Tuna & "Elissaisms"

Everyone has their blonde moments and I'm no exception. My family doesn't even refer to my "moments" as blonde anymore. Calling my "moments" blonde just didn't cut it apparently, so they made up a new name for them. They're called "elissaisms". I'm guessing the reason for a name of it's own is mostly due to my cooking skills. Let's take a look... 

First, let's look back to college. It all happened in the apartment building where I lived. One Saturday afternoon I decided to cook myself some chicken fajitas and ended up with the entire building evacuated and a visit from the fire department. Let's just say people where not happy and obviously I played dumb as to who set off the alarm. 

Then there's the infamous "tuna melt" situation. When I was in high school, I was trying to be a good sister and attempted to make my first ever tuna melt for my brother, who was home on break. Being that I never cooked before, it was destined for disaster. And let me tell you, I took disaster to the next level. I handed the tuna melt to my brother, who then looked at me awkwardly and said, "what happened?".  In the moment, it came out wrong, but I responded with "I was waiting for the tuna to melt" which was not at all what I meant. I realized immediately that I would never live it down and I was right. To this day, I am constantly reminded of my cooking skills, especially when it comes to tuna melts.

Now for the most recent incident. This story also involved tuna. This past Sunday I was hungry and thought tuna sounded good and it was quick. I had some difficulties opening the can and when I finally opened it, the lid cut my hand pretty bad. I figured I would put a bandaid on it and in a few days it would be alright. Well the next day, my finger was still bleeding. A package of bandaids and 24 hours later, I decided to go to the hospital since the bleeding wouldn't stop. Oh, and did I mention, it was Halloween... So the doctor came over and checked out my hand, and after making things 10 times worse, he motioned for me to move to a table with needles sitting out. As many of you know, although I have tattoos, I don't do well with shots. So naturally, I panicked and tried to runaway. The doctor grabbed my hand and was nice enough to reassure me the it would be very painful. Thank you for the comforting words! I would rather someone lie to me and tell me how everything will be okay. But this wasn't the case and it did hurt, a lot! So I turned to my friend to help me get through it while the doc. so kindly gave me that painful shot and then stitched my finger up, but when I looked over she looked like saw a ghost. Here, there was a guy who was just walked in that cut off 2 of his fingers. After my finger was stitched up, we headed over to another bed and waited. The nurse gave me a shot to see if I was allergic to the medicine. While we waited, not only was there a man with fingers missing, but there was also a baby who was crying and couldn't stop asking to leave that had to get a shot in his behind. I think we all thought we were going to pass out at any moment. Luckily, I wasn't allergic and we got out of there as fast as we could. Happy Halloween everyone!

Lesson learned. Be careful when opening tuna cans. Hopefully no more incidents anytime soon. Stay tuned for more tuna-less stories...

Peace & Love,
Elissa Rae