Tahoe

Manny and I went to Lake Tahoe for our honeymoon. On the plane ride there, we saw two famous people lookalikes and I wanted to share them with everyone.

First we saw a guy who looked like Clark Kent...

We also saw a guy who looked like Linguini from the movie Ratatouille...

I guess we were creepers taking pictures of random people on the airplane, but we had to do it :-)

I wanted to give a preview of what Lake Tahoe looked like. It was gorgeous!!! 

We had to wear a jacket pretty much everyday. It rained two days that we were there. One of our rainy days we stayed in and watched Netflix all day. The second rainy day we braved the rain and went hiking. 

We went parasailing on the lake and jet skiing. The water was sooooo cold! One of the people there said the water was probably 55 degrees (it's all snow melt).

We went to a soda pop shop, Manny got some root beer and we bought some taffy. We saw these hilarious mustaches...

A mustache for everyday of the week! Haha

We walked around town a lot and went to an art gallery. We saw some pretty paintings. I liked the Disney ones the best :-)

The hotel we stayed at, The Lake Tahoe Resort Hotel, had a restaurant on the bottom floor. Our waiter is a professional skier, but during the summer he works at the restaurant. I thought that was pretty cool. Apparently that is true for most of the employees, working at the hotel is just a summer job.

Manny and I are hoping to go back to Tahoe in the winter so we can go skiing.

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.