My Guilty Pleasure

For a couple of years now I've been watching So You Think You Can Dance. It is basically American Idol for dancers. Which is why I feel guilty for watching it. As a general rule, I hate reality/competition shows. But WOW it's awesome. So last night I got the opportunity to go see the live tour in Tulsa. On the floor. In the front row. Oh yeah. (woop woop)

Here's me not paying attention to Jewel, who was holding my camera.


I must say, I wasn't aware of how awesome HDTV was until last night. In the past when you went to see someone live after seeing them on TV it was a totally new experience. But all the dancers and dances looked just like they did on TV. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that our plasma TV is 50". But it was neat to see things so much the same as on TV. HD has great detail.

Also, some of us dressed up for Halloween on Friday. I was Heidi the Tool Girl from Home Improvement.



And I won the pumpkin contest!! $25 at Home Depot!!

I told myself I was going to take advantage of Daylight Savings and actually sleep for the extra hour. So since it's 9:36 already, I'm going to bed.

I carved a pumpkin for the work contest on Friday. I'm hoping it'll get a little wrinkly by then because it'll add effect. I have no hope of winning because I work with a bunch of graphic artists. But I had fun doing it! (He's supposed to be a mummy.)

I'm glad posts don't require titles.

This week is looking really busy. Tomorrow I'm running errands. Cleaners, Target, CVS, and WalMart. Then when I get home the kitchen and floors need cleaned. Well, 2 pots need to be hand washed and some stuff needs to go in the dishwasher. And the floors need to be vacuumed. Or vaccumed. Or vaccuummed. Or whatever.

Sometime this week I need to carve my pumpkin. I have a white pumpkin that is going to turn into a mummy before Thursday. And then I have baking to do. I like baking. I'm sure there's more but right now the most important thing is sleep. So good night.

Here are some pictures of my cat. There was going to be more to this but the TV happened and also I took a 4 hour nap today. So there ya go.

Today my Father-in-law, hereafter known as FIL, is helping us get my greenhouse back in working order. If anyone is considering a personal greenhouse, it would be helpful to note that aluminum frames and doors with fabric hinges are not recommended for windy areas. So if you live somewhere other than the Great Plains, it'll be fine. Unfortunately for my greenhouse, I live in the great plains. So the door's fabric hinges broke last year. Then we tried to fix it by putting the door back on with real hinges. Then the aluminum frame broke. Also, it would've helped if I didn't insist on leaving the door open on warm days. But then the greenhouse would overheat and that would also be bad. So here we are. FIL and DH are currently at Home Depot buying materials for a new door. They're already on "plan C". Plan A was the thick plastic strips that they use in cold warehouses and stuff. FIL didn't think that would work so well so then Plan B was plexiglass. I'm not sure why Plan B failed but I got a call about what color I wanted my plywood door to be.

The other thing we're going to do is install a weed barrier mat underneath the gravel on the floor of the greenhouse. The best way to accomplish this is to go back in time and put the mat in first before the gravel and also before the bermuda grass took hold. But we're going to have to make do with our corporeality and shovel/scoot the gravel to one side, install half the mat, then move it all to the other side to finish the install. Which reminds me: I need to take some ibuprofin since my back is already grumpy. Hold on...

Ok. Also, it's cold. I don't much like the cold. I suppose once I get my blood pumping it'll be better but I'm not looking forward to the part before that.

I think the boys may be back now so I'll go help them unload. Ciao.

Talk To Me After My Tea

10-22-09



If you knew me growing up, you knew to not even try to talk to me in the morning until I ate my cereal. All three bowls of it. I think my eyes opened about halfway through the second bowl and any "good mornings" were only said after the milk was gone and the bowl was in the sink. One time DH thought it would be nice to have breakfast together. It didn't last very long. We got into a fight each morning because of my grumpitude. It makes me laugh to think back on it. So now, I have my peace through breakfast. DH and I exchange necessary conversation ("could you get my socks out of the dryer please") until I drop him off at work. I go to work and immediately make a cup of hot tea. I have the most wonderful thing- a Hot Shot hot water maker. I pour water in, press the button, and in a minute I have hot water for my tea. My coworkers have learned the hard way- Talk to me AFTER my tea. Otherwise you'll get a scowl and a grunt. Maybe a one word answer if you're lucky. Usually I'm ready to be friendly by about 9:00.

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I've been feeling the need to blog. I've blogged before, but it was on a content-specific site with restricted access. My friends and family really couldn't access my blog... and then life happened and I stopped going there. So now I'm here.



I'm a 27 year old female in central Oklahoma. I work at a print shop. I'm married and have a cat, a dog, and a rabbit. I'm a Christian, Nazarene specifically. I'm not your typical female. Sure, I do female things like wear makeup to go out to dinner and eat lots of chocolate. I squeal when I see a baby animal. I like to cuddle. But I don't like the color pink or cut flowers. I don't get my nails done. I don't wear ruffles or cutesy things. I don't want to be a mother.



This blog is for my benefit. It is a creative outlet and serves my need to document things that happen in my life for future reference. I'll probably say things that make you mad, or at least, that you don't agree with. I don't much care. I'm not here for you. But, if you find my ramblings interesting, feel free to follow along and even comment.



Here's some background. I was born and raised in the country just south of a small town in central-ish Oklahoma. My dad worked at a print shop and my mom stayed home with my brother and I until I was in middle-high school and then she was our church secretary. We were poor and I never really was bothered by it. We always had plenty to eat and clothes to wear and we had lots of friends and loved ones. My parents are some of the most wonderful giving people you'll ever meet. My little brother is just like them. I have no idea what happened to me. I got all the attitude. I prefer "spunk" but attitude is more accurate. Anyway, we lived in a trailer house in 40 acres of woods. I spent most of the time outside playing by myself. Oh, to be back there again!! My parents tried very hard to shelter me from all the difficult things in life. It has been a mixed blessing. Innocence gets teased.



I was never a rebellious kid. I knew my parents loved me and made decisions in my best interest. I never felt the need to learn things the hard way. If an adult said, "Don't start smoking because it's really hard to quit and you'll regret it", I took them at their word. As a result, I never smoked, drank, tried drugs, had sex, snuck out, went to a party, snuck into an R movie, or any of the other things kids usually do. I didn't see the point. The other kids that did that weren't happy. They usually got in trouble. Oh. That's another thing about me. Being in trouble is one of THE WORST things that can happen to me. It's an irrational fear. Literally, I have a phobia of being in trouble. It actually ranks second, right under the fear of suffocation. I've been in trouble plenty of times, however. It was awful each time.



I graduated as one of 8 valedictorians in my class of 82. I went to OSU and majored in Wildlife and Fisheries Ecology with an emphasis in Wildlife Management and Research. Or just Wildlife Management for short. I loved my major and my classes. I spent most of my free time at the Nazarene Student Center where I made many lifelong (so far at least) friends and met my husband. He was a PoliSci major and went to OU law after graduation. When I graduated in '04 we got married and I moved down to Norman while he finished his law degree. He's now an Assistant District Attorney for Oklahoma County. (Side note: if you do anything bad to me, he'll get you.) I worked as a zookeeper at the Little River Zoo in Norman for a couple of years, spent a year at the OK county Court Clerk's office, and now I'm at the print shop. (I worked at the OSU print shop in college with my dad.)



So now... now we own a house, we both work full time, and struggle to keep our priorities in line. I guess we're pretty normal. :-) Except we're not. But who is, really?