Recently, there have been several times that I've thought of something I wanted to blog about. Obviously, I wasn't near a computer and quickly forgot what the topic was. Not sure where the blogspiration has gone, but I'm confident it will return. If nothing else, I'll at least be providing a picture heavy post that recaps my recent fly-fishing adventure. I had an Oklahoma fishing license, waders, boots, and furry little flies - the whole shebang. (And yes.... I caught a fish!)
In the meantime:
- Note to everybody - get off Tim Tebow already. (And if you never saw the video from when he was at Florida and took that girl with the brain tumor to an awards show, you should. If you still want to hate on him after that, go for it, but there is probably something wrong with you.)
- We almost switched to an artificial Christmas tree this year since the real ones give us such bad allergies. We aren't quite ready to make that commitment and will be heavy on the Zyrtec and kleenex again this year.
- My dog's breath is excruciatingly bad. I shouldn't admit that, but it is. I need to remind myself to take her to the vet to get that teeth-cleaning procedure done over the Christmas break.
I will leave you with the mental image of rotten shrimp - since that is what Blossom's breath smells like. You're welcome.
12.11.2011
11.22.2011
stay puft
Since it is Thanksgiving and all, I have to admit that about 360 days out of every year are pretty amazing. I am blessed in so many ways and have so much that I am thankful for. I am usually able to see the silver lining in every situation and am in a pretty good mood most of the time. But there are some days that are just plain sucky for no particular reason.
I'll give you an example. A week or two ago, I was just tired and grumpy over a myriad of things. Every little thing Larry did or said was annoying me. I was in the closet, hanging up/organizing laundry, minding my own business (because I knew I was irrationally annoyed and knew I would snap at Larry if I was around him) and he shows up at the door. Mind you, I am working and trying to get things done. Not only was I hanging up and organizing, I was also sorting through to pick out at least 10 things to give away. I wasn't really in the mood to chat. And he shows up at the closet, looking in to see what I am doing. I don't say a word, just keep working. And he says, "There is so much hanging on these closet bars that they are starting to droop in the middle!" And I'm like, "Seriously? You came all the way back here to gripe about how many clothes I have? AS I'M MAKING A GIVE-AWAY PILE? Go away! I'm working!" He looks at me like I've lost it and says something like, "You didn't have to get all bowed up like the Stay-Puft marshmallow man!" and walked off.
I finished my task, then went out to the living room to take the high road and apologize for snapping at him. I said, "Sorry I marshmallow manned you." And he did an impression of how I looked/sounded that actually looks quite a bit like the Stay Puft man. And we laughed and now we use the "marshmallow man" man voice when we are trying to make a point, so, I guess there is a happy ending.
I'll give you an example. A week or two ago, I was just tired and grumpy over a myriad of things. Every little thing Larry did or said was annoying me. I was in the closet, hanging up/organizing laundry, minding my own business (because I knew I was irrationally annoyed and knew I would snap at Larry if I was around him) and he shows up at the door. Mind you, I am working and trying to get things done. Not only was I hanging up and organizing, I was also sorting through to pick out at least 10 things to give away. I wasn't really in the mood to chat. And he shows up at the closet, looking in to see what I am doing. I don't say a word, just keep working. And he says, "There is so much hanging on these closet bars that they are starting to droop in the middle!" And I'm like, "Seriously? You came all the way back here to gripe about how many clothes I have? AS I'M MAKING A GIVE-AWAY PILE? Go away! I'm working!" He looks at me like I've lost it and says something like, "You didn't have to get all bowed up like the Stay-Puft marshmallow man!" and walked off.
I finished my task, then went out to the living room to take the high road and apologize for snapping at him. I said, "Sorry I marshmallow manned you." And he did an impression of how I looked/sounded that actually looks quite a bit like the Stay Puft man. And we laughed and now we use the "marshmallow man" man voice when we are trying to make a point, so, I guess there is a happy ending.
11.11.2011
11.10.2011
3 things and a song
I've got nuthin'. It isn't that I haven't done anything fun lately or nothing is going on, I just am not feeling bloggy. Which makes me sad, because I celebrate my something year anniversary this month. Either 3 or 4, I can't remember. I think it is 3.
Larry listens to a local sports show every M-F from 4-7pm. EVERY M-F. I know all the songs, catch-phrases and "bits" that they show does. Since I'm subjected to it every day, I'm going to steal one of their bits - - - it is called 3 things and a song.
My 3 things for today:
It appears that facebook did not get hacked. I kind of wish it would have been, as the new version stinks. In that same vein, I'm tired of Pinterest's "error" messages. If they want to play with the big boys, they need to get that stuff fixed.
I like to say I have a "hitch in my giddy-up" when my foot or leg or something hurts. I don't know if that is the correct usage, but it is fun to say. (So is "hunker down" for when you don't feel like going out.)
I just got $68 worth of Christmas cards for $0. (well, the groupon cost $19, so I guess it actually cost me $19. But when I clicked "submit order," the amount due was $0, so it felt like it was free!)
My song for today:
Fragile Bird (City and Colour)
Larry listens to a local sports show every M-F from 4-7pm. EVERY M-F. I know all the songs, catch-phrases and "bits" that they show does. Since I'm subjected to it every day, I'm going to steal one of their bits - - - it is called 3 things and a song.
My 3 things for today:
It appears that facebook did not get hacked. I kind of wish it would have been, as the new version stinks. In that same vein, I'm tired of Pinterest's "error" messages. If they want to play with the big boys, they need to get that stuff fixed.
I like to say I have a "hitch in my giddy-up" when my foot or leg or something hurts. I don't know if that is the correct usage, but it is fun to say. (So is "hunker down" for when you don't feel like going out.)
I just got $68 worth of Christmas cards for $0. (well, the groupon cost $19, so I guess it actually cost me $19. But when I clicked "submit order," the amount due was $0, so it felt like it was free!)
My song for today:
Fragile Bird (City and Colour)
10.17.2011
If I live the life I'm given, I won't be scared to die
Let me just go on record as saying that if you have a chance to see The Avett Brothers in concert, you should go. Last night was hands down one of the most fun nights I've had in a really long time. I don't think it could have been any more perfect (with the obvious exception of having even more family/friends in attendance.) Little brother John and sister-in-law Dejah came up for the day. They hung out at Stubb's all afternoon so we could get a good spot. We got a spot maybe 5 rows back from the stage and proceeded to make friends with the people around us. (A lady named Grayson took this picture for us.)
I had never heard of the opening act - the David Mayfield Parade - but I'm so glad I know who they are now! Seriously one of the most entertaining acts I have ever seen! Not only do they rock, he is hilarious. I will definitely go see them if they come to Austin again. They played until 8:15pm and the Avett Brothers came out shortly after that.
I think that you would enjoy their show even if you'd never heard them before - they are just so good. All of their songs sound like a poem to me. They seem genuinely grateful to be performing and their live presence did not disappoint. In fact, they are incredible live. Their bass player, Bob Crawford, has a 2 year old with brain cancer, so I made her a poster:
Seth Avett saw it when they came out and nodded at me like, "I'll tell him." I had some lyrics from "Murder in the City" on the other side.... "always remember there is nothing worth sharing like the love that lets us share our name." (I have more pictures from the show on my camera but don't feel like uploading them right now, so all you get is what was taken with cell phones.)
They played every song I really wanted to hear except for "Die, Die, Die." It was nonstop and I just really can't think of enough adjectives to describe how good it was. Afterwards, we went around the corner to the tour bus so I could give them my poster. We waited for a little while but decided that if they didn't come out of the bus by 10:40pm, we were not sticking around. They didn't come out, so we went to a little Irish pub across the street.
Oddly enough, there was a country band playing in the Irish pub. They were from Australia. Everyone loves an Aussie accent, so I asked them if they would say my name. They did, so I carried their tip jar around the bar for them and guilted people into tipping them. "They came all the way from Australia! You can give them one dollar!" We were enjoying the band when all of a sudden my brother texted Dejah and I to let us know that Seth Avett had gotten off the bus and was visiting with the people waiting there. So we had some lady dressed as a zombie watch our drinks (not the best move in retrospect, but whatever) and ran across the street.
As we were running, I managed to fall. Hard. Not gracefully. I fell hard enough that my shoe broke. (to my defense, the pavement was really uneven!) Fortunately I didn't hurt myself, but there was no hope for my shoe. Here is a re-enactment photo:
We made it across the street, where I told anyone within earshot about breaking my shoe. And then it was our turn to talk to Seth! He looked so tired, but was incredibly nice. He graciously signed the pictures I brought with me and then posed for a picture with Dejah and I.
Sigh. The boy is straight up dreamy. And he was so nice that it makes him even dreamier.
Before we headed back to the pub, the cello player, Joe, came out. He signed my pictures and then was lucky enough to hold up my foot so that I could take a picture of my broken shoe:
You can tell from Dejah's face in the background that we were having so much fun. (I swear, sometimes I wonder about myself. Who asks a band member to hold up their foot? Besides me, I mean?)
We walked back to the pub. We were enjoying the Aussie band, who even performed a "Rachel Rap" in my honor. As they were rapping my song, John texted again that now Scott Avett was visiting with fans. So Dejah and I ran back over.
He was just as nice. He did the signing and the smiling that we asked of him and did not seem put out by it at all. They are a classy bunch. (Not sure that I'm the person who should make judgement calls about what is/isn't classy, seeing as how I have a SHOE around my wrist in this picture, but oh well.)
We finally left them alone and went to finish up our drinks and pay our tab. We left the pub, went to IHOP and then went to bed. (Thanks to John for driving!) I am just so thankful to have had such a magical, perfect evening. My ankle hurts a little bit, but that is a small price to pay! I'll leave you with my favorite lyric from the opening act: "If I could be anything I'd be hers." Here he is singing the song with Seth Avett:
I had never heard of the opening act - the David Mayfield Parade - but I'm so glad I know who they are now! Seriously one of the most entertaining acts I have ever seen! Not only do they rock, he is hilarious. I will definitely go see them if they come to Austin again. They played until 8:15pm and the Avett Brothers came out shortly after that.
I think that you would enjoy their show even if you'd never heard them before - they are just so good. All of their songs sound like a poem to me. They seem genuinely grateful to be performing and their live presence did not disappoint. In fact, they are incredible live. Their bass player, Bob Crawford, has a 2 year old with brain cancer, so I made her a poster:
Seth Avett saw it when they came out and nodded at me like, "I'll tell him." I had some lyrics from "Murder in the City" on the other side.... "always remember there is nothing worth sharing like the love that lets us share our name." (I have more pictures from the show on my camera but don't feel like uploading them right now, so all you get is what was taken with cell phones.)They played every song I really wanted to hear except for "Die, Die, Die." It was nonstop and I just really can't think of enough adjectives to describe how good it was. Afterwards, we went around the corner to the tour bus so I could give them my poster. We waited for a little while but decided that if they didn't come out of the bus by 10:40pm, we were not sticking around. They didn't come out, so we went to a little Irish pub across the street.
Oddly enough, there was a country band playing in the Irish pub. They were from Australia. Everyone loves an Aussie accent, so I asked them if they would say my name. They did, so I carried their tip jar around the bar for them and guilted people into tipping them. "They came all the way from Australia! You can give them one dollar!" We were enjoying the band when all of a sudden my brother texted Dejah and I to let us know that Seth Avett had gotten off the bus and was visiting with the people waiting there. So we had some lady dressed as a zombie watch our drinks (not the best move in retrospect, but whatever) and ran across the street.
As we were running, I managed to fall. Hard. Not gracefully. I fell hard enough that my shoe broke. (to my defense, the pavement was really uneven!) Fortunately I didn't hurt myself, but there was no hope for my shoe. Here is a re-enactment photo:
We made it across the street, where I told anyone within earshot about breaking my shoe. And then it was our turn to talk to Seth! He looked so tired, but was incredibly nice. He graciously signed the pictures I brought with me and then posed for a picture with Dejah and I.
Sigh. The boy is straight up dreamy. And he was so nice that it makes him even dreamier.
Before we headed back to the pub, the cello player, Joe, came out. He signed my pictures and then was lucky enough to hold up my foot so that I could take a picture of my broken shoe:
You can tell from Dejah's face in the background that we were having so much fun. (I swear, sometimes I wonder about myself. Who asks a band member to hold up their foot? Besides me, I mean?)We walked back to the pub. We were enjoying the Aussie band, who even performed a "Rachel Rap" in my honor. As they were rapping my song, John texted again that now Scott Avett was visiting with fans. So Dejah and I ran back over.
He was just as nice. He did the signing and the smiling that we asked of him and did not seem put out by it at all. They are a classy bunch. (Not sure that I'm the person who should make judgement calls about what is/isn't classy, seeing as how I have a SHOE around my wrist in this picture, but oh well.)We finally left them alone and went to finish up our drinks and pay our tab. We left the pub, went to IHOP and then went to bed. (Thanks to John for driving!) I am just so thankful to have had such a magical, perfect evening. My ankle hurts a little bit, but that is a small price to pay! I'll leave you with my favorite lyric from the opening act: "If I could be anything I'd be hers." Here he is singing the song with Seth Avett:
10.15.2011
the good house
Why do I do this to myself?
Every year, I buy halloween candy way too early. I see it on sale and buy it with good intentions. I tell myself, "I won't eat any. It will be fine. Might as well buy it now so I don't have to worry about it later."
This year, I got 3 varieties of M&Ms (regular, peanut and peanut butter), Twix, Three Musketeers, Snickers and Starburst. I showed Larry and he said, "Oooh, we are the good house."
I told myself I would "get ahead" and go ahead and put it in the little bucket. Yeah, right. You better believe that I've already eaten most of the Three Musketeers, one packet of Starburst, several Twix and one of each flavor of M&Ms.
Hi......what was your name? Willpower? Yeah, don't think we've met.
Every year, I buy halloween candy way too early. I see it on sale and buy it with good intentions. I tell myself, "I won't eat any. It will be fine. Might as well buy it now so I don't have to worry about it later."
This year, I got 3 varieties of M&Ms (regular, peanut and peanut butter), Twix, Three Musketeers, Snickers and Starburst. I showed Larry and he said, "Oooh, we are the good house."
I told myself I would "get ahead" and go ahead and put it in the little bucket. Yeah, right. You better believe that I've already eaten most of the Three Musketeers, one packet of Starburst, several Twix and one of each flavor of M&Ms.
Hi......what was your name? Willpower? Yeah, don't think we've met.
10.08.2011
J
It has been almost 3 weeks since I've posted - wow. I didn't realize that.... although nothing has been particularly blog worthy lately, so it really isn't a big surprise. And since I *still* don't have much to say, I will go back to my alphabet posts. I'm only on the letter "J."
I'm going to go ahead and say that J is for "junk drawer." I am kind of embarrassed to share this with you, because it makes me look a little mentally unbalanced. Although I might be kind of mentally unbalanced, so who cares.
For some reason, every time I buy something new, I throw the receipt, tag and extra button in the top drawer of my vanity. At first, I guess I did it in case I wanted to return it or something. Then it just became habit. I don't know why I do it. It is weird, right? I guess by now there are 5 years worth of tags. Stein Mart, Macy's and Ross appear to be the biggest offenders.
Maybe I will go through that drawer someday soon. I do want to put all the buttons in my sewing kit, so that is my goal. We'll see.
So - just in case you were starting to get the misguided impression that I am the type of person that has it all together, remember that we ALL have some sort of junk drawer in our life.
I'm going to go ahead and say that J is for "junk drawer." I am kind of embarrassed to share this with you, because it makes me look a little mentally unbalanced. Although I might be kind of mentally unbalanced, so who cares.
For some reason, every time I buy something new, I throw the receipt, tag and extra button in the top drawer of my vanity. At first, I guess I did it in case I wanted to return it or something. Then it just became habit. I don't know why I do it. It is weird, right? I guess by now there are 5 years worth of tags. Stein Mart, Macy's and Ross appear to be the biggest offenders.Maybe I will go through that drawer someday soon. I do want to put all the buttons in my sewing kit, so that is my goal. We'll see.
So - just in case you were starting to get the misguided impression that I am the type of person that has it all together, remember that we ALL have some sort of junk drawer in our life.
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