My First Official 911 Call

I know you may be saying, “Official” what does that mean? Well, it’s possible I may have dialed 911 by accident and I hung up immediately. I mean, hasn’t everyone?! Please say yes. Moving on….

So a couple of nights ago I was woken up in the worst way possible, by the smoke alarm. It was 3:30am. My husband works nights, and was due home at any time. Still being half-asleep I grabbed our ‘house’ ladder and yanked the thing out of the ceiling and pulled the battery out, thinking it was just a dead battery annoying the crap out of me in the middle of the night. A jammed finger and bruised shin later, the noise stopped. Hey, carrying a ladder around half asleep is tough, okay? Phew, problem solved. Wait…now what’s THAT noise?!?!…..It was a second smoke alarm going off in another room. As I walked the ladder to that room with all the lights on I realized, holy cow…there is indeed smoke in my house. These things are going off for a REASON! We’ve been having furnace issues and sure enough when I opened the closet where it’s stored it was real hot and super smelly; think melted plastic. So I call my husband at work and he’s busy with a patient (therefore realizing that he’ll be working late tonight, dangit!) and his coworker could sense a little scare in my voice to asked if everything was okay. I filled her in and asked her not to say anything to the hubs, but just to have him call me ASAP. She suggested I call 911. Wow, good call person who is not practically sleep walking, good call. And so it goes….my first officially 911 call. “Ummm yeah, my house is smoking a lot and it smells awful, can someone come help?”  At this point in time, it’s 3:34am.

After I call, I grab my iPad, phone and “passport” (an external hard drive with every picture since 2008 in it) and drive my car out of the garage. Looking back, maybe not the best idea, but I didn’t want my car to go down in flames, and I figured I needed a warm place to sit. Finally, I’m appearing to be awake and alert and making some wise choices. So as I’m sitting in my car, I call my Dad in tears. I can’t even spit out what’s happening. And then the cop shows up and I pretty much hang up on my Dad so I can talk to him. Probably the worst thing a daughter can do to a parent. Oops, sorry Dad. It appears that my wise choices aren’t consistent. So here we go, cue sirens and lights.


So the police man and I walk back in to the house. First question, “Did you cook anything tonight?” Ummm, does cereal count? Eliminate oven. “Did you light any candles tonight?” I don’t do candles. Cue awkward stares, that’s all he’s got. Meanwhile my husband calls and I fill him in. Just want you want to hear at the end of your third 12-hour shift in a row…and this particular one has been a dosey and he’s actually on about hour 14. He’s real excited. Cue sarcasm. (He is glad I’m okay though! ;))


Soon the fireman show up and ask the same questions and immediately kick the police man and I out of the house. I forget my phone. I yet again realize, I am just sucking at life right now. I mean, it’s hard to think when you aren’t even wearing a bra. So yea, awesome, my husband is going to be calling left and right. So there I sit in my car. I have no idea what’s going on and just hope that flames haven’t burst out anywhere. I have my iPad, is it a bad time to play Candy Crush? (I don’t, for fear of judgement.)


Then they turn on a light that is as bright as the sun. Sorry neighbors! And speaking of, we have one of those wonderful neighbors that’s nosy, but in a good way. Like water-your-flowers-when-you-are-gone-without-even-asking-awesome. So he comes out, I fill him in with what I know (nothing) and tell him I forgot my phone inside and the fireman won’t get it/let me get it and the hubs probably going nuts and I don’t even know if he’s on his way home by now or not. He goes inside and brings me his. The.Best. Thank you!

So…blah, blah, blah. My husband gets home at 4:45am and the fireman finish up at about 5am and tell us that everything appears to be ‘fine’, minus the furnace, which they turned off. The smoke was tested and came back ‘clean’, so luckily I wasn’t exposed to anything toxic while sleeping and we can stay in our house as long as we could deal with the burnt plastic smell and now no heat. Gee, sounds great. But we did.

The next day we get the furnace man to our house (the third time this winter!) to find out that there is an internal fan that had melted. Cue burnt plastic smell being dead-on. So, we’ll be getting a new furnace, and hopefully our peace of mind back, come Monday. Cue Jimmy Buffett. 

As for the smoke detectors I ripped out of the ceiling, they have been put back. Those things really work people! Check your batteries and never complain about that noise again, they literally can save your house…and life! Cue public service announcement.




All Tied Up

Just a fun little outfit for casual day at the office. I really like this little vest/cardigan sweater, but it sheds in a baaaad way, so I don’t wear it often. Darnit!

Turtleneck: Gordman’s, Vest: H&M, Jeans: Old Navy, Shoes: Steven via Von Maur, Jewelry: Brighton necklace, Hairpin: Forever 21

A love when a regular ol’ pony tail looks extra fun and cute.It also leaves extra time for a coffee shop stop…score!


Apparently my neck of the woods is about to get bombarded with snow. Boooo! Is it Spring yet?! My heels are getting real lonely!

Current Obsessions!

So turns out time flies when you are having fun, who knew!? So what’s up around these parts you ask? Well, here are some things that are sucking up my time. Time away from you all, admittingly, so I figure I might as well fill you in!

Project Life. Think scrapbooking for dummies. In the best.way.possible. Check out their site for more information. I’m starting off 2013 with the goal of adding to this once a month. Big things, little things, and everything in between. Once I get the groove, I’ll consider working back in time. Oye, that’s a big feat to think about! Tips to myself? Don’t over-think it, and keep it doable (ie-lots of small goals/milestones).

Not being able to say “NO” to a sale. I know, I know…shocking. But honestly people, check out this small little stash…


All for less than $80!!!


Blazer ($20), Shirt ($14), Sweater ($14): JCP, Boots ($31): J.Lo at Khols.

And then I leave the mall. Because ‘really good deals’, still add up. Obvious? Sure. Did I realize that in my young 20s? Not so much. Does my husband still think I haven’t learned that lesson? Truth. But hey, I left after one store. Jokes on him! 😉

Playing with curls. I know, hold the phone, this is earth shattering news. Okay, not really. But I’ve been doing the ‘beach wave’ thing for a long time, so I thought I’d go back to curling roots of a simple ‘curled under’ look. It takes a little less time, gives a different look and adds the volume I crave. Winner, Winner.


This book. Wow. So I’ve been familiar with this book for a couple of months since the story of the girl it’s based on lived in my hometown for a while. Essentially a young woman died giving birth to her baby girl from a condition called preeclampsia. Her best friend made a resolution to live as her friend did for an entire year, and she brought her sister along for the ride. I love how Bree writes, I love the stories, I love the small-town Iowa references, and I love the message. Better yet, this was a gift from my best friend from my small-town whom I pranked called with, dressed up with, went to school dances with, cruised the loop with, went to college with, lived with, and still continue to make memories with. Reading this reminds me of how awesome my youth was. Well, minus a couple of those middle school years. Having boys tell you your theme song is, “I Like Big Butts” is something that sticks with you for awhile forever. Don’t worry, I’ve embraced it. Some days. With long flowy shirts.


Yes, I use a pom-pom glued to a popsicle stick as my bookmark. Thankyouverymuch.

Candy Crush. I blame, and thank, my 7-year-old nephew for this. We hung out a couple of weeks ago and he was playing this on his iPad. So I downloaded it thinking it was bright and colorful and kind of looked fun (Wait, am I 7 too!?!). He failed to mentioned that its EXTREMELY addicting and you play it every second you have free while relaxing a home.



Downton Abbey. TOTALLY get the hype here folks. Honestly. My in-laws were talking about this a couple of weeks ago and I mentioned how I wanted to give this show a shot because I’ve heard such good things about it. Lucky for me, my SIL and BIL have all three seasons. And since my BIL watched it too, my hubs thought he’d give it a shot with me. I have to be honest the first couple episodes I was thinking, “Okay this is cool, I’ll keep giving it a shot.” Then episode 3+. Like OMG what’s-going-to-happen-cliff-hanger-at-the-end-of-every-episode gooooooood!



Other highlights that aren’t picture or story worthy that suck up my time; school. More specifically, statistics. Gross. Nothing further there.

Happy Hump Day all!