Ok, here's what happened.
After eating lunch at Chili's with my wife, we went seperate ways. I had the Shrimp Alfredo, minus the tomatoes, and she had the Babyback Ribs with mashed potatoes minus the gravy since she is gluten intolerant. I give a kiss and tell her to be careful and after walking around her car to mine I noticed a pool of antifreeze by the curb. I said foul words to myself. I didn't dare share my findings with my wife since she despises the very air that my car forcefully inducts. I drove it to the gas station, filled it with 93 octane and popped the hood. I didn't see anything abnormal so I thought maybe it was someone elses pool of antifreeze.
I then take of to my dads house which is about 40 miles away. I've got the iPod pumping tunes through my stock sound system. It's cold and dreary outside and I'm thankful I don't have to be working in it. Along the way my birdcage lights up. I panicked! My heart raced and I wondered how long it would be before the temperature gauge started creeping up. I detour to my other house where all my tools are at. Thanfully I was only a couple of miles from it. I pop the hood and I can really smell the coolant. I start looking and finally see a very steady drip coming from under the intake. I stick my hand up under the intake and find it's one of the two coolant hoses I did not replace while the engine was out. It blew right at the nipple that's right beside the front knock sensor.
So I spend the afternoon in 40 degree mist and fog repairing it. I had to remove the alternator to be able to reach it. I then had to call someone to come get me and run me up to Oreilleys. I went ahead and replace the other hose that runs off the ISCV as well.
Cliffnotes: A coolant hose busted under the intake. I think I fixed it.