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My Hero

I have thirty minutes before LOST begins, so I thought I would tell you guys a little story about my hero. This past week has been GMA week. For those readers of the Buckingham blog who might not know what that is, which is probably most of you, GMA week is Gospel Music Association week. I work for a Christian record label and every GMA we make our presence known. Basically this means bringing our artists to Nashville and shamelessly promoting them to radio, media and retail. Enough history, on to the story.

On Tuesday Provident Distribution (I work for Provident Label, same family) had a showcase luncheon. I went to video Provident Label artists. I had a black backpack that I put all my video stuff in, my wallet, my blackberry, my cell phone, pretty much everything. I put the backpack under a table while I video taped the lunch. After the lunch I went to retrieve backpack. AND.... you guessed it, the backpack was GONE. So I thought to myself... okay, someone must have moved it. Then after realizing that did not occur. I thought, okay, surely someone accidently picked it up thinking it was theirs, it will be returned in a moment (FYI, there were like 200-300 people at this lunch). After 30 mins or so I get a little worried. So I borrow a friend's cell phone and call Pol and tell him about my problem. Pol gives me the number to the bank so I can cancel my debt card, you know, JUST in case it was stolen (though surely not). Time goes by and I really am thinking, what am I going to do? I have to file a report with the hotel "cop". Then I sit there. I try to call Pol again, just cause. Pol doesn't answer. But then Rob (guy Pol works with) calls the cell phone I have been borrowing.

Here is that conversation:
ME: "Rob?"
ROB: "We are in hot pursuit of your backpack."
ME: "WHAT?"
ROB: "Yeah, Pol is on the phone with the dude that stole your backpack. He wants money for it."
ME: "WHAT?"
Rob: "For real, we are on Broadway right now looking for this guy"
ME: "WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Are you SERIOUS? I am calling the cops if you are serious.
ROB: "Call the cops.. I'm dead serious. Pol is making a deal with the guy. OH WAIT, CRAP, Pol just jumped out of the car! I have to go, I have to drive."
ME: "WHAT? TELL HIM TO GET BACK IN THE CAR!!!!!! DO NOT GET STABBED OVER MY BACKPACK!!!!!!!!!!"
ROB: hangs up

fifteen mins later:
ROB: "Hey, sorry, I see Pol, dude that stole your backpack, and your backpack. Think all is good."
ME: "ARE THERE PEOPLE AROUND? DO NOT DIE OVER MY BACKPACK!!!!"
ROB: "It's good, I'll call you back."

another fifteen mins:
POL: "Hey, meet us outside the hotel, I have your backpack"
ME: "OK, no stab wound?"
POL: "Just a flesh wound... haha"

And then my backpack, my husband, and Rob show up. All the contents to my backpack were there.. well minus a jacket, my Dove Ticket, Costco and Kroger cards, and a few other random receipts/papers.

Here is how Pol ended up with my backpack:
Pol called my cell, thinking if someone did accidently pick up my bag, maybe they answer my cell and he could get them to meet me. Someone did pick up.. dude out of his mind. Pol knew right away it had been stolen. Dude (dude is how I refer to the thief) tells pol he "found" my backpack... yeah, under a table. Dude then tells Pol he would be glad to give it back, for a fee. Pol is like.. sure, whatever, where are you. Dude directs Pol to his location in downtown Nashville, but then keeps moving on Pol. Pol finally jumped out of the car because it was easier to run around nashville than drive up and down one way streets. FINALLY Pol found Dude and made the "exchange". $4 for my backpack. Dude wanted more and Pol said, I would get you money out of the ATM, but my wife cancelled the cards, since you "found" her backpack.

Dude, went on his crazy way. And Pol is my hero.

I now have 2 mins till Lost begins.. this was a long story!

The Effects

Into The Ring:

Every spring there is a HUGE fight at the Buckingham Palace.

In the left corner: Angry, curse-spewing Pol

In the right corner: MR. BIG BAD LAWN MOWER

Round 1: MR BIG BAD LAWN MOWER throws a sucker punch to Pol. Every spring Pol believes MR BIG BAD LAWN MOWER might start for him. Never has this happened.

Round 1 goes to MR BIG BAD LAWN MOWER.

Round 2: Pol kicks MR BIG BAD LAWN MOWER. Nothing happens.
Round 2 goes to MR BIG BAD LAWN MOWER.

Round 3: Pol attacks MR BIG BAD LAWN MOWER with his "guns". Round 3 - MR BIG BAD LAWN MOWER.

Round 4: Pol yells obscenities at MR BIG BAD LAWN MOWER.
Round 4 - MR BIG BAD LAWN MOWER.

WATER BREAK

Round 5: Pol buys a new lawn mower.

TKO - POL WINS!

There is a new kid in town.

Happy Friday!

I needed a change

Since I have felt like poo the last month. And I think I might actually be on the upswing from this hellish sinus infection, I wanted to brighten up the blog. Okay.. black and white might not be BRIGHT, but better than the black background.

And the picture of the loft is to inspire Pol and I to get cracking on the house! Liam is starting to rock back and forth on his hands and knees... crawling is coming soon.. as is video of him rocking. Stay tuned. Oh, and I might get around to updating the Buckingham 101 list. We have actually accomplished some things on it!

Not quite strep

So you know how yesterday I said I have crazy bad allergies. When I discovered white bumps on my tonsils last night are started thinking.. humm, maybe this is more than allergies. This morning I took my nearly closed throat to the doctor. Where I found out I do not have strep.. at least that is what the test says. The doctor was shocked I do not actually have strep. He said he was going to treat it like it is strep, because by all signs it should be.

I have really bad allergies, and nearly strep. Awesome.

Maybe it's black lung disease from the smoke I inhaled yesterday.

I should have stayed in bed

You know, there are those mornings where you just know... I really shouldn't get out of bed. Alas, the responsibilities of life beckon you, so unwillingly you give in.

Here is why I should have just pulled the covers over my head:
1. Liam is sick. He is at home with Pol. I wanted to stay home with my sick boy, but I can't because I am crazy behind at work. Even though I have allergies from hell, I have to drag my body to work.
2. I started a fire at work today. This is not a joke. I STARTED A FIRE AT WORK. Here is how this went down: I put my taco shells in the toaster oven, then went to heat up my left over meat. Along the way, a co-worker stopped to chat with me. I knew by the time I would get back my tacos would probably be burned. I was right they were burned, but they weren't just burned, they were CHARRED. CHARRED PEOPLE. Smoke was BILLOWING from the toaster oven. When I opened the door, FLAMES shot out (because adding Oxygen was a good idea). I closed the door immediately and we (me and three co-workers, one of whom is my boss) watched the flames inside the oven. As we try to determine what to do, the flames eventually subside. BUT the smoke is still BILLOWING. We are sure the sprinklers are going to go off. Somehow they didn't... and I suddenly feel less safe in case of a fire in my building. So now the halls of my office building are filled with smoke. I am pretty sure they are going to take away our toaster oven.
3. Do I really need a third reason to wish I never got out of bed. Doesn't almost burning down a building count for like ten reasons?

I ate grapes for lunch. RIP leftovers