What happens in Vegas....

I gotta say, if technology had nuts, I would totally kick him in them right now. Yesterday was a total nightmare trying to figure out how to configure my Outlook to match up to the network server. It took me two hours before I sent out an SOS signal into the sky and have someone help me. It then took me an additional 5 hours to figure out why my email was not being sent to my phone. I thought I had everything inputted into the system correctly, but nothing seemed to be happening except for a danger exclamation point symbol popping up and telling me that my email wasn't working. Well, excuse my French, but no shit Sherlock. Instead of showing me the sad clown face, why don't you send someone here obviously smarter than me to figure it out?!?!?!? Sad faces and exclamation points are just condescending. You should be ashamed of yourself. So, that was yesterday. Today, I've spent the better part of the morning yelling at the scanner for eating my papers or doing nothing at all. And then the afternoon wondering why the mail merge that I did on Monday has somehow morphed into a new being completely and now won't take the new data entries into the template. I can't tell you how many times I imagined taking a baseball bat to these machines and drowning them in gasoline and then lighting a match. The creators of the movie Office Space were onto something. One can never feel dumber than when one is staring down the face of machinery who you know is just sitting there laughing at you.

And now onto more important things. So last week I mentioned that I was heading to Vegas for a job interview. And considering that I was so vague I'm imagining that your first thoughts were of a showgirl try out, stripper audition, or celebrity impersonator. So close on all of those assumptions, and part of me wishes that any of those were true. But, I'm happy to announce that I will not be changing the title of my blog because in radio is exactly where I'll be staying. I never thought I would utter those words again, but this new company is allowing me the opportunity to get back into the world that I have spent the majority of my adult life, while continue to live out the dream of opening my dog daycare. When I first got the call about the job, I really thought it was almost too good to be true. How could a company encourage me to do something with my extra time, even when they were paying me? I've always waited for the other shoe to drop when something was way too good too be true, but after much self convincing, I know this is exactly the opportunity I deserve. I can't tell you how many days I've sat behind a desk and wondered why I'm taking up a chair at all? When I do work, I work my ass off, but I've never really had a job that required my year 'round attention. Now I have the chance to do things on my own timeline and be happy at the same time. Of course I could write you all in a few months saying that my trepidation of taking this job was a reality and now I'm living in my car with my dog wondering just how long we both can go before I start to eat her. I don't think it will get to that point, but hey, anythings possible. So, I'm happy to report that after 6 months of funemployment I am gainfully employed and moving to a city near you. For the time being, I'm going to sit tight and make some money so that I'm able to move, but in the meantime I'm just going to have to make due with my room mates :o) I don't know if Scout will make it out alive, but I'll do just fine. I guess with her, moving home meant that her animal status moved up from dog to goat. I've heard of dogs eating some crazy things, but this particular animal has gotten into EVERYTHING. She's eaten everything from dad's glasses, to phone cords, an ENTIRE tin of cupcakes, a loaf of bread, pillows, paper towels, oven mitts, towels, wrappers, money (well to her credit, she's only eating half of the bills, but still. We try to check her poop for change, but sadly there is none to report) you name it, it's not safe in the house. Unless of course you are her actual food and that she's been picky enough not to eat. Today I get a call from Meg asking me if I had thrown away a container of vitamins because it was empty. The answer was no, but somehow she got into the drawer in my bathroom and took out the empty container, got bored with that, found the cookie wrappers that were hidden somewhere downstairs, got bored with that, started working on the pillows, got bored with them so went upstairs to have a nap. The amazing thing is that the gate was up to prevent her from even going downstairs. This kid is the best magician that money can't buy. It honestly amazes me how we haven't ended up in urgent care with her yet. I'm sure there are things that we haven't even seen her eat that she's gotten into. For a few days, Meg was missing her Netflix DVD and I thought, oh God, here we go again, but we found that in an unexpected place. (that's not unusual for the Galanty house though) I mean, my brother lives with an honest to goodness goat, and I wonder how different the two of them actually are. I mean besides the fact that it's not weird to own a dog. Last night my dad came home and probably said the funniest line of 2011. Meg had asked about my brother and how things were going in the new place and he says "Well, first of all, the goat is now living in the house". I thought I was going to pee my pants. If this were a euphemism for anything it might not be so funny, but in the literal sense, that is the funniest thing I've ever heard. I mean, for starters, did you really think if you were going to move in with someone who got a goat, that that animal wouldn't somehow make it into the house? I mean, what kind of crazy nut job wakes up and thinks to themselves that their life is incomplete somehow, but if only they had a goat they would be fulfilled? And then, what type of person also says, the person that I'm going to live with decided one day to get a goat. This is awesome. The goat is so cute. To me, I can't honestly say who is worse? The dirty hippie for getting the goat, or my brother for thinking it was going to be okay. But then, it keeps getting funnier, or to me at least. I literally just got off the phone with my brother who says, "I leave the house for 2 minutes and by the time I get back, there is goat shit on my bed". I honestly tried not to laugh directly into the phone, but did you honestly expect a different result? THE LADY HAS A GOAT!!!! I sometimes wonder how he and I are related.

I think that just about wraps up the latest in the dramady that can sometimes be my life. I hope I have kept you entertained, line by line.

Weather What?!?!?!?

Okay, so riddle me this? How in the world was I driving around Northern Virginia, last week, with the top down on my convertible and this week I have my winter coat back on? It's like Mother Nature was saying, hey kids, I know you got hit really bad last year with this terrible winter storm so I'm going to throw you a bone. But this bone is going to be a very tiny one that you can't really touch, but rather admire from a very, very, VERY far distance. Have I mentioned that I hate winter, because I do.

Considering that I don't have anything earth shattering to report, allow me a few moments to catch you up on the latest in this girls life.....

DOG DAY CARE: Had a great idea for a name, The Scooby Shack, which immediately got squashed because an IP lawyer just knew I would get sued by Hannah Barbarra. However, my confusion lies not in the fact that I would get sued, because God knows I don't want too, but in the fact that upon Googling the name, I come up with at least three other businesses with the same name. If those names aren't trademarked, how will I be the one being sued? One friend of mine suggests that I literally call HB to find out if I could use the name, which I'm toying with because I REALLY like the name. Other than that, I have decided to move the business to Long Beach due to the massive amounts of dogs and people in the area. I've done the math and shockingly the cost of doing business in Long Beach, CA vs. Southlake, TX is very similar. I thought I was going to lose my shirt, but it looks like everything is coming together.

COOKING: I'm so excited to report that I started cooking from my Rachel Ray cookbook again. I'm also proud to say that the two recipes that I made in a week; Florentine Meatballs and Fajita Burgers were both amazing. I'm still toying with the idea of taking the Julie and Julia blog concept of talking about each of the recipes I make from her, but I honestly don't want to challenge my good friend Rachel. Stayed tuned for next weeks Paella burgers. I have no idea how they will come out, but I love Paella and I love burgers, so I feel like it can't fail.

WEIGHT: I'm going to call complete BS on the whole P90x concept. Although it's been 6 months from me leaving North Carolina, I have lost a total of 12 pounds, on my own! I work out when I want to. Basically eat what I want to, in moderation, and don't have some alien life form, also known as Tony Horton, screaming at me to keep it up. I will admit that I was a sucker for the system and if it worked for you, than congratulations, I just don't want someone telling me I have to workout every day and eating only specific foods that will cost me way more at the grocery store. Wow, what a great life coach I would be :o) Don't listen to those other guys kids, just do what I say and you'll get the results you want :o)

VEGAS: I will only mention this briefly. Yes, I will be going to Vegas on an over-night trip on Thursday. This is to attend a job interview/company retreat with a new company who is courting me. I will talk more about this later, but I do believe there are some people who deserve the respect to hear this news from me directly instead of reading it on a blog that "somehow" made it to their attention. Not that I haven't learned first hand how my blog could be taken out of context and come back to bite me in the ass or anything....but I digress.

THE BACHELOR: Okay yes, I am watching this season again, and ONLY because the hottest contestant that has ever graced the screen of my television has made a repeat performance. The girls have done anything but disappoint me on this journey either. I know how invested I am in a show when I'm yelling at the screen every time that Brad didn't vote Michelle off. Even though the ending of last weeks show was ruined for me, I continued to see the sweet justice prevail. A question was asked of me if I would ever want to be on that show and the short answer is no. I would NEVER ever, EVER want to date the same guy as 20 other women. At least with me knowing about it. I have a hard enough time when someone doesn't answer their texts right away and I immediately jump to the conclusion that he's on some sort of date. Could you imagine my crazy ass on that show knowing that my subject of desire is off gallivanting with some other slut doing God knows what, while I sit at our Whoretel with the other rejects of the night. Yeah, I just don't think it would work out for me.

So, wish me luck on Thursday, even though I know I won't really need it. I hope to at least have some crazy stories from that trip for you guys....Man, my life is a little boring lately. I need to spice it up a bit.

Okay, okay, I know you haven't heard from me in weeks and have been wondering what on earth happened to me. Well, to make a long story short, I regret to inform you that upon attempting to knock over an ATM, and get away with it, I got caught. This is what happens when you listen to your friends who come up with a "can't fail" scenario....which is exactly what happened, it failed. Who knew that this certain ATM location was a hot spot for undercover cops. I was arrested immediately and detained for what seemed to be the longest length of time in my life. I had to endure the worst possible living conditions any person should EVER. Jail is not a place that people should visit, let alone live. You know how I used to say that I'm too pretty to go back to jail, well, now I can mean it. "Thankfully", due to overcrowding, I was sent home and placed under house arrest. I was too embarrassed to blog during that time, so I went silent. Heck, even my closest friends that weren't involved in this terrible scheme had no idea what happened. I'm only confessing now because of many constant reminders that my blog has been empty. Plus, I was really running out of excuses as to why I wasn't around...soooo, there you have it.


Raise your hands if you actually believed that story? That over thinker, do-gooder me, would actually get arrested for doing something as stupid as trying to knock over an ATM? I've seen Barber Shop, and Barber Shop 2, which in and of itself is a crime, but those two idiots couldn't make it happen, and that's a movie. Usually everything works out in the movies. No, if I'm going to get arrested, it's going to be for something far more calculated than that. I'm a go big or go home kind of girl. If I'm getting caught, it's on purpose. To become legendary. I only made this story up to potentially have something entertaining in this blog, in the event that I disappoint you with the truth. The reason I went MIA is because I'd just been back in California for the past 10 days. Just living the life at Pebble Beach. Soaking up the 70 degree weather while my friends back here on the East Coast were dealing with snow and cold. If it's any consolation, I wasn't outside very much. If the shoe was on the other foot, I wouldn't care, but 70 degree weather in February...I'll take it. I'd love to say that the most interested thing happened to me at Pebble, but it didn't. This tournament was MUCH slower than The Open, but actually had celebrities. I will now take this moment to focus on what a pain in the ass celebrities really are.
1. They walk around pretending that they don't want attention from everyone around them, but the second they are around, it's pure chaos. My recommendation, celebrities, order room service if you really don't want people to fawn over you.
2. They immediately think that every one around them knows who they are. Considering my Bible is People magazine, of course I'm going to know who most of these clowns are, but please don't assume that just because you are a singer, that you are going to be immediately recognized by everyone around you.
3. Not only does the camera add 10 pounds, it adds 10 inches. All these people are short. I mean, even with flats on, I'm staring at the top of Kevin Costner's head. Oh, and Padma, eat a sandwich. I thought that if I sneezed you were going to blow down the stairs. You work on a cooking show for Christ sake. Don't you think you should actually eat what they are cooking?
4. George Lopez....stop asking my cocktail servers to break up with their boyfriends. They only have one kidney as it is and they aren't going to give it to you....ohhhhh burn.
To be honest, the only celebrity I have anything nice to say about is Clay Walker. Although my friends at Pebble would disagree with me. He was so humble when he walked in with his adorable little family. The hostess had no idea who he was and he actually runs a charity tournament there once a year. Of course I spoke to him like we were old friends. Got him a table right away, and not because he's Clay Walker, but because he had two little kids, under the age of 3 with him and if there is anything that I know, it's that if you are coming to a restaurant to eat with a child, let alone two, you are ready to eat now. You have no time to dilly dally. Of course it didn't hurt how well he has aged because he's still cute as a button.

All in all, it was an okay 10 days away. I really missed my dog and wanted to get home sooner than normal. I know for 10 days away I don't really have much to say, but if Dad knew I was blogging instead of doing his to-do list for him, I'd be in some trouble :o)

Hope to talk with you guys again before the weeks out!

Late!