Mark and I moved to Naples, Italy on April 22, 2012. We will be there for three years and will be documenting all aspects of our crazy new life overseas. Enjoy! Ciao! -The Bakers
My accounting professor for my MBA class has his PhD in accounting. Lame, right? Haha.
Anyway, he is a ‘doctor.’
One of his students called his house to ask a question one evening. His son answered the telephone. Dr. “John” only heard one end of the conversation. He assumed it went something like this:
Hello?
Hi, I’m calling to speak with Dr. John.
Well, he’s here, but let me tell you! He is not the type of Doctor that can do you any good!
….and with that, Dr. John answered the phone. Haha*
IMAGINE: You are in the Himalayas, on vacation from work. It was a very big goal of yours. Your team is exhausted. Your guide tells you if you do not move through the pass tonight, you might have to make the thirty day trip back. Another group comes up to you and has an unconscious religious man that they can’t carry anymore. They tell you it is your turn to be the Good Samaritan. He is alive. What do you do?
This was a situational example given in my MBA class the second week we had ever met. Our class (who barely knew each other of course) had to raise their hands and list possible options for the situation….
· take him with us
· leave him
· split up
· all stay with him
…
All I could think about was, REALLY??? NO ONE IS GOING TO SAY IT???? My first instinct was to take him. He is a human being! How could you live with yourself if you left him? Worse come to worse, he dies and you get to eat him!
So, yeah, you guessed it…. To the horror of my husband, I raised my hand and gave my possible option. All I got was nothing but nervous chuckles and groans from my classmates.
Second MBA Class ever.
I guess I’ll try to make friend in my NEXT class.. Instead of class clown, I’m class a-hole…
On the way out of class that night, a guy came up to Mark and I.
“I’m walking out with the skydivers!” He said, attempting to make small talk as we walked to our cars.
“Yeah!” Mark said… “She told everyone she was scared to go skydiving and I peer pressured her into it… Think about how scared I am to ever go hiking with her again!!”
Touché, Mark…Touché….
There are so many instances, I just can’t narrow it down…..
Okay….
I’ve always been sarcastic. My Dad so lovingly refers to me as “smartass.”
We were hiking in Arizona. I was 14 and Evan was 4. This is important information. Evan was hiking just as much as the rest of us. My Dad was recording with our camcorder the size of a bazooka.
He looks at Evan. My little brother had beautiful blue eyes, huge lips, and a blonde mullet. He lookes up at my Dad and the bazooka with is tear-filled eyes:
“Dad, my yegs hurt.”
“Your legs hurt?”
“YES” replies little Evan
“Come on, Dad. The 4 year old is right. This sucks.” Said the outdoors girl that is me.
“Alright, let’s just see what’s at the top of this hill and then we will turn around.” Said my father, in an attempt to appease all and prolong his hike.
To which the smartass 14 year old replies: “TREES!”
That’s when the tape turns off. I am positive (and I deserved it) my Dad beat me after that. I’ve never been an outdoor girl. I love me some air conditioning. I’m not sorry.
I also love that my whole tantrum was caught on tape…all thanks to that bazooka.
One summer I will never forget is the summer Kayla and I participated in a reading contest.
The local library was having a contest to encourage kids to read. I don’t think the librarians intended for us to turn into complete weirdos like Kayla and I did.
We locked ourselves in our front foyer surrounded by books and a list. We would read books as fast as our little eyes could allow. Then add them to the list.
We probably ended up winning a coupon for a free personal pan pizza with the purchase of $20 or more, but we lost a summer. We probably retained 1/25 of what we read too.
What can we say? We are both competitive… Even if it means we lock ourselves in a room and read books like freakazoids….ALL.SUMMER.LONG.
I’ve always been mean to my baby sister. I love her SO MUCH, but I’ve always felt like it was my job to poke fun at her. Kayla has always looked up to me. One day, Kayla and I had some Sprees. They were one of our favorite candies at the time.
I just realized I have told this story several times. I just should steer clear of telling it. I look like a total a-hole in the tale… oh well….
Anyway, Kayla and I were going to play. I told Kayla she had to finish her candy before I would play with her.
Kayla scarfed the candy so she could play with me.
Aaaaaaaand just when she thought I was going to be nice, I regressed to old ways.
As soon as Kayla was finished with her Sprees, I pulled mine out of my pocket.
I savored every piece of my candy while Kayla salivated. I’m so mean.
Kharma is real because Kayla went on to become a much better athlete than I’ll ever be. While she was running races, though, her older sister was on the sidelines, cheering her on….and eating candy.
In college, my best friend, Jenny, and I wanted to be Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for Halloween. Unfortunately, the only outfits we could find were for boys 8-10 years.
What can we say? We are optimists.
It looked like we were wearing capris, our thigh bands had to be torn off to fit into the outfit, and we had to wear tank tops under them because the back on the outfit wouldn’t shut. But we wore them.
Jen and I thought we looked awesome. She was Jenatello and I was Tiffelangelo.
We went to a fraternity party that night and looked more hilarious than sexy. We didn’t care. Jen and I always had a good time, no matter how goofy we looked.
“Jesus in a Manger”
Every year, my family attends the midnight mass at church for Christmas. At SUMC, Michelle and Kevin McCrea sing a song they wrote years ago. It is beautiful and so much fun to watch them sing it. My family LOVES it so much, my Mom made them sing it last year even though they weren’t scheduled to. SING ON, MCCREAS! WE LOVE YOU!
I had two favorite toys growing up: My PC Pal and my Mother Goose.
PC PAL: This was a disgusting little gadget that used a DOS program to play word games. I used to bring it on road trips and it was so much fun. One night, I camped out in my front yard. It rained the next day. My PC Pal was drenched. I was distraught and my parents bought me a new one. *whew*
MOTHER GOOSE: Mother Goose was this lifesize bird that read me stories. This was a perfect replacement for parents. Haha. After putting the appropriate cassette into Mother Goose’s wing, one could listen to the bird tell the story of Humpty Dumpty.
One night, Mother Goose came alive and started moving her mouth and staring at me. I SWEAR! It was super scary and I am still petrified of birds to this day.
Christmas songs should be played no more than 7 days before the event. Or maybe they should only be allowed to play on one designated station. I’m annoyed ALREADY. Call me Scrooge, I don’t care. But if I hear HERE COMES SANTA CLAUS one more time IN NOVEMBER I’m going to projectile vomit on the person (or object) singing it.
Hey tiffany baker
Why don’t you call me
Are you ignoring me or what
Alright
Ive got my phone on me
I’m waiting on you
Love you
Bye
Hello tiffany baker
This is david Alexander
Um
Dad
Call me
I got your message
Or your missed call
Um
I’m home working in the garage
I haven’t called grandma
So yeah
Want to go out to eat
See you then lets do it
Call me I will keep my cell phone on me now
And yes my number comes up as unknown or whatever
Alrightythen
Bye bye
Oh
Love you
Hey its mom I’m getting ready to take a shower so I will try to give you a call when I get out of there. Love you. Bye
I got this from a recent email… I liked it and thought I would share::
24. Be ye fishers of men…You catch them and He’ll clean them.
25. God doesn’t call the qualified, He qualifies the called.
