It's Payback Time!!

I've been foiled!!!!

My secure connection to work was having issues last Friday morning, so I had to drive in to work. I was looking forward to sitting in my PJ's and working from home, but no luck. I IM'd a couple of coworkers to let them know that I'd be showing my sweet face in the office.

What a suprise when I walked in. For some reason everyone just hushed up and kinda prarie dogged from their cubes when I walked down my row. I had this look of surprise when I saw what they did to my cube. They turned it into a little fort made of foil! The "Entrance", a little square hole on the bottom, was clearly marked. Suddenly, Andrew's bald little head pops out of the entrance. "Why, Hello! Come on in!" He said.

It was so funny! I knew I had it coming, I just didn't know when. I guess my birthday week was the best time as any. They actually did it on Wednesday and were wondering when I would finally come in. What a classic gag!



I crawled into my little club house and created a little sunroof on the top so my head could poke out and I could still work. I kept the tin foil fort up until this morning when I finally (noisily) tore it down. I left the giant ball of foil on James' desk. I'm sure he was a part of the effort.

Happy Birthday To Me!!

BT was scheduled to be at a conference during my birthday, so he thought he should go a day early and take me along to celebrate a day early. We made reservations at the Hard Rock and planned to hang out by their pool. Apparently, Sundays at the pool are a big party. They call the place "Rehab".

Well, that was our plan. We got to the parking lot and took a peek over the wall to check out the pool. And to our surprise, we saw nothing but dirt and diggers. The pool was a construction zone!! We couldn't believe it! We could always go to plan B and head over to the Palms. But I thought I saw some people in the cabanas behind the construction zone, so there was still hope. So, we checked it out and were happy to find that part of the pool was still open.

Checking in at the front desk, Andrea was very friendly and offered us a suite, since we were only there for one night. We told her it was my birthday, so she said, well, definitely you should get a suite. Andrea's birthday was later this month, too, so she had to look out for her fellow Arian (not Aryan :P). And yeah, I know it's cheesy, but upon walking into our Suite, I did feel like a rock star.

We were on the 10th floor and had a great view of the pool. I know it was only 10:30 in the morning (Andrea totally hooked us up with the early check in, too!), but BT went down to the pool to reserve a couple of lounge chairs for us. I told him to call me and I could help guide him to some empty seats from my vantage point. He was able to find a couple of seats next to some friendly couples.

The weather was perfect, not too hot. We stayed at the pool until about 4:00. We chatted with our new friends, Mitch & Amy from Colorado and Simon & Nina from London. I have to hand the *Party Like a Rock Star* award to Simon. They were here for a wedding and have managed to be kicked out of their original Hotel AND banned from 4 OTHER hotels in Las Vegas! Brilliant Work, Simon. Brilliant!

We decided to meet up with Mitch & Amy for dinner and drinks later that evening. We took a quick nap in the room and I woke up with a massive headache. I told my husband that all that sun really takes a toll on you. BT replied that it probably had nothing to do with the two $18.00 drinks I had at the pool. Of course not.

Dinner was at Tao in the Venetian. I have to recommend the Sashimi of Kobe Beef! Kanpeki! Oishii!

After dinner we danced to a live band in some outdoor patio. Then we walked over to the Mirage just in time to catch the Fountain Dance show. We didn't stay out too late, since my flight the next morning was at 6:05 AM. But it was a great way to celebrate my birthday.

Mr. Pinnacle 2008

My son's high school had their annual Mr. Pinnacle contest - a pageant of sorts to win Prom Tickets and Limousine service to the event. This year's theme, "The Best of the West" The 20 cowboy contestants came out and danced to 'Space Cowboy', 'Save a Horse. Ride a Cowboy', etc.

I was taking my daughter and her two friends to watch the show. We arrived just a few minutes before it started and our seats were taken! Some lady with a crown, was sitting in one of our seats. She told us that the front seats at the end of the catwalk were too close, and they needed to sit back one row to get a better view. She offered the three empty seats meant for the judges to my girls. I sat next to Miss. Arizona and the girls took the front row.

Big mistake.

After the opening dance, each contestant was introduced in their Casual Wear Walk. They would strut their stuff down the runway, and not knowing that the little 11 year olds in the front were NOT the judges, they would do even more exaggerated "strutting" right in front of the girls! Yikes! The poor girls. They kept trying to look away. I'm sure they're traumatized for life. It was pretty funny, and I have to apologize to the girls parents. They're never going to let me take the girls out anymore :) One of the girls jokingly said on the drive home "I don't want to go to high school!" Oh great! Way to go, Jaina!

After the casual walk, the girls spied three seats, two rows behind me. So, they moved and were able to enjoy the remainder of the show, unharassed.

The next segment of the show was the Swimwear competition and Pick-Up line demonstrations. Ms. Pickering, my son's AP English teacher came out and sat on the hay bales in her black and red Saloon Girl dress as the boys once again came out in their swimwear and white "Mr. Pinnacle" tank tops. But, oh, the pick up lines!

"Hi Ms. Pickering. Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got "FINE" written all over you!"

"Ms. Pickering. Why don't you and I go out this weekend and we can do the same thing you did to my grades." And then in Flo Rida's lyrics the contestant said "We can get Low, low, low, low, low, low, low"

The school soccer star came out doing some tricks with the ball and said to her "Did you like my soccer playing? Well, maybe we can get together. I can show you how to dribble and kick. And then you can show me how to score"

My son's pick up line..."OK! I'm here. Now what's your next two wishes?"

Unfortunately, my son didn't make the cut down to 10. The 10 finalists get to perform their talent. And some of these boys are super talented!!

However, they did allow him to perform when the show needed some time to tabulate scores. Below is his performance:





It was a great night. Kyle Robot was crowned Mr. Pinnacle (Pinoy Power!!). And my daughter and her friends enjoyed the show. They were able to meet Miss. Arizona 2007, Nicole Turner, who signed my daughter's Mr. Pinnacle program.

April Fools

I stayed late Monday afternoon to beadazzle my coworker's cube. He was finding sticky little rhinestone throughout the day as he went about work. Reaching for his stapler...a rhinestone. Pulling open a drawer...a rhinestone. Grabbing the phone...you get the idea.
I added some tiger fabric to his chair and a "chalk" outline on the ground for more sh*ts and giggles. Heather helped me out. She even snapped this pic of the dirty work when we were done and sent it to me.
The next day, James KNEW it was Heather. Just last month we collaborated to wrap her car in tin foil. She was obviously getting back at him. Later, someone who also stayed late (I won't mention any names, PETE!) ratted me out. I continued to play innocent and even showed him the picture mail I received last night, from Heather! Hahaha! Evidence against her, and proving my innocence, or so I thought.
James decided it was a group effort and laid the blame on both Heather and I.

Cheer For me!

I finally figured out how to sync my runs to Nikeplus now that I got my new sensor working. ...and...I realized all my runs are saved as XML files. Yeah, I know I'm a big, bad, XML Account manager and can create these XML files in my sleep. But don't worry...I promise I won't cheat to get to this goal. Cross my heart.