Oh life!

Ok so Manny and I got married June 15th and now we are currently living in an apartment. Manny goes to Fire Academy everyday and I am left here at home alone. So needless to say, I have a lot of adventures here at home.

My first adventure was a few weeks ago when I was making tortillas. I had made the dough and was starting to fry them. Part of a tortilla stuck to the pan and started smoking a lot. (Well I thought it was part of a tortilla, it was really a piece of melted spatula). All the smoke set the fire alarm off, so I quickly turned on the fan above the stove, the fan in the living room, I opened the back door, and turned on the AC. I closed our bedroom door because apparently there are two smoke alarms in our apartment that are three feet apartment, whose idea was that?!?! When I closed our bedroom door that smoke alarm stopped beeping, and I started fanning the smoke alarm in the dining room with a towel. It stopped after a few minutes. I was scared that the building smoke alarm would go off, it didn't. So then I was afraid that the neighbors would come over and ask if everything was good. Nothing happened. I was in the clear. I just bad a smoke filled apartment.

Last week I was making Chicken Parmesan... Well you have to brown it before you put it in the oven, so I put some oil in the pan and was waiting for it to simmer. I was waiting and waiting and waiting, I decided I would stir the oil with a spoon.I was stirring the hot oil and I saw white in the bottom of the pan and I thought "Oh man! Am I making butter?!?" Not thinking clearly because obviously oil doesn't turn into butter -_- haha! I finally saw a string from the spoon... Snaps!! The spoon had melted...

The oil was smoking so I did my smoke routine. I turned on the stove fan, the living room fan, opened the back door, turned on the AC, closed our bedroom door, and started fanning the smoke detector with a towel. The smoke detector stopped beeping, but the oil was still smoking a lot. I knew I had to get rid of the oil. I was smart enough to know not to dump the hot oil down the sink... So plan B! I took it outside and dumped the oil on a bush (I didn't think about the bush combusting, luckily it had rained most of the day so everything was wet). I was in the clear again, but just had an apartment filled with smoke.

The poor bush that sacrificed it's life for my burning eyes!

Ok so I know it's not just me because Manny and I made tortillas last week before my second incident and we set off the smoke detector. It's just too sensitive! It might come unplugged soon. Don't tell my soon-to-be fireman husband.