Five Feelings of the Weekend

We traveled back home this weekend to good ole Ta Town. It was a short trip, but time well spent with the fam. AND, we got to experience the un-heard of 70 degree weather in January.
Did I really just write January!? Yes I did. Well, too bad Kansans, better get ready for the storm of the century. So, they're saying. If you know me well, you know how I feel about all this snow.

Ok, time for a short recap. Five feelings (with stories) I took away from the weekend:

Appreciation
The primary reason we went to Ta Town was to get Brian's car fixed. After dealing with an annoying loud whistle for three months and a $900+ quote from a Kansas City car shop, we decided to call my daddy-o to the rescue. He's a genius when it comes to cars, so the option was a no-brainer. I guess my brother thought so too, since he made the trip home to also get some work done. The boys spent all morning and afternoon in the shop, so MUCH appreciation to my daddy for helping us out!

Embarassment
While the boys turned wrenches, Amy (bro's gf) and I decided to go shopping. Well, all the cars were being occupied at the shop and my mom was at work, so we only had one option of getting there: My very first car, the '92 maroon Honda Accord with 200,000+ miles, that my dad still chooses to rock out from time to time.

Don't get me wrong, she was a good car for my first 7 years of driving, I really loved her. But, she has taken a turn for the worst. Chipped paint, rust spots, sun damage, visible dents and mishaps that are still there from running into things in college...she's in bad shape. Her new name is The Beater.

Beater or not, she was our only option to get to the mall. I bit the bullet. However, it was quite detrimental to my life. I kept thinking as I clunked down the street slightly covering my face, someone from high school is going to see me and think, "wow, Krista has done really well for herself, she's still driving the same POS from high school."

We survived.

Delight
More like obsessed! I tried Orange Leaf for the first time. We stopped at one in Olathe on our way back into town, but Wichita has them too. OMG, amazingness! It's like Pinkberry on crack. There were about 15 different kinds of frozen yogurt to choose from and way too many topping choices. I had Passion Fruit, Strawberry and Cake Batter each loaded with different toppings (strawberries, kiwi, sprinkles, cookie dough). If you have one near you, go now!

Disappointment
The Cats were slaughtered by the chicken hawks. KSU is such a disappointing team this year. Luckily, we just went up to On the Border to watch the game and get some grub, so we weren't completely surrounded by the annoying chant. How do we go from a #3 ranked team to where we are now? Our hopes have been shattered. But, I'm still proud to be a wildcat.

WTF?
Is that even a feeling? Probably not, but once you hear the story, you'll understand. So, after OTB, we headed to a bar. This bar happens to be where you are guaranteed to run into people from high school. And just to be honest, there are people from HS that I would love to run into, and others that, well, I would just prefer not to. So I see this guy from HS that I would have loved to dodge, but when he comes up to me (and Brian and my parents), it was unavoidable. And keep in mind, he was little intoxicated.

So the fake convo begins...where are you at now? What do you do? Then, he asks me to put out my hands, palm side down (so he could check to see if I was married).

Me: Yeah, I've been married for two years now. That's my husband, Brian.
HS guy: Where did you pick him up at?
Me: [I didn't pick him up you d-bag] We met at K-State and then moved to KC after graduation
HS guy: Damn girl, you look really good.
Me: Well thanks. So, what have you been up to?
HS guy: [Interrupting me mid sentence] Man, you just look so sexy. Are your boobs fake or are those real?

First of all, my boobs are not some guy I went to HS with's business to be talking about. Especially in front of my husband. Sheesh. And second, I am less than endowed up top, so I highly doubt they looked fake.

And, for the record, I wasn't wearing a revealing shirt at all. They were very put away. Who seriously says that!?