Monday, September 29, 2008

Happy Monday

So it's almost lunch time. I've got a TV dinner, but no silverware with which to eat it. I forgot to bring any. There should be some in the break room.

I had a lovely weekend, so today seems pretty boring in comparison. I don't feel like doing the whole 'here's how my lovely weekend went' thing today, so I won't. But it was nice and I miss it already. On a happier forward-looking note, I've got some projects lined up for this week that I'm looking forward to, and that's always nice.

For starters, I'm going to caulk up some places in the bathroom and laundry room. I'm not sure if I want to try to do it around the bathroom sink, but I think I will. It should be okay if I do it right before we go to bed.

Maybe.

I think.

We'll see.

I'm going to knit a lot this week. Tons of TV shows are premiering this week, and there are new episodes of other shows I feel an overwhelming need to watch. If I'm going to rot my brain for up to 4 hours a night (Holy smokes! The best years of my life really are passing me by!), I may as well make Christmas presents while I'm at it. I've got 4 scarves in varying stages of completion and I want that sense of satisfaction that comes with finishing a project. Something must be done.

Also, remember back at Christmas time, when Cody gave me my very own personal library kit?
Well, until this weekend it stayed like this. It's not that I wasn't excited about it, but I wanted to keep it sealed in cellophane, all beautiful and organized until I needed it. So I finally opened it this weekend and discovered that the top of the box is a removable plastic pane! So my things won't get dusty or be in danger of falling out. And you see that official-looking stamp in the top right corner of the picture? I used it to decorate some matting for a picture I put up, and it was so much fun that I'm going to have to think of ways to incorporate this stamp into everyday life!

I'm pretty sure that people knowing I'm actually going to whip this bad boy out the next time they want to borrow a book is going to cut down on the chances of book-borrowing significantly (it was already pretty bad since I like to make threatening calls after a month....and refuse to loan out any of my Kevin Brockmeier books after I tell everyone to read him--but they're signed!), so I think I'm just going to play with this stamp for other stuff.

Just yesterday, I wrote Levi a letter and fiddled with the dials and, viola!, had this cute little stamp of the date on the letter! Front and back of the paper! And the envelope!

It's really very fun. I'm seriously going to start doing this to letters and bills and pictures and photo albums and possibly the lids of canned goods. I'm definitely going to start doing it to cream cheese packages, because you're supposed to eat them within 10 days of opening and I never remember the exact date of when I start a new one. I'm also going to start stamping books with the date of when we purchase them and maybe (if the dates aren't 3 years apart or something shameful like that) the dates of when I start and finish reading them! I just got so excited about this I just swallowed my gum!

Just kidding. I usually swallow my gum for no real reason. I'm not sure when it happened. I just know it's gone now. Oh well, time for lunch.

And I will spare you the trouble of commenting me to say this: I know I am a huge nerd. But I'm having lots of fun, so there.

Just for good measure: STAMPS!!!!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Happy Thursday

I'm crashing today. Dang those drugs. They get you all pumped up and then you crash. I'll never touch cortisone shots again.

My hand's still a little swollen, and kind of starting to bruise, but it's okay. It's functional, which I always like. Sadly, none of this well-being and functionality ensures any opinions worth sharing or even a halfway amusing story to tell you. So, here are some pictures of myself.

Yay! Right?

It's not quite so vain, really. These are my favorite pictures of me with my family. Let's go!

This is Dad.
He's around 6' and wears cowboy hats.
This was taken in May of last year.

Here's Mom!
We're so cute--how can anyone stand us?!
This was taken in April, when I was 14 and Mom was 35.
She's wearing heels. She's not really this much taller.

This could be my favorite picture of Laine and me...
...but I still think I like this one the best.
The first one is obviously on Laine's wedding day in July of last year
(she's a beautiful bride, right?!),
and I think this one was taken in summer/autumn of 1984.
And just for good measure,
this is my favorite picture of me with Laine's husband.
This is at Dallas's birthday a couple of weeks ago.
We were joking about a picture that Laine had taken of us
(that was later accidentally deleted)
that made Robert look about 3 times my size.
Then we took this picture and discovered that he really is enormous.
Also, I find this hilarious.

Sara and I almost never take pictures together,
but I really like this one.
It's pretty 'us,' I think.
This was also in April of this year.
She loves taking pictures of herself.
I am obviously a little more apprehensive.
This isn't actually my favorite picture of Levi and me, but it's close.
My actual favorite picture is in my wedding album and too small for me to try to copy here.
But this one is nice, too.
This is from this past Father's Day weekend,
when we surprised (ambushed) Levi with a family trip to North Carolina.
He's very tall.
We kind of resemble each other, right?


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And this seems kind of gross following all of those family pictures,
but this is still my very favorite picture of Cody and me.
New Year's Eve, 2005.
We'd been engaged for about 3 days.

The first time Levi saw this on my computer (it was the wallpaper) he yelled at me to "get that pornography off there!" and was only somewhat kidding.

Sorry if it's too much for you to handle.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

I ♥ Shots (Sometimes)

Hello, there. How are you? I'm great!

I can use both of my hands. I've only had one antihistamine in the past 24 hours. I cleaned house last night. Things are fabulous.

I got a cortisone shot yesterday.

Yes, I know cortisone shots can kind of break down your fat and muscle (that's why I got it in the hip/rear area! It's hard to notice damage there) and steroids will stunt my growth and make me a little crazy for a few days (no one ever seems to notice the added aggression. I can't imagine why...) and since my hand probably wouldn't have split right open, I could've taken lots of antihistamines and slept for the next 5 days or so with lots of ice on my hand....but I got scared by my hand's freakish proportions and it hurt. So I got a shot and now everything is great. It's not back to being 100% normal, but I can use it and see my gigantic manly knuckles now, so I'm happy.

(Seriously, I have my dad's knuckles--mine are almost the same size as his and everything! It looks a little weird on my small hands, but I can't really change that. Having such large knuckles alerted me to a problem when my hand swelled up enough to turn these boulders of manliness into little dimples on the back of my hand. Also, my giant, bulging veins were no longer visible. Seriously, one part of my body went through a hardcore fat lady transformation and now I never want to eat cheese again. I know now that I wouldn't carry it well.)

I love cortisone shots. I'm sure it's because I'm feeling so terrible right before I get one, but I feel so awesome afterward. Swollen things (lungs, hands, eyes, nasal passages) return to normal. You have just a little more energy. You're a happy honking camper who decides to clean the apartment--I even dusted the doors!--instead of filling a prescription because antibiotics aren't really my friends and being allergic to both penicillin and sulfur-based drugs really limits my choices and I don't have an infection. Also, I hate antibiotics. Take with food....don't take with food....break out in hives....I can never keep it straight.

But yes, now I feel good enough to sing and dance and write out my to-do lists and all those other things I love so dearly. Yay hands! I use them for practically everything!

Did I mention that this was my right hand? It was. I felt so incapacitated. I even had to brush my teeth with my left hand. I don't know how Cody does it. Craziness.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Look what I can do!

I'm thinking about projects and making things, and how I can't do a whole lot with this hand (I'm going to the doctor later this afternoon. I really hope I get steroids. I don't say that very often, but I do.). So I went through some of my pictures on facebook and decided to make a nice little collection of things I've made.


I didn't technically 'make' this shelf,
but I did put it together all by myself.

Cody really loved the apron I made for him.

Peach preserves and blackberry jam.

Pickles.
I didn't really make these, but I helped.


I made these scarves!
Not sure if I'll do that again this year.
Time is running out, and so is my yarn supply.

I decorate a lovely tree.

Pay no attention to the cranky man!
I made the quilt that's covering him.
And the afghan to the right.

I made Laine's scarf, and Sara's sweater.
Ha ha! I can't follow a pattern.
But I did make the scarf,
and now Sara has one that matches.

I made Cody's birthday cake.

I made some of these tissue ball things,
just like Martha Stewart showed us.
I know I did the small one on the right.

I made fruit salad.

I helped with the Candied Orange Peel Project.

And I made this scarf.

So....it would seem I make a lot of things by knitting.
I kind of help out with food things and then take a little more credit than I should.
And I almost never do things with hammer and nails and wood.

I want to make some more stuff.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Sports, scavenging, burning, stinging

Let's see...

Friday: we had Chinese food. I built a puzzle. I think that was it.

Saturday: We went to Mt. Ida to see Alana and Travis. We didn't get lost. Neither did Brook and Jeff. Yay! We watched the awful Razorback game, which was made a little less awful by wonderful things like grilled food and chips and dip and cake and watermelon. Afterwards, we got to see the camp. Then we wound up playing miniature golf (I made a hole in one! But I still lost.), and eating dinner. We also went to the mall, but I don't think we bought anything. We did see some teenagers fight and get broken up by the security guard. That was neat. Kind of.

We also had Starbucks, which was spectacular as always. Then we all got in our respective cars and went to our respective homes. Cody drove while I talked to Levi the entire drive home. (Nearly 2 hours.) We watched a little TV and went to sleep.

Sunday: I developed some pictures and did some laundry. Cody and I stopped by his mom's house at around 1ish or 2ish. It was supposed to be a brief visit, but then we wound up doing yard work. There was a burn pile. I don't say this often enough, but I really love fire. Anyway, they had torn down most of an old shed, and we helped tear down the rest of it. I got to use a sledge hammer and Cody's mom said she was impressed with me (I'm not sure if it's because she thought I was pitifully weak before, but I'm going to take it as a compliment.). We got a bunch of canning jars that apparently came with the house back when Cody's parents bought it however long ago. I also decided to rescue Cody and Casey's old high chair from the burn pile. Their grandpa built them a two-seater high chair. I don't know what I'm going to do with it (use it for my twin children is not an appropriate suggestion), but it's sitting safely in a storage room until I figure out where to put it. I'm pretty excited with this unique find.

Here's the not-so-great-part of the yardwork adventure: I was carrying some stuff to the fire when my hand hurt like someone had just jabbed a needle into it. I threw down the pieces of wood, used indecorous language, and did that awesome jumping/dancing move that I do when I've seen a snake. But I hadn't seen a snake. I'd been stung by nearby wasps (which we thought Mrs. Dicy had killed with the insane amount of bug spray she used on the spot where they'd been hiding. How much did she spray? I was afraid for her to use any more aerosol that close to a fire, that's how much. Alas, it didn't do the trick.) for the first time ever. I took Benadryl and went back out to work. I thought about staying in the house with ice on my hand, but then I realized I'd be all alone if I stopped breathing. So back to the yard I went. I breathed the whole rest of the day.

We stayed for dinner and had pizza. I thought I took a nap for 20 or 30 minutes on the couch, but after we left I found out it had been for 2 hours. I love naps. Casey was also stung by a wasp, but he didn't swell so I'm not going to act like his injury was important. I, on the other hand, have lost 3 knuckles. Also, everyone was attacked by mosquitos. But I don't think I got poison ivy, and I had safe footwear because I always carry rubber boots in my car. I'm going to take a picture of my hand when I get home. More realistically, Cody's going to take a picture. I'm not functioning too well. It looks a little unreal. Other than that, I'm fine. Just sleepy from all the Benadryl I've been taking. Sporting events aside, I hope you had a nice weekend as well.

Pictures!

I would like to title this series "Misadventures With Lighting." You'll see why.

Some twins at Starbucks.
They like to talk with their hands.



I know this is kind of vain, and I'm wrong, but I like
how this came out.

See? Way more boring with the flash.



Some day, I will take a decent picture of Spencer.
It's going to happen, really.

Glowstringing.

So...Laine loves birthday parties.

The cloudiness makes it look like they're talking
about something dramatic.

Chad will not look at the camera.

Juan will.

This kid

is getting pretty tall.


My sisters like my husband.

Cody gave credit where it was due.


We started out with high hopes.

And ended up doing a lot of knitting.

Wipe that strange smile off your face, Travis.

Cody went to sleep.

Look! I have glasses. I love them.

Ha ha! Brook made a cute watermelon pig.
We ate him.

I'll try to blog about the weekend, but my hand is swollen up really big from a sting I got yesterday so it hurts to type. Also, I may just fall asleep at my desk because I've had 5 benadryls in the past 24 hours.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Oh disasters....

Okay, hello. I've missed you. I've missed typing to you so much. You have no idea.

Here's what happened.

On Wednesday, I noticed I'd been having some trouble with my computer but didn't think too much of it. I was looking at some blog where some woman kept talking about her adorable children and got bored with it, so I tried to exit.

Nothing happened.

I pulled up Task Manager and clicked 'End Task.'

Boy, did it.

The computer died. It wouldn't restart. I tried and tried. Then I called IT. Then they sent Steve.

Steve tried and tried. He then informed me my C drive was gone and that he was turning me over to Eric. I tried to ignore the fact that the room was spinning a little bit and started trying to remember what important work things might be lost with my now-dead C drive. I think I've saved most things to the network.

Except for my pictures.

Now, I'm not hysterically concerned or anything because I have these pictures on disks and they're uploaded to a couple of different social networking sites, but at the same time I felt a little terrified that nearly a year and a half's worth of pictures cannot be pulled up at my every whim. They're there, they're just not as accessible.

In the meantime, I was bored to death. And a little useless. My entire job is pretty inside my computer. The stuff that isn't is on another computer. And believe me, I did quite a bit on that project in the past couple of days.

I haven't been able to blog. To look something up on google. To proofread a friend's daughter's paper and email it back to her. I've been getting on the Internet in little snatches here and there when I was supposed to be working on something else, but it wasn't the same. Ugh.

But this morning I got a new computer. They still have to put some things on it, and it's not equipped for dual monitors just yet (don't laugh--I really need them!), but things are slowly returning back to normal. They may even be able to pull the old stuff off my dead computer. Maybe. I should know by this afternoon or Monday.

In other news.....
Cody had a good performance review at work and got a little raise. That was nice. I was sick, but I'm getting better. I finally got glasses after nearly a decade and a half of not having any.

Let's talk about that. When I was 11, I decided that I'd been wearing glasses nearly half of my life and they were a tremendous inconvenience. They slipped down my nose. They needed cleaning all the time. They didn't do me any good in the shower or when I was swimming and I couldn't wear sunglasses over them. I was done. I was ready for contacts, especially since they had just started making these phenomenal new kind that were soft lenses that were disposable. I argued my case and my dear parents decided to let me try contacts for one of the two reasons they also let me drink coffee at 15, bought me an insanely expensive camera at 16, and let me date outside our denomination: (1) they thought I'd hate it and give it up after a little while, or (2) I was their firstborn and they were still trying things out with me.

Anyway, I proved the eye doctor and my parents that I could place little pieces of squishy plastic onto my eyeballs and wash them and all of that other business. And then I wore contacts for the next 14 years. My old glasses eventually got too small and the prescription became hilariously inadequate (I'm currently at -3.5, making my eyesight nearly as bad as Dad's. And he's 52.). I still have them somewhere under a bathroom sink. One of the lenses is loose. And now I've been wanting glasses for a while. Sometimes my eyeballs need to breathe. Sometimes, especially during allergy season or when I'm really tired, my contacts don't fit too well. So I decided I needed a pair of glasses to wear every now and then.

So last week, after I got a cavity filled at the dentist (tangent: now I remember why I normally schedule afternoon appointments. Afterwards, when I'm feeling terrible, I can go to my parents' house and lay on the couch. It's much better than going into work with a puffy, hurting face. I will not make this mistake again), I went to the eye doctor and picked out some frames. They're cute. I don't have a picture, but I will by Monday.

They came in yesterday and I've been wearing them ever since. Except for when I slept. And showered. And put on make-up. That was weird. But it's been nice not being able to read the clock when I wake up in the middle of the night. And, with my head all swollen and stuffy, it's been a nice change of pace. Also, I think I look like a hot nerd. Or kind of stern.

I might even look older (fingers are crossed).

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Happier List

And since I always feel a little guilty after posting one of my grouchy lists in which I really superdislike the entire world, here's a list of more positive things that make me smile.

  • Family.
  • Friends.
  • A seven-year-old who loves learning, can control my mom's English mastiff, and was a gracious host at his birthday party this weekend.
  • The following people at University of the Ozarks: Drs. Prewitt, Oatis, Walden, and Daily; the SSS ladies, Marian the librarian; and those two really helpful and understanding women at the business office whose names escape me.
  • The Ctrl + Z option. It's a beautiful thing.
  • One Shot Spot Cleaner. I read about it in Talking Dirty With the Queen of Clean, by Linda Cobb (my new favorite book), bought it, tested it in an inconspicuous place in the carpet like you're always supposed to, and found out it works. I'm totally going to rock out with this stuff tonight.
  • Fringe comes on tonight.
  • I'm attending an Alana White Razorback party this weekend!
  • I'm not sure if the weather's cool enough to start wearing scarves, but I'm going to start doing it soon anyway.
  • Cody made meatloaf last night. It was Mom's recipe (!!!), only with tons of onions.
  • We got some new reference books in yesterday.
  • The 'his and hers' matching diplomas are on the wall now.
  • When I fill up my current photo album, there will be another one waiting for me.
  • I'm going to pretend like blowing my nose counts as an interesting new hobby.
  • This year, I'm actually going to do something during Breast Cancer Awareness month. Forget the walking or buying things in a hideous shade of pink. I'm going to start asking loved ones how vigilant they really are about keeping up with their boobs and raise awareness among friends. Consider yourself warned.
  • Dumb blonde jokes.
  • I'm on the fourth Dune book.
  • My husband cooks. Some husbands don't. I have no idea what these men do when they get home while their wives run a couple of extra errands on the way home, squeeze in a few extra loads of laundry during meal planning, and vacuum, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like it.
  • Yes, I am in fact saying my husband is cooler than yours. Even the imaginary husband you talk about when you run into someone you haven't seen in a while. Even the list of awesome attributes you want your future husband to have. Yes. My husband > those other husbands.
  • I went to Home Depot last week and even though I'm not handy, I really love the smell of wood and it makes me want to do something awesome. So I'm going to do something really cool. I'm just not sure yet.
  • Green tea.
  • Mt. Dew.
  • My Mt. Dew poster.
  • Coffee.
  • Coffee cups.
  • Lemons. They may not stop internal bleeding or jump start your car, but I think they've got everything else covered.

List of Intense Dislike

When I was younger, we weren't allowed to say that we hated anything or anyone. My parents' intent was raise respectful and polite children who thought about the meaning of what they said before spouting it off. So as we got older, the phrase "I dislike [person/place/thing/idea] intensely and wish [he/she/they/it] would get hit with a big truck" became pretty popular, and rather than being actual respectful and polite people, we just held "intense" and "strong" dislikes.

I'm actually still not comfortable saying that I hate people for the most part.

However, today I am petulant and suffering from sinus issues and I'm full of grievances. So today, I give you the list of things for which I have an intense dislike and wish I could drive over with a very large truck.

  • Guy who plays the guitar and thinks we should care and listen to him (he always makes the list)
  • Sniffling: it's doing terrible things to my head and my throat and my face--I did it in front of a mirror to see what happened. It was terrible! For all the freakish wrinkly things I'm doing to the places around my mouth I may as well start smoking or drinking through a straw!
  • The fact that I'm not nearly attractive enough to be this vain. What a waste of time and stress
  • You know when people think they're a big deal and they're really not? I dislike that.
  • You know when I think that I'm a big deal and caring people remind me of the bigger picture and that I'm not really a big deal? I dislike those people.
  • Cats.
  • People who talk about their feelings. I know it's important. I know I've done it. I know sometimes I'll have to listen and empathize with you while you do this and that's fine. But not right now. No feelings, please!
  • People who talk about music.
  • People who talk about the way music makes them feel. Dear goodness, why don't you just get naked in front of everyone if you're going to go that route?!
  • People who talk about how much they eat and then talk about how much they shouldn't have. Don't come crying to me about your fatness.
  • Gnats.
  • Drunk people. I've given up on tolerance and respect for other people's methods of relaxing. If I'm having a not-fun, indoor-voice, sober time, then so should you.
  • The news. Just because you tell me something repeatedly in different ways doesn't mean I'm learning anything new.
  • People who talk about high school.
  • The fact that if I'd gone to high school, I would be one of those people who talks about high school.
  • University of the Ozarks. Now that we've got our diplomas, let me say this: don't go. Don't let the people you love go. The few amazing teachers and staff and beautiful campus (that grows more generic by the year) are not enough to make up for the absolute pointlessness of this place.
  • The fact that 4 years U of O didn't make me feel that much smarter.
  • Onions.
  • Shorts. If you're not a little kid, please cover up. You either look ridiculous or immodest.
  • Rugs.
  • That fact that my books still are not organized according to the Library of Congress's numbering system.
  • The fact that I have a filing system for the papers that are overtaking my desk and just haven't implemented it yet.
  • Pop-ups. If I didn't want Netflix the last 9 million times I viewed the site, I'm not going to want it today.
  • Outgrowing my jeans.
  • Lilac-scented anything.
  • People who can't tell the difference between discussing a movie or book and rehashing what they saw or read.
  • Video games.
  • Children who watch a lot of TV. They're really stupid and annoying and their conversations are pretty much a rehashing of what they've seen.
  • Liberal guilt.
  • Lack of any guilt.
  • When people get really defensive before you ever begin to think about criticizing them.
  • When people don't pay attention.
  • The fact that I haven't been paying a lot of attention to important details this week.
  • The fact that my head will not just explode and get it over with.
  • Allergies.
  • People who are wishy washy.
  • Breast cancer. And all the breast cancer awareness propaganda and paraphernalia that's sprouting up nearly a month early.
  • Facebook applications. I will not be a vampire or a werewolf. I will not hug you, give a heart to you, or help you save rain forests and oceans. Just no.
  • My hair. It's not a good day for my hair.
  • People who whine. Those kinds of people really need to get a handle on their attitudes and just get on with living productive lives. (:

Monday, September 15, 2008

Cody has a degree

Cody has (finally) received his degree. He is a college graduate. Look at that glorious piece of paper. Just revel in it! It's already in a frame, and it will sit next to mine (I've been waiting to hang mine up for quite a while. I told him I'd wait until we both graduated.) on a wall in our living room.

Cody suggested hanging them somewhere else (if you've seen our apartment, you know he meant in the bedroom because they certainly weren't going up in the kitchen or bathroom) because putting them in the living room seemed like we were bragging.

You're absolutely right I'm bragging.

While I'm still dumbfounded and exasperated that Cody waited until his senior year to start on his foreign language classes, and then failed Spanish I after years of Latin, I'm incredibly proud of him. He had to drop the class one semester because he'd lost his night job, and wouldn't be able to attend class in the day because he'd taken a new job. Then he had to take Spanish II a third time because even though he'd passed it on his second try, it wasn't a high enough grade to transfer. We've spent a lot of money on classes (even if they were cheap), and I think we've spent even more money on the extra gas it took for him to take those classes a few evenings a week for the past 2 years. He's missed tons of dinners with friends because he's been in class. Last year, I went out to dinner with his family for both his mom's and his brother's birthdays while he was in class.

He made a few hundred flash cards. I was never more happy to throw anything away in my life--with the exception of when I got to throw away my Spanish flash cards and all of the notes I'd taken for every class I'd ever attended. The last time we had news this exciting, I think it was when I got offered this job. And before that.....I think that would have been the wedding.

Seriously, this is huge news. And when we found out he'd passed Spanish II with a C the day after Mother's Day, both of our mothers were pretty celebratory. And my dad. And my siblings. And his brothers. And his grandparents, and some aunts, and that one uncle. And our friends. And anyone else I may have forced this happy announcement on at the time. It was a glorious day.

And even though he's technically been a college graduate since May, the one (and I must say, kind of cheap-looking) piece of paper makes it so much more concrete. My husband is finally a college graduate with a diploma in a frame (almost) on a wall.

Weekend Report

Here's how the superamazing Weekend O' Fun went.

Friday: Mexican food with friends!
Then, we got Casey and some of Cody's mail which turned out to be his DIPLOMA (there will be a few separate posts on that big news!), and headed to Conway to see The Science of Sleep play. Once we were nearly to Conway, we got a call from their mom to let us know that TSOS was actually the headliner, so they'd be going on last. Since none of us brought earplugs, we decided to save ourselves from some of the other bands and went to Starbucks. Woo Starbucks!

Then we went and saw Clever Vicious Circle go on before The Science of Sleep. They were really loud. So we went back outside and enjoyed the swampy, humid weather. Then we saw Spencer and his friends play. I took some pictures, which I haven't developed yet, and I'm not sure how well they'll turn out because there are no lights at all at Soundstage. Seriously. None. Unless you want to count the kids with glowsticks, which I don't know about. But they were great and with the exception of how bothered I was that some guy brought his three kids with him to the show (one was a toddler who started crying once it got past 9) without ear protection and the woman I saw who was literally barefoot and pregnant (this could be another post unto itself as well), it was a nice evening. We had fun.

Sidenote: The Science of Sleep will be playing Vino's October 10. You should go. You know why? Because it's not as far away as Soundstage and it has LIGHTS. Like, in the ceiling and everything! And a parking lot. It's going to be awesome.

Saturday morning (boring): Cody worked a few extra hours and I did some housework and developed some pictures and whatever. We canned the pickles and got stuff together and went to Rose Bud.

Saturday evening (much better): We attended Dallas's seventh birthday party! Cody completely forgot to use the water guns Brook generously loaned us (and that I left in their garage!) but we had a nice time visiting with people and eating and avoiding The Children and taking pictures. Dallas was please with the atlas and the book about biblical landmarks, so there! It rained a little, but that clearly didn't bother the kids with water guns. Or Nerf guns. At one point, Robert got a water gun ....... and well, it looked like he and Laine were going to get a divorce if Mom didn't kill him first. But then Dad rallied some of The Children to attack him and, despite his attempts to use Dad as a human shield, Robert got completely soaked just in time for a long car ride back to Memphis. Dad stayed completely dry, by the way. I'm assuming it had to do with the magical powers of his cowboy hat or something. Anyway, Cody and I drove back home.

Sunday: (holy smokes, we missed most of it because we slept 12 hours!)
We ate lunch and made jam and did some laundry and bought groceries and made a Target run. I forgot to buy hangers. Oh well. I bought some frames--yay! Tonight we'll be hanging diplomas.
We had chicken quesadillas for dinner. I cleaned the kitchen and reorganized one of the cabinets. We watched a little TV and went to bed.

The End.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Where to begin....

Obviously, I didn't post about my anniversary. Bottom line, it was nice and we had a lovely time. It involved thoughtful cards and emails and phone calls (seriously, the Whites' mom even called. Be jealous.) and eating and Cody's mom gave us (me) a photo album. The rest of the week has been a little stressful, but on the plus side, I got to start fall cleaning early. I'm nearly finished. For now. I think.

So I thought I'd just go ahead and slap a few tidbits of stuff out here for you.

My myspace friend, Amber, sent me this link about creative personalities. I thought it was pretty interesting, especially since it seems to contradict the standard "creative" type of person who majors in drama or art or something and talks about passion and other feelings that make me lose interest really quickly. But when I thought about the people I do find interesting and creative and--most importantly--accomplished with regard to their pursuits, it all fell into place for me. But then I started thinking about this article I read while I was writing a paper on the similarities between Eduora Welty and Virginia Woolf that looked at characters in their works who didn't have outlets for their creativity and how desparately they tried to find ways to express themselves in their humdrum lives and.....well, one of the characters in the Eudora Welty story eventually killed herself.

But that's hardly Amber's fault, so thanks for the link. I hope the rest of you enjoy it, too!

Cody's pickles project will finally come to a close tonight. Or, at least this phase of it will. We'll pack and water bath....I'm thinking 3 whole jars of pickles. And then maybe the apartment can smell like something other than food. Probably not, though. At least it's a good smell.

After that, we'll go to Soundstage to see The Science of Sleep play. 8 p.m. $6. It could be fun.....I'm just saying.

Other fun stuff this weekend: I'm attending Dallas's seventh birthday party. The theme is Star Wars and water: Water fights. Water guns. Water balloons. Water coming from clouds, as there is a 50% chance of storms on the Big Day. I have also been told there would be cake. Cody and I got him a children's atlas and a book on battlegrounds and catacombs that are mentioned in the Bible.

Yes, I am aware that I'm going to be 'that' aunt who no one loves. Just be quiet. Mom told me he was still interested in geography. Learning is cool!

Speaking of other nerdy things, I got glasses. Well, I've ordered them. It could take a week or two for them to get here, but I'm excited about having some on hand for when I can't wear contacts or don't feel like them. They're fairly cute. I haven't had a pair since I was 11, so....yeah, I'm talking about new frames and everything.

Here are some interesting sites I've been meaning to write about in depth for quite some time. I'm lazy, so I'm just putting them out here for you to peruse.

http://365daysoftrash.blogspot.com
A man tries to go a year without throwing anything away. So he keeps his trash in the basement. He's on day 270ish and his wife hasn't divorced him. Good for her. He only keeps his trash--not his wife's or his two kids' (smart), and he vermiposts and recycles. But still. Wow.

http://lifelessplastic.blogspot.com
A girl tries to get all of the plastic out her life. It is insanely difficult at times. Some of it's really useful advice, some of it's really thought-provoking, and some of it's sheer wild entertainment because I love blogs that have a challenge or....a point. It's a foreign concept to me, but still. Kudos to people with focus and dedication.

http://www.walletmouth.com
Here's the tagline: Your wallet is a mouth. When you spend money, you tell the world how you want it to be.
It highlights good and bad compaines in terms of worker treatment, pollution, potentially harmful chemicals used, and other stuff you should probably look into if you're not on the Food and Drug Administration's email list for recalls (Yes, that's possible. Our office manager is fond of sending fowards about canned fish sold two time zones away that could kill us. She means well.). Also, it shows which companies that you think are small and independent and cute and healthy are usually owned by gigantic, and ocassionally evil, corporations. I'm not saying I have anything against gigantic corporations (I love you, PepsiCo!), but I was pretty surprised.

http://www.jigzone.com
Puzzles! You can pick the category and the number of pieces and the cut and it's just all kinds of amazing wonderfulness. Not recommended for slow Internet.

In other news,
  • I have high hopes for this month's reading list;
  • Work is picking up;
  • I watched Fringe the other night and it might be my new favorite show to love and be exsperated by;
  • I forgot to bring a ponytail holder to work and now I've got hair all over the place and it's driving me crazy; and
  • I'm going to get back to work (in spite of the hair, which is a huge challenge).
Have a great weekend!

Monday, September 8, 2008

Two Years

Tomorrow, I will be off work to celebrate my wedding anniversary. We haven't fully decided what we're doing yet, but I really don't care. We will be doing whatever it is together, and it will be in celebration of a whopping two years of marriage.

This makes me think of two things.

1. Our wedding day.
It was wonderful. Friends and family were there. The music was great. The chapel was perfect (hence very little need for decorating!). Dr. Daily married us. We began our life together in the most official and legal way possible.

And I looked great. If you were there, you probably looked great, too. Don't get me wrong. We probably even have pictures to prove it. But please indulge me in this little bit of shallowness: I looked beautiful. I love my wedding dress. I wish I could wear it more often.

Please enjoy these amazing pictures of me on my wedding day.

I have never looked better while drinking Mt. Dew.
This is still one of my favorite pictures of myself.
Of all time.

If it weren't for the part where I'm wearing a pony tail holder on my wrist
(like I thought I'd pull my hair back later in the day, veil and all!),
this would be another favorite photo.
Man, I looked really good.

Look, it's me with Cody!
We're so excited in this picture.
And sweaty and worn out.
But mostly excited.
And a little clueless.


It was such a great day. I'm glad it happened. That being said, I'm really glad we're done with that first year because it was awful. Cavities, root canals, fighting, debt, car problems, different sleep schedules, setbacks, disappointments, frustrations with different habits, unemployment, the occasional screaming meltdown in Wal-Mart (okay, that was just me)--all kinds of horrific stuff was mixed in with the exciting new adventures of newlywededness. Which brings me to my next trail of thought.

2. This past year.
Year 2 of marriage was a lot more fun than Year 1. Our car trips together have gotten better. We enjoy grocery shopping together. We're more acclimated to each other's families. We didn't move.

Here are some other fun changes from last year:
  • Cody passed Spanish II, we mailed in the papers, and he is a college graduate. The diploma should arrive by mail some time in the next 5 years.
  • We've been canning together lately and it's a nice hobby we can both enjoy. It's almost like cooking together, except I like it.
  • Cody is working an 8 to 5 job.
  • I no longer have dreams about wedding planning.
  • I have up trying to curb my caffeine consumption.
  • We recycle, which means we have fewer discussions about taking out the trash.
  • The car trips have gotten a lot less contentious, which is a blessed change that didn't transpire until a few months ago.
  • We've gone on a lot more adventures: hiking, visiting Memphis, visiting North Carolina, visiting Oklahoma, going to weddings, culling chickens at the state fair--the fun list goes on and on.
  • I have gained more weight due to Cody's awesome cooking.
  • I finally got my name business straightened out. (I now have an SS card with the married name on it, but I also put the maiden name back in. Win-win.)
  • Cody has started baking more! Muffins! Bread! Cookies! (Best cookies in the world.)
  • We have more books than we did last year, even though we donated some to the library basement sale. Yay books!
  • I think we're more active now. Let's say we are.
Things that haven't changed since last year:
  • Cody still has a beard. Yay!
  • Cody is still a left-handed, gray-headed twin. Boo!
  • I'm still short.
  • I'm still really young-looking and so he still swears people are staring at us in stores.
  • We eat 1 or 2 frozen pizzas a week.
  • We eat a lot of ice cream.
  • We have a lot of books.
  • We don't like each other's hobbies, ensuring that each person gets to enjoy them all to himself or herself.
  • We're still enjoying each other's stories (most of the time).
  • Cody really hates chickens.
  • I really hate hearing about G.K. Chesterton.
  • We have debt. I don't think this one's going to change any time soon.
  • We are having a lot of fun.
I love this picture.
Look how happy Cody is to be with me!