to the parking lot and sat in my car, postponing the inevitable. I dialed the number and held my breath. How was I suppose to tell this couple that I broke their toilet? And I didn't just break it... I shattered every piece of that thing! Of course I would replace it, but owning up to it took some real courage.
He answered the phone. I explained the situation and my prayers were answered. He laughed and said, "Oh don't worry about the toilet. It could have happened to anyone!" I wanted to yell, "But WHO shatters toilets? Yes it was an accident, but things like this 'just don't happen'!" After insisting that I would pay for it, he calmed me down and said it really wasn't a big deal—that he'd take care of it.
I still keep thinking, "Did I really shatter their toilet? Did I really do that?!" Unfortunately, yes.
LA 1st & SM 3rd Halloween Party
This party marks the first time I've dressed up for Halloween since I was 13 years old... when I 'dressed up' as Cousin Itt. Just imagine half of my really long hair pulled in front of my face with a pair of sun-glasses on. Oh yeah... the easiest costume EVER! Although it was the last time I went trick-or-treating, I made out (no, I didn't actually 'make-out') with an incredible stash of candy and items... yes, I said items. King size candy bars, tubes of toothpaste, toothbrushes, chapstick, decks of cards, and $1 bills were filling up my pillowcase. It's all true. I swear.
Ok, back to this year. Three hours before the start of the party, a small group of really hot girls got together and decided to be a RAINBOW! Each of us dressed from head to toe in our own color. We hit up American Apparel and the $3.99 store in Westwood (along with a hundred UCLA co-eds). It was perfect! I must say... we were pretty dang cute.
This Halloween party also marks the end of my dynasty as activities chair. It was a bitter-sweet moment leaving Jim to take the reigns. When I was released, there was an audible gasp in the congregation... which makes the 2nd "wow" moment this year in our ward. I won't mention the prior gasp here, but I'm sure ya'll know what I'm referring to. My new calling? Ward Historian. What does that entail? I have no idea. If you have any ideas as to what I can or should be doing... please share!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me!
When Shaunathan turned 27 in September, I told him he was officially old. The first thing he said to me on on my birthday was, "Guess what? You're officially old!" Great, thanks. 27 has treated me well so far. It's only been a week, but so far so good!
To celebrate, I went out to dinner with some friends. I chose Frida Restaurant because I've been meaning to go for years and it was a little out of the ordinary. I made reservations for 20, and we ate to our hearts content! I LOVED IT! The atmosphere was perfect, my food was fabulous, and my best friends made pretty great company. Afterwards we had homemade cake and ice cream, thanks to my dental student roommate who slaved all day in the kitchen. Her efforts paid off. This may have been one of the best birthday's ever. [photos to come]
My website
Yes, a real website. An assignment this semester was to build a website to showcase my work. So here it is... for all the world to see... www.jessicabeandesign.com
This is my first real attempt to make a website, so be nice with your comments. Oh, and I need a job. I graduate in 3 weeks and I want to start making money! Anyone know of anything?!!
The toilet incident
Some of you may know that I help an elderly couple in Beverly Hills twice a month. I mainly just vacuum and dust their very large house. As I was going about my business, dusting away, I heard the toilet water running. I went in and jiggled the handle. Nothing happened. I carefully lifted the heavy porcelain lid and reattached the chain. Easy enough, right? Yeah, I thought so... until the lid slipped from my wet rubber-gloved grasp, hit the water tank, bounced onto the bowl of the toilet, and landed on the tile floor. I stood in horror as I watched the toilet shatter and water flood the bathroom! The only thing I could think of was, "Did that really just happen?!" Oh, it did.
I turned the water valve off and ran to the kitchen to find a paper cup and a bucket. The next 5 minutes were spent dipping what water remained in the tank and pouring it into the bathtub. Great. Now what? I cleaned everything up, left the bucket under the dripping tank, and prayed that I was still sleeping.
I was quickly reminded just how awake I was when I went to Home Depot to price that exact toilet. One Kohler special order and $496.35 later (without shipping and installation) would redeem me of my misfortune. I wanted to cry. I went out to the parking lot and sat in my car, postponing the inevitable. I dialed the number and held my breath. How was I suppose to tell this couple that I broke their toilet? And I didn't just break it... I shattered every piece of that thing! Of course I would replace it, but owning up to it took some real courage.
He answered the phone. I explained the situation and my prayers were answered. He laughed and said, "Oh don't worry about the toilet. It could have happened to anyone!" I wanted to yell, "But WHO shatters toilets? Yes it was an accident, but things like this 'just don't happen'!" After insisting that I would pay for it, he calmed me down and said it really wasn't a big deal—that he'd take care of it.
I still keep thinking, "Did I really shatter their toilet? Did I really do that?!" Unfortunately, yes.
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