I'll be Home for Christmas - if only I don't get stranded in a New Orleans flash flood!

Ok - story time. I left the apartment to pick John up from law school. Time: 5pm. We were headed to a Christmas party - so I was of course carrying a tray of ghetto fabulous brownies. I looked outside and saw that it was raining...and raining HARD! I got to my car parked on the street, only to find it submerged in about 2 feet of water! Somehow I managed to get the brownies in the car safely and I climbed into the drivers seat by way of the back seat. After driving through a small ocean, I made it to Tulane where John had to wade in mid-calf deep water to get to the car. With both of us in the car, we tried to get on St. Charles to go to the party, but the water was so deep that it started seeping into the car. That's right - PUDDLES on the floor of my civic!! We tried a side street, but only got caught in even deeper water. Finally we made it to slightly higher ground and parked on a median along with a bunch of other cars to wait out the storm. While there - a man dressed in a yellow chicken suit walked around to all the cars waving a sign for "Wing Zone" (a restaurant 20 yards away) They obviously grabbed hold of the advertising opporunity. But even their clever enticements were no match for our budget minded brains. John still had his lunch with him in his lunch box. (Yes - my grown man husband has a lunch box that I pack daily) We rationed it between the two of us and waited. And waited and waited and waited. FINALLY we found our way home via the highway. Time: 7:45pm. Once in our parking garage we got rag towels and tried to sop up the bottom of the civic while listening to Christmas music. Needless to say - we never made it to the party. Ba humbug! lol Christmas in New Orleans sure is different! But anyone want some leftover brownies? I only have a couple dozen or so! haha

THANKSGIVING IN UTAH

KIM'S BIRTHDAY

BRAZILIAN BBQ

IS THERE SUGAR IN DESSERT? ...THEN YES!

Some things in life are just too good to be true. And some things in life are just too bad to be eaten.

In an attempt to eat less sugar - I found myself google-ing "healthy" dessert recipes. I said the same thing you're probably thinking, "Could there be such a thing?" Yet in my quest for a low sugar and somewhat healthy indulgence, I happened upon a recipe for "Black Bean Brownies." Could it be? A HEALTHY brownie?

John said NO. I said WHY NOT?


THIS is why not! lol

I have one word for the makers of the black bean brownie recipe: BOGUS!
Spongey, tasteless, spit-out-of-your-mouth horrible.

Maybe I'll start my own TV show. It would be called "RECIPE BUSTERS." And it'd be a spin-off of Myth Busters. I'll take on unbelievable recipes and prove them terrific or terrible. Look for it next season on the Discovery Channel. haha But promise me you won't look for a recipe for Black Bean Brownies.


Oh, and the sugar free peanut butter cookies? Another RECIPE BUST!

Here's hoping the next recipe works out :)

BUG BUSTER

When the bugs come crawling...Kim goes calling!
(for John that is...)

I walked into our bedroom the other day...only to find the following specimen on the ceiling!


Dude - what in the world is that!?

John came to my rescue armed and dangerous.


10 points for creativity John :)

IGOR IMPRESSION

For future reference: When one attends a church party where the lady in charge asks for a volunteer, one should make sure one knows what one is signing up for before raising one's hand. Let us look at an example. For instance, the girl (who will remain nameless) in the video below could have saved face if she'd heard that she was about to participate in a "Monster Walk Competition" before volunteering. A simple lapse in judgement. But let's not kid ourselves - when it comes right down to it, who doesn't want to see a 5'8" blonde Igor impressionist flail her monkey arms at an audience while her husband with underwear on the outside of his pants and a belt around his head video tapes. Quality. Quality all wrapped up in a Sigety family package. Oh the lengths I go to in order to keep readership on my blog. If this doesn't entertain, I don't know what will.

BOO!

(This post may contain material that is not suitable for children. Reader disgretion is advised) hehe

It's a bird...it's a plane...NO WAIT!

It's John with underwear on the outside of his pants!

(Drum roll please.....) It's QUAIL MAN!


And his love interest...Patty Mayonaise!


Anyone else remember the Nickelodeon classic "Doug" ?




We went all out for our church's Halloween Party/Chili Cookoff this year. John and I cooked chili for the first time ever - and were determined to win! We added our crockpot to the lineup and hoped for the best. (Thank you Wendy for the recipe!)


We ate more chili than anyone really should...lol


And in the end - We took 1st place in the Chili Cookoff and won "Funniest Costume" too! (I credit John for that win...it had to be the underwear)



HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM NEW ORLEANS!

UP UP AND AWAY ON BUSINESS

For the past few months I've been working for a private airport here in New Orleans. I'm a customer service representative at the front desk and take care of the pilots and passengers when they fly in. Coming from Broadcast to this has meant one big learning curve! I now think in military time and you're more than welcome to quiz me A-Z on the phonetic alphabet! haha

So about a week ago I headed to Orlando for my first real business trip. I kissed John goodbye and headed to the annual aviation convention NBAA.

It was an adventure right from the start - my first trip on a King Air!






This was our booth at the convention:


And the view from our booth: LOL!


We checked out some amazing aircraft displays while we were there too.


And when it comes to planes - they're just like people: It's whats on the inside that counts. Guess how much it costs to fly on the plane below...


$11,000 - $15,000 an hour! Oh to be rich...lol

PLAYIN' HOOKIE WITH THE PRESIDENT

Question: What do you get when you put two conservatives and an Obama together in the same room?

Answer: One really awesome blog post.


John and I entered our names into a lottery to try and get tickets to a Town Hall Meeting with the President. WE WON!

The whole community turned out for the big day.

Some waited in line...


Some filmed every moment for the folks at home...


Some sold Doritos...


Some provided service in a secretive manner...


And some geared up for the big event with a chewy granola bar that was lovingly packed in their lunch by their beautiful wife. But only some were so lucky.

Once we made it to our seats (the top row of a PACKED section of bleachers)

We read up on the issues...


And looked out over the crowd...


...who went wild when he walked in!



He gave a good speech and then opened it up to questions from the audience.


And for all those of you who know what "skeeweet" (sp?) is...I'm pretty sure Barack gave you a little shout out ;)


As Obama left the building, the crowd cheered and everyone flocked around him for last minute pictures. Some of which are quite comical if I do say so myself :)

For instance, while it might look like this woman was pinching his cheeks - that is merely an optical illusion - no pinching took place.


And the hand you see below was not actually touching Obama's face.





John would like to add that he is, and I quote, "Not Gay" as this video might suggest. HAHA

Also, to John and Ellen - If after reading this post you see us unfit to join you for Thanksgiving and Christmas, I'm sure that Bruce and Pat will ;)

PETCO: IT'S WHERE THE PETS AND THE SIGETYS GO

John wanted a snake. I wanted a baby. We bought a Beta.


Meet the newest member of the Sigety family: Tchoupitoulas (Chop-i-two-lis) Sigety. Tchoupitoulas is the name of a street here this is too ridiculous not to use in some way. We just lovingly call him "Chopper"


(above) It looks like that huge statue is in Chopper's tank. False. The statue is behind and not actually in his tank.


Chopper is now our constant reminder to "Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming!" This montra (blatantly stolen from Disney) can be used as a helpful motivator through life's daily struggles.
I think John's would be: "Just keep law school-ing, law school-ing, law school-ing" Mine would be "Just keep elliptical-ing, elliptical-ing, elliptical-ing.
What would yours be? I'm so inspirational.

PIZZA! PIZZA!

John loves pizza. With this fact in place, I feel it my duty as his wife to develop the skill of pizza-making. Sure I could travel to Italy for a once-in-a-lifetime adventure where I learn from the masters how to pattern my pies after perfection betwixt trips to every gelato shop I can find. Insert reality here. I headed to Walmart and got the ingredients. But it was still fun :) John and I both really like deep dish pizzas - so I let the dough rise for a long time. Perhaps a little too long...we had ourselves quite the "fluffy" pizza. Overall a noble attempt. (Especially when you consider that I didn't get my Italy trip)



Conclusion: Because John loves both pizza and me - I can only assume that he likes foods and women who are both saucy and cheesy. As clearly both pizza and I have these qualities.