Monday, November 7, 2011

awkward moment monday

I follow "that awkward moment when..." on Twitter & my wheels began to turn for my own trend.

Friday night brought on that awkward moment while working concessions at a local high school football game and the kid ordering didn't have enough money to cover what he ordered and he stood there just looking at me for about ten seconds and then grabbed the food and dashed. Ummmm....

Saturday I was wearing my University of Alabama ball cap when a cashier stopped between her loud smacks of chomping on her gum to ask, "so, are you like cheering for Alabama in that big game tonight?".  The awkwardness presented itself in the form of do I answer her with "no, no, this is just a hat I found on the side of the road and I was having a bad hair day" or "omg, how did you know???"

Friday, November 4, 2011

back with a vengeance

well, no, not really...I don't have anything to do in retaliation but felt as though that's always the catchphrase for a return.

Wow, June 6th for last post, yikes.  Okay let's see here...

July -

awesome vacation 

August -
evidently began to neglect my camera
celebrated 2 years of marriage
had a blast on a savannah bachelorette trip

September -
celebrated my 27th birthday
attended 2 fabulous weddings
mom and I mastered the cotton candy assembly line & cranked out wedding favors

October -
festival season was in full swing
marked the 5th year with my job
decided on Bluto & Olive Oyl for halloween costumes

and now here we are with November's chilly temps & determining a date in which it won't seem nuts for me to go ahead and put my Christmas tree up.  I am antsy as all get out for the Black Friday ads and to plan my shopping strategy, which may not be as fierce, since we will be in Memphis for Thanksgiving.

Monday, June 6, 2011

as seen on tv testimonials

Some people have a gift-giving tradition at Christmas.  You may always get someone a refill of something you know they love and will use, or you receive something handmade every year from a certain person.  Well my hubby gets me an "as seen on TV" product every year.  I always go into those stores and want to try out everything, but never end up walking out with a single thing.  He and I know as well as everyone else that there's always going to be products that just don't work.  You scratch your head and wonder, "how on earth did this ever make it on the shelf?!"  BUT I will say that there are a few of these items that I will forever stand by and they have certainly made little things in my life easier.

1.  Strap Perfect

Something about racerback shirts and dresses just always, always draws me in.  If it's not the pattern I love, it's the color or the fabric or something about it sticks out to me.  But when I would take it off the rack and see the back of it knowing I LOATHE strapless bras, I would think, "forget this, my bra straps will hang out."  But alas, this simple, number eight-shaped, plastic mechanism found it's way on the market and I quit having to put stuff back on the rack when I really wanted it!  They've never broken or allowed my straps to come undone.  In fact, the only bad thing that's ever happened has been when I have misplaced them and I think now I am down to only 2.  I would highly, highly, highly suggest these to any female!

2.  Pasta Boat

The hubby and I both enjoy pasta dishes, but I hated dragging out the big stock pot...waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the water to boil....getting an instant, unwanted facial when I went to drain the noodles....and battling that big pot to fit in the dishwasher.  When I got this I was questioning the final outcome.  I thought the noodles will still be hard or the water would boil over the top, but no, it was actually perfect!  It's dishwasher safe and the little booklet that came with it tells you exactly how much water to put in according to how much pasta you are wanting to make.  It doesn't get any easier than this.

3.  Handy Switch

Do you have one of those outlets that if you ever need to unplug something or plug it back in, it's just a pain to try and get to?  You either have to get down on the ground and stretch your arm and wiggle your fingers to get to it or you end up having to move a piece of furniture to be able to even see the outlet.  This comes in handy for me because, well, I'm a little crazy when it comes to Christmas decorations.  We have our regular Christmas tree, a mini tree with Florida Gators decorations for myself, a mini tree with Alabama Crimson Tide decorations for the hubs, and then a mini gingerbread tree that sits on our kitchen table.  The outlet for the gingerbread tree is behind the kitchen table, so whenever I went to unplug it before we went to bed, I'd have to pull out all the stools from the table and crawl under the kitchen table to reach the plug.  Well now I just plus this bad boy into the outlet and then the tree into this plug.  I keep the switch hidden behind the tree so that when I'm ready to turn the lights off, I just flip the switch and all is well.  Super convenient.  

What about you?  Any "heck yes" or "no way" experiences with this stuff??

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

when I was a youngster...

my mom taught me to say excuse me when I was making my way through a crowd of people rather than step all over them and shove my way through...

I knew better than to talk back to my elders because, here's a shocker, there were conquences...

wearing makeup was the last thing I was worried about...

I knew to treat a homeless person with the same respect in which I'd treat a millionaire...

I didn't have the internet, and if I did, I sure as heck wouldn't be allowed to have a facebook account....

catching lightning bugs and picking little flowers were enough to keep me entertained as opposed to being cruel to animals or being destructive.

I knew when my mom told me to be quiet during a church service or a wedding that she meant business...and if I didn't obey she would ACTUALLY yank me up and discipline me.

I tried to reach high levels on the reading chart at school, not on video game rankings.

my opinion of being sneaky was packing another Little Debbie in my lunch when mom had her back turned, not a loaded gun.

me and my friends wore friendship bracelets, not labels that we gave each other for our flaws.

a generic brand wasn't something that caused your jaw to drop.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

photo op

A girl who works at Jasper's doggy daycare shared these pictures today on Facebook and this biggest smile spread across my face.  I am so thankful that this great group of people enjoy him and take the absolute best care of him!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

back in the day...

this post is dedicated to those things that always make me go, "oh my gosh, do you remember........"

(I think it got to the point where my mom dreaded me bringing home scholastic book order forms!)

(what TGIF really meant)

(who could forget Pogs?!?  you had those tubes they went it, the thick slammer ones, & the weird shaped ones!)

okay, okay, I'll stop now.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

the chopping block

Every 6 months I enter a waiting room with a book in my purse because I know I'll be sitting there for at least an hour.

My name is called, I rise, and I try to give a smile to the nurse who kindly points me in the direction of the small room I will continue to wait in.

She gives me the ugly, scratchy, paper garment to put on and tells me the doctor will be in just as soon as she can be to talk to me.

I sit there biting my lip and I try to fight off the goosebumps from the frigid room.  I scan the room and begin to read those same posters I've read dozens of times that tell me what precautions to take and what the warning signs are.

My mind begins to wander and I start thinking about the trip I will need to make after this visit.  The trip to whatever local drug store in order to buy bandages and medicine and dreading of sleeping on my stomach for the next 2 weeks in order to not irritate the stitches.

I notice a full length mirror on the back of the door and stand up and walk towards it.  I turn my head over my shoulder and stare at my back in the reflection.  I wonder where the new incisions will be, but then quickly give up because I know my guesses are random and are never right.  I start looking at my scars and make a mental note to be better about putting scar cream on them.  There's 4 of them already and who knows how many more to come...I should concern myself more with making them less visible.

The door knob turns and I jump back and return to my seat on the crunchy paper on the exam table.  I'm greeted by a kind face and the comment of "I'd know that back anywhere" in which she tries to break the ice.  I try to smile and I mutter, "who doesn't?!".  She pulls out whatever that magic little magnifier is called that seems to be able to show her just the right spots in which she needs to cut out and remove skin from my back.  It's with the cold touch of that instrument that the dread sinks in, and I wonder where I will soon be chopped.

I recall my last visit in which the words "skin cancer" and "avoid sun exposure" were tossed around like any other nouns or verbs.  The last visit in which the SPF numbers she told me to use sounded more like Powerball lottery numbers than anything I'd be able to find on the shelf.  I wanted to kick myself over and over for visiting the tanning bed religiously in high school. I wanted to beat my head against a wall while thinking of those times of laying out in the sun while only applying baby oil.  What I had done to my body was no better than someone who vandalizes a perfectly good building.  You can cover up the damage, but you know that some type of reminder will always be there and there's no telling what might go wrong in the future as a result of that vandalism.

I snap back into the present moment when I hear the words, "I want to see you again in a year".  A year?  What?  "So we aren't cutting anything out today?" I ask.  For once, I hear the answer "no, you're good to go" and I suddenly don't even care about the co-pay I always hate handing over at the end of the visit.  For once, I'm not handed a sheet on how to take care of my incisions....I don't think about stopping to get bandages...I don't think about how I can't walk my enormous dog because the stitches would pull....I don't think of how I have to tell my husband to be careful when he goes to hug fact, I don't think at all.  I simply tell her she has made my day and leave that doctor's office with a huge weight off of my shoulders.

Now I'm not stupid,  I know some of you are thinking, "I've had that done before, it's really not that bad" and you think I'm blowing this out of proportion.  Well to be honest, I don't care if that's what you think.  No one can tell ME what I felt when I was laying there being cut on or what emotions flooded ME when the doctor told me how I needed to take this seriously.  But what I do care about is making people aware of what they are doing every time they crawl in that tanning bed...and what they're doing every time they allow their skin to get a little too red at the pool...and what they're doing when they're not worried about the ocean washing off all that sunscreen they just put on.

I don't want anyone to ever have to hear that basically their skin is a train wreck.  I don't want anyone to cry in their car after they leave their dermatologist appointment because you left there with a dozen stitches that you weren't expecting and you're scared that even putting your shirt on in the morning will cause you to stretch just a little too much.  I don't want anyone's first wedding anniversary night to entail asking your significant other to change your bandages.

Just like they make medicine for a reason, they make sunscreen for a reason.  Don't worry, you'll still get a tan, but you're being responsible about it.  You'll look in the mirror 30 years from now and thank yourself.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

this was only a test

Ever woke up one morning and felt like from the second your feet hit the floor that the day was gonna push you to your limits and test you to see if you lose your cool??  Ladies & gentlemen, I present to

I woke up this morning with the instant feeling of not enough sleep and thought, "it CANNOT already be time to get up" accompanied by the twinge of a migraine lingering in my temple.

I then proceeded to get out of the shower and realize I had practically nothing clean in terms of work clothes.

I glanced at the clock and realized I wouldn't have enough time to put my makeup on before work.

I unlocked and swung open the door to find that Jasper and I would be trotting out to the car in a steady rainfall.  As we drive the rain proceeds to begin pounding on the windshield just as I switch my wipers off and I swear to you, as soon as I bump them up to high, it merely begins to mist.

I dropped him off at doggy daycare and got to the parking garage at work only to find the only spots left were on the roof....(for further info on my frustration with the roof parking spots, see above where I indicated steady rainfall.)

As I was walking in the door to the courthouse, an officer looked at me, cocked his head to the side and asked me, "you okay today?".  As I breezed past him I muttered, "I just don't have my makeup on yet....."

At this point I am thinking, "alright Negative Nancy, enough with all the bad, make this a good day".

I woke up exhausted this morning, but hey, I woke up to live to see another day...not to mention I woke up with a roof over my head and in a warm bed.

I woke up with a migraine, but there are people who woke up this morning with cancer.  Suck it up self.

I noticed I barely had any clean dress clothes to choose from, but I have clothes to put on my back.

I realized I didn't have time to put on makeup....but there are women in cultures who aren't even allowed to show their faces and here I am moaning and groaning that I can't put powders and liners on at that very second.

I let out sighs every time the rain did the opposite of what I set my wipers to take care of...but I have a car that gets me everywhere I need to be while there are people who cannot come and go as they please or even run necessary errands because they don't have a car.

I became frustrated when the officer looked at me a little funny b/c of the no makeup and asked if I was okay when I walked into work...but he took the time and made the effort to even ask, not to mention I was walking into my place of employment when I know they are so many people desperately looking for jobs in these hard economic times.

It's called a silver lining folks, and we all need to look for it a little more often.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

they said it best when they said....

"Life is a ticket to the greatest show on earth."
--Martin H. Fischer

I realize this a little bit more each and every day...

Nothing is better than the love between a husband a wife, voicemails and texts from friends who make you laugh like no one else on this planet, a sunset on a patio with your best 4-legged friend, & knowing every little nagging thing is gonna be alright.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

tunnel vision

Despite the fact that this picture of me should be placed in the dictionary for the definition of, "a train wreck", I just love, love, love this little boy!!!!!

And apparently, I was pretty entertained with this tunnel!

who's that playing in parker's little tunnel.....

it's's me....(haha, had to make that SNL reference)

But I finally decided to stop hogging the toys and let him have the fun...

is that not the most precious face you have ever seen?!?!???

"listen lady, it's time for you to get out of my tunnel!"

Nothing like pot roast, cupcakes, and play time with this little love to make a perfect ending to a day!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011


Guilty. Guilty of not noticing all the changes that were now available to edit everything with my blog.  But I discovered them, made changes, and am officially putting a sign up at my desk that simply says "BLOG" to remind me to take some time every day to vent, write, babble, etc.

Sunshine is coming through my office window and I couldn't be happier.  Yesterday's dreariness wore on me terribly.  I have spring fever like it's nobody's business.  I am ready to read chapter upon chapter in my hammock, throw dinner on the grill every other night, enjoy afternoons at the dog park, and hang out until the sun goes down on our patio...gosh, how I miss hanging out on our patio.  The few times we are actually outside lately, we are in layers of clothing, and gloves & standing oh so close to the patio heater waiting for Jasper to find that perfect spot to make his mark.

In the spring and summer, Skye and I spend countless hours in the afternoons and on the weekends in our lawn chairs at the dog park.  We talk about anything and everything and laugh about pretty much everything as we watch our dogs run around as if they've never been off a leash before...and in that moment I'm convinced they are the happiest 4-legged friends on this planet.

I love walking to places downtown to grab lunch while I am at work, but I refuse to do so in this bitterly cold weather.  I can't seem to get enough of Subway sandwiches during the warmer weather and often can't tell myself not to stop by this little corner restaurant for soft serve ice cream.

"People-watching" from the patios of downtown restaurants with an ice cold drink and good company is one of my absolute favorites.  Those are the times when the servers practically know us by name and 9 times out of 10, already know what we want to order.  We don't seem to have a care in the world except for maybe where we'll make room for the next chair to be pulled up.  The ever so comfortable maxi dresses, sunglasses, Lookouts games, flip flops, oh how I want it all right now!

Until then I'll simply just push back the cover to my sunroof as opposed to opening it all the way and anxiously await all that sunshine!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

soup lovers

I'm a loud & proud soup lover.  We could probably eat it 5 out of 7 days a week.  I gave this a shot last night and it was absolutely amazing.  There's nothing I love more on a cold & rainy night than being in my favorite sweatshirt and pj pants, having a hearty soup on the stove, and laughing with my hubby to the right of me while my big puppy dog cuddles with the left of me.

Homemade Sausage Potato Soup

1 pound of sausage
4 potatoes
1 32 oz. box of chicken broth
1 can of corn
3 carrots
1 clove garlic, minced (we always have a jar of minced garlic, so I used one tsp.)
1/2 tsp onion powder (if you don't have any, I suggest getting some and not leaving it GREAT flavor)
1/4 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. pepper
1 1/2 cups of milk
1 cup of shredded cheese

In a pan, brown the sausage. While the sausage is cooking, or even beforehand, peel and dice the potatoes and carrots. Remember that the smaller the dicing, the faster it will cook, so if you are pressed for time, cut up the veggies smaller and it won't have to boil for as long. Drain the sausage and set aside for later.
In a stock pot, combine the chicken broth, potatoes, celery, carrots and seasonings. Bring to a boil. Reduce the heat, cover and simmer until the vegetables are tender - 20 minutes or so. Now at this point, I add the corn. I find it gets a little mushy if I add it with the other veggies. Then I add the milk, cheese and sausage. Cook and stir over low heat until the cheese is melted and the soup is heated through.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

some serious catching up to do...

but here's an overview until then....