Scoville Scale

So if anyone was wondering, this is the scale of how hot a peper is..

Scoville scale Scoville rating Type of pepper
15,000,000-16,000,000 Pure capsaicin
8,600,000-9,100,000 Various capsaicinoids (e.g. homocapsaicin, homodihydrocapsaicin, nordihydrocapsaicin)
2,000,000-5,300,000 Standard U.S. Grade pepper spray, FN 303 irritant ammunition
855,000-1,050,000 Naga Jolokia

350,000-580,000 Red Savina Habanero
100,000-350,000 Habanero chili, Scotch Bonnet Pepper, Datil pepper, Rocoto, Jamaican Hot Pepper African Birdseye

50,000-100,000 Thai Pepper, Malagueta Pepper, Chiltepin Pepper, Pequin Pepper
30,000-50,000 Cayenne Pepper, Ají pepper, Tabasco pepper, some Chipotle peppers
10,000-23,000 Serrano Pepper, some Chipotle peppers
2,500-8,000 Jalapeño Pepper, Guajillo pepper, New Mexican varieties of Anaheim pepper,Paprika (hungarian wax pepper)
500-2,500 Anaheim pepper , Poblano Pepper, Rocotillo Pepper
100-500 Pimento, Pepperoncini
0 No heat, Bell pepper

Eagle Eye

So Brock, Luke, and I just got back from watching the movie Eagle Eye. AMAZING! So far all the movies I've seen with Shia LaBeouf have been awesome and i'd buy them all.
When we got to the theatre I specifically selected seats that had no one in the row in front of me so I could put my feet up. A few minutes before the movie started a family walked in and as they walked by some old guy said

"Let's sit here so we can smell feet" and then he grabbed my flip flop

WHAT!! Yeah I gave Brock a wide eyed HUH kinda look. They laughed because aparently strange old men touching good looking young womans feet is appropriate at movie theatres.

I ended up being polite and moved my feet to the cup holder rest in front of me. Then they pulled that down too... Come on people! Don't you know who I am? Natalee doesn't take no, or no crap at the movie theatre. I decided to be nice and just sat indian style most of the movie. My toes were violated/cold anyways. Haha.

What Was Lost Now Is Found!

Well, Brock's bike was found by the manager of our little community/apartment complex! (woot.) Yeah apparently the neighbor boys stole it. So I called the cops to let them know we had gotten the bike back and I also asked that they go talk to the family/little boy to let them know that what they did was wrong. Because stealing IS wrong.

Speaking of stealing... I have come into possession of information that would probably make people want to steal. My father in law revealed the long awaited, divinely inspired, secret of AUNT LYNELL'S SALSA!! And guess what.. I didn't have to steal the information. It was willingly given to me. I have it secretly written down in my mind and I wont give it up. But the recipe does go a little something like this....

1 cup Magic
2 cups Yummy things
3 tsp Envy
1 Pinch of Addiction
and some cilantro... not parsley.

I will not break, though you may try I'm too strong. Knowing the recipe makes my life worth more... so perhaps if I am ever in a situation like Michael Scofield I will be able to use it as leverage. Just as he uses his intellect, charm, and good looks to stay out of jail and help the government bring down "The company" by rescuing the contents of "scylla".

"I'll never tell..."

Stolen in Logan

Well, Brock's bike got stolen. That sucks major. We've been riding our bikes to work and such, and yesterday when I rode home from work I saw Brock's bike resting in the driveway along our garage wall. I thought, "oh I should remind him to put that in the garage". We went to Angie's for dinner, came back (bike still there) then at about 11 ish we took Howie out to go the bathroom before we went to bed and it was gone.

Brock called the non-emergency police number (yes I have it on speed dial and yes i've called on all those stupid Walmart people who think they can park in the fire lane) and an officer came out, took Brock's testimony or whatever you call it... report? Anyways he said he'd look for it (good luck sir) and he also made a comment that he would look at the apartment complex next to us... like he's had trouble there before...

So today I've felt all violated that someone would do that. When I got home from work today, I was all paranoid about running into the house to open the garage door while leaving my bike at the front door. Then I SWEAR I locked the front door after I came inside. I went upstairs to change, then came down to clean up the front room. When I went up again it smelled like a candle was burning, and then when I went to take Howie to the bathroom the front door was unlocked. I'm a spaz like that I guess, but I swear I consciously locked the front door thinking about creepy stealing killing puppy-napping bad guys.



At least Howie will protect me... he's showing off his teeth... or most likely laughing at me.. :D


Anyways I'm at home know, counting change so I can pay the pizza delivery guy when he gets here. I"m sure he'll like me. It was actually cheaper to call and order rather than do it online. So take that stuffed crust. It also took me like 30 mintues just to figure out what I wanted, and then whemn I called they said it would be about 55 mintues. What happened to speeding eh? I'm thinking 30 minutes. But whatever, I'll just fill up on Milky Way candy bar untill he gets here... Yumm!

Entertain Me Wally

So there were a few things that happened last week that I wanted to Blog about but now I can't really remember them....I'll try my best...

So saturday Brock and I started cleaning out the 2nd bedroom closet... aka the throw junk in boxes then just shove the boxes somewhere, closet. While I was cleaning off some shelves I felt something warm on my foot. I thought "oh how cute, Howie is licking my foot" and as I looked down I saw Howie, pooping on my foot.

Brock was vacuuming our bedroom and so I loudy said "He pooped on my foot!" Brock actually didn't belive me at first, then I showed him the skid mark on my left leg. It was rather hilarious and I wasn't mad at all. Howie was then banished while I cleaned up the poo and febreezed that room.

Tonight, Brock and I had a few things to grab at the store.. unfortunately we live within 2 minutes of walking distance to walmart so we always go to that devil store. So we were walking down the aisle, (duh nah-na-na, duh nah nu nah) and I saw some cool fall colored ribbon. As I was looking some walmart associate walked by with those metal-i-make-things-easier-to-pull things that had boxes 8ft high. As he walked by I put that thing of ribbon on the tallest box I could reach and snickered. Lame I know, but it gets better. As we were leaving I saw these giant chairs with carts attached to the front. They had green and red lights, but were plugged into the wall. I unattached the piece of equipment from the wall and starting driving! Then I parallel parked next to the pepsi machine and went home.

Oh thank you Wally World, even though I hate you, you can sometimes be entertaining.