I don't think I could be a career blogger. Occasionally, you just don't feel like sharing. And when you have lots of bloggie followers, they expect frequent updates. Luckily for me, my small following of dedicated readers, we have an understanding - an expectation of no expectations, really.
The past three weeks I've been picking out new napkin rings and stocking up on French's fried onions to top my oh so wonderful green bean casserole, among other things. Yes, the stresses of hosting Christmas are behind me now. Turned out quite nicely I may add. I think I survived my first pledge Christmas and have been initiated.
Now that all the chaos has subsided, a little humor. Bo and I were upstairs watching The Wonder Years (I die for The Wonder Years, ahhh) and failed to hear a loud thud that might have prevented the mess below. The guilty -Stella. You might notice the half eaten burrito to the bottom right, the blob of left over sweet potatoes just above the trash can and the massive amount of coffee grinds spilled ALL over the floor. Sigh....
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Near Miss
Friends, let me share some advice - DO NOT attempt to diagnose yourself with ANYTHING based on medical information found on the Internet. All self-diagnosed illnesses lead to cancer.
That is all.
That is all.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Be Thankful
In light of the holiday season, a post about giving thanks through all circumstances.
My life is far from perfect. I bet yours in far from perfect either. But it is a true sign of character to be thankful for what you do have. There's a saying, be thankful for what you have now, for it was once a thing you only wished for. Or something like that. I don't remember the exact quote and I'm too lazy to Google it at the moment, but the premise still remains.
It's become increasingly annoying to me lately to listen to complaints. Everyone wants more. More than they have. Something better. Something different. I'm not just talking about tangibles. It could be a more attentive spouse or more understanding parent. The grass is always greener on the other side. I say, the grass is only greener where you water it.
The point of my rant is this - don't take for granted what you have or may think is a burden. Be thankful. It may just be the one thing someone else dreams of having, but doesn't.
My life is far from perfect. I bet yours in far from perfect either. But it is a true sign of character to be thankful for what you do have. There's a saying, be thankful for what you have now, for it was once a thing you only wished for. Or something like that. I don't remember the exact quote and I'm too lazy to Google it at the moment, but the premise still remains.
It's become increasingly annoying to me lately to listen to complaints. Everyone wants more. More than they have. Something better. Something different. I'm not just talking about tangibles. It could be a more attentive spouse or more understanding parent. The grass is always greener on the other side. I say, the grass is only greener where you water it.
The point of my rant is this - don't take for granted what you have or may think is a burden. Be thankful. It may just be the one thing someone else dreams of having, but doesn't.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
One Customer Saved
Christmas is a good time for Best Buy to stay on my good side. Bo and I bought a laptop computer there not even a month ago. The dweeby salesman tried to sell us anti-virus software, to which we pointed out the advertised flyer on the shelf included a one year anti-virus protection so we didn't need it. He concurred and we left.
Fast forward to yesterday. Bo turned on the computer and it bombards him with bogus alerts saying computer is under attack. Pretty much wouldn't let him do anything without purchasing "software" to clean the computer. I start googling from my phone and find out it's a virus. Seriously? We should have anti-virus. I start looking at the McAfee I activated and it says my trial has expired?!
I'm pissed.
I made Bo get up and go to Best Buy to fight with me. Strength in numbers. He goes back to check out the advertisement while I wait in line - yep, "one year of anti-virus included." My blood starts boiling.
They send us to Geek Squad who initially rattles off a bunch of fixes in excess of $150. I'm feeling a little sunk but I keep trying to justify my case. It's likely I got the virus because my protection ran out, which should have been covered for a year. Geek man goes back to talk to computer department, comes back and tells me it's software that wasn't already installed on my computer but that should have been given to me with purchase. Bingo, we win. So, he offers to restore my computer and will give me the one year anti-virus that should have been included without the fee. Smart move, Best Buy.
Fast forward to yesterday. Bo turned on the computer and it bombards him with bogus alerts saying computer is under attack. Pretty much wouldn't let him do anything without purchasing "software" to clean the computer. I start googling from my phone and find out it's a virus. Seriously? We should have anti-virus. I start looking at the McAfee I activated and it says my trial has expired?!
I'm pissed.
I made Bo get up and go to Best Buy to fight with me. Strength in numbers. He goes back to check out the advertisement while I wait in line - yep, "one year of anti-virus included." My blood starts boiling.
They send us to Geek Squad who initially rattles off a bunch of fixes in excess of $150. I'm feeling a little sunk but I keep trying to justify my case. It's likely I got the virus because my protection ran out, which should have been covered for a year. Geek man goes back to talk to computer department, comes back and tells me it's software that wasn't already installed on my computer but that should have been given to me with purchase. Bingo, we win. So, he offers to restore my computer and will give me the one year anti-virus that should have been included without the fee. Smart move, Best Buy.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Hurts To Think
My name is Jenny and I have an addiction - to caffeine. A very severe addiction I am trying to break. As I sit here typing this I'm almost embarrassed. My heads hurts so bad it might as well have been hit by a brick.
I've successfully given up drinking caffeine a few times in my life, but never have I felt as bad as I do now. When did this happen? And how many days is my head going to have to keep hurting? Seriously, it's an evil drug.
I've successfully given up drinking caffeine a few times in my life, but never have I felt as bad as I do now. When did this happen? And how many days is my head going to have to keep hurting? Seriously, it's an evil drug.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Growing
I am a control freak. Self-confessed. Betcha didn't know that, huh? Seriously, you didn't? Hmmm. Come try living at my house and ask Bo. :-)
It's a rare occasion if I haven't seen every piece of mail, not noticed a dollar missing from one of our accounts, or missed a crumb drop on the floor. I'm annoying about it.
Let me give you an example. We were at my grandma's sifting through her belongings when I told my mom I am going to start putting colored dots on everything I own so that when I die, each person knows exactly what I owned that I wanted them to have. I was kidding of course, except for the important valuables. {She told me I was ridiculous. I still might start a list...there's always a little truth buried in humor.} Controlling to the grave, I know.
Seems a blessing that there was a man created for me who can handle that level of insanity, and willingly I might add. I'm trying to let go. First, because I am eventually going to send myself to an early grave over a can of green beans label if it's facing the wrong way in the pantry. Who wants to die over that? Second, because it's not fair to Bo. That should be reason enough. And third, and most important, I'm challenging and denying God the ability to be present in my life and direct the path. So I give up, starting with maybe two of the seven days of the week...?
No, really. It seems lately there are detours on my path I need to take and just enjoy the journey. Husbands and an amazing God teach us that.
It's a rare occasion if I haven't seen every piece of mail, not noticed a dollar missing from one of our accounts, or missed a crumb drop on the floor. I'm annoying about it.
Let me give you an example. We were at my grandma's sifting through her belongings when I told my mom I am going to start putting colored dots on everything I own so that when I die, each person knows exactly what I owned that I wanted them to have. I was kidding of course, except for the important valuables. {She told me I was ridiculous. I still might start a list...there's always a little truth buried in humor.} Controlling to the grave, I know.
Seems a blessing that there was a man created for me who can handle that level of insanity, and willingly I might add. I'm trying to let go. First, because I am eventually going to send myself to an early grave over a can of green beans label if it's facing the wrong way in the pantry. Who wants to die over that? Second, because it's not fair to Bo. That should be reason enough. And third, and most important, I'm challenging and denying God the ability to be present in my life and direct the path. So I give up, starting with maybe two of the seven days of the week...?
No, really. It seems lately there are detours on my path I need to take and just enjoy the journey. Husbands and an amazing God teach us that.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Life Turned on a Dime
My cousin Joe got married this weekend in Alabama. With the unsettlement in our family right now, I wasn't sure what to make of the trip. Mom, Dad, Nick and I were the only relatives attending from my dad's side of the family.
The passing of my grandma was so much more difficult than I or anymore foresaw. She was definitely on my mind throughout the weekend. Not a week ago, I went back to her house in Athens. Saw all the belongings she had left behind, momentos that she loved, gifts we had given her, all strewn out on tables like an estate sale. My grandma kept the Pollard family bound together. She was the invisible thread that hand knitted us to each other. Heartbreaking to watch it all unravel.
I had a great childhood. I have so many memories of Nick and I growing up surrounded by an extended family that seemed to be living equally satisfying lives. Divorce hadn't plagued relationships and holidays were truly enjoyable. Nick and I always looked forward to seeing our cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. Every Thanksgiving and Christmas we got to see both sides of our family and without a doubt came home with way too many gifts.
And then you get older. The spirit of joy and family isn't so magical. You learn there's resentment, jealousy, even hatred living within your family. People you looked up to with so much respect for 26 years suddenly decide family isn't the bond that they should treasure.
This holiday season will be our first, new tradition of no tradition. I always turned my nose up at carving the turkey each year, much to my Grandma Ellen's dismay. But this year, there will be no turkey at Grandma's.
I was sitting in the church pew waiting for the wedding to start. My mom looked over and said she couldn't help but think about Grandma. I turn my head and crawling along the edge of the pew bench, was a lady bug. A small reminder that she's still with us. We'll be ok.
The passing of my grandma was so much more difficult than I or anymore foresaw. She was definitely on my mind throughout the weekend. Not a week ago, I went back to her house in Athens. Saw all the belongings she had left behind, momentos that she loved, gifts we had given her, all strewn out on tables like an estate sale. My grandma kept the Pollard family bound together. She was the invisible thread that hand knitted us to each other. Heartbreaking to watch it all unravel.
I had a great childhood. I have so many memories of Nick and I growing up surrounded by an extended family that seemed to be living equally satisfying lives. Divorce hadn't plagued relationships and holidays were truly enjoyable. Nick and I always looked forward to seeing our cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. Every Thanksgiving and Christmas we got to see both sides of our family and without a doubt came home with way too many gifts.
And then you get older. The spirit of joy and family isn't so magical. You learn there's resentment, jealousy, even hatred living within your family. People you looked up to with so much respect for 26 years suddenly decide family isn't the bond that they should treasure.
This holiday season will be our first, new tradition of no tradition. I always turned my nose up at carving the turkey each year, much to my Grandma Ellen's dismay. But this year, there will be no turkey at Grandma's.
I was sitting in the church pew waiting for the wedding to start. My mom looked over and said she couldn't help but think about Grandma. I turn my head and crawling along the edge of the pew bench, was a lady bug. A small reminder that she's still with us. We'll be ok.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
You Never Know How You Will React, Until It Happens To You
It's one of those things you never think will actually happen to you, but my friends, it happened to me - I got stuck in an elevator. For real stuck.
Let me set this up for you...I'm in Alabama for my cousin's wedding. Last night, we gathered for the rehearsal dinner, which was on the top floor of a high rise building. Eleven of us and a small child entered an elevator with a capacity of 21 people or 3500 pounds. If you're doing the math, we were nowhere near capacity. We push the 8th floor button, the elevator rattled, dropped a little, and we went nowhere. You may be thinking, at least you weren't up high with the chance of plummeting. True. But panic was still setting in for irrational fears of loss of oxygen or rising temperatures inside the elevator. The only reason I didn't physically faint from anxiety was a three year old little girl (who I later learned was the flower girl) was on the verge on mini meltdown because they couldn't "just fix the door". Whew.
Needless to say, we bonded with some of the bride's family and had a good laugh, once rescued by Huntsville's finest firemen. A memory made.
Let me set this up for you...I'm in Alabama for my cousin's wedding. Last night, we gathered for the rehearsal dinner, which was on the top floor of a high rise building. Eleven of us and a small child entered an elevator with a capacity of 21 people or 3500 pounds. If you're doing the math, we were nowhere near capacity. We push the 8th floor button, the elevator rattled, dropped a little, and we went nowhere. You may be thinking, at least you weren't up high with the chance of plummeting. True. But panic was still setting in for irrational fears of loss of oxygen or rising temperatures inside the elevator. The only reason I didn't physically faint from anxiety was a three year old little girl (who I later learned was the flower girl) was on the verge on mini meltdown because they couldn't "just fix the door". Whew.
Needless to say, we bonded with some of the bride's family and had a good laugh, once rescued by Huntsville's finest firemen. A memory made.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Courage and Hope
I'm in Cincinnati. It's raining. I had room service. I watched Dancing With The Stars, my first episode of the season. And now I'm 9 minutes into the show I hadn't yet gotten around to changing the channel on - Gabby and Mark: Courage and Hope.
I already want to sniff a little. In 9 minutes, I have already seen a love every couple in this entire world undoubtedly wants to experience. Gabby Giffords and Mark Kelly fought through that "in sickness and in health" phase with determination and optimism.
While divorce and infidelity plague so many marriages, it's hard to believe people actual desire each other anymore or remember that spark that encouraged marriage.
Although the special is focusing on Gabby's journey through the injury, all that stands out to me is her husband. Diane Sawyer interviews her and she frequently turns to her rock for confirmation and agreement. Proof that in the miracle of miracle moments, where only the power of God and love of family endures, a bullet may have taken some of her words but not her spirit. I am truly impressed.
I already want to sniff a little. In 9 minutes, I have already seen a love every couple in this entire world undoubtedly wants to experience. Gabby Giffords and Mark Kelly fought through that "in sickness and in health" phase with determination and optimism.
While divorce and infidelity plague so many marriages, it's hard to believe people actual desire each other anymore or remember that spark that encouraged marriage.
Although the special is focusing on Gabby's journey through the injury, all that stands out to me is her husband. Diane Sawyer interviews her and she frequently turns to her rock for confirmation and agreement. Proof that in the miracle of miracle moments, where only the power of God and love of family endures, a bullet may have taken some of her words but not her spirit. I am truly impressed.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
DIY-ing
As some of you may know, I'm addicted to Pinterest right now. I've made quite a few fantastic recipes worth making again, gained a few room inspirations, namely my guest rooms, and even a few crafts have begun. Begun being the key word. I have all the necessities for most...and they'll all be done by Christmas. Pfffh!
I did tackle (and complete) one last night. Check it out.
And if you are wondering, I do know how to spell JOY, however every woman in Fort Worth must have been decorating their kids room with the letter J and they were out. Being the impatient person I am, I didn't want to have to make a trip BACK to Hobby Lobby, especially since most of these projects happen on Sundays when they're closed, I went for the easiest convertible letter - U. Stick with the pictures, it comes out, I promise.
All in all, fairly easy project if you don't pick a word with the letter O. I had to keep cutting my yard because there was no getting that massive ball through the little O opening to wind the letter. Just FYI.
I did tackle (and complete) one last night. Check it out.
And if you are wondering, I do know how to spell JOY, however every woman in Fort Worth must have been decorating their kids room with the letter J and they were out. Being the impatient person I am, I didn't want to have to make a trip BACK to Hobby Lobby, especially since most of these projects happen on Sundays when they're closed, I went for the easiest convertible letter - U. Stick with the pictures, it comes out, I promise.
All in all, fairly easy project if you don't pick a word with the letter O. I had to keep cutting my yard because there was no getting that massive ball through the little O opening to wind the letter. Just FYI.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Chasing the Wins
Well folks, it's the time of year again...
WEDDING SEASON.
(Shoutout to Wedding Crashers!)
Ha. Kidding.
BASKETBALL SEASON!
Yes. It's back.
It's the accountant's tax season, the retail store's Christmas, the lawn care business' summer, and a basketball coach wife's single season. The husband disappears. Late nights, early mornings and moods that flip their switch faster than a woman's at the end of the month. I have a serious love/hate relationship with basketball. I love to watch Bo submerged in his passion and influencing impressionable youth, but damn, it's trying times when you're chasing a win.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Happy Halloween..
If the folks regulating national holidays decided to do away with Halloween, I seriously would not care. Growing up I participated, but didn't look forward to it and wouldn't rank it high on the list. And now that I'm an adult, I still pay it no mind. Mostly, because I hate coming up with a costume and giving out candy. That's an all Bo job at our house.
Of course, tonight Bo is going to be a little late getting home. So I must either give out candy on my own or eat half a bag of chocolate so it looks like I gave out candy when he gets home.
Of course, tonight Bo is going to be a little late getting home. So I must either give out candy on my own or eat half a bag of chocolate so it looks like I gave out candy when he gets home.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Where Is Your Escape?
The wonderful thing about living a car ride away from where you grew up is, you live a car ride way from where you grew up. You're always home. Old house, old room, old high school, old church. But where do you run to when your scenery is all to familiar and overwhelming? Or you need a place that reminds you of a better version of yourself? Maybe happier, skinnier, healthier, richer, luckier, lovelier, whatever is it. Not home. You already live in the middle of it.
Where do you run to when you want to remember carefree memories of college? Oh wait, college is a car ride away too. I have essentially eliminated all nostalgia from my life. None of my childhood places represent comfort or say "it's all gonna be alright."
I envy those of you who are a long way from home or still have one of those personally perfect places right now. You may long to come back and can't, but you still have the hope that if you truly ever need it, nostalgia awaits.
Where do you run to when you want to remember carefree memories of college? Oh wait, college is a car ride away too. I have essentially eliminated all nostalgia from my life. None of my childhood places represent comfort or say "it's all gonna be alright."
I envy those of you who are a long way from home or still have one of those personally perfect places right now. You may long to come back and can't, but you still have the hope that if you truly ever need it, nostalgia awaits.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
It Is Never OK
I saw this post on FB and thought I should share.
A worried woman went to her gynecologist and said:
'Doctor, I have a serious problem and desperately need your help! My baby is not even 1 year old and I'm pregnant again. I don't want kids so close together.'
So the doctor said: 'Ok and what do you want me to do?'
She said: 'I want you to end my pregnancy, and I'm counting on your help with this.'
The doctor thought for a little, and after some silence he said to the lady: 'I think I have a better solution for your problem. It's less dangerous for you too.'
She smiled, thinking that the doctor was going to accept her request.
Then he continued: 'You see, in order for you not to have to take care of 2 babies at the same time, let's kill the one in your arms. This way, you could rest some before the other one is born. If we're going to kill one of them, it doesn't matter which one it is. There would be no risk for your body if you chose the one in your arms.'
The lady was horrified and said: 'No doctor! How terrible! It's a crime to kill a child!'
'I agree', the doctor replied. 'But you seemed to be OK with it, so I thought maybe that was the best solution.'
The doctor smiled, realizing that he had made his point.
He convinced the mom that there is no difference in killing a child that's already been born and one that's still in the womb. The crime is the same!
A worried woman went to her gynecologist and said:
'Doctor, I have a serious problem and desperately need your help! My baby is not even 1 year old and I'm pregnant again. I don't want kids so close together.'
So the doctor said: 'Ok and what do you want me to do?'
She said: 'I want you to end my pregnancy, and I'm counting on your help with this.'
The doctor thought for a little, and after some silence he said to the lady: 'I think I have a better solution for your problem. It's less dangerous for you too.'
She smiled, thinking that the doctor was going to accept her request.
Then he continued: 'You see, in order for you not to have to take care of 2 babies at the same time, let's kill the one in your arms. This way, you could rest some before the other one is born. If we're going to kill one of them, it doesn't matter which one it is. There would be no risk for your body if you chose the one in your arms.'
The lady was horrified and said: 'No doctor! How terrible! It's a crime to kill a child!'
'I agree', the doctor replied. 'But you seemed to be OK with it, so I thought maybe that was the best solution.'
The doctor smiled, realizing that he had made his point.
He convinced the mom that there is no difference in killing a child that's already been born and one that's still in the womb. The crime is the same!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Attempt to Scare. Fail.
I spend most of yesterday working and polishing up the house. Today I needed to get out. Bo agreed to accompany me which is never a good thing. We always end up with unnecessaries.
We were at Garden Ridge exploring the seasonal section, commenting how poor of a selection they had, which led us to Spirit Halloween. Oh my-lanta. Last year, we moved into our house the weekend of Halloween. Surprisingly, we got it together enough to hand out candy, but living behind an elementary school means trick or treaters galore. The kids even gave Bo a hard time because he wasn't wearing a costume. If you know my husband, that's unacceptable to him so he wanted to get a costume and some decorations. We've been invited to a circus themed party so luckily he got some circus mask that could double for both. Good thing, Spirit is proud of their costumes. Their favorite prices are $29.99, $39.99 and $49.99. For plastic.
Anyhow, Bo put on his costume tonight and came out of the bedroom to scare the dogs. DIDN'T EVEN PHASE THEM! They thought it was funny. What a letdown!! Those kids better not be as tough.
We were at Garden Ridge exploring the seasonal section, commenting how poor of a selection they had, which led us to Spirit Halloween. Oh my-lanta. Last year, we moved into our house the weekend of Halloween. Surprisingly, we got it together enough to hand out candy, but living behind an elementary school means trick or treaters galore. The kids even gave Bo a hard time because he wasn't wearing a costume. If you know my husband, that's unacceptable to him so he wanted to get a costume and some decorations. We've been invited to a circus themed party so luckily he got some circus mask that could double for both. Good thing, Spirit is proud of their costumes. Their favorite prices are $29.99, $39.99 and $49.99. For plastic.
Anyhow, Bo put on his costume tonight and came out of the bedroom to scare the dogs. DIDN'T EVEN PHASE THEM! They thought it was funny. What a letdown!! Those kids better not be as tough.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Up in the Air
I should have let the aliens in Roswell, New Mexico take me today. Because instead, I'm now back through Dallas and on my third flight of the day to Columbus, Ohio. You're jealous aren't you? My job really takes care of me. Garden spots. And usually in short, unacceptable time frames. It's a glamorous life I lead. Someone has to do it.
How quickly I forget the jet setting AA allowed me. In and out of city after city. Travel was my life. Do I miss it?
How quickly I forget the jet setting AA allowed me. In and out of city after city. Travel was my life. Do I miss it?
Monday, October 10, 2011
My Face Is Your Art Project, Apparently.
You have to go into the M.A.C. makeup store with a neutral color pallet in mind, a backbone, and some cash. Otherwise, you are a limp fish at their mercy. You will come out looking like a pick pocketed clown!
I stopped in to look at ONE lipstick. I came out with a few shades of makeup caked on my face and on the defense, convincing the circus ring leader I already had foundation, mascara, brushes, brush cleaner and concealer I was content with. Sheesh. Which is worse - fending off salesmen at the car dealership, The Buckle, OR M.A.C. Makeup store??
I stopped in to look at ONE lipstick. I came out with a few shades of makeup caked on my face and on the defense, convincing the circus ring leader I already had foundation, mascara, brushes, brush cleaner and concealer I was content with. Sheesh. Which is worse - fending off salesmen at the car dealership, The Buckle, OR M.A.C. Makeup store??
Sunday, October 9, 2011
You Win.
It's 12:20AM. I cannot sleep. I got up with intention of writing a post about decisions - difficulties and outcomes. Yet, I wrote a few sentances and deleted them all. I can't even make a decision about whether to write about decisions or not! Lately, I have poisoned my confidence. I'm not sure why. I didn't encounter a situation that resulted in a bad outcome due to my direction or decision making ability (or lack there of). I don't have any significant regret. But all the sudden, half a second of doubt clouds my thoughts and I fluster over what decision to make and I have been choosing poorly.
So poorly in fact, I'm internalizing alot of misery that I don't have an outlet to release to. Of course, I think my blog is bearing it at the moment. I suppose a lot of grown up life choices will be coming my way in the next year and I am practicing in the utmost wrong kinds of ways. Lessons learned perhaps.
In all honesty, I think I am being taught a lesson and I don't want to admit it. Normally, I make lots of decisions - eithical, mediocre, moral, and trivial... decisions = control, right? You know that saying, 'You want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.' I think He's been watching my life as if it belongs in the prime time 7PM television lineup. I got more jokes than Two and a Half Men, before it threw a hail Mary attempt post-Charlie Sheen. I like control. I like safeness. I don't usually ask many questions I haven't already googled the answer to. Here's my first acknowledgement to the 12-step program I think I was unawaredly enrolled in - God, I'm all yours. Figure me out.
So poorly in fact, I'm internalizing alot of misery that I don't have an outlet to release to. Of course, I think my blog is bearing it at the moment. I suppose a lot of grown up life choices will be coming my way in the next year and I am practicing in the utmost wrong kinds of ways. Lessons learned perhaps.
In all honesty, I think I am being taught a lesson and I don't want to admit it. Normally, I make lots of decisions - eithical, mediocre, moral, and trivial... decisions = control, right? You know that saying, 'You want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.' I think He's been watching my life as if it belongs in the prime time 7PM television lineup. I got more jokes than Two and a Half Men, before it threw a hail Mary attempt post-Charlie Sheen. I like control. I like safeness. I don't usually ask many questions I haven't already googled the answer to. Here's my first acknowledgement to the 12-step program I think I was unawaredly enrolled in - God, I'm all yours. Figure me out.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Food Nostalgia
As early back as I can remember, the two foods that define the memory of my Grandma Ellen for me are pimento cheese and boiled peanuts. Not eaten together, of course. She grew up in the South and epitomized a true southern woman. Rarely did I go to her house an their wasn't homemade pimento cheese and sweet tea.
Mom made boiled peanuts today that took me back to my younger days. Funny how food has that effect. Apparently, boiled peanuts aren't as common to folks as I know them to be. To me, they're heaven.
Mom made boiled peanuts today that took me back to my younger days. Funny how food has that effect. Apparently, boiled peanuts aren't as common to folks as I know them to be. To me, they're heaven.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Well Put.
While I don't tend to agree or admire many comments from President Obama, I do like this piece taken from his statement on the passing of Steve Jobs:
"The world has lost a visionary. And there may be no greater tribute to Steve's success than the fact that much of the world learned of his passing on a device he invented."
"The world has lost a visionary. And there may be no greater tribute to Steve's success than the fact that much of the world learned of his passing on a device he invented."
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Live Without Regret
"Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.” Steve Jobs, 2005.
Rest in Peace.
Rest in Peace.
Making It Work
It seems my computer just needed a few days to itself to regain its composure. We seem to be speeding up a bit and functioning. Still needs a tune up and some off loading of media, but there may be some hope. My Blogger app's working out well as a supplementary application, but for some reason, I had written a post on Oct 2 without publishing it. Normally this is no big deal and it posts with whatever date I publish it on, but my post seems to post from the date of origination. Point being - go read my post about Taco Stuffed Shells on 10/2 - you'll want the recipe, I promise.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Real Life Still Happens On Your Birthday
A cool way to spend your 26th birthday is at work all day and then top it off with a 'load-your-buggy, buy-all-those-I-usually-forget-kinda-items' grocery shopping trip. Self-pity? Hardly. It was actually a great day. Work was work but excitingly, every time I needed a little pick me up, I had another Facebook notice wishing me a happy birthday. I probably checked FB 26 times today and not once did it let me down. Therefore work = manageable today!
I get home with the intentions of indulging in a pricey bottle of wine chilled in the fridge with Bo while thoughtfully chattering over a fabulous Italian dinner...no...a handful of sunflower seeds and a Coke Zero. Equally as divine right? Bo had bball tonight and I knew if I didn't get my grocery shopping in for the week I was toast for lunches. Who am I kidding, we were out of bread too so I wouldn't be having any toast for lunch either.
Caught a TiVo rerun while sorting through my coupons. Don't judge. Headed to the store for one of those trips that included the purchase of items such as Swiffer refills, deodorant, muffin mix, oh, and pantyliners - for which my coupon was not scanning and the cashier (who might I add was a girl and should have understood the unspoken discreetness required when making those purchases) had to ask her cashier neighbor why it wouldn't go through. Seriously lady, I'll forego my 50 cents to spare the embarrassment, just give my my receipt so I can get out of here.
Saved a whooping $17 with my coupons thankyouverymuch! Don't knock it til you try it. Bo was home by this time and we finished off the night with TiVo and self-serve straight out of the Blue Bell half gallon of Pralines and Cream.
Happy birthday to me. :-)
I get home with the intentions of indulging in a pricey bottle of wine chilled in the fridge with Bo while thoughtfully chattering over a fabulous Italian dinner...no...a handful of sunflower seeds and a Coke Zero. Equally as divine right? Bo had bball tonight and I knew if I didn't get my grocery shopping in for the week I was toast for lunches. Who am I kidding, we were out of bread too so I wouldn't be having any toast for lunch either.
Caught a TiVo rerun while sorting through my coupons. Don't judge. Headed to the store for one of those trips that included the purchase of items such as Swiffer refills, deodorant, muffin mix, oh, and pantyliners - for which my coupon was not scanning and the cashier (who might I add was a girl and should have understood the unspoken discreetness required when making those purchases) had to ask her cashier neighbor why it wouldn't go through. Seriously lady, I'll forego my 50 cents to spare the embarrassment, just give my my receipt so I can get out of here.
Saved a whooping $17 with my coupons thankyouverymuch! Don't knock it til you try it. Bo was home by this time and we finished off the night with TiVo and self-serve straight out of the Blue Bell half gallon of Pralines and Cream.
Happy birthday to me. :-)
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Taco Stuffed Shells
Pinterest has unexpectedly livened up my dinner options. This one I swiped from said new addiction and they were holy yummy. And easy. Ashes even tried them out so we are in agreement these are winners. Yum.
1lb ground beef
1 package taco seasoning
1 4 once package cream cheese
12 large pasta shells (I recommend boiling 18-20. Some will break and you will have extra meat mixture to fill them.)
1 cup salsa
1 cup taco sauce
1 cup cheddar cheese (shredded)
1 cup Monterey jack cheese (shredded)
1 ½ cups tortilla chips (crushed-I used Fritos!)
3 green onions (chopped-bought these and forgot to put them on so consider this optional, they're to die for with or without!)
1 cup sour cream
Step 1: In a fry pan cook ground beef and add taco seasoning and prepare according to package directions. Add cream cheese cover and simmer until cheese is melted. Blend well. Set aside and allow to fully cool. While burger is cooking cook the pasta shells, drain and toss well with butter.
Step 2: Pour salsa in the bottom of a 9 x 13 inch baking dish.
Step 3: Stuff each shell with the meat mixture. Place the stuffed shells in the baking dish and cover the tops of the shells with taco sauce.
Step 4: Cover and bake in the oven at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.
Step 5: After 30 minutes, uncover, and sprinkle crushed chips and shredded cheddar and Monterey jack cheeses on top. Cook for about 5-6 more minutes until cheese is melter. Serve with sour cream, additional salsa, black olives or whatever you think goes good with tacos!
1lb ground beef
1 package taco seasoning
1 4 once package cream cheese
12 large pasta shells (I recommend boiling 18-20. Some will break and you will have extra meat mixture to fill them.)
1 cup salsa
1 cup taco sauce
1 cup cheddar cheese (shredded)
1 cup Monterey jack cheese (shredded)
1 ½ cups tortilla chips (crushed-I used Fritos!)
3 green onions (chopped-bought these and forgot to put them on so consider this optional, they're to die for with or without!)
1 cup sour cream
Step 1: In a fry pan cook ground beef and add taco seasoning and prepare according to package directions. Add cream cheese cover and simmer until cheese is melted. Blend well. Set aside and allow to fully cool. While burger is cooking cook the pasta shells, drain and toss well with butter.
Step 2: Pour salsa in the bottom of a 9 x 13 inch baking dish.
Step 3: Stuff each shell with the meat mixture. Place the stuffed shells in the baking dish and cover the tops of the shells with taco sauce.
Step 4: Cover and bake in the oven at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.
Step 5: After 30 minutes, uncover, and sprinkle crushed chips and shredded cheddar and Monterey jack cheeses on top. Cook for about 5-6 more minutes until cheese is melter. Serve with sour cream, additional salsa, black olives or whatever you think goes good with tacos!
Adapting.
You'll have to bear with me, my loyal following. My personal computer has come upon sickly times. This week it took a turn for the worst and has no desire to run at 2011 speeds. More like 1995 dial-up. I forgot how painful those days were. Aren't we glad those are behind us?? Until now and my computer has decided to play with my emotions. The problem might simply be that I need to offload 6 years of photos and music to an external hard drive. Very possibly actually since my computer is on a regular defrag schedule and I don't seem to have naked lady websites or strange mouse behaviors happening. {suggestions, please!}
So, temporarily I have loaded the Blogger phone app to avoid blog lethargicness. I'm still sorting this out so some test posts might be in the future to figure out adding photos, etc.
Or this could turn into an extraordinary frequency of random posts since I have more convenient access to the blog.
Stay tuned!
So, temporarily I have loaded the Blogger phone app to avoid blog lethargicness. I'm still sorting this out so some test posts might be in the future to figure out adding photos, etc.
Or this could turn into an extraordinary frequency of random posts since I have more convenient access to the blog.
Stay tuned!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
The Opinionless Woman
Continuing the topic of dependent women...here's one that really gets me - the Opinionless Woman.
By nature, women are more analytical. We identify, recognize, and ponder. Not many of those tens of thousands of thoughts whooshing through our brains only get one glance. But for some reason a desire to please overwhelms the body.
Q: Where do you want to go eat?
OW: Anywhere you like is fine with me.
Q: Do you like this shirt?
OW: I do if you do.
Q: What is your favorite kind of music?
OW: I like it all - whatever [insert name of significant other] listens to.
Q: Want to jump off this bridge with me?
I'll leave that one unanswered, but you get my point. I guess as I get older, I become more opinionated and unconcerned with what another make think. Too much of my early twenties were spent helping everyone live their lives to a fuller extent when I realized I didn't know what my favorite food or music was. Aside from situational agreeableness, if you don't like it, find someone else to hang out with. I'm not listening to your heavy metal or eating calamari.
By nature, women are more analytical. We identify, recognize, and ponder. Not many of those tens of thousands of thoughts whooshing through our brains only get one glance. But for some reason a desire to please overwhelms the body.
Q: Where do you want to go eat?
OW: Anywhere you like is fine with me.
Q: Do you like this shirt?
OW: I do if you do.
Q: What is your favorite kind of music?
OW: I like it all - whatever [insert name of significant other] listens to.
Q: Want to jump off this bridge with me?
I'll leave that one unanswered, but you get my point. I guess as I get older, I become more opinionated and unconcerned with what another make think. Too much of my early twenties were spent helping everyone live their lives to a fuller extent when I realized I didn't know what my favorite food or music was. Aside from situational agreeableness, if you don't like it, find someone else to hang out with. I'm not listening to your heavy metal or eating calamari.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Creating My Own Regret
We are coming up on our 1 year anniversary in the new house and yet, I never turned off my feature on Realtor.com to receive emails when new houses appear on the market within our search criteria. So occasionally, a little note pops into my inbox attempting to entice me to a new property. Why don't I cancel it? I have no intentions of moving or buying a vacation home, in the city I live in, approximately the same size, and possibly in the neighborhood I live in now...
I started thinking about the idea of letting go and acceptance. What makes it such a challenge to be content with our current situations. 'What if's' are best left as questions for a reason. But by nature, we want information. We need to know what our options were. I redecorate our house on the weekends while I browse Realtor.com on the weekdays. I should cancel.
I started thinking about the idea of letting go and acceptance. What makes it such a challenge to be content with our current situations. 'What if's' are best left as questions for a reason. But by nature, we want information. We need to know what our options were. I redecorate our house on the weekends while I browse Realtor.com on the weekdays. I should cancel.
Monday, September 26, 2011
What's For Dinner?
I just finished a quick $62 shopping trip to Walmart and yet, I had Taco Bell for dinner. No doubt $17 of that shopping trip was for dinner tonight - my latest Pinterest test recipe, Taco Stuffed Shells. Mouthwatering. But it didn't happen, I had a meltdown.
Wives, or for that matter, mothers, girlfriends, women of the world - do you work through your mental checklist all day and then all of the sudden get overwhelmed and lose it? Guilty. Happened to me today.
At some point, I developed this odd notion that I am responsible for juggling and solving everyone's problems, not to mention while 100 feet in the air on a tight rope. Ladies, why do we assume that stress? Maybe a little 'mom in training' and some hereditary anxiety issues, but that's another post.
So my meltdown. I assume the same old dinners get boring. I spend way too much time scouring Cooking Light, Pinterest, and FoodTV looking for new, interesting recipes, with the added difficulty of avoiding fried, buttered or breaded. Yikes. Not to mention, I have to work late, run by the store before prepared said miracle dinner, and hope it's done before 10PM.
I get home with all my ingredients. 7:30PM. Unload groceries. 7:45PM. Replay the phone conversation I had with Bo in the store about the unnecessary pressure I place on myself when he doesn't think I repeat dinners too often and would be happy with chicken fried steak. 8:10PM. Dinner's not happening before 9PM. Commence tears. 8:15PM. And that's how I ended up with Taco Bell.
In all seriousness, stress makes the back of my neck hurt. How do we resolve this impression we have that wives must channel the 1950's and prepare a scratch made meal each night? Dinner is such a challenge.
Wives, or for that matter, mothers, girlfriends, women of the world - do you work through your mental checklist all day and then all of the sudden get overwhelmed and lose it? Guilty. Happened to me today.
At some point, I developed this odd notion that I am responsible for juggling and solving everyone's problems, not to mention while 100 feet in the air on a tight rope. Ladies, why do we assume that stress? Maybe a little 'mom in training' and some hereditary anxiety issues, but that's another post.
So my meltdown. I assume the same old dinners get boring. I spend way too much time scouring Cooking Light, Pinterest, and FoodTV looking for new, interesting recipes, with the added difficulty of avoiding fried, buttered or breaded. Yikes. Not to mention, I have to work late, run by the store before prepared said miracle dinner, and hope it's done before 10PM.
I get home with all my ingredients. 7:30PM. Unload groceries. 7:45PM. Replay the phone conversation I had with Bo in the store about the unnecessary pressure I place on myself when he doesn't think I repeat dinners too often and would be happy with chicken fried steak. 8:10PM. Dinner's not happening before 9PM. Commence tears. 8:15PM. And that's how I ended up with Taco Bell.
In all seriousness, stress makes the back of my neck hurt. How do we resolve this impression we have that wives must channel the 1950's and prepare a scratch made meal each night? Dinner is such a challenge.
Friday, September 9, 2011
I Remember.
I Remember being 15 years old. I Remember it was a Tuesday. I was a Junior in Coach Troy Williams' history class. And then I Remember the news - an airplane had hit a building in New York City. Was it an accident? I Remember the quivering tone of our administrators as they walked through the halls notifying the teachers. Why were we stopping class to watch the news? I had never been to New York City and I didn't understand the significance.
And then I Remember watching the small television in our classroom as a second plane hit the other building. Shortly after, the Pentagon's attack. Then a plane crashing in Pennsylvania. Still unsure of what this meant, I Remember a moment of fear that maybe there were more planes with evil intentions - were they going to hit Dallas?
I Remember school being let out early to be with our families. I still didn't comprehend the impact. I Remember sitting in my room with my mom. She was on the computer and I asked her if she could take me to my then boyfriend's house to hang out. She said no and I proceed to get a 15 year old attitude. I don't have much more memory of that day, but I Remember her looking at me and saying "Jen, you don't get it. This is a big deal. The world will never be the same." I don't remember if I went to Richard's house that night or not. I don't remember what I had for dinner and I don't remember September 12th. I just Remember nothing would ever be the same.
I've been to Ground Zero two times since the attacks. Sombering is the most appropriate description. You feel an emptiness as you walk. Life is moving on within the surrounding blocks of the Financial District, but in that place life stands still. So many victims, yet so many heroes responded at that very site.
I Remember May 2011 - 25 years old and Osama Bin Laden had been killed. Closure to the last ten years? I can't say so as the emotions from 9-11 are still so raw. The images, the coverage, the stories, the pang inside your gut as if it was yesterday. Terrorist still desire to harm and weaken America. Ten years later, it still hurts to Remember. We Will Never Forget.
And then I Remember watching the small television in our classroom as a second plane hit the other building. Shortly after, the Pentagon's attack. Then a plane crashing in Pennsylvania. Still unsure of what this meant, I Remember a moment of fear that maybe there were more planes with evil intentions - were they going to hit Dallas?
I Remember school being let out early to be with our families. I still didn't comprehend the impact. I Remember sitting in my room with my mom. She was on the computer and I asked her if she could take me to my then boyfriend's house to hang out. She said no and I proceed to get a 15 year old attitude. I don't have much more memory of that day, but I Remember her looking at me and saying "Jen, you don't get it. This is a big deal. The world will never be the same." I don't remember if I went to Richard's house that night or not. I don't remember what I had for dinner and I don't remember September 12th. I just Remember nothing would ever be the same.
I've been to Ground Zero two times since the attacks. Sombering is the most appropriate description. You feel an emptiness as you walk. Life is moving on within the surrounding blocks of the Financial District, but in that place life stands still. So many victims, yet so many heroes responded at that very site.
I Remember May 2011 - 25 years old and Osama Bin Laden had been killed. Closure to the last ten years? I can't say so as the emotions from 9-11 are still so raw. The images, the coverage, the stories, the pang inside your gut as if it was yesterday. Terrorist still desire to harm and weaken America. Ten years later, it still hurts to Remember. We Will Never Forget.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Not Much To Share
It may still be summer, but it's winter for my blog - quiet, lonely, dreary. After sitting at a computer all day, I tend to shy away from hanging out with my laptop in the evenings. Imagine that. Plus, I've been cheating on my blog with Pinterest lately. I'm addicted, seriously. Go follow me. You'll probably catch more updates around there.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Gracias
I hosted my first group gathering in the new house this weekend - Amber's bridal shower. Successfully, I might add. But it wasn't the food that made the party, although it was yum. Or all the presents. Or even the to die for cake balls.
One of the guests brought their 4-year old daughter. My husband, exhausted from waking up at 4AM for a cross country meet, who just wanted to go upstairs and crash, babysat the little girl for the WHOLE party - Go Fish, Dominos, Hide and Seek, and Tinkerbell the movie. I'm such a lucky duck. Mucho brownie points.
One of the guests brought their 4-year old daughter. My husband, exhausted from waking up at 4AM for a cross country meet, who just wanted to go upstairs and crash, babysat the little girl for the WHOLE party - Go Fish, Dominos, Hide and Seek, and Tinkerbell the movie. I'm such a lucky duck. Mucho brownie points.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Repondez S'il Vous Plait
I'm back. And on my soap box.
Let's talk about the lost gesture of RSVP.
Freaking do it, people! It is so frustrating to plan, prepare and expect guests when you have no stinkin' clue how many are coming. I understand this concept much better and appreciate the consistent RSVP'er now that I have planed my own wedding and thrown events for others. It's simple - 5 minutes. Make a phone call. Or I gave you my email to make this less confrontational to respond to a stranger. I recenty sent out invitations to an upcoming event - 10% response. Really?!
And let's be honest, this could be a rant criticizing lack of all etiquette. Where has it gone? The thoughtfulness of a hand written thank you or homemade soup when you're sick. The southern gentleman appears to be the only chivalry that remains. Thank the good Lord for the man that remembers his manners, opens the door, pays for dinner and knows the phrase "yes ma'am".
Let's talk about the lost gesture of RSVP.
Freaking do it, people! It is so frustrating to plan, prepare and expect guests when you have no stinkin' clue how many are coming. I understand this concept much better and appreciate the consistent RSVP'er now that I have planed my own wedding and thrown events for others. It's simple - 5 minutes. Make a phone call. Or I gave you my email to make this less confrontational to respond to a stranger. I recenty sent out invitations to an upcoming event - 10% response. Really?!
And let's be honest, this could be a rant criticizing lack of all etiquette. Where has it gone? The thoughtfulness of a hand written thank you or homemade soup when you're sick. The southern gentleman appears to be the only chivalry that remains. Thank the good Lord for the man that remembers his manners, opens the door, pays for dinner and knows the phrase "yes ma'am".
Monday, August 15, 2011
Pictures!
Our house has seen some improvements lately.
But first I must say my mom is AWESOME. Almost inspiring enough for me to learn to sew. I was having trouble finding curtains for our dining room in a fresh fun pattern long enough for the abnormally tall windows. Fabric found. Mom to the rescue for the cutting and lining..
She's awesome right?
Added a little table in the foyer...but what to put on it?
And relocated the old foyer table. Shooter seems to like it.
Found this little table at Salvation Army. You could appreciate it's face lift if you had seen its pre-paint finish. It was a sad little cherry color. I really should have taken a pre-makeover picture but I really didn't think it would turn out. I had some leftover glaze from the bathroom cabinet project - two coats of off white paint, a layer of glaze, topped off with a clear coat finish. Voila.
And NOW my best PROJECT! The guest bathroom - new paint, linens, mirror, hardware, door knobs and accesories. Much improved over the monkey green.
But first I must say my mom is AWESOME. Almost inspiring enough for me to learn to sew. I was having trouble finding curtains for our dining room in a fresh fun pattern long enough for the abnormally tall windows. Fabric found. Mom to the rescue for the cutting and lining..
She's awesome right?
Added a little table in the foyer...but what to put on it?
And relocated the old foyer table. Shooter seems to like it.
Found this little table at Salvation Army. You could appreciate it's face lift if you had seen its pre-paint finish. It was a sad little cherry color. I really should have taken a pre-makeover picture but I really didn't think it would turn out. I had some leftover glaze from the bathroom cabinet project - two coats of off white paint, a layer of glaze, topped off with a clear coat finish. Voila.
And NOW my best PROJECT! The guest bathroom - new paint, linens, mirror, hardware, door knobs and accesories. Much improved over the monkey green.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
I Haven't Forgotten You
Disappointed with my lack of blog posts? Me too. I'm uninspired lately. I've got alot of topics swirling around to chat about, they just somehow forget to make it to the blog.
However, I have been very decoratively inspired lately and took care of a few projects around the house. Nothing like sending out 43 invitiations for a bridal shower at your house in three weeks to get the blood pumping. I always promise pictures, but maybe after I clean the house tomorrow.
However, I have been very decoratively inspired lately and took care of a few projects around the house. Nothing like sending out 43 invitiations for a bridal shower at your house in three weeks to get the blood pumping. I always promise pictures, but maybe after I clean the house tomorrow.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
The Spiral Diner
I forgot to post about my first vegan experience. A few girlfriends were getting together for dinner at Spiral Diner in Ft Worth and I agreed before the location was determined. Being the ever adventurous gal, I decided to play nice and see what the whole vegan thing was about. If a vegan restaurant can stay in business in the heart of Cowtown they must be doing something worth eating. I always wondered if there's enough varieties of food in this Earth to keep a vegan full longer than a week. What is there besides vegetables that does not include dairy or meat? Soy appears to be the overwhelming answer to that question. Soy everything. Oh, and alot of rice, beans and grains.
Although the restaurant was good, I wasn't brave enough to stray far from vegetables. Can you blame me for being skeptical of dishes with "taco meat", "sour cream", "bacun" or "cheez" in them? My hot hummus wrap was satisfying enough. I even made it the rest of the night without a snack. And let me tell you, soy ice cream, yum. I mean, it's no Blue Bell but for a healthy guilt-free indulgence, a Spiral brownie with scoops of ice cream on top belongs in my diet. I just don't believe I can trick this southern girl brain into a veggie burger. I do think I could handle an occasional Spiral Diner dinner, but I love steak and cheese too much to let go. Everything in moderation right...even vegan food.
Although the restaurant was good, I wasn't brave enough to stray far from vegetables. Can you blame me for being skeptical of dishes with "taco meat", "sour cream", "bacun" or "cheez" in them? My hot hummus wrap was satisfying enough. I even made it the rest of the night without a snack. And let me tell you, soy ice cream, yum. I mean, it's no Blue Bell but for a healthy guilt-free indulgence, a Spiral brownie with scoops of ice cream on top belongs in my diet. I just don't believe I can trick this southern girl brain into a veggie burger. I do think I could handle an occasional Spiral Diner dinner, but I love steak and cheese too much to let go. Everything in moderation right...even vegan food.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
City of "Winds Not Blowing My Way" Chicago.
I've been spoiled flying into teeny airports lately...no crowds, no lines, semi-pleasant gate agents, less than full flights... Although Casper, WY, Fayetteville, AR, Richmond, VA, and Tallahassee, FL aren't the most exciting sites to travel to, it was easy. I like easy. So much vehicle and passenger congestion in Chicago. Full flights, grumpy agents, shuttles to the rental cars... And the worst tollroad system I have ever been through. Coin only, unmanned toll stations. All the dollars in the world won't help you. I now own the Illinois toll system $1.10 in missed tolls. Thankyouverymuchforthefrustration!!
Monday, August 1, 2011
May We Always Have This Much Love
Today was defeating. I try to not use the blog as an outlet for complaining, but today got me. Amidst work woes, I had to jog up to Chicago for the evening to catch a morning meeting. Just before, I found out some scumbag went to town on our checking account and had a shopping spree through New Jersey. I swear, if I knew who you were...
So, dealt with that and an overcrowded flight to ORD, overcrowded airport, and overcrowded freeways trying to get to my hotel near Midway. One and a half hours to go 35 miles. Gaahhh!
Chicago let me down in a big way. Stupid city. But besides all that, today is my two year anniversary to a good man. Who had to spend the day and night home without me. I remember this day bringing me much more happiness two years ago and now I let frustration creep in. With just 25 minutes left in my day, I'll use it to think about the last two years and how wonderful they have been to be spent with someone who loves me. I hope there's a lifetime more of them and certainly can't imagine what this time next year will hold. I love you Bo!
So, dealt with that and an overcrowded flight to ORD, overcrowded airport, and overcrowded freeways trying to get to my hotel near Midway. One and a half hours to go 35 miles. Gaahhh!
Chicago let me down in a big way. Stupid city. But besides all that, today is my two year anniversary to a good man. Who had to spend the day and night home without me. I remember this day bringing me much more happiness two years ago and now I let frustration creep in. With just 25 minutes left in my day, I'll use it to think about the last two years and how wonderful they have been to be spent with someone who loves me. I hope there's a lifetime more of them and certainly can't imagine what this time next year will hold. I love you Bo!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Political Mayhem
I absolutely believe no one gets involved in politics until they feel personally imposed upon. The "that won't really affect me" opinion reigns in this country. If you can't see through my computer, I'm raising my hand at that last statement. Yes, it was me. I usually glaze over at the bickering splashed across the TV with the opinion that nothing really changes anyways.
I've cheated myself out of my rights as an American to not pay attention. Now it's real. A debt ceiling in limbo and even closer to my front door, lack of the FAA Reauthorization, means my job is struggling. Over half our regional staff is on furlough, more and more as the days drag on. I went to work each day this week knowing the FAA funding will not be resolved until the debit crisis is resolved. So now it becomes survival of the financial fittest. Who can survive without a paycheck the longest until their job recovers? Luckily, my position buys itself some time and I don't have to realize the yuck of an unpaid vacation just yet.
But my forced involvement in the FAA Reauthorization tumbled me into following the debt crisis...which I would have rather been uneducated to. But now that I'm following, this circus is messed up. If the House can't agree, we'll never get past step one. Nevermind the goliath Senate waiting to turn down anything the House ever manages to agree on. I wish I was hopeful. It really will affect me...and you...and our kids.
"A government big enough to give you everything you need, is a government big enough to take away everything that you have...."
I've cheated myself out of my rights as an American to not pay attention. Now it's real. A debt ceiling in limbo and even closer to my front door, lack of the FAA Reauthorization, means my job is struggling. Over half our regional staff is on furlough, more and more as the days drag on. I went to work each day this week knowing the FAA funding will not be resolved until the debit crisis is resolved. So now it becomes survival of the financial fittest. Who can survive without a paycheck the longest until their job recovers? Luckily, my position buys itself some time and I don't have to realize the yuck of an unpaid vacation just yet.
But my forced involvement in the FAA Reauthorization tumbled me into following the debt crisis...which I would have rather been uneducated to. But now that I'm following, this circus is messed up. If the House can't agree, we'll never get past step one. Nevermind the goliath Senate waiting to turn down anything the House ever manages to agree on. I wish I was hopeful. It really will affect me...and you...and our kids.
"A government big enough to give you everything you need, is a government big enough to take away everything that you have...."
The Waiting Game
US Air Program Shutdown Costs 70,000 Jobs-Contractors
WASHINGTON, July 27 (Reuters) - A partial shutdown of federal aviation programs has put roughly 70,000 workers in construction and related fields out of work, the Associated General Contractors of America said on Wednesday.
A temporary authorization for aviation spending ended Friday night, cutting off $2.5 billion worth of construction projects at airports across the country. The Federal Aviation Administration has also furloughed nearly 4,000 employees.
According to an analysis the association commissioned from George Washington University, 24,000 construction workers and 11,000 service and supply workers are now unemployed because of the partial shutdown.
As many as 35,000 jobs "will be undermined in the broader economy, from the lunch wagon near the job site to the truck dealership across town," the analysis found.
The Republican-controlled House of Representatives last week passed an extension of the temporary authorization that cut $12.5 million from rural airports and reduced subsidies for a handful of underserved airports. The bill met a dead end in the Senate, which is controlled by Democrats seeking a straightforward extension with no cuts.
Without an authorization, the federal government cannot collect $200 million a week in taxes that it uses to fund airport capital works projects. Air traffic control and most operations are not affected.
The Obama administration has said nearly 90,000 people stood to lose their jobs during the shuttering.
Those workers, though, will not show up in key government indicators for a while. Even if they filed for unemployment insurance benefits on Monday, those employees would not be counted in the jobless claims report the federal government will release on Thursday.
The contractors' association and labor unions are concerned about the effects of a prolonged shutdown on their sector, which is still suffering from the burst of the housing bubble three years ago. The industry unemployment rate was 15.6 percent in June, according to the association's chief economist, Ken Simonson.
The Laborers' International Union of North America puts job losses due to the shutdown at more than 80,000.
"Congress needs to pass a quick, clean extension that gets these projects going and puts people back to work," the union's General President Terry O'Sullivan said in a statement.
Few in Congress, though, expect an extension to pass before the current fight about the debt ceiling ends, which means that construction workers could be unemployed for weeks.
WASHINGTON, July 27 (Reuters) - A partial shutdown of federal aviation programs has put roughly 70,000 workers in construction and related fields out of work, the Associated General Contractors of America said on Wednesday.
A temporary authorization for aviation spending ended Friday night, cutting off $2.5 billion worth of construction projects at airports across the country. The Federal Aviation Administration has also furloughed nearly 4,000 employees.
According to an analysis the association commissioned from George Washington University, 24,000 construction workers and 11,000 service and supply workers are now unemployed because of the partial shutdown.
As many as 35,000 jobs "will be undermined in the broader economy, from the lunch wagon near the job site to the truck dealership across town," the analysis found.
The Republican-controlled House of Representatives last week passed an extension of the temporary authorization that cut $12.5 million from rural airports and reduced subsidies for a handful of underserved airports. The bill met a dead end in the Senate, which is controlled by Democrats seeking a straightforward extension with no cuts.
Without an authorization, the federal government cannot collect $200 million a week in taxes that it uses to fund airport capital works projects. Air traffic control and most operations are not affected.
The Obama administration has said nearly 90,000 people stood to lose their jobs during the shuttering.
Those workers, though, will not show up in key government indicators for a while. Even if they filed for unemployment insurance benefits on Monday, those employees would not be counted in the jobless claims report the federal government will release on Thursday.
The contractors' association and labor unions are concerned about the effects of a prolonged shutdown on their sector, which is still suffering from the burst of the housing bubble three years ago. The industry unemployment rate was 15.6 percent in June, according to the association's chief economist, Ken Simonson.
The Laborers' International Union of North America puts job losses due to the shutdown at more than 80,000.
"Congress needs to pass a quick, clean extension that gets these projects going and puts people back to work," the union's General President Terry O'Sullivan said in a statement.
Few in Congress, though, expect an extension to pass before the current fight about the debt ceiling ends, which means that construction workers could be unemployed for weeks.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Attacking My To-Do List
Let's see...today I...
*Planted some plants
*Changed all of our burned out lightbulbs
*Went grocery shopping
*Put the final coat on my end table project
*Found a lamp for said end table
Oh, and painted the ENTIRE guest bathroom!
Not bad for a Sunday.
*Planted some plants
*Changed all of our burned out lightbulbs
*Went grocery shopping
*Put the final coat on my end table project
*Found a lamp for said end table
Oh, and painted the ENTIRE guest bathroom!
Not bad for a Sunday.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Queen of Unfinished Projects
If you're planning to come visit us, don't judge my house! I have more projects than I can count right now - 4 different colors of paint slapped on the guest bathroom wall, fabric samples taped up to the dining room windows deciding on future drapes, flowers on my back porch waiting to be planted, a few loads on laundry on the floor...and most most complete project, a painted/glazed end table project waiting for a top coat of paint and eventually topped off with a table lamp for our living room. I'm about to pull my hair out at the dyed root!
Oh, and I have to host a bridal shower at my house in four weeks?!
Oh, and I have to host a bridal shower at my house in four weeks?!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Now Boarding..no, wait... NOT Boarding!
I resolved my mobile blogging trouble ticket and iPhone blogging begins. Well, it begins with yesterday's post and continues now from Terminal A of Northwest Arkansas Regional Airport because I have not a damn thing to do. I've exhausted Facebook, People.com, Hanging with Friends, Words with Friends, Scramble, oh, and did some work. "Mechanical" delays 20 minutes at a time have caused a 7:15 departure time for my original 3:40 flight back to DFW.
I suppose I sympathize with the AA agents who have customers using this excuse to lash out at them. When in reality, yes, they are inconvenienced, but their real life troubles have made them time bombs and this delay came at a convenient time to release that frustration. I doubt each of these passengers are consistently on time for all appointments or live a life without emergencies. Would you rather fly a potentially unsafe aircraft? I'm not sure where all this compassion is coming from because I'm not particularly thrilled abou arriving home so late. Must be because the guy working the gate was really trying his hardest to help within his means. And I'm really freaking tired.
I suppose I sympathize with the AA agents who have customers using this excuse to lash out at them. When in reality, yes, they are inconvenienced, but their real life troubles have made them time bombs and this delay came at a convenient time to release that frustration. I doubt each of these passengers are consistently on time for all appointments or live a life without emergencies. Would you rather fly a potentially unsafe aircraft? I'm not sure where all this compassion is coming from because I'm not particularly thrilled abou arriving home so late. Must be because the guy working the gate was really trying his hardest to help within his means. And I'm really freaking tired.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Oh, The Places We Will Go
There is nothing more depressing than sitting in DFW's Terminal D, the international terminal, listening to all the flights boarding to exotic locations...Paris, London, Australia...when you are about to board a plane, regional jet I might add, to Bentonville, Arkansas. Seriously, come on.
I sat in Bennigans across from my gate watching passengers board Air France to Amsterdam. I could use Amsterdam. But today will be Arkansas.
Let me depart from B Terminal so I feel a little more pride going to Walmart USA. They did, after all, revolutionize the low price, American bargain shopping experience. Yes, Bentonville would seem much more glamorous if the gate next to me was headed to Topeka, Kansas or Midland, Texas.
I sat in Bennigans across from my gate watching passengers board Air France to Amsterdam. I could use Amsterdam. But today will be Arkansas.
Let me depart from B Terminal so I feel a little more pride going to Walmart USA. They did, after all, revolutionize the low price, American bargain shopping experience. Yes, Bentonville would seem much more glamorous if the gate next to me was headed to Topeka, Kansas or Midland, Texas.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
I Am Old.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
*Insert Witty Title*
It's difficult to log onto Facebook when you're going through a tough time. It's so and so's birthday, someone has awesome travel plans, a concert was fantastic, fancy shoes were bought, anniversaries are being celebrated...everyone thoroughly enjoyed their fourth of July weekends with grilled foods and water sports.
I forget to remember my blessings and strength waiting on the other side of the pain. I prefer to crawl into a hole. When does it get better?
I forget to remember my blessings and strength waiting on the other side of the pain. I prefer to crawl into a hole. When does it get better?
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
I Now Relate
I've been fortunate to not have many close family or friends pass away. My grandpa passed away when I was a teenager, but in my adult life, none until my grandma. Therefore, I've never dealt with the five stages of grief or been able to relate to anyone who has. I always share my condolences and do truly feel sorry for people experiencing the loss, but I'm sad to say I was the "I'm so sorry to hear that" person. I'm not that person anymore.
The loss of someone close is very emotional, regardless of your relationship with them. It's the removal of someone familiar. A loneliness. A void.
I must say if you are ever to lose someone close to you (and I certainly hope you don't) and you share that loss with me, I will truly know how you feel and have a deeper appreciation and understanding for the grief you're dealing with. The support of friends and their concern and companionship make those hours, days, minutes of uncertainty easier to conquer. I guarantee it.
The loss of someone close is very emotional, regardless of your relationship with them. It's the removal of someone familiar. A loneliness. A void.
I must say if you are ever to lose someone close to you (and I certainly hope you don't) and you share that loss with me, I will truly know how you feel and have a deeper appreciation and understanding for the grief you're dealing with. The support of friends and their concern and companionship make those hours, days, minutes of uncertainty easier to conquer. I guarantee it.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Grandma Ellen
Grandma went to be with Grandpa last night. We sat in the lobby while they removed the ventilator from her throat. She took a few breaths and left this world, with her family by her side. She left the pain and illness that had uninvitedly consumed her body.
While we sitting at the hospital as our grandma memories were being shared, I remembered a story from maybe 12 or so years ago. My cousin Amanda and I had gone to Grandma's for a visit. I had taken a liking to the Snicker's ice cream bars and Grandma told me I could have as many as I wanted. Being a kid, unable to restrain myself, I ate the whole box - a good 4 or 5 candy bars. Needless to say, that night I saw all 4 or 5 of those candy bars again and had to wake Grandma up at the middle of the night to tell her I had thrown up in the bathroom.
Not long after Grandma passed away, Bo and I left the hospital to head home. He stopped on the way home to get gas and to my surprise, came home with Snicker's ice cream bars. I couldn't think of a better way to remember Grandma than to sit on our back porch at 1AM and toast ice cream candy bars in her honor.
I'm thankful for my time with her and will see her again one day. Until then, Roll Tide Grandma!
While we sitting at the hospital as our grandma memories were being shared, I remembered a story from maybe 12 or so years ago. My cousin Amanda and I had gone to Grandma's for a visit. I had taken a liking to the Snicker's ice cream bars and Grandma told me I could have as many as I wanted. Being a kid, unable to restrain myself, I ate the whole box - a good 4 or 5 candy bars. Needless to say, that night I saw all 4 or 5 of those candy bars again and had to wake Grandma up at the middle of the night to tell her I had thrown up in the bathroom.
Not long after Grandma passed away, Bo and I left the hospital to head home. He stopped on the way home to get gas and to my surprise, came home with Snicker's ice cream bars. I couldn't think of a better way to remember Grandma than to sit on our back porch at 1AM and toast ice cream candy bars in her honor.
I'm thankful for my time with her and will see her again one day. Until then, Roll Tide Grandma!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Heaven Is For Real
Her breaths are stable, steady. It's the best hope we have to hold onto right now. Grandma had a difficult night. The infection made it's way into her blood. Slowly pacing it's way through her body, weakening her. Such a sick little lady. And I stood there, helpless, wishing and praying I could make her feel better. Her arm so swollen from a blood clot it was twice the size of mine. All the hand wrinkles smoothed into the touch of a child. So soft.
And yet, I was talking to my mom this evening and she told me my Uncle John had found a book on Grandma's nightstand she had been reading before she got so sick. He took it with him and gave it to my mom. The name of it - "Heaven Is For Real."
A four year old boy recovering from a burst appendix witnessed the beauty of Heaven and shared events he couldn't have otherwise known. A beautiful true story.
While I've been so distraught over how much her life has deteriorated these last 6 months, she's comforting me from her hospital bed and doesn't even know it. A grandma to the core.
"I'm not crying because I feel so sorry for you...I'm crying for me."
And yet, I was talking to my mom this evening and she told me my Uncle John had found a book on Grandma's nightstand she had been reading before she got so sick. He took it with him and gave it to my mom. The name of it - "Heaven Is For Real."
A four year old boy recovering from a burst appendix witnessed the beauty of Heaven and shared events he couldn't have otherwise known. A beautiful true story.
While I've been so distraught over how much her life has deteriorated these last 6 months, she's comforting me from her hospital bed and doesn't even know it. A grandma to the core.
"I'm not crying because I feel so sorry for you...I'm crying for me."
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Gathering Strength
Tonight was tough. I tried so hard to keep the walls of strength up and I lost it. I wanted to be so strong for my Grandma. Be the energy that she can ride through this infection. I collapsed for a moment and had to ride Bo's strength. And he stayed strong for me, kept me standing.
My thankfulness for him is immeasurable. There's a nurturing nature in me that wants to be everyone else's rock but today was difficult.
My grandma is strong lady though. One breath at a time she'll fight.
My thankfulness for him is immeasurable. There's a nurturing nature in me that wants to be everyone else's rock but today was difficult.
My grandma is strong lady though. One breath at a time she'll fight.

Thursday, June 23, 2011
And that's the icing on the cake
Some days you're the pigeon...and other days your the statue. Today, I am the statue with a FLOCK of birds resting on my head. Hours of research and preparation - for 16 minutes of near death drowning. It was apparent as I walked into the Tax Appraisal office and 10 board members looked me in the face, I was sunk.
Their no mercy attitudes and fancy appraisal software made my presentation with public record data fall flat. It's dang near impossible to challenge those house values when they use a multitude of factors to assign classifications and values.
Welcome to the neighborhood, Rickners.
Their no mercy attitudes and fancy appraisal software made my presentation with public record data fall flat. It's dang near impossible to challenge those house values when they use a multitude of factors to assign classifications and values.
Welcome to the neighborhood, Rickners.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
All I Feel Like Sharing
I was swirling around alot of ideas for a blog post tonight, playing around on a few websites, thinking.
But I got stuck on a friend's Facebook post -
"If your bible is worn out and falling apart, chances are your life is staying together." - Rev Run
But I got stuck on a friend's Facebook post -
"If your bible is worn out and falling apart, chances are your life is staying together." - Rev Run
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Life's a beach and we played in the sand
Welp, much anticipated Mexico concluded today. We've returned from the Riviera Maya with tans and a little bit of sand covering all of our clothes. Heather and Matt made their vows official (amid a small hurricane) and we enjoyed many drinks with fruit garnishes. Sigh...over so soon.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
To Our Kids
Not long ago, I started a second blog. A collection of letters - the memories I don't want to forget to share with my kids. I wish the stories of my parents and grandparents would have been written down. History is such a vital vein of who we are and unknowingly become. I want my kids to relate to us, understand that they were planned for and appreciate the lives they will have.
One day, they will arrive. Until then, I write.
I just saw the commercial for google chrome. They totally ripped off my idea.
One day, they will arrive. Until then, I write.
I just saw the commercial for google chrome. They totally ripped off my idea.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Unwanted Visitors
The game Mouse Trap was cute when I was 7 and everything was made of plastic.
At 25, I don't enjoy a yucky varmint bumming real estate off us. We had noticed a cookie left upstairs in the game room mysteriously disappear not too long ago. Naturally, we blamed it on the dogs. Sneaks. Well, this morning Bo noticed a cup of sunflower seed shells left on the coffee table knocked over onto the floor. Huh? Dogs hadn't been upstairs since he left it there. Then, Bo hears something upstairs, I had heard something upstairs - a mouse. It had to be.
Being as intolerant as I am of critters, I immediately bought out Walmart's supply of rat catchers. We set two of them in the garage and actually already caught one. The best outcome one be one rat chillin' in the garage during the day, then climbing up through the wall at night. I hope. We have these outlet plug type plates in the dry wall upstairs where you run wires through the back of the wall when you mount a flat screen. We hadn't gotten around to mounting everything and assume the rodent is climbing through that hole up to the game room. Has to be.
So, traps will be set tonight in anticipation of his arrival.
Worst part is, our guard dogs aren't alerting us to the intruder! They better not be in cahoots with each other - traitors.
Best part is, my husband's studliness increases and he disposed of the trapped rat like a champ. As far as I'm concerned, he's worth his weight in gold for saving me from the tiny terror.
At 25, I don't enjoy a yucky varmint bumming real estate off us. We had noticed a cookie left upstairs in the game room mysteriously disappear not too long ago. Naturally, we blamed it on the dogs. Sneaks. Well, this morning Bo noticed a cup of sunflower seed shells left on the coffee table knocked over onto the floor. Huh? Dogs hadn't been upstairs since he left it there. Then, Bo hears something upstairs, I had heard something upstairs - a mouse. It had to be.
Being as intolerant as I am of critters, I immediately bought out Walmart's supply of rat catchers. We set two of them in the garage and actually already caught one. The best outcome one be one rat chillin' in the garage during the day, then climbing up through the wall at night. I hope. We have these outlet plug type plates in the dry wall upstairs where you run wires through the back of the wall when you mount a flat screen. We hadn't gotten around to mounting everything and assume the rodent is climbing through that hole up to the game room. Has to be.
So, traps will be set tonight in anticipation of his arrival.
Worst part is, our guard dogs aren't alerting us to the intruder! They better not be in cahoots with each other - traitors.
Best part is, my husband's studliness increases and he disposed of the trapped rat like a champ. As far as I'm concerned, he's worth his weight in gold for saving me from the tiny terror.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem
Please, oh please, week hurry up. In the past 3 months I have been in:
Las Vegas, NV
Austin, TX
New York City, NY
Sacramento, CA
Salt Lake City, UT
Casper, WY
Denver, CO
Tallahassee, FL
Charlotte, NC
Richmond, VA
But of all the traveling, I've got one more place to go - MEXICO.
There's a poolside chair and a umbrella/fruit stuffed drink waiting for me. I've updated my passport, bought some new dresses, lost some weight, booked a flight and I'm soon kissing Weatherford goodbye. Great friends and sunshine, here we come.
Las Vegas, NV
Austin, TX
New York City, NY
Sacramento, CA
Salt Lake City, UT
Casper, WY
Denver, CO
Tallahassee, FL
Charlotte, NC
Richmond, VA
But of all the traveling, I've got one more place to go - MEXICO.
There's a poolside chair and a umbrella/fruit stuffed drink waiting for me. I've updated my passport, bought some new dresses, lost some weight, booked a flight and I'm soon kissing Weatherford goodbye. Great friends and sunshine, here we come.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Shedding the Heavy Coat
There are nights of content and there are nights of guilt. Lots of questioning my strength and doubting my courage. How did I get to that point? Where did I absorb so much denial? Bubble clusters and spider diagrams can't explain alot. So for now, I trust the process.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Marital Compromise
This is how good of a wife I am:
Saturday morning I got up at 5:30 AM and drove to the American Airlines Center to stand in a ridiculous line that was 2 hours long for a number. A number for the lottery that would hopefully result in Mavs Finals tickets. It did not. Then, I went to Lewisville with Bo to watch the Brock boys summer league basketball game. Finally, I stood in another line, luckily much shorter, for an In -N-Out Burger. Fortunately, at the end of that line, we did indeed get a burger.
This is how good of a husband Bo is:
This morning, he scooped and bagged all the rubber mulch out of our backyard flower bed so I didn't have to.
I think we're even. :)
Saturday morning I got up at 5:30 AM and drove to the American Airlines Center to stand in a ridiculous line that was 2 hours long for a number. A number for the lottery that would hopefully result in Mavs Finals tickets. It did not. Then, I went to Lewisville with Bo to watch the Brock boys summer league basketball game. Finally, I stood in another line, luckily much shorter, for an In -N-Out Burger. Fortunately, at the end of that line, we did indeed get a burger.
This is how good of a husband Bo is:
This morning, he scooped and bagged all the rubber mulch out of our backyard flower bed so I didn't have to.
I think we're even. :)
Thursday, May 26, 2011
The Qualities You Don't Realize You Marry Until They Matter
The stereotypical "hands-off dad" is so unfortunate. I would put my dad in this category. Not because he didn't love us, but because he kept a frequent travel schedule that left little time for dress up and tea parties. He wasn't sure what to do with me and Nick, besides take care of the "wait until your father gets home" discipline my mother stigmatized him with.
I was flying from Tallahassee, FL to Charlotte, NC Tuesday evening. This was my 8th of 10 flights in 9 days. I had lost all my pleasantness - and patience. But leave it to a five year old boy sitting behind me to cause a pause.
The five year old boy was traveling with his dad and 14-month old brother. (I know the ages because someone asked, in case you were wondering, ok?) The fact that the little boy was the smartest, most humorous five year old I have ever listened to goes without saying. But the dialog he had with his dad was what got me.
It was obvious the 14-month old wasn't accustom to flying. He was a little squirmy and had a good set of lungs on him. The dad was incredibly patient. Answering every question the five year old had - about the ground below us, why we could drive our own car to the gate because it was taking so long, what all the noises were, why he couldn't hold onto the boarding passes for the next flight...
The dad was kind. And praised his son. Just as I was thinking I would have been the mom about to pull out her hair, telling the older boy to be quiet, shoving a passie in the younger one's mouth and heavily sighing, I realized Bo would be that dad behind me, in this moment, patiently and calmly attending to both children. I married someone who will be the perfect dad.
I was flying from Tallahassee, FL to Charlotte, NC Tuesday evening. This was my 8th of 10 flights in 9 days. I had lost all my pleasantness - and patience. But leave it to a five year old boy sitting behind me to cause a pause.
The five year old boy was traveling with his dad and 14-month old brother. (I know the ages because someone asked, in case you were wondering, ok?) The fact that the little boy was the smartest, most humorous five year old I have ever listened to goes without saying. But the dialog he had with his dad was what got me.
It was obvious the 14-month old wasn't accustom to flying. He was a little squirmy and had a good set of lungs on him. The dad was incredibly patient. Answering every question the five year old had - about the ground below us, why we could drive our own car to the gate because it was taking so long, what all the noises were, why he couldn't hold onto the boarding passes for the next flight...
The dad was kind. And praised his son. Just as I was thinking I would have been the mom about to pull out her hair, telling the older boy to be quiet, shoving a passie in the younger one's mouth and heavily sighing, I realized Bo would be that dad behind me, in this moment, patiently and calmly attending to both children. I married someone who will be the perfect dad.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
De-lish-ish-ness!!
Long day? Tired from work? Forgot to marinate chicken? Don't want to spend an hour and a half cooking on a Tuesday? May I recommend....
White Pizza with Tomato and Basil

I'll have to give the credit to Cooking Light. I didn't come up with this one on my own. But I did try it and it was super easy and yummy.
White Pizza with Tomato and Basil
I'll have to give the credit to Cooking Light. I didn't come up with this one on my own. But I did try it and it was super easy and yummy.
And yes, I am that good of a cook that I made the pizza look scrumptious and very camera ready. Kidding. I forgot to take a picture and honestly didn't know if it would be any good or blog worthy. So, that's the picture of the picture from the magazine. Mine did look similar to that though since I used a pre-made pizza crust.
So, here we go.
1 (10-ounce) Italian cheese-flavored thin pizza crust (such as Boboli) *Note: My Walmart is very selective with variety so they don't carry Italian flavored. I used the regular one and it was just fine.
1 Teaspoon cornmeal *Note: I eliminated this because I felt it was an unnecessary expense for 1 teaspoon, but feel free if you have some. I used a pizza stone and it did not stick.
Cooking Spray
3 Tablespoons refrigerated pesto with basil *Note: See photo below. I am pretty sure this is what made my pizza so good.
1/2 Cup (2 ounces) shredded fresh mozzarella cheese *Note: I used packaged pre-shredded
1/2 Cup Part-skim ricotta cheese
1/2 Cup sliced small tomatoes *Note: I used Roma tomatoes.
1/2 Teaspoon black pepper
1/2 Cup small basil leaves *Note: I eliminated this because my basil plant is at work and have you seen the prices for fresh basil at the store?!
Crushed red pepper (Optional)
1. Preheat broiler to high.
2. Place a baking sheet in oven; heat for 10 minutes.
3. While baking sheet heats, place crust on another baking sheet sprinkled with cornmeal. Lightly coat crust with cooking spray. Spread pesto evenly over crust, leaving a 1-inch border; sprinkle mozzarella evenly over the pesto. Dollop ricotta, by teaspoonfuls, evenly over mozzarella. Slide crust onto preheated baking sheet, using a spatula as as guide. Broil 5 inches from heat for 5 minutes or until cheese begins to melt. Remove from oven; top evenly with tomatoes, black pepper, and basil. Sprinkle with red pepper, if desired. Cut into 8 slices. Yields: 4 Servings (serving size: 2 slices)
And the best part, only 352 calories for two slices! Not bad, huh?
As for the pesto, I used Classico (below). It was $2 at Walmart and delish. Heavy on the garlic flavor more so that the basil. Yum yum yum. And I'm going to stir a few tablespoons of the leftover pesto into pasta for lunch tomorrow.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
You Are Now Free To Move About The Country
Aggghhhhh I was doing so good at maintaining the blog. Why the silence? Many reasons actually. However, I'll blame it on travel. I enjoyed some excellent out of state relaxation....
...Vegas.

...New York.

And then I followed it up with business travel. Sacramento, CA, Salt Lake City, UT, Casper, WY in one day then a two hour hello in Denver, CO on my way back to Dallas. Add a trip to Tallahassee, FL and Richmond, VA this week. Apparently, if you wish for travel, you get LOTS of it. Even if it is to Casper, WY on a turboprop buzzer of a plane through a rain storm. :-D (Can emoticons convey sarcasm?)
We do have one more non-business trip on the horizon next month - MEXICO! It's great to have friends that choose to get married in a tropical exotic location!
...Vegas.
...New York.
And then I followed it up with business travel. Sacramento, CA, Salt Lake City, UT, Casper, WY in one day then a two hour hello in Denver, CO on my way back to Dallas. Add a trip to Tallahassee, FL and Richmond, VA this week. Apparently, if you wish for travel, you get LOTS of it. Even if it is to Casper, WY on a turboprop buzzer of a plane through a rain storm. :-D (Can emoticons convey sarcasm?)
We do have one more non-business trip on the horizon next month - MEXICO! It's great to have friends that choose to get married in a tropical exotic location!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Bring It On!
I have a serious bone to pick with the Parker County Appraisal District. PCAD, if you are reading this - yes, I mean you! You!
They sent us a little two page letter in a little white envelope that could have inconspicuously been mistaken for a little more junk mail. Sneaky bastards. It's definitely junk mail, just not the kind I can throw away.
It was just a short note informing us our taxes would be increasing. 11%. Luckily, they went ahead and sent me a protest form with the note, just in case.
I simmered over it for a day trying to decide what to do and how I could protest this in my favor. Come to find out, they couldn't have made it easier for me (I hope). I just had to put the pieces together.
I spent the day doing some research on my neighbors and in the online public records. Come to find out, the average was a -3% DECREASE for my neighborhood. Are you FUCKING kidding me? And they're trying to pull over an 11% increase on me. We will see about that.
Apparently, to protest your taxes you have to put together a case and verbally present it in front of the Appraisal Review Board. Awesome. This should be a fun college presentation. I'll be ready for them.
They sent us a little two page letter in a little white envelope that could have inconspicuously been mistaken for a little more junk mail. Sneaky bastards. It's definitely junk mail, just not the kind I can throw away.
It was just a short note informing us our taxes would be increasing. 11%. Luckily, they went ahead and sent me a protest form with the note, just in case.
I simmered over it for a day trying to decide what to do and how I could protest this in my favor. Come to find out, they couldn't have made it easier for me (I hope). I just had to put the pieces together.
I spent the day doing some research on my neighbors and in the online public records. Come to find out, the average was a -3% DECREASE for my neighborhood. Are you FUCKING kidding me? And they're trying to pull over an 11% increase on me. We will see about that.
Apparently, to protest your taxes you have to put together a case and verbally present it in front of the Appraisal Review Board. Awesome. This should be a fun college presentation. I'll be ready for them.
Monday, May 2, 2011
I'm Predicting The Winner
I'm only an expert at knowing what I like. And my friends, Javier Colon, I like. No, I love.
I'm not sure what the premise of this new show The Voice is other than singing, but I was flipping through channels and gave it a few minutes. Holy guacamole, he sang Time After Time so well if anyone ever asked me who sings that song I will say Javier Colon. Cyndi who? My skin crawled a little and I re-wound the show just for a second listen.
And the icing on the cupcake - iTunes put the song up for purchase. Go buy it. Seriously.
I wish I got paid for the free advertising I give on this blog.
I'm not sure what the premise of this new show The Voice is other than singing, but I was flipping through channels and gave it a few minutes. Holy guacamole, he sang Time After Time so well if anyone ever asked me who sings that song I will say Javier Colon. Cyndi who? My skin crawled a little and I re-wound the show just for a second listen.
And the icing on the cupcake - iTunes put the song up for purchase. Go buy it. Seriously.
I wish I got paid for the free advertising I give on this blog.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
One Of Those 'Where were you?' Moments
Less that 24 hours ago, I was standing at Ground Zero. I took a ferry to the Statue of Liberty that was used to transport people away from the World Trade Center when it was attacked. I stood on the Empire State Building overlooking the lower Manhattan skyline where two buildings should have stood. An emptiness in the sky, just as in our hearts. As I was beginning to wonder if the world had become numb to that fateful day 9 years, 7 months and 20 days ago...
About 24 minutes ago, I learned Osama Bin Laden is dead. We've held our breaths for 10 years, waiting. Meanwhile, we have accepted fear as way of life. 9/11 defined our generation and every one after. So, are we any better off? I had to stand in 4 security lines yesterday for screening. We have altered the way our buildings operate. Am I suppose to sleep better with the relief that a high profile terrorist can no longer direct string puppets to inflict harm? The country still has the puppets to fear.
About 24 minutes ago, I learned Osama Bin Laden is dead. We've held our breaths for 10 years, waiting. Meanwhile, we have accepted fear as way of life. 9/11 defined our generation and every one after. So, are we any better off? I had to stand in 4 security lines yesterday for screening. We have altered the way our buildings operate. Am I suppose to sleep better with the relief that a high profile terrorist can no longer direct string puppets to inflict harm? The country still has the puppets to fear.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Meat and Taters
D Magazine just released their picks for the top 20 steakhouses in Dallas. Yes please! Since Bo and I have become steakhouse snobs, you can imagine I squealed a little when I saw this article. I'm a little Del Frisco's biased, slightly skeptical Pappa's Bros should top the list and can't wait to try Nick and Sam's. So, we shall see. If I had a spare $6,000 to spend on 20 meals, I might try all 20 steakhouses and provide you blog followers with my own ratings. (Anyone who feels compelled to donate, I promise to write a detailed account of each and every bite of food and drink of wine. Or better yet, should you like to buy a steakhouse dinner, we can go together!)

Saturday, April 23, 2011
This Means War
I unknowingly walked into a trap. My husband, such a sweetheart, thought it a funny thing to put Orajel all over his lips before I left to head to the gym today. He enticed me upstairs to give me a kiss goodbye and before I could process what was going on, my lips. were. numb. Very numb. Awesome.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Jeep-er Creeper
Cliff notes version of this story.
So my car died last Thursday. I had it towed to the dealership because I just knew it was something worse than a battery. I had just replaced it maybe a year ago? I needed this fixed pronto since I was going to Austin the next day, for what turned out to be a miserable trip I should have foregone anyways. Low and behold, dead battery. Somewhat questionably, I tell the dealership to replace it. $171.58. Ouch. My gut said make them give me the old battery. Gut was right.
I was off today and finally got around to subjecting myself to a hopeless attempt to get Firestone (who had replaced said dead battery originally) to do something for me. Turns out car batteries have long warranties - like 72 months. Who knew. And they have 18 month free replacements. Who really knew. Guess what? My battery was 18 months old. If I had towed my car to Firestone they would have replaced it for free. I was kicking myself at this point. Thanks to my gut, that old battery was my saving grace. My Firestone manager put my battery on a tester - STILL GOOD!
I haul my patootie (17.6 pounds lighter patootie I might add) over to the dealership for a little chat. Dealership man says too bad, no refund for me. I ask for battery test report performed on my battery from last Thursday - it's not available anymore. So, no proof of a bad battery and no refund. Fuck them. With the intention of taking my fight up the Jeep corporate ladder, I haul my patootie back to Firestone to request a print out of my battery reading. No problem, Firestone manager even calls over to Jeep dealership to help plead my case. Turns out, Jeep dealership had screwed me over and neglected some basic car maintenance procedures. All my battery needed was a good terminal node cleaning because it wasn't getting a good connection. Therefore, car no starty. Duh.
After three hours, I haul that same patootie back to Jeep dealership with old battery in car, new battery in hand and scowl on my face. Thank you, Firestone manager, for you sincere helpfulness and for not charging me a penny to clean my battery, re-install it, put new terminal bolts on my cables and courtesy check my vehicle. And Jeep man refunded me $171.58.
10 years of driving two different Jeeps and I'm about to need a new car. Not a good idea for Jeep to screw me over if they would like me to purchase a third.
So my car died last Thursday. I had it towed to the dealership because I just knew it was something worse than a battery. I had just replaced it maybe a year ago? I needed this fixed pronto since I was going to Austin the next day, for what turned out to be a miserable trip I should have foregone anyways. Low and behold, dead battery. Somewhat questionably, I tell the dealership to replace it. $171.58. Ouch. My gut said make them give me the old battery. Gut was right.
I was off today and finally got around to subjecting myself to a hopeless attempt to get Firestone (who had replaced said dead battery originally) to do something for me. Turns out car batteries have long warranties - like 72 months. Who knew. And they have 18 month free replacements. Who really knew. Guess what? My battery was 18 months old. If I had towed my car to Firestone they would have replaced it for free. I was kicking myself at this point. Thanks to my gut, that old battery was my saving grace. My Firestone manager put my battery on a tester - STILL GOOD!
I haul my patootie (17.6 pounds lighter patootie I might add) over to the dealership for a little chat. Dealership man says too bad, no refund for me. I ask for battery test report performed on my battery from last Thursday - it's not available anymore. So, no proof of a bad battery and no refund. Fuck them. With the intention of taking my fight up the Jeep corporate ladder, I haul my patootie back to Firestone to request a print out of my battery reading. No problem, Firestone manager even calls over to Jeep dealership to help plead my case. Turns out, Jeep dealership had screwed me over and neglected some basic car maintenance procedures. All my battery needed was a good terminal node cleaning because it wasn't getting a good connection. Therefore, car no starty. Duh.
After three hours, I haul that same patootie back to Jeep dealership with old battery in car, new battery in hand and scowl on my face. Thank you, Firestone manager, for you sincere helpfulness and for not charging me a penny to clean my battery, re-install it, put new terminal bolts on my cables and courtesy check my vehicle. And Jeep man refunded me $171.58.
10 years of driving two different Jeeps and I'm about to need a new car. Not a good idea for Jeep to screw me over if they would like me to purchase a third.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Lately's Projects
I've been trying to tackle all those nagging little "when I get around to it" projects so I can start the "I'm dying to get started on" biggie ones. Recently, I found this steal for $25. Half off the "damaged" price. Ugggg right?!
The shape and size we perfect for a little dead end spot by the spare bedrooms that had been plaguing me. Nothing some spray paint couldn't fix. A $3 can on Krylon and she's a new woman. I did splurge a little and buy a jug of mocha glaze. The picture doesn't do much justice, but I promise it's glazed. Voila.
The hubs helped out with this one. It was originally a counter height table I found at a charity sample sale. I've been holding onto it since we were in the old house. It got a leg trimming to coffee table height and adds a little color to the living room.
Crappy picture, but cool iron piece chillin' over the bath tub. Hubs was a big help hanging this monsterously heavy dude.
Lastly, got a little towel holder I adore up. You wanted to see my toilet right? At least I took the trash out. :)
That's all for now. Up next, finish the man room and pick a new paint color for the guest bathroom.
The shape and size we perfect for a little dead end spot by the spare bedrooms that had been plaguing me. Nothing some spray paint couldn't fix. A $3 can on Krylon and she's a new woman. I did splurge a little and buy a jug of mocha glaze. The picture doesn't do much justice, but I promise it's glazed. Voila.
The hubs helped out with this one. It was originally a counter height table I found at a charity sample sale. I've been holding onto it since we were in the old house. It got a leg trimming to coffee table height and adds a little color to the living room.
Crappy picture, but cool iron piece chillin' over the bath tub. Hubs was a big help hanging this monsterously heavy dude.
Lastly, got a little towel holder I adore up. You wanted to see my toilet right? At least I took the trash out. :)
That's all for now. Up next, finish the man room and pick a new paint color for the guest bathroom.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The Grapefruit Diet Equivalent
Maybe I'm old fashioned or maybe I'm naive to think the proven method of a moderate diet and regular exercise are the sure formula for skinnifying? I was encouraged for a friend who's been diligently working at weight loss. Only to find out it was aided by HCG. If you have not heard of this, let me enlighten you. From the website directly:
HCG (Human Chorionic Gonadotropin) is a hormone produced during pregnancy. One of it's functions is to ensure the growing fetus receives enough nutrients to grow and develop normally. It does this by making the abnormal fat stored in the mother's body available for use. The mother's body is then able to use this fat for nutrients and energy despite her intake. This is why women can throw up for three months straight during "morning sickness" and the baby does not suffer. Pregnancy is the only time HCG is found in the body.
Dr. ATW Simeons discovered in the 1950's that small doses of HCG given to overweight individuals (men and women) decreased their appetite, and made them lose inches specifically around their hips, thighs, buttocks and stomachs. Today millions of people have used Hcg for weight loss. The HCG Diet has also been used for weight loss in obese persons as well as those wanting to shed a few unhealthy or unwanted pounds. Hcg for obesity is as common as hcg for fast weight loss. However it is used The hcg diet weight loss program works. Hcgdiet.com has over 7,000 happy customers. While millions of people have used hcg for weight loss, there are many people are just learning about hcg.
So, is it 7,000 people or millions?
Really?! And not just one friend is doing this. I'm aware of several friends using these drops. It gets better:
When HCG is taken, the body is able to tap into it's stored fat and utilize it. When combined with a calorie restriction diet, the person is subsisting more on their stored fat than on what they are eating. They are burning 3500-4000 calories of stored fat daily which amounts to losing 1-2 pounds every day!
Many people want to know if they can be comfortable on a calorie restriction diet of 500 calories per day. One of the miracles of hcg is that a person can feel comfortable eating only 500 calories per day while taking the hcg supplement. While on the HCG diet, appetite is suppressed and most patients feel as if they are stuffing themselves on 500 calories a day. Trying this very low calorie diet without the use of HCG would lead to trouble within 2-3 days. Side effects of starving yourself include insomnia, lethargy, head aches, loss of mental clarity, severe fatigue, and on and on! While on the HCG diet patients sleep sounder and usually feel better than they did before they started the hcg diet.
Should I keep going:
A person on the oral HCG diet can expect to eat 500 calories a day of protein, fruits and vegetables. Light exercise is acceptable but it would be better to do no heavy exercise. A brisk walk is normally the most you should attempt.
I wish I was kidding. Girls, what have we become?
HCG (Human Chorionic Gonadotropin) is a hormone produced during pregnancy. One of it's functions is to ensure the growing fetus receives enough nutrients to grow and develop normally. It does this by making the abnormal fat stored in the mother's body available for use. The mother's body is then able to use this fat for nutrients and energy despite her intake. This is why women can throw up for three months straight during "morning sickness" and the baby does not suffer. Pregnancy is the only time HCG is found in the body.
Dr. ATW Simeons discovered in the 1950's that small doses of HCG given to overweight individuals (men and women) decreased their appetite, and made them lose inches specifically around their hips, thighs, buttocks and stomachs. Today millions of people have used Hcg for weight loss. The HCG Diet has also been used for weight loss in obese persons as well as those wanting to shed a few unhealthy or unwanted pounds. Hcg for obesity is as common as hcg for fast weight loss. However it is used The hcg diet weight loss program works. Hcgdiet.com has over 7,000 happy customers. While millions of people have used hcg for weight loss, there are many people are just learning about hcg.
So, is it 7,000 people or millions?
Really?! And not just one friend is doing this. I'm aware of several friends using these drops. It gets better:
When HCG is taken, the body is able to tap into it's stored fat and utilize it. When combined with a calorie restriction diet, the person is subsisting more on their stored fat than on what they are eating. They are burning 3500-4000 calories of stored fat daily which amounts to losing 1-2 pounds every day!
Many people want to know if they can be comfortable on a calorie restriction diet of 500 calories per day. One of the miracles of hcg is that a person can feel comfortable eating only 500 calories per day while taking the hcg supplement. While on the HCG diet, appetite is suppressed and most patients feel as if they are stuffing themselves on 500 calories a day. Trying this very low calorie diet without the use of HCG would lead to trouble within 2-3 days. Side effects of starving yourself include insomnia, lethargy, head aches, loss of mental clarity, severe fatigue, and on and on! While on the HCG diet patients sleep sounder and usually feel better than they did before they started the hcg diet.
Should I keep going:
A person on the oral HCG diet can expect to eat 500 calories a day of protein, fruits and vegetables. Light exercise is acceptable but it would be better to do no heavy exercise. A brisk walk is normally the most you should attempt.
I wish I was kidding. Girls, what have we become?
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
To My Beautiful Wife:
Hope you don't mind me taking control of your blog for a sec...I am very thankful to have the best wife in the world! One who challenges me and takes care of me, puts up with me, and loves me no matter what. I am so blessed to have you in my life. Spending time with you is my favorite thing to do. I love you to pieces!....And I'm out of pop tarts and cereal...Thanks!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Home Is The Best Place to Run To
As soon as I reach the surface to take a breath, a torrential blow of water drowns me again. This week, I had to pay taxes, Bo got into a wreck, my car died, our HOA decided not to send me a statement until after our dues were already due with a hefty late penalty included...and I'll keep the rest of the sorrows to myself. It wasn't until I started dwelling on all of these misfortunes that I couldn't even stand to listen to myself any longer. So, today I am thankful for unanswered prayers, small victories and a husband that knows how to counter my self-pity perfectly.
You are an angel, you taught me how to fly. You picked me up when I was down, turned me around and you made me fly high. We’re a little bit older now, together we’ve seen some change, but I love you more now than I did on that very first day.
Sometimes we laugh, and sometimes we cry. Some days it’s hard to figure out our way in this life, but it’s moments like these that make me wish I could freeze frame time...
You are an angel, you taught me how to fly. You picked me up when I was down, turned me around and you made me fly high. We’re a little bit older now, together we’ve seen some change, but I love you more now than I did on that very first day.
Sometimes we laugh, and sometimes we cry. Some days it’s hard to figure out our way in this life, but it’s moments like these that make me wish I could freeze frame time...
Monday, April 11, 2011
They Grow Up So Fast
If you know us, you know our great loves are Shooter and Stella. Just so happens, they turned two years old today. I had every intention of stopping by Three Dog Bakery for a scrumptious doggie-friendly birthday cake, but Southlake isn't quit on my way to the gym. So, they got Frosty Paws ice cream from Wal-Mart. Excellent alternative.
I reminisced on photos and videos as if it were people children when writing this blog. We just love them....
....when they were puppies...
...when they're sleeping...
I could go on. So, I will.
...when they're in the fireplace...
...when they're in mama's lap...
...when they're enjoying the snow...

...and now they're grown up.

I realize I am the equivalent of those parents who smother you with baby pictures so I'll give it a rest. Happy Birthday to our babies!
I reminisced on photos and videos as if it were people children when writing this blog. We just love them....
....when they were puppies...
...when they're sleeping...
I could go on. So, I will.
...when they're in the fireplace...
...when they're in mama's lap...
...when they're enjoying the snow...
...and now they're grown up.
I realize I am the equivalent of those parents who smother you with baby pictures so I'll give it a rest. Happy Birthday to our babies!
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