3 males, a suspicious white truck, and 911.

Let me set the mood for this story for you.

I am pregnant, hormonal, paranoid, and had been watching Law and Order: SVU all day.

bad combo, buts thats the setting.

So its 4 pm, Oprah is about to start, and I am going downstairs to get some bills I need to take care of, when the doorbell rings. Now, when the doorbell rings and I am alone, I do not go straight to the door. I go to the nursery, look out the window, and see if I can see who it is. So I look outside and I see a big white pick up truck. I am immediately suspicious, because salesmen dont drive house to house, and I don't know anyone with that truck. So I tip toe downstairs to look out the peephole, and I see three white males, wearing baseball caps, with their heads down so I can't see their face.

I am immediately, completely freaked out.

I run upstairs to the nursery again to see what their next action is. They get in the truck, and remain there for about 3 mins. Then they turn it on, and back it out, so I think oh good, they are leaving. BUT, they back out of the driveway, and park in front of my mailbox!!!

So at this point this is the story I have concluded in my head about whats going on,"They are here to break in, rob us, and they have more people coming. They also, dont think I am home, cause I didnt answer, so they dont think it will be a problem. They are going to break in, see that I am in fact home, and in the panic of the confrontation, they will kill me."

Great.

At this point, I decide 911 needs to get involved.

But, I do not want to be trapped in the house should they break in before help arrives. So I make my way to the garage, hunker down in the car, prepared to bust the garage door down the second I hear them bust down the front door.

I am serious.

So when I get to the car I make the call to 911. I can hear the men outside getting in and out of the car and talking, although I cant make out what they are saying. So I know I have to be quiet on the phone.

So I whisper to 911," Heeeelp me. There are strange men outside my house trying to get in."

It was very dramatic.

So she asks me all the basic questions, do you know who they are, what color is the car, description etc.

She then tells me if they go back to the door to call her back, we then hang up the phone.

As soon as I hung up the phone I thought,"WTF?! you arent supposed to let me go! you are supposed to stay on the phone with me until I am ok!! So I call her back and tell her I need her to stay on the phone with me.

I keep asking her, how much longer, where are the cops. etc.

I finally hear the cop arrive, and think to myself oh good, I am not going to die, and if I am going to die its going to be in the crossfires of a police shoot out so at least it will be cool.

I hear the men get in the truck, and I hear the truck leave. I open the garage door, and the officer comes to me and says:

"Um, they are from your alarm system company....they are in the area doing sales and wanted to use you as a referral to your neighbors..."

OMG

Out of ANYONE that it could have been, the people that I think are trying to kill me are from the company protecting me?! UGH!!! couldn't it have been a magazine sales company?

so I take a few deep breaths, try to compose myself. The cop explains he has told them to leave me alone, he tells me I am was justified in calling because they did admit they knocked on my door several times and how creepy was the truck pulling in and out.

So he tells me he told them to leave, go about their business blah blah blah.

So I go inside, try to compose myself, and I call Jason. I explain the whole story to Jason, what happened, who they are etc. Do you know what he says when I tell him they are from the alarm company?

"oh, that sounds bogus..."

"WHAT?! I am calling you to tell you I am now ok with the situation, I believe who they are, and you are telling me you think their story is bogus?!?!?!?OMG!"

So now I am freaked out, again.

So I hurry and hang up with Jason, and run outside to the cop who is still in his car, and I ask him, are you sure they are from the company? were they wearing uniforms etc? He says yes blah blah blah.

I go back inside, sit on my couch and try to ground myself again from this Law and Order situation I have half concocted in my head, but, I still do not feel closure to this situation.

I know, right?

So I decide, the only way I am going to get closure and feel at peace with this situation, is if I find the men, and A) apologize and B) decide with my own eyes they are who they say they are.

So, I get a hoodie on and a hat, cause I look a mess, and get in my car to seek them out. I am at this point driving 5 miles an hour around my neighborhood, with a hoodie and a hat, looking like a hoodlum.

I find one of them.

I get out of my car, walk over to him and explain I am the crazy lady that called the cops on them.

I could not have felt more stupid, he was this little 18 year old cute little mormon boy with perfect big white teeth and just says" oh I am so sorry, we didn't mean to scare you."

I explain to him that I am paranoid, hormonal, and pregnant. Its not their fault, entirely. ( I mean they did knock on my door 3 times.)

**SIGH**

I now feel closure, and can laugh hysterically about it, but a good solid 15-20 minutes I thought I was going to lose my life.

I have not seen Oprah, the bills did not get taken care of, and I will not be watching the new episode of Law and Order: SVU tonight.

pretty comical story, I think.

So I have a funny story that I can't just not share.

Tonight the hubby and I were relaxing in our downstairs living room, Jason was working, I was watching One Tree Hill, all was normal.

**(Now, I am sure we are not alone in this, but when its just us as home, being lazy, Jason and I lounge around in our underwear, our G's. ya know? )**

Then there is a knock at the door.

We look at each other with a pondering"who could that be?" look on our faces.

We had no idea, it was about 7:40.

Luckily, this night I chose to stay fully dressed for some reason. So Jason looks at me and this is our conversation-

Jason:" Well, I am not dressed, go get it!"

Me: "Me? what if it is a murderer? you know how I feel about murderers."

Jason: "Good Luck."

So I go to the door, expecting to find a salesman, instead I find...our hometeacher!!

aw crap! Totally forgot that was tonight!

So I open the door, and make sure to talk loud enough that Jason can tell who it is, and that we are now in a weird situation where we need to get Jason dressed, without being awkward about it.

So I let him in, have him sit on the couch while I frantically run upstairs to get Jason clothes. But then I realize I can't just bring him down clothes, because I would pass the home teacher, who would see, and then that moment would be awkward as opposed to when he reads this later from his wife's blog. ;)

So I think, quickly, how to get clothes to Jason. Our bedroom is right above where he is. I grab a handful of clothes, open the window, pop out the screen, and drop them down below to the sliding door.

Now, I have to go down there, and tell Jason where they are, while passing the home teacher.

so I run downstairs, make a brief stop at the home teacher and mutter something like,"uh, he must be downstairs..."

run downstairs only to find Jason about to walk up the stairs, fully clothed!!! WHAT?!

Well I forgot our laundry room is currently full of clothes, so Jason, obviously being smarter than I, ran dow there and got dressed.

sigh.

Ok. So we go upstairs, pretend like none of this ever happened, and I am sure will have a funny conversation in the future about this with our wonderful home teacher. :)

I know what you are thinking, this would only happen to Kati. :) Glad I could keep you all entertained.

The funniest story ever!

ok this is my 2nd post for today but you will love it! alright so i have been told that i HAVE to blog my latest kati story. my story begins late tuesday afternoon, i had spent all morning cleaning our front room and kitchen. the last step in the kitchen was to clean the stove. Well lucky for me my stove is a SELF CLEANING stove! YAY! right? NO.

So I turn the self cleaning button on, it says its cleaning and that I need to lock the oven door. So I flip the switch and its locked. YAY! So I leave it alone and proceed to clean the front room. I am going to town on it when I notice a smell similar to smoke.

"Smoke? why do I smell smoke?" I thought to myself.

So I looked over at the oven and there is smoke creeping out of it! So I thought to myself,"self? is that normal?" I decide that there is really no harm in it other then it smells which if it cleans my stove, I can handle. back to cleaning the front room. Well 5 minutes later it REALLY smells. So I look back at the stove and there is a FLAME INSIDE!!! like the inside of my stove is on FIRE!

"now thats NOT normal." I think.

But I decided I need a second opinion. who should I call I think to myself. Well who better to call? So i grab my cell and enter 9-1-1 Send. my phone immediately sends my GPS location and soon there is a 911 operator on my line.
"whats your emergency do you need Fire Ambulance or police?" She asked.
"um, fire I guess?" I replied.
"1234 well wood rd correct?" she confirms.
"um, yay but I just has a ques-" I mutter.
"Ma'am evacuate your building." She demands.
" EVACUATE MY BUILDING?! awkward I have never met my neighbors..." I inform.
"MA"AM, evacuated your buidling." she again firmly demands.

So I grab some shoes, and run all through out my building knocking on doors telling people to get out. luckily for me there werent many people home, just housewives. the operator tells me to get as far away as possible. at this point I realize my simple just asking a question is no longer a question. So 2 seconds after I get outside, a Midvale cop car comes racing around the corner. Awkward. So they come up to me and I say-
" I am so sorry, I was just letting my oven self clean itself and it caught on fire on the inside, is that normal?"
the cop proceeds to tell me that he doesnt think its normal but that a fire truck was on its way and would be able to be of further assistance. So the 2 cops and I just shoot the breeze. Well in the midst of telling them what i got for christmas we hear fire sirens around the block. Oh good they are almost here. well after a couple of minutes of hearing the sirens, we wonder why we havent seen them...so the cop radios to them. come to find out, they got STUCK! the roads in my apartment complex are full of 90 degree turns and they werent wide enough for the fire truck. So the cop tells me that if a fire truck hasnt arrived on scene within 5 mins its POLICY to have them send another one... SERIOUS? all i needed was an answer to my question... they didnt care. so soon we can hear the sirens of the SECOND fire truck. oh good. its on the other side of the first one. well minutes go by and it doesnt arrive...ITS STUCK TOO!! so they send a THIRD FIRE TRUCK! ARE YOU FOR REALS?!?! well the fire trucks werent able to get there in time so the operator dispatched an ambulance!! the problem is that my apartments sit right on the border of midvale sandy and murray. go figure. So when the call when over the CB radio all 3 counties responded!!! the fire trucks finally decided to run over the apartment landscaping. oopsies. when everyone arrived there were 3 fire trucks, 3 ambulances, and 6 cop cars. dude.
So the fire captain comes over to me and I again explain what I did and I ask if thats normal when all of a sudden a little tiny golf cart comes around the corner, its my apartment Matienence crew. good hannah. the guy comes over asks what happen, I again ask if its normal for the stove to catch fire to which he replies,-
"oh yeah! they do that all the time!"
"really?" I said
"oh yeah, all the time."
so before I could feel like an idiot for too long the fire captain looks at him and says-
"THEY ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE AN OPEN FLAME INSIDE!"
pretty much he got really irratated that this was "normal."
(side note, I am pretty sure my apartment manager got sited for the driveways not being accessable to the fire trucks and for having faulty stoves. eeks)

looking at the top floor, our apartment, you could tell when they actually opened the stove because a huge gushing smoke cloud comes billowing out the sliding door which they had opened. garsh.

When I am told I need to go inside, I go in. There are 2 firefighters still inside( if I was single oh my gosh I would have been in heaven), they tell me I need to have them replace the stove and that they had to break the stove door open because it was locked and wouldnt open till it was "clean." garsh, again. so now my stove is dirty, hot, broken and it the middle of my friggin kitchen. oh wells. I decide no more cleaning for me today. lol. I sat on the couch and watched Nanny 911.

THATS MY STORY!!

Is it just me???

alright answer this for me ladies. is it just me or as soon as you get married your maternal instinct kicks in and you all of a sudden want to get pregnant? I was always one of those chicks who said she wanted to be married for at least 5 years before having kids and now i feel like that is the most important thing right now is to get pregnant! at the very least i want to wait a year but every time i see baby clothes, or baby blankets or other peoples babies I WANT ONE!!! garsh. Obviously we arent going to try, I am on birth control and its just not the right time but why do i feel this way?! did everyone feel this way after they got married??

and for my latest cooking adventure!!!
So i wanted to learn to make caramels this christmas and possibly attempt to give them to friends and neighbors. so Jasons friends mom makes DELICIOUS caramels! so i got the recipe. its complicated, at least for me. you have to boil stuff to the precise temp and blah blah blah. so anyway, i tried them about 2 weeks ago, when i went to go get the pan off the heat and forgot hot pads so the caramel ended up over cooking and was rock hard, i just barely got the remains out of the pan yesterday. so attempt 2. today. 30 mins ago. went better!! I got creme all over the place, plastic got lodged in the caramels and the stove caught on fire but i think the caramels are gonna be really good!!! lol ha! i went to go use our new hot pads we just got and when i ripped them apart the plastic thing that holds them together at the store flew right into the pot. ha. and then out of no where something on the top of the stove caught fire. dont worry cause i had a cup of water right now to the stove so it all worked out. any one wanna try some?

this is the cream all over the floor and counter




this is the stove top




THESE ARE THE CARAMELS!! YAY!!!




oh and i thought i would post my tree since everyone else did. lol




Oh and this is my favorite decoration so far in our place. the blocks not the coke bottles, although i am going to do something with them, Jason wanted to keep them but i think they are ugly so we are keeping them but i am painted the outside of them brown blue and cream and then putting a single flower or something in each one. i will post pics when its complete!

Story time

Ok so its time for a funny kati blonde moment story. so, I went to the store in search of new shampoo, my hair was getting used to my current shmapoo so it was time for a new one. at this time my hair has blonde and brown pieces in it so you can imagine my confusion when there was shampoo for blondes and shampoo for brunettes. i wanted a color treated shampoo that way my color wouldnt fade, so which one do i pick? well i kept looking and found one that said for colored hair. not blonde, and not brunette just colored. PERFECT! so i bought it and went home. when i used it the next day i was rinsing it off, and it just wouldnt all rinse. My hair still felt all slimy and like conditioner was still on it. imust have spent at least 20 mins trying to rinse it. so I look at the bottle again and realize when they said colored hair, they meant for a BLACK PERSONS HAIR!!! AH!!! so for 2 days my hair looked oily and gross. total blonde moment. enjoy.