That one time the fire alarm wasn't lying

So I was just sitting there, or lounging rather, watching Felicity on Netflix and the fire alarm goes off. And I think to myself, "Well this is embarrassing. This is totally because I turned my oven to self-clean. I wonder which smoke detector I need to fan to get it to shut off."

Okay, first of all, who invented the self-cleaning oven because it is terrible. It stinks, and it burns your eyes, and it takes forever, and it doesn't really work! And secondly, someone at DiGiorno pizza should be ashamed of themselves for making a faulty pizza that tears right apart when you pull it out of the oven thus dropping cheese and peperoni all over the bottom of the over thus ensuring that you must use the defective self-clean on your oven.

Back to my thought, I walked out of our bedroom to quizzically stare at Jason who was watching some basketball game and he quizzically stared right back at me. "Is this because I used the self-clean thing-a-ma-gig on our oven?" As I walked towards the kitchen I realized the fire alarm was definitely not just in our apartment and was definitely blaring through out the building and I hoped that is was NOT because of my stupid oven because that would be terribly embarrassing.

We poke our head into the hallway and see that our neighbors that we have never met are doing the same thing. We are all like little prairie dogs with our heads just sticking out in the hallway but our bodies safely tucked inside our apartments. Jason and I are the first to exit our apartment and head down the two flights to the bottom because we are the responsible types and hesitantly a few more people follow.

So we gather outside keeping to ourselves and the fire department shows up. They head into the building and a few minutes later the alarm turns off. We all start walking back in and the alarm starts up again so we pause for a second. Then it turns off again so we head up the stairs but the alarm starts up again. At this point we all decide it's some big fluke so we ignore it and head back to our apartments (geniuses, I know).

Well when the few of us who live on the third floor got to the top, we looked down the hallway to see two firemen (well a fireman and a firewoman) feeling the handle on the door at the end. "Do you think we should bust it open?" one said to the other. "Yeah I think we should." So obviously, none of us bright kids decide to head back down stairs because these firepeople are BUSTING DOWN A DOOR ON OUR FLOOR! But it didn't take to long for the woman to notice us who promptly yelled at us to get back downstairs. Which we did (but not before Jason took these really terrible pictures with his phone.)

When we got back outside we told those who live on the first and second floor what we saw and that's when one guy noticed smoke coming from one of the end windows. So after a lot of staring and speculating, the alarm turned off again.

Turns out there was some sort of electrical fire in the bathroom. Everyone is okay. And now that we've returned to our apartment, all I would like to do is bake a cookie or two, but with the fire alarm being in such a feeble state what with all the blaring and blinking, I feel like anything could trigger it at this point, especially my stinky oven. Oh what is a girl to do.




While in California, Jason and I were tasked with the job of getting some engagement pictures taken of my sister Caitlin and her awesome fiance Ben. Jason was never overly enthusiastic about my "take pictures of my outfits every day" venture BUT in the process he became quite the skilled photographer. So after I took a look at the kids and approved their sartorial choices, I handed the camera to my man and told him to make some magic hap'n cap'n. Which he did.

While Caitlin and Ben went to change into different clothes my mom (who was on umbrella duty) snapped this picture of Jason and I. What a short looking picture! ..Did I say short? I meant great. But usually pictures of Jason and I incorporate one of the below:

  • We are sitting
  • We are standing and I am in 4-inch heels
  • We are standing and I am on my tiptoes and stretching my neck to appear taller (I can assure you that this is the least attractive of the options)
As you can see, none of these strategies were incorporated into the above picture thus making me look like a munchkin next to a giant. But this giant is of the Roald Dahl variety. And right now he is taking me out to ice cream because I got a raise today! Maybe I'll wear some heels in honor of the celebration. 


I am now combobulated

Fact: Today is Thursday.
Fact: We fly to California to visit my parents on Thursday.
Belief: Yesterday was Tuesday.

All day yesterday, it was Tuesday. And the day before that was Monday and then next day would be Wednesday. I sat in my office and chatted with one of my colleagues. I told him I was "going to California to visit my parents on Thursday." (Which to me meant "in two days" and to him meant "tomorrow." Which is weird because who says the name of the day when they can just say tomorrow? Am I right? I'm right.)

I told Jason to be sure and bring our luggage home from storage so I would have my suitcase when I pack tomorrow night (Wednesday) for my trip on Thursday (in two days)... because today was Tuesday (no it wasn't).

We went over to his parents' house last night (Wednesday, which I thought was Tuesday) for some games and treats and American Idol. I was telling Jason's mom that I was in such a good mood and didn't know why. "It must be my new shoes," I mused. "Or maybe my return to my old blog."

"Or because you are heading to California tomorrow," offered Jason's dad.

"On Thursday," I corrected.

"Yeah, tomorrow," said Jason.

"No, today's Tuesday," I again corrected so very confidently.

"Today is Wednesday." "Yeah, today is Wednesday." Both Jason and his dad said so very politely.

I grabbed my phone to prove them wrong but as it clicked in my mind I suddenly felt very discombobulated. Like I had been living a lie all day long.

Well, then I got over that discombobulation and realized that if it really was Wednesday, that meant I was going to visit my parents tomorrow! (Which is now today.) And if there is ever a good way to be discombobulated, it is thinking that your wait for a trip is longer than it actually is and then getting to leave on said trip sooner than expected.

Hooray for discombobulation!


Don't trust me when I say things. They are probably not true. Like the whole, "I will never return" schtick. Bunch of dirty, rotten lies.

I dabbled in taking pictures of my clothes for a year. While it was fun and creative and all that jazz, I really ended up feeling materialistic and like I was trying too hard. And so I tried to return to writing on my fashionfashion blog but I couldn't. Serious writers block. And then I had an epiphany. "Go back to where you started," that epiphany said.

So I have returned. To where it all began. Good ole rebeccawithanr dot blogspot dot com.

I'm back.