[awkward & awesome thursday]

All I had to type in that little title box was "[a" and Blogger said "uh duh this means you're finally getting around to your awkward & awesome Thursday post....when it's 20 minutes from Friday." Well listen here, Blogger, I don't need your 'tude, okay? I spent all day doing errands and then at premarital counseling..so there...

For real, though, guys. I'm such a bad friend; I just post pictures of my clothes and then I'm all "deuces see you tomorrow." Do I get brownie points for visiting you and at least communicating via your blog, though not my own? Huh? Do I?

You all know how awkward my life is [this hasn't ever happened to me, though I'm sure it's simply a matter of time] but luckily I can throw some fun "awesomes" in today.

PS Every time I see this photo I may or may not (okay I do, I'll admit it) want to recreate this photo for myself. Isn't she adorable?

Awkward

• I found out tonight at dinner with our premarital counselors that Mr. C reads the old b-to-the-log, here. I must admit, I scrolled through older posts to make sure I was always gracious about him. Seriously, I knew I hadn't ever said anything unkind but that doesn't mean I wasn't still scared.
• I talk about kids all the time. Like, we don't even have a little ounce of desire for them in the near future and yet I can't quit bringing them up. Someone muzzle me!
• I got locked in the bathroom at the restaurant tonight. No one knew, thank goodness, because I only screamed silently to myself kept myself under control and didn't let claustrophobia get the best of me. 
• Spoiler! This is another bullet point about being in the bathroom at dinner. I wore suspenders today and let me tell you, those things are a pain in the royal rear to get off when your bladder is about to combust. Thankfully I've been potty trained for a year or two now and I'm able to hold it even in stressful scenarios like having to figure out a way to take of the 'spenders. (This is where you praise me for a job well done and give me and M&M or something, right?)
• When the girl at Plato's closet was wearing the same shirt as I was. I shouldn't be fazed, since our outfits were totally different, but it will still humble you when a 16 year old has on your shirt. This is what I get for still shopping at American Eagle...

Awesome

• I feel the need to remind you that I got rescued by SWAT. Uh yeah, that's pretty awesome. Duh. If you haven't read the story, you can read it here.
• This past week I was present to witness a flash mob. What what?! I even knew a few of the participants. And by knew, I mean I babysat them a long time ago. Made. me. feel. OLD. Anyway, here's the video...I'd love to pretend like I am not the unsteady hand behind the camera, but I was... I only claim to be a photographer, not a videographer, give me a break ;)

• Gap now sends their receipts via email if you opt for it. Uh duh! Where have you been all of my life? My purse would weigh about 7 pounds less if I would just clean it out every so often every place would email their receipts.
• Finally, spending time with a godly couple from whom we seek guidance and answers, is the most awesome thing of the day. They really inspired us tonight to just enjoy. They reminded us that when it comes down to it, all we have is each other and toilet paper going over or under is too trivial to argue. By the by - hubcap and I do not argue this issue, we agree that it will be over in our home, but still, it was a good example of stupid shiz that couples fight about.

What awkward things have happened to you this week?

[SWAT evacuation]

Well yesterday was a day much like any other. I spent an hour reading my favorite blogs while drinking my chai latte on the porch swing. I then wrote my blog post for the day, cleaned the refrigerator, did the dishes and made my bed. I ate lunch and watched an episode of Monk on Netflix. Following these little projects I embarked on the hour long process of making potato soup.

Aside: While making potato soup at 4:00 I heard what I believed to be three little pops of fireworks. I thought to myself "well someone is a little too overanxious for the Fourth" but thought nothing else of it.

I did some other cleaning and cooking for the next half hour until my sister came to me and said "There is a police officer trying to climb over our fence." "Huh?" I went to the kitchen window, and sure enough a cop with a shotgun is trying to hop our fence. Uh hellooo we have a gate... I went outside onto our porch, since he's hopping into our backyard, and ask if I can help him with anything. He told me "everything's fine, just get back in your house."

Okay either everything is fine and dandy OR I should get back in my house because those don't really mesh. But I went back into the house and my sister and I made rounds of all of the windows in the house trying to see what was happening from every possible angle. Being that I'm living with my folks until I move in with fiance in September, I called my mom and told her that our road was likely blocked off and she would have a hard time getting in if she came home. Fortunately she was able to park in the neighborhood across from ours and she was standing with a group of officers at the end of the road.

I was told that there were shots fired and that one had penetrated my next door neighbor's front door. Creepy! I sent my sister down to the laundry room which is all brick and doesn't have any windows and I kept watch from the upstairs window. My mom then called back saying to get our stuff because we were about to be evacuated. We were to stay low until they got us out of there. I yelled at Hollyn to put some shoes on, threw on my own Toms, grabbed my purse, contemplated grabbing my camera, turned off the stove and waited, crouched, by the back door.

Thirty excruciating seconds later two SWAT officers approach our dining room window off of our porch with rifles strapped to their chests. They motion for us to come out together. I lock the door and we duck behind the carport closet. They tell us to stay there until it's clear. We are then ushered down into our yard and behind the bushes below our porch, each of us told to hang very near to each officer. They led us back to our garden, over our fence, through the neighbor's yard (the ones who had been shot at & called it in), over their fence, through bushes and to the street across from ours.

At this point we had no clue what was happening. My mom had been able to give us little information over the phone before we evacuated but when we approached she told us as much as she knew. The woman across the street had fired shots and was now holed up in her home.

For the next 4 1/2 hours we waited in the yard that overlooked our road, wondering if she would come out of her own accord or if they would be dragging her out in a body bag. They of course, had to wait so long to get warrants, search warrants, etc. It was excruciating. We sent my sister to a friend's house and my mom and I waited and waited and waited. At 9:00pm she surrendered to the SWAT team. She was then frisked and questioned on scene before being transported.

I tell you, it was quite eventful, and I feel pretty badarse right now, to say the least, but it is not something I'm wanting to endure again anytime soon.

I kicked myself for those 4.5 hours for not having my camera, but of course I couldn't resist taking a few on my phone.

I know that you can barely see it, but that Wall-E looking thing is the bomb robot.

Me + SWAT = what a day. This must have been early in the process, I was still looking chipper.

There were over 100 cops there...That's just too many in my opinion, seeing as how a robot got the job done.

The SWAT mobile kind of dwarfs the detective cruiser. PS that particular detective earned the not-so-affectionate title, from me, of Detective Douchebag. Am I a 17 year old boy sometimes when I say things like that? Yes. I accept it.

Well how was your Thursday? I'm planning to milk this thing for all it's worth. "Sorry again that I had to cancel dinner; I was, you know, being evacuated by the SWAT team." "Sorry I missed your football game, I was being evacuated from my house...by the SWAT team." "Oh I missed your wedding? I would have been there, except, well, you know, I was kind of tied up with being evacuated by the SWAT team & all." Yes, I do suppose this is my new fail safe go-to move.

Happy Friday! It is now the four day, fourth of July weekend! What are your plans for the 4th?

[SWAT evacuation]

You should know that I had a heck of a day today. Stay tuned for tomorrow's post about being evacuated from my home by the SWAT team while my neighbor across the street fired off a gun. I know you're excited, but you'll just have to wait.

[SWAT evacuation]

Well yesterday was a day much like any other. I spent an hour reading my favorite blogs while drinking my chai latte on the porch swing. I then wrote my blog post for the day, cleaned the refrigerator, did the dishes and made my bed. I ate lunch and watched an episode of Monk on Netflix. Following these little projects I embarked on the hour long process of making potato soup.

Aside: While making potato soup at 4:00 I heard what I believed to be three little pops of fireworks. I thought to myself "well someone is a little too overanxious for the Fourth" but thought nothing else of it.

I did some other cleaning and cooking for the next half hour until my sister came to me and said "There is a police officer trying to climb over our fence." "Huh?" I went to the kitchen window, and sure enough a cop with a shotgun is trying to hop our fence. Uh hellooo we have a gate... I went outside onto our porch, since he's hopping into our backyard, and ask if I can help him with anything. He told me "everything's fine, just get back in your house."

Okay either everything is fine and dandy OR I should get back in my house because those don't really mesh. But I went back into the house and my sister and I made rounds of all of the windows in the house trying to see what was happening from every possible angle. Being that I'm living with my folks until I move in with fiance in September, I called my mom and told her that our road was likely blocked off and she would have a hard time getting in if she came home. Fortunately she was able to park in the neighborhood across from ours and she was standing with a group of officers at the end of the road.

I was told that there were shots fired and that one had penetrated my next door neighbor's front door. Creepy! I sent my sister down to the laundry room which is all brick and doesn't have any windows and I kept watch from the upstairs window. My mom then called back saying to get our stuff because we were about to be evacuated. We were to stay low until they got us out of there. I yelled at Hollyn to put some shoes on, threw on my own Toms, grabbed my purse, contemplated grabbing my camera, turned off the stove and waited, crouched, by the back door.

Thirty excruciating seconds later two SWAT officers approach our dining room window off of our porch with rifles strapped to their chests. They motion for us to come out together. I lock the door and we duck behind the carport closet. They tell us to stay there until it's clear. We are then ushered down into our yard and behind the bushes below our porch, each of us told to hang very near to each officer. They led us back to our garden, over our fence, through the neighbor's yard (the ones who had been shot at & called it in), over their fence, through bushes and to the street across from ours.

At this point we had no clue what was happening. My mom had been able to give us little information over the phone before we evacuated but when we approached she told us as much as she knew. The woman across the street had fired shots and was now holed up in her home.

For the next 4 1/2 hours we waited in the yard that overlooked our road, wondering if she would come out of her own accord or if they would be dragging her out in a body bag. They of course, had to wait so long to get warrants, search warrants, etc. It was excruciating. We sent my sister to a friend's house and my mom and I waited and waited and waited. At 9:00pm she surrendered to the SWAT team. She was then frisked and questioned on scene before being transported.

I tell you, it was quite eventful, and I feel pretty badarse right now, to say the least, but it is not something I'm wanting to endure again anytime soon.

I kicked myself for those 4.5 hours for not having my camera, but of course I couldn't resist taking a few on my phone.