Sunday, August 29, 2010

Lazy Isn't Good For The Brain


It was a lazy Sunday today. Sundays usually consist of cleaning the house, laundry and grocery shopping, but even though I needed to do those things today I decided against it. Actually, the laziness decided for me.

Instead, Lazy, Tuna and I decided to lounge on the couch watching TV, & we managed to do that for about 2 hours before I was sick of Lazy and wanted out of our relationship. He understood and I got up and made a list to go Target. Tuna said he didn't want to go, & I just needed to get out of the house.

I still wasn't in the mood to go full-on grocery shopping, so I decided I'd just go to Target and get a couple of things we needed. Turns out, we really didn't need very much. My list only had 4 things on it:

  1. Listerine
  2. Two new alarm clocks - (I decided that both mine and John's should match so we need new ones)
  3. Vitamins
  4. Nail Polish

I walked into Target with my trusty list in hand, and this is what I left with:

Nutella, a loaf of sourdough bread, Vitamins & V8 Fusion

& the sad part is, I remember reading the list on the way to the registers and I thought I had everything covered. Lazy is just not good for the brain, I'm afraid. But I heard Nutella can fix that.

I think I'll go have some now.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Lost But Not Found

When something is on my mind a lot or is bothering me, I typically dream about it. I have vivid nightly dreams and the subject is usually something I encountered during the day. For example, I'll have a nightmare about snakes or crocodiles if I happen to see them on TV that day. Therefore, when snakes or crocodiles come on TV (especially during Survivor), I have to shield my eyes like a scared little girl and wait for John to tell me it's over. It's very mature of me, I know.

So last night I dreamt about something that I was thinking a lot about yesterday. It's a very important issue to me and has really been bothering me for quite some time. I just cannot fathom how something like this could have happened to me of all people. I've seen it happen to other people, but it's one of those things that you always think will never happen to you.


I have lost three tank tops, folks.

So three, yes THREE shirts have disappeared within the last year. I'm not one to lose things and it has been driving me crazy. How do I lose not one, but three shirts? It's a mystery, I tell ya.

The logical person might suggest one of these scenarios:

  • The tanks got mixed into a Goodwill pile at some point and were accidentally donated.

  • John had some laundry issues at some point, ruined the tanks, and just got rid of them to avoid the conflict.

  • Since they were all vacation worthy, perhaps they were left in a closet or something and never brought back home with me.

  • Ignoring the fact that I have searched EVERYwhere in my home, maybe they are in a drawer or something and I'm just not seeing them when I search. (Which is NOT the case, I'm sure of it!)

But logical - I am not. And my dreams seem to agree with the fact that logic needs to go out of the window if I have any hope of finding these lost garments.

So instead, this is what I think may have happened:

  • They hitchhiked themselves across the country.

  • They fell off of their hangers (a.k.a. clothing suicide) and then the cats and/or vacuum had them for lunch.

  • They drowned in the washing machine, and then the washing machine (sensing their lifeless garment bodies) flushed them down the drain pipe.

  • Our home was burglarized and the burglar figured that since there really isn't all that much of value to take, that he'd at least pick up some nice "new" tanks for his wife. (A burglary was the scenario I dreamt about last night!)

What do you think? You think they are thumbin' it cross country? Yeah, I was thinking that was the most likely scenario too. If you happen to see them, perhaps pick them up and bring them back to me, will ya?

And in the mean time, feel free to print the poster and place it all around town. And hurry...fall is coming and it's not gonna wait around to give me the chance to wear these long lost puppies.

Thanks for your help in this dire situation! You just let me know if you need me to help you find any lost, hitchhiking inanimate objects as well. Together, we'll get through this...time will heal all wounds.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Changing Lives Over Here...

...That's what we are doing. It may look like a typical office with cubicles and computers and file cabinets galore, but we are changing lives here people. That's what my co-worker Katie and I strive for. Don't believe me? Just listen to this.

Our other co-worker Patrick has unfortunate hair, currently. He has been asking for advice and we were sending him pictures of styles we thought he could pull off. But, we just couldn't get through to him. He wasn't trusting our judgement. And so day after day we came in wondering when Patrick was going to take flight:





You see that swoopiness he has on each side? Well those are his wings and he couldn't bear to part with them. So we called in the big guns. We asked the all-knowing and wonderful stylist Reagan at 'Hairdresser on Fire' for help. She's a professional, after all! Surely Patrick would heed her advice!

(& even if Reagan was too busy to respond, Katie and I had hatched up a plan to come up with our own reply "from Reagan" that we would then share with Patrick. White lies never hurt when you are only trying to help, right?) (Patrick are you reading this? If so...JK!)

& then we waited. But not for long! Reagan saw the desperaticity (not a word, I know- but it's what I need to say and I'm prepared to deal with my spell checker) in our email and then responded almost right away on her blog! And now Patrick has agreed to get professional help. This is life changing, folks. He's even printed out the blog post so he can take it to the stylist so as to not miss a step of the wonderful advice he received.

So you wanna read it?

Here is Helping Patrick.

Feel free to leave encouraging words for Patrick here also! He'd love to hear from you.

And check back soon for some wing-free follow-up pics!

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Marathon Down Memory Lane

For the first time in the 6 years that John and I have lived together, John was away Saturday night which left the house to me and me alone. It was mahhhvelous.

(Yes, he honestly hasn't gone out of town or anything the entire time we've been together (besides impromptu nights when he can't drive home). It's always me doing the leaving and vacationing and leaving the bed in it's entirety to him. Finally I got to experience the entire bed-ness to myself and I ended up staying on my half the entire night. Sigh.)

So I decided I should accomplish a weekend project since there would be no one around to interrupt or sway me into doing something else. The project at hand I dubbed - Marathon Down Memory Lane. The Mama actually said to me, "Have fun on your walk down memory lane" after I told her what I was doing...but a walk it was not. A marathon is definitely more appropriate.

Cause I decided to organize some pictures. FORTY years worth of pictures. And I know I've mentioned it a couple times here before, but I essentially had to start over cause my scanner is dumb. But, no biggie right? I mean how many pictures could a family possibly have over 40 years?

So many that Reese, my trusty sidekick, knocked out after only a couple of years. He didn't even make it 1 decade!

(and just so you know...I took these pictures prematurely, cause those boxes there on the bottom left, yeah those...they are full of pictures too. & at this point I hadn't gotten to those yet!)


& I guess forty years is over-estimating a bit, cause the last 6-7 years have been digital and those don't need sorting (or printing for that matter.) But, I am not exaggerating when I say I spent the entire day Saturday and the majority of Sunday working on this. And today I'm left with carpet burn, and an achy back and shoulders. Who's bright idea was it to do this on the floor? Oh, me, right. No one else was there to help sway my decision.

But I got a lot accomplished. I have 90% of the pictures in their appropriate year stack, and when I make amends with my scanner I'll be ready to scan them all in.

Then, if I'm feeling up to it, I want to go through and get rid of red eyes, and fix the lighting in the over-exposed, orangey prints from the 80's. And once all that's done, I'm making copies for my siblings so we will all have copies.


So, in order to get all of that done, I'm going to need to ship John off next weekend as well. Anybody have a guest room that John could make use of?

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

What's 10 more?

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I was tagged by Missy to write 10 random things about me. I know I just did 100 things and you all feel like you know me 110% already, but, I'm sure there are 10 more random things I could share, right? I hope so anyways...I'd hate to fail at my very first tagged assignment in the blogosphere!

1. Being on vacation for 11 days made me sick of straightening my hair. I didn't bother to do anything to my hair the entire vacation except maybe put it into a ponytail. And it wasn't so bad. I'm going wavy from now on and only straightening for special occasions. Thanks to Reagan for suggesting the best product ever to accompany my wavy journey.

2. My eyes are really sensitive to light. I must wear sunglasses at all times or else I'm making the squinty face.

3. I can't stand cigarette smoke. If I'm walking by a smoker, I hold my breath until I am into clean air once again. SO glad that North Carolina banned smoking in bars and restaurants.

4. I take my daily vitamin at 3:00 p.m. every day. I have a reminder set in Outlook to help me remember. On weekends when I'm not at work, I typically forget.

5. I have disliked my nose, chin, and belly at one time or another. I'm cool with them all now though. Although, that belly gets on my nerves from time to time still.

6. I wanna start waxing my legs instead of shaving. But, I'm a scaredy cat. I think I might try when it gets colder so that if I do accidentally rip off some skin I won't have to worry about not wearing shorts when it's still a million degrees outside. Anybody have any pointers for me?

7. I think 1 out of every 2 female friends I have on Facebook is pregnant.

8. I am thisclose to being (credit card) debt free and I can't freaking wait. I think I'll throw a HUGE party when I'm done with it all and I'll just pay for the party with my newly paid off credit cards!

9. I know, I know...I never finished my 30 Days of Blogging. I still have days 25 and 30 left. Oops. Maybe I'll get around to it one of these days.

10. It honestly took me 5 days to come up with this measly list of 10 things. Man, I'm such a bore!

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Monday, August 16, 2010

iPhone Antics: III

...Cause I tend to take some pretty random pictures with my iPhone that I can't bear to delete, but they are not facebook share-worthy. So they get dumped here 'specially for you!

Much like your facebook profile picture, I get tired of seeing the same pictures pop up on my phone when people call. So, from time to time I like to take new pictures of those that call the most. This night I just had ONE simple request. I even asked nicely and at an appropriate time - we were at a favorite restaurant waiting for our food to come. "John, you are looking really nice tonight, mind if I take a new picture of you for my phone?"

He refused. And so I'm sharing the outtakes. Cause they were all outtakes. That'll teach him.

Remember Yogi from the train? Well, what I didn't share was his panty lines. Ohhh Yogi. Gotta learn to wear a thong when you're wearing your tight fur!

Yes, I know I'm still carrying the same purse as I was in January...GASP! But, I'm also still carrying some pretty random things in it. This day, I chuckled (don't ya just love the word "chuckle"?) cause as I'm digging for car keys I notice a wee little Elmo looking up at me.

Which wouldn't be so weird if I had kids...but I don't.

Have you ever ridden a donkey in an ice cream shop? Lindsay has! She's starting to check things off of her life list at the young age of 6! Way to get a head start, Lindsay!


I get bored on road trips when A) we leave a the buttcrack of dawn and B) my passenger snoozes the whole way. So I start taking pictures:


That's my Dad leading the pack pulling his camper, followed by my sister Christy pulling their camper, then my sister Joy, and then me - all traveling at 65 mph - and I have a pretty close to full tank of gas.

Oooh look, a sunrise!


And finally, I guess it was blue oxford shirt day at the local sandwich shop this particular day.

Don't you worry, I'll keep taking useless, random pictures for your enjoyment/annoyment. Until next time....

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Happy Birthday Christy!

DISCLAIMER: I was on vacation on Tuesday, which was my big sissy Christy's birthday. I realized this before I left for vacation and scheduled this to post on Tuesday in my absence. However, I am just realizing today that it never posted so I came back to figure out the issue. Regardless, this was not belated! I wished this birthday wish early...you're just getting to read it late. Tis all, carry on...


Can I get an H?
Can I get an A?
Can I get a P?
Can I get a P?
Can I get a Y?

What does that spell? HAPPY! As in HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER!!

Christy has a big milestone birthday today...today she is...25. Wooo! A quarter century! Where does the time go? ;)


Christy is married to Chris, her high school sweetheart. They went to both junior and senior proms together, and have been together ever since. It's only fitting since their names are Chris & Christy, right? AND, if that wasn't enough, Chris's last name (which is now conveniently Christy's last name also) happens to be one of Christy's favorite foods. Now if that's not destiny I don't know what is.


She is the craftiest sister, & I don't mean that in a clever/scheming way, she's crafty as in a 'Always shows up to craft night with the best craft' sort of way. When I was little, I was always so mesmerized by all the cool things in Christy's room in her craft box. Pipe cleaners and yarn and sequins and felt galore.


She was an elementary school teacher before the childrens - Vince and Seth - came along. I wanted to be a teacher just like her at the time. She even let me come to her classroom a couple of times to help her with bulletin boards (my fave!) and such. AND, she gave me her old attendance books and teacher edition text books that I used to play school with my stuffed animals and dolls. When I played school as a child, it was official! Kid Sister had such an awful attendance record!

She's a great big sis, and always has been.
And she's a double for our Mama/Mom (she calls her Mom), in more ways than one!

Hope you have a most fabulous birthday Christy! Love you!