Day of the Decade, Part II

2005
Graduated from college in three years in the spring. My majors were journalism and English. Planned to go to seminary in New Orleans.

Hubby graduated in the summer. He also planned to go to New Orleans.

We moved our belongings to Metairie, La.

Hurricane Katrina blew us away.

Five days later, we got married.

Three weeks after we came back from our honeymoon, we found our first home: a two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment.

Started grad school, seeking to get a master’s in English. Hated. Every. Moment.

Started my first “grown-up” job as a reporter. Hated my boss.

Worked on Christmas Eve. Realized I needed to get out of the reporting biz. That wasn’t flying for me.

2006
(My memories are getting better…)

Hubby bought me a puppy – the Superdog.

Got basically kicked out of grad school. Thought life had ended for me. Suffered with feelings of guilt for about a year.

Received a second chance from The Man, who suggested I get my master’s at a nearby HBCU (Historically Black College and University) in something I liked more – mass communications.

Loved my classes.

The Man offered me a job, which would start in 2007.

I pounced.

2007

Began a new job at my alma mater – the third option five years previously.

Loved it.

Hubby started having doubts about his job, due to the lack of pay and ridiculously long hours and travel.

2008
Graduated with my master’s. It was one of the most joyous celebrations of my life.

Started teaching. Felt like a fish out of water (still do).

Hubby announced that the 2008-09 year would be his last with his employer. I was terrified, but I knew he was making the right decision.

Turned in my application for my Ph.D.

2009
Started my Ph.D. work. Was more terrified than ever based on past experiences. Succeeded in my first three classes. Am unimaginably thankful.

Hubby quit his job and started pursuing his master’s. We realized even more how blessed we are that we can make that situation work.

Started running to decrease stress and help me sleep. Signed up for a half-marathon.

Am blessed.

Merry Christmas to you and yours!

Day of the Decade, Part I

I got this idea from Sommer, who’s doing a Dedication to the 00 Decade. Because I steal ideas. I’m like that.

Anyway, this is probably going to age me slightly, because it seems so long ago since I rang in 2000, which leads me to…

2000
I had a New Year’s Eve party in the shed in my parents’ backyard. Totally redneck, but it worked. We hung Christmas lights throughout the shed, set out my boom box (because boom boxes back then were cool), and partied like it was 1999 (because then it was). We also buried a time capsule on one side of the shed…probably should dig that thing out now, whatdaya think?

I think I started playing tennis in 2000. My brain is fuzzy (mixture of lack of sleep and lots of caffeine). I fell in love with tennis. And I went to prom that year with the dude who ended up being my one of my best friend’s husband – and my hubby’s best friend.

2001
Played in a tennis competition in Lafayette, La. Had a blast but froze like never before. I started looking at colleges around this time, as college applications were coming up. I scored a 28 on my ACT with a 35 in English. Ballinous (which is a word that had not been invented yet). I wanted to go to a Christian college four hours away, but my parents wanted me to go to the college that EVERYONE PLUS THEIR MOTHA’ went to, and it was an hour away. And I would be living with my parents. Still.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my parents. But it was time for the birdie to fly the nest. So, as I debated my options, a third option – a school I’d never considered – somehow came into view, thanks to one of my teachers. And I chose colleges based on a coin flip (no joke). The third college won.

2002
Graduated high school. Participated in the school play. Went on my first mission trip, which was to the Bahamas.

Jumped off a cliff in the Bahamas into a bottomless pool of water. That rocked.

Went hang-gliding. Dad made me pay for it myself. He said he refused to pay for anything that might kill me.

Started college in the summer. Took six hours in three weeks and had a blast. Couldn’t wait for the fall.

Fall came and went, and I became heavily involved with the Baptist Collegiate Ministry. For the first time in my life, I felt that I finally fit in with my peers. Met the man who would be my husband the first day I entered the BCM. Fell in love with his adorableness immediately but pushed it aside. Figured he’d want to date a more awesome girl than me.

Went on another mission trip to Jamaica. That’s a whole story in itself, but I discovered several things about myself and others during that trip. I grew up a little that week.

2003
Got my heart broken – thankfully.

Thought about changing majors that summer – hated hated hated journalism. Considered changing to a major which is basically considered a MRS degree. Thankfully, my parents talked me out of that one.

That fall, I fell back in love with journalism. My best friend, a dude, broke up with his girlfriend. I consoled him as I walked along the streets of New York City. But secretly I was happy – not for me, but for him.

2004
Started dating my best friend Feb. 2, 2004.

Moved into the BCM house with four other girls. It was a ridiculously fun time.

Got engaged Oct. 19.

Went on my fourth and (currently) last mission trip, which was to Canada.

Spent my first Christmas with my fiancé.

Three more hours until Christmas break...

It's a Merry Christmas time

Oh, homemade gingerbread biscotti and snickerdoodle coffee...yum, yum, yum...

Today is a tour of the Super Cottage!!! But, wait, there's more! For our Houston friends, if you're interested, check out The Satellite Room tomorrow night. Superman and Grant Terry are playing there! YEA!! I'm so proud of my hubby -- and Grant, too, of course!

Now, for the tour of our house.

Welcome to the Super home!


Our stockings are not hung by the chimney with care...


Our three-foot LIVE (for the first year) tree. I've used an artificial white tree in previous years...and neglected to put lights on this year's tree. Sigh.


But that's okay, because I have TWO trees!!




More Christmas cards rest on the mantle, with our nativity scene...which is missing two wise men...


I'm a candle fiend...


Several of you have these two cute snowmen. This was a gift one year.


On to the kitchen!

I do not use sugar or cream (unless it's eggnog creamer) in my coffee, so they rest empty. As does the cookie jar. Much to my chagrin.


I won Santa at a bingo game when I worked at the paper. And, if you noticed from the stockings, I procrastinate. That's why I have no chalk at my house and why Santa's board is blank. Put in whatever you wish.


You may notice our Christmas photo wall on the fridge. These pictures will stay up throughout the year, and, at next Christmas, we'll put the pictures in albums to store.


Our Christmas table.




And out the side door you go!!! Merry Christmas and thanks for visiting the Super house!

The Holiday List

Things I would like to get accomplished during my holiday break before I leave to see family:

* Make pancakes for breakfast

* Make this delicious biscotti, recipe courtesy of Misti

* Go to Natchitoches and see the lights

* Have Christmas dinner with friends

* Buy (small) Christmas gifts for our new Sunday School class

* Run a total of 24 miles in four days (WHHHAAATT??! Did I add that correctly? Geez, Louise, SERIOUSLY???!), as I will be out of town starting Dec. 24. Gotta get that running in somehow.

(I'm starting to notice that most of my list revolves around food...)

The one where we learn how to cook

Oh, a Coke Zero tastes so good early in the morning...

For those of you keeping track, so far I have received from my work Secret Santa...a day planner, an apple, a coffee cup, a candle, a flashlight, a scarf, a food container (really awesome!), earrings, and a nail file. Thank God only three more days left.

Rindy and I ran three miles this morning. We were supposed to run 4.5 but we didn't have time. I got to work right at 8 a.m. Plus, we were huffing and puffing like this was our first time running, so it's probably good that we ran only three miles (in less than 35 minutes, so that wasn't TOO bad...).

But that's not the exciting part. We had our weekend getaway to the Alluvian this weekend and the Viking Cooking School!!!




The Alluvian hotel itself was AAAWWWEEESSSOOOMMMEE. Okay, truth be told, Superman and I usually stay in rinky dink hotels when we vacation because we would rather spend our money on cooler things like Red Sox tickets or to see a museum. However, during our Boston trip (which, really, was our last big trip together), we decided that we were going to start splurging on our hotel more. This was the first example of that.

Truffles on the bed during turndown (there were also chocolates and a happy anniversary card waiting for us on arrival)...

(BTW, our anniversary was in September...we've had to reschedule this trip at least twice, but it was well worth the wait.)

I don't have the picture of me devouring the truffle in the guest robe (which I wore practically the entire time we were in the hotel room), but I did decide that the robe wasn't nearly as nice as the one I have at the house, courtesy of Bath and Body Works. Yes, the Alluvian robe was warm, but the BBW one is so, so soft.


And, of course, the Viking Cooking School!!! Crabcakes, fantail shrimp, avacado sauce, beef tenderloin, creme brulee, oh my!!







Sigh. My stomach is already growling.

Oh, and it almost got renamed the Superman Cooking School, haha!! So Superman was cooking the beef tenderloin, and my husband is a tall guy. He leaned up from the stove and slammed his head on the stove vent. A huge tuft of his hair was hanging from the stove vent, and he jerked it down quickly, mortified. I was laughing (sorry, couldn't help it!) and I joked that I hoped it was those gray hairs he pulled out and not the brown ones. Well, he was being all manly and not saying how bad it hurt (though with more than 100 hairs being yanked out, you KNOW that hurt like a mug. I would have been bawling my eyes out.). When we sat down to dinner with the rest of the nine people in our group, he put his hands up to his head and whispered to me, "I think I'm bleeding."

Well, of course, I had to look. I'm sure we looked like monkeys picking ticks off of each other as I scanned his head...and found a HUGE cut.



Of course, after I gasped from shock, everyone else had to look, too...

He still has a nice little nick in his head. And it probably didn't help that he knocked his head on something AGAIN at the Indianola Pecan Factory the next day.

But it was still a fantastic weekend.



(view from the cooking school area into the store)


Ten more days til Christmas!!!!

Caffeinated Ranomness: I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus....

So that is the song in my head today...

BTW, how do you like the new layout? Courtesy of the ah-maz-ing Rachel. She's quite talented, that's for sure.

Hubby played at the university for a Christmas celebration Tuesday night. The lines were long, my shoes were uncomfortable, but the music was great. AND it was a bonus that Grant Terry and the band (Superman is part of "the band") festively dressed up for the occassion.

Hubby's in the red vest wearing the Santa hat.






Sigh. I love him.

Our Sunday School class (the one we "were" in, not the one we're teaching) got together for a Christmas party last night. It was a dirty santa/white elephant $5 gift card one. LOVE dirty santa. That's when things get fun. We had dozens of steals, but, in the end, Superman ended up with a Sonic card, and I had Starbucks this morning. A tall double shot, nonfat, no foam, peppermint mocha. I have 50 cents left on the card. No joke.

Running has not gone well this week. I think we've only run twice. And that'll be it. UGH!! Work schedules (for both of us) are driving me crazy!!! BUT we both agreed that we're just going to deal with it next week to get back on track, running early in the morning (*tear*) if we must. But perhaps, to make those days better, we can stop at Starbucks on the way home...

In happier (and more calorie-laden) news, we have a trip to the Alluvian and the Viking Cooking School planned very, very soon...SO EXCITED!!

Anyway, enjoy your weekend, enjoy your caffeinated randomness, and visit Andrea for more randomness!!

Questions, questions, and a DILEMMA

A. Yes, this is a long post.
B. Yes, I know everyone did the Dozen and the WYAW YESTERDAY. So sue me.



1. Which physical trait do you now accept--maybe not love, but accept--and no longer feel extremely self-conscious about?
My nose. I HATED my nose growing up – to the point where I told myself, “When I grow up, I’ll just have a nose job.” Crazy stuff for a junior high/high school kid (I think), but I’ve come to accept it. Mainly because I’m a little anti-needles/surgery.

2. This week Meredith Baxter Birney, best known as the mom on the favorite 80s sitcom "Family Ties" came out of the closet, which led me to formulate this question: Who do you think is/was the best TV mom?
Someone else had this answer yesterday, but I think Claire Huxtable hits a home run.

3. Do you speak any foreign languages? Are there any you'd like to learn?
I took three years of Spanish, but, as my dad likes to point out, it really didn’t do me much good. I’d love to speak a foreign language, for the pure fact that I’d love for me and the kids (because they would be bi-lingual, too) to talk about surprises for Superman in front of him without him knowing what we were saying. HAHA!

4. Who is your personal hero?
That’s here and around me? Um…I don’t know. I’m highly disillusioned, and everyone in this world is going to fail you – but that’s okay. I’m going to fail others, too; we’re human. But we repent, ask forgiveness, and just try to do better next time.

5. What is one holiday food that you find extremely difficult to resist over- indulging in?
Pretty much anything chocolaty. I have a sweet tooth.

6. Tell me about a Christmas decoration that has special meaning or sentimental value.
Our tree ornaments. We try to buy an ornament from each place we visit, so it’s fun to put them on the tree and see where they came from. My mom started this tradition, and I’m continuing it!

7. How do you feel about snow?
We don’t see it much here in Louisiana. If we get half an inch, you’ll see people trying to make snowmen. NOT kidding.

8. On average, how many hours of sleep do you get each night? Not that I'm jealous of any number over three or anything.
I’m highly cranky without my sleep, so I try to get at least seven a night. More if possible.

9. Tell me about your first crush.
Oh, geez. I was never the girl who fawned over boys, and, when I did have a crush, I was usually embarrassed about it. I do remember crying my eyes out one night over a boy in seventh grade…*rolls eyes in disgust*

10. You're stuck in a room for 2 hours with only a chalkboard and chalk. What will you write/draw?
Lists…doodles…flowers…

11. Do you dress for the current temp or for the day's forecast?
The day’s forecast. If I tried to dress for winter, I’d probably sweat to death here.

12. Favorite Christmas movie is?
ELF!!
Smiling’s my favorite.



WYAW (or Thursday): Of course, holiday themed

1. What was your favorite Christmas gift and why?

2. Do you find mistletoe annoying or funny?

3. Do you go caroling?

4. Do you wrap your gifts or bag them?

Answers:

1. Two actual: one sweet and one girly. First one, a Bible, from my parents, in 2000. I still have it, even though it has my maiden name on it, and I love it. I have favorite passages marked and remember events in my life where certain Scriptures just spoke to me louder than before. Next, diamond earrings from my then fiancé. ;)

2. Funny, if Hubby’s around.

3. We used to have a Christmas Eve party every year at my parents’ house where we’d go caroling. It was lots of fun – even if it was cold!

4. Bag ‘em if I do anything at all, ha!! But this year I really am trying to do better, so many gifts actually got wrapped…even if I am a horrible wrapper.

Okay, bloggy buds, I have a serious dilemma on my hands as well. I start Christmas shopping in June (seriously), and this fall, I bought my mother-in-law a Bible. She just joined our church this summer, and I was so excited about the gift. I had it engraved with her name and everything.

So she comes over the other day and mentions that she wants a new Bible, and I’m just inwardly grinning. I mean, I was the cat who ate the canary. And then she says, “I really need a large print Bible. That’s why I don’t bring mine now – I can’t read it.”

My heart went from jubilation to desperation in about two seconds flat. The Bible is ENGRAVED. We are PO’!!! But now my good gift just went to a bad one. I’m thinking about just buying her a big magnifying glass to go with it. Any better ideas? Can engraving be removed…????

Pedestrians

Some of these pedestrians think they have a force field around them... -- Anonymous Journalism Student

It was a good morning. Snickerdoodle coffee (breaking the Monday mold, I decided on a whim to have it on Wednesday), Bible study, and even time to read some of Francine Rivers' Lineage of Grace series (I have all five in one book -- right now I'm reading Tamar's story.). And, to continue my happy morning as I drove to work (aka The Place Where Happiness Dies), I turned my iPod to Trans Siberian Orchestra's "That Christmas Day." Which will be playing on my blog, probably next week. It's fairly fabulous.

I had the volume turned up aaaalllllllll the way as I swerved through the curves of our insane, construction-ridden parking lot. And almost hit a student.

This is twice in two days I've come close to hitting a student. And today it was a student that I liked!! Seriously, though, these students act like no cars are coming (and, granted, at the beginning of their collegiate career, they are told that cars are supposed to stop for them...and vehicles should...but sometimes, in the dead of night, it's hard to see students wearing all black!). There are rumors circulating on campus that if you get hit by a car, you get straight As that semester, and I think some of these pedestrians are going for the As. Hate to break their little hearts (and bones), but that's nothing more than an urban legend. If you get hit by a car, you're on your own.

Anyway, after I joked with the student that she better watch out because I have been known to almost hit people (like her), I got to thinking...would I truly be upset if I hit (with my car) a student that I did not like?

.....

Thinking...

......

...It might damage my car...

...And the police, after finding out that I didn't like a student I hit, would probably classify it as attempted murder, not accidental hit and run (because, in this scenario, it would be a hit and run)...

...And there'd probably be a fine, and my insurance would go up...

...And my poor car's not good with accidents, as we have learned from oh so many experiences...

...So...no...I think I'll try to refrain from hitting any students, liked or disliked.

(Police, please note that this entire blog is written tongue in cheek and with all sarcasm available, and I in no way wish ill on any person.)

On the fifth day of Christmas...

As of today, I have received the following gifts from my Secret Santa at work:

On the first day of Christmas...a day planner

On the second day of Christmas...an apple

On the third day of Christmas...a coffee cup

On the fourth day of Christmas...a pumpkin spice candle

On the fifth day of Christmas...a flashlight

(Remember, all our gifts have to be $1 or less.)

It is really fun to get a little something every day, a little surprise to brighten a cold, wet day (maybe it's not cold and wet for you, but it is for me).

So I heard the best quote from my husband last night. Made me kinda tear up:

"I love it when the house smells like your snickerdoodle coffee."

Be still, my beating heart.

I was thinking of said quote this morning when I made my coffee (not the snickerdoodle kind -- it's only for Mondays, and yes, my coffee drinking has a schedule) and started walking over to the couch for my morning Bible study. For some horrible reason, the coffee cup (the large coffee cup my BFF brought me back from Disney World) slipped from my fingers.

It was like watching it in slow motion -- the coffee cup falling, my face cringing in pre-pain from the broken glass I knew was going to come, and my dog's eyes widening, knowing that disaster was about to befall her (pun so intended).

The glass fell...and bounced.

God bless my husband for making sure we had laminate flooring put down two years ago.

Seriously, how does a coffee mug BOUNCE??? Granted, the spill from my coffee spread all over my living room floor (that was JUST cleaned last night), but seven towels will fix that problem. And the coffee mug, after it's initial bounce, rolled under the coffee table (oh, the irony) and rested -- unbroken.

WHEW.

After that bout of thankfulness, I need some help: I have a Christmas playlist on grooveshark, but...I need additional songs. What are your favorite Christmas songs that I can add?

Feliz Navidad!

(And, yes, that one is on my list.)

Have a holly jolly Christmas

Have I mentioned how much I LOVE being out of school? It's like an early Christmas gift.

I am slightly concerned about my grades, as one of the classes drove me crazy. I sent the professor an e-mail telling her how much I had enjoyed her class and learning the material, blah blah, and how much I was looking foward to having her in the spring (Yep, that's right. I'm taking ANOTHER ridiculously hard class in the spring. YEA.). In other words, I was trying to say "Don't fail me" (Which, in grad school, is a C.). Her response? "I really enjoyed having you in my class as well." Yeah, I bet she did. I'm sure I rounded out her bell curve juuuuusssstttt right.

I plan on putting up some pictures of my semi-decorated house just for funsies. It's a very non-traditional Christmas at the Super house this year. We have two 3-ft Christmas trees, side by side in front of the fireplace. My stockings have yet to be hung (they're still on the couch). My nativity scene lost a couple of members, one to apparent beheading (and I wrapped the glass pieces so well!!) and absentmindeness (I think one of them ran away, probably in hopes not to be beheaded), so now I have only one wise man. It's about time for a second one to be purchased in an after-Christmas sale, I suppose.

We're doing the 12 Days of Christmas gifts at my workplace. We each drew a name, and we have to get said person a $1 gift for 12 days. I'd rather have one $12 gift, but, hey, if people want to get creative, who am I to judge? I have all of my gifts for my secret person (minus one) purchased and wrapped...including a $1 bill, a coke, and a whoopie cushion...

Speaking of which, it's about time to put that wrapped can of coke under the Christmas tree...

Raves and rants

Did I mention that I ran seven miles Saturday in less than 80 minutes?

I was a little excited. Okay, that's a lie. I was so excited that I bragged to everyone...including everyone in Internet world, now. LOL. And I didn't even mind the blister that popped up on my foot as a result of the running.

Three miles last night nearly killed me, though.

Anyway...

WHO DAT!!??!!!


(No, not a pic from last night's game, though I -- along with everyone else and their mama -- will be attending the Dec. 27 game. CAN'T WAIT!!! What's better than a Saints game? A Saints game with all your friends!)

11-0, BABY!! Even though Superman refuses to cut his hair until the Saints lose (he now can pull it in a small ponytail, much to my chargin), it's (almost) WORTH IT!

Superman and some of our friends have a Facebook status post thing they do each game -- they update on the game with some humorous ancedotes to the side (though obviously some people are too dumb to get the humor -- another story, another time, lol!!). Before I get in to the best ones from last night, here's an ID list for non-sports fans. =)

(Bill) Belichick: Patriots head coach
Sedrick Ellis: Saints defensive tackle
Kevin Faulk: Patriots running back
Darren Sharper: Saints safety
Drew Brees: Saints quarterback
(Tom) Brady: Patriots quarterback
Pierre (Thomas): Saints running back

Anyway, here are some of my favorite posts by the Saints posters last night:

FIVE TD passes!! Where does that rank on your resume, Belichick?

I have some choice words for Sedrick Ellis that aren't Facebook/Twitter appropriate..

Dear Kevin Faulk, I don't care for you. Sincerely, Darren Sharper

Chuck Norris wants a Drew Brees jersey for Christmas.

Brady to Belichick: "So, uh, you wanna go fishing tomorrow?"

Gotta love seeing Pretty Boy Brady on the turf. Way to go defense!!!

Oui, oui, Pierre! Who Dat?

INT. God bless you, Sharper!

11-0. That. Is. All.

Thanksgiving

All I can think of right now are Christmas songs...


Superdog's not going to get a visit from Santa if she keeps thinking those thoughts...then again, Santa may skip our house entirely if we keep torturing her by dressing her up...

Hubby and his mom, who joined my family for Thanksgiving this year.

I am blessed.

My MIL, me, and my mom. This was the third attempt at this photo. Mom needs to quit pinching me if she wants a good picture.


My two cousins and Superman. None of them can smile for a picture, apparently.


Looking for Black Friday bargains. My cousin's wife, on the right, is (to use a phrase from Superman) ballinous when it comes to Black Friday sales. I mean, she's seriously hard-core, 3 a.m. wake-up type. My wake up call came at 5:50. And I only shopped til 8:30.

BTW, I have all my Christmas gifts, minus two, purchased and (except for two which are already purchased) wrapped under the tree. WOO HOO!!

Granny, the grandkids, and their spouses. And Baxter the dog. He's a show stealer, that one.


I hear those J-I-N-G-L-E bells...oh, those holiday J-I-N-G-L-E bells...

We might have traveled an hour and a half away last night to see Christmas lights.

Random Dozen

(It’s sad that I’m doing this because I fell in love with the picture, isn’t it? LOL.)

1. Are you sticking to traditional Thanksgiving foods this year, or are you being culinarily adventurous?
Probably traditional. I’m hoping Bambi will be on the menu, but I’ll be happy with Tom the Turkey, too (Can you tell I’m not a vegetarian?).

2. Tell me something concrete that you're thankful for. (Something you can literally touch, see, etc., not a concept like "hope.")
My bug zapper. Yeah, that’s right. We own one. And it’s fairly amazing…even though I’m still too scared to get the bugs.

3. You knew the flip side was coming: Share about something intangible that you're thankful for.
That I don’t have school again until Jan. 19, 2010!!!

4. Share one vivid Thanksgiving memory. It doesn't have to be deep or meaningful, just something that remains etched in your memory.
I remember one a few years back with my hubby (at his old job, he often traveled on Thanksgiving). He and my cousins were throwing the football in my aunt’s front yard. It was just so fun and peaceful.

5. What is one thing that you know beyond a shadow of a doubt is going to happen this Thanksgiving because it always does, year after year?
We will eat. Lots.

6. Do your pets get any leftovers?
As I spent $200 to get Superdog’s teeth cleaned this year, she will NOT be having any leftovers. She may have a Milkbone. (Unless her "Grandpa" feels sorry for her and feeds her when I'm not looking.)

7. Does your family pray before the big meal? If so, do you join hands while seated, stand, repeat a formal prayer or offer a spontaneous prayer? Who does the praying?
Yep. It’s usually a prayer when everyone’s crowding around the food about to eat, and usually given by my uncle.

8. Will you be watching football in the afternoon? If not, what will you be doing?
Superman would like it if we would, and he may be able to con the other football-loving family members into turning on the TV. Before we married, the TV was not turned on during Thanksgiving.

9. There are two distinct camps of people on this issue: How do you feel about oysters in the dressing/stuffing?
What?!! Does that actually happen???

10. Do you consider yourself informed about the first Thanksgiving?
I went to public school. We dressed up as pilgrims and Indians. I was an Indian. I got pics to prove it.

11. Which variety of pie will you be enjoying?
One of each, please.

12. Do you feel for the turkey?? (This is a humorous throw back question related to the 12th question in another Random Dozen!)
Read Question 1. That should answer any and all questions.

One of these things is not like the other...

(I just happen to be sipping on a peppermint mocha right now. I may spontaneously bounce from wall to wall shortly.)

Happy early Thanksgiving to all of you!!! Who's excited about families, lots of food, days off, and shopping on Black Friday?! I AM!!!

(Like I said, bouncing from wall to wall...)

Anyway, Superman and I have made a bit of a big decision recently. We are going to be Sunday School teachers for a new class of 20-somethings (mainly college graduates who aren't married). I was a little apprehensive about this decision, not only because it's added responsibility, but also because I love our Sunday School class. It's amazing. When Superman and I got married and switched churches, I really didn't think I'd find the camraderie (sp?) that we had at our old church. And I was right. It was better. =)

HOWEVER, things are a'changing...not for the bad, mind you...but changing enough where I realize WE need to make a change...

This past Sunday I realized said change as we sat in a semi-circle and listened to the lesson. There were about eight other couples in our class, and, as I glanced from person to person, a horrible realization hit me: I was alone. Yes, Superman was with me, but...

"Hmmm...Susie's pregnant, and Katie's pregnant, and the Williams already have a baby, and John and Jane are expecting their second, and Erica's pregnant, and we just found out last week that Gina's pregnant, and..."

All. Around. The. Room. Besides the Sunday School teacher, I was the only one who had NOT been through pregnancy.

I might have hyperventilated. Just a little.

I really don't want to get into a discussion as to whether or not I should have a baby, because, unless God deems otherwise, I will -- just not right now.

But I don't really want to be the odd man -- ahem, woman -- out.

So I'm really excited about teaching this new SS class, starting Dec. 13. We know some of the people in there, which makes it more fun, and I'm excited about the book we're starting: The Tough Sayings of Jesus. Superman's already wanting to start a class twitter and blog...I'll let him handle that. ;)

Oh, and one more celebratory note:

No more Super Duper University classes until 2010!!!

Happy Thanksgiving. =)

Signed, sealed, and delivered

Sent in my last research paper of 2009 not 10 minutes ago. I feel just slightly victorious. Still have two finals to go, but they're take-home finals. I feel the odds are more in my favor there.

I'm so excited about the holiday season that I'm about to burst. I'm trying to keep the squealing to a minimum. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.

I feel like a peppermint mocha right now. To celebrate.

I really wish I had some super amazing deep thought or question or anything more superficial than what I'm thinking right now (which consists of the food I'm going to devour next week and where I'm going shopping on Black Friday), but it's been a hard week, and my brain apparently shut off as soon as I turned my paper in.

PRAISE JESUS, THAT LAST PAPER IS DONE!!!!!!!!!

My husband is expecting all As this quarter from his three graduate classes. I have a lot of jealous comments for that, but, as I'm trying not to get coal in my stocking for Christmas, I'll refrain and just say that I would be happy with all As as well, for me as well as for him. (Happy? I'd be ESCATIC.)

Question (still very superficial and not deep): Do you go shopping on Black Friday, or do you avoid it like the Black Plague?

Our family was never really big into shopping on Black Friday, but I LOVE it. I love the sales, I love fighting the crowds, and I love having all my Christmas presents purchased before Dec. 1. It's like a shopping victory for me. And, of course, I love the post-shopping nap that follows.

A friend of mine mentioned that she always avoided the stores on Black Friday but went to the spa instead. Interesting concept. I think after the post-shopping nap I'll have to check that out. Ooooh, maybe with a peppermint mocha.

Question No. 2 (Seriously, this should have been a What's Your Answer Wednesday): What kinds of things do you do to celebrate Christmas before Dec. 25? Such as: caroling, going to see Christmas plays, going to look at the lights, parades...What do you do?

I have a list of ten items that I want to do during this season. Two of them are related to Christmas lights. I can't remember how many relate to food. At least one relates to peppermint mochas.

Another question! (I'm full of 'em today.) What kind of Christmas cards do you send? (Or do you send them out at all?) Do you send picture cards or regular cards? Do you have a certain place where you buy them each year (My mom always gets hers from Hallmark.)?

Okay. No more questions. It's just time for you to answer!!

Thankful for…

Life. With my co-worker’s father holding on to life, this becomes much more meaningful to me.

Love. My husband loves me unconditionally.

Comfort. The ability to give it and to receive it.

Clean drinking water. Eight glasses each day that I take for granted.

Excess. I have clothes on my back, I have enough food to eat, and I have a nice, warm house…I have an excess of blessings.

Intelligence. I’m not the brightest tool in the shed, but I have brains, and I am using them.

Time. Even though I never feel there’s enough time, I have time for what’s important – whether I’m proud of it or not.

Forgiveness. On both sides. The ability to forgive and the ability to be forgiven.

Support. Family support, work support, friend support.

Senses. Eyes to see, ears to hear, the ability to speak God’s love, the ability to wrap someone up in a hug.

Money. Again, like time, it’s something I’ll never have enough of, but I have what I need.

Health. Like No. 1…something taken for granted far too often.

Family and friends. So important.

Confidence. I know where I’m going when I die.

Freedom. But I shy away with political correctness unfortunately.

Words. Written and spoken. And sometimes silently heard.

Memories. Some good, some bad, but I’m so glad the majority of them are good. And those that are bad – I see how God pulled me through.

Job. With so many people out of work, I am thankful I am employed and I enjoy my work.

Running. It helps de-stress me, which allows me to sleep better at night.

Music. Especially when my husband plays.

Insurance. And soon to have dental insurance. Woo hoo!

Coffee. It’s an addiction, but at least it’s a coffee addiction and not a smoking addiction or alcohol addiction or something like that.

Mercy. 1 Timothy 1:16. It’s a reminder.

Emotions. I feel.

Humor. Look for the positives.

Tell me what you're thankful for.

Being sick never felt so good

Bet ya thought I'd fallen off the face of the planet because it's been so long since I've blogged.

Well...you'd almost be right.

As my aunt put it, apparently I'd been laying with pigs, because Sunday morning I woke up "oinking." Or coughing, whichever you want to say.

I don't have it confirmed that I had swine flu. Thankfully, a family friend who is a doctor precribed me some antibiotics Sunday which a) helped me fight the flu and b) kept me from spending $130 on a doctor's visit (yes, my health insurance stinks). I honestly think if I had waited until Monday, I would still be at home getting over that mess, because by Sunday night -- with antibiotics -- I was running a 100-degree fever. Monday morning? Almost better. Tuesday? Great, minus phelm. Today? Back at work, playing catch up.

I gotta say, though, it was one of the best "vacations" I've had, haha!

Since my husband has an array of PT jobs on top of grad school, he was able to stay home with me most of the time and take care of me, bake me brownies, cook soup, put a wet washcloth over my head, rub my back...but never a mocha... ;) Love you, sweetheart, lol!!!

I got to read two of Julie Lessman's Daughters of Boston series books -- AND watched more TV than I could handle. Seriously. I watched so much King of the Hill that one night when I was watching it with Superman, I started quoting it...word...for...word. That's when he switched to The Office.

I slept forever it seemed...woke up in the middle of the night with a request for a midnight snack (and my sweet husband got it for me), stayed up and watched TV...went back to sleep...woke up at 6:30 a.m. and got up...took a mid-morning nap...My whole sleep schedule was totally off last night when I tried to go to sleep around 11 p.m.

Like I said, this whole sickness thing was pretty fun. Granted, the vomiting, chills, aches, etc. of that first day were NOT fun, but, as I mentioned, those antibiotics are FABULOUS.

If you get to feeling sick -- DON'T FIGHT IT. I was so angry on Sunday when I realized I was getting sick because I couldn't go to church, I couldn't go shopping, and I couldn't go running that day. And I almost didn't tell anyone that I was sick so I could do that. But if I had...I probably would have gotten one of my best friends sick, would have made myself sicker, and would STILL be out (which, granted, wouldn't be the worst thing in the world...just kidding!!).

Rachel asked me about symptoms that I had beforehand, and, remember, while I never had a confirmed case of swine flu (or the flu in general), I was treated for the flu because I had flu-like symptoms (aches, sore throat, coughing), and I had been exposed to someone with confirmed swine flu. The quicker this stuff is found out, the better.

The List

Stuff which must be accomplished by Saturday...

* Switch research paper from 12-point Times New Roman type to 12.5-point Times New Roman to add a full two pages to my need-to-be 20 page paper (It will be 18 when I'm done.).

* Pick up Superdog and give her a piece of cheese for surviving her day-long trip to the vet to get her teeth cleaned. Though if I didn't feed her human food, maybe I wouldn't have to pay $200 to get her teeth cleaned...

* Buy birthday cards. And remember to send them out.

* Do two article reviews. One that's due Monday and one that I have to redo because apparently I can't figure out what a content analysis is. Epic Fail.

* Run four miles tonight and six miles Saturday. Basically be Superwoman.

* Survive working two volleyball games, one basketball game, and one televised football game.

Bring it.

WHO DAT?!!!

Colin Cowherd is WRONG.

That's right. You heard it here...well, maybe not first.

Yesterday on his program, Cowherd said that it's better to root for a winning team than a losing team. Why? Because you end up being depressed all weekend about the fact that your team lost (as it inevitably will). So why not root for a winner?

Because, Mr. Cowherd, what fun is it if you win all the time? Where's the excitement? Where's the passion? You sit there in your state-of-the-art press box, enjoying good playing, as you said, and yawn, fairly confident that the team you're rooting for will win.

Where's the fun in that?

We are Saints fans. We love them even when they break our hearts, when they're injured, when they play no better than a high school team. We loved them when they were displaced from Hurricane Katrina, and we prayed that they would return to their home, the Superdome. And they did.

And we loved them even more.

We love Drew Brees and Reggie Bush and Jeremy Shockey and even Thomas Morstead. But we don't beat ourselves up when they lose. After coming this far, it was almost expected. Note the past verb: WAS.

Here we are, halfway in the season, and we are 7-0. SEVEN-OH!!! My husband refuses to cut his hair until the Saints lose, and, at this point, I don't think I'd mind it getting as long as mine (but it does need cutting, sweetie). There's a frenzy in the air, an unexpected excitement, a thrill for the game.

And, were we to lose in the upcoming weeks, we would mourn. We would be sad. But then we'd go to bed, wake up the next morning, and go to work, as the usual. We would not mourn relentlessly. There's always another game, another chance at redemption. There's hope.

But, while we are 7-0, let the celebrations continue.

WHO DAT!!! WE DAT!!!

Let it rain. Why not?

**NOTE TO GINGER: For some reason, I am unable to access your blog. I click on your profile to get to it and am unable to. Send me the link, and let me see if I can get to it that way. Thank you!!!***

Who has two thumbs and will stand out in the pouring rain and tornado warnings to write a story about a building groundbreaking? This girl.

The exciting life of journalism.

The good news (depending on how you look at it) is that misery loves company, and all my students are required to come as well (they receive 10 bonus points if they do). A bigger crowd will look better for the visiting media, especially if they see so many students.

Carrot versus the stick, works every time.

Also, I'm doing a poll about Demotivator posters. Don't know what they are? Go to www.despair.com. Trust me. It's hilarious. I'm trying to pick out my favorite poster for my office. My current favorite is Worth. I wanted Potential, but the fries on the poster would make me constantly hungry. Yes, my sense of humor is slightly skewed. But, then again, you haven't met my students...

So head over there and let me know what you think!

In a lighter mood, I rediscovered (seems like I'm constantly rediscovering this little jewel) how much Bible study in the morning improves my mood. Yesterday, I was just so down. No particular reason. I deal with the same things over and over, so it's not like the day was much of a surprise. But my attitude was. Then it hit me. I hadn't read the Bible in about 10 days. Snap. So this morning, I woke up early, made some coffee (added some pumpkin spice creamer, YUM!) and had some one-on-one time with the Big Man.

My entire perspective changed.

Which brings me round to the top again. Who has two thumbs and has to take notes outside in the pouring rain today? This girl. And who's okay with that? THIS GIRL.

W00t.

WYAW: Smile, in bullet points

Soooo...my 26th was fabulous, thank you. No pictures, unfortunately. I feel awkward most of the time taking pictures at a restaurant, especially when it's a chain like Olive Garden. But Olive Garden wasn't the only reason why my b-day can be classified as "super-amazingly-awesome"...

* I got to go home and visit with my parents this weekend.
* We had a fantastic birthday celebration at Olive Garden.
* I ended up with three and a half birthday cakes. Yes, that number is correct.
* I won't have to buy coffee for three weeks (if I work it right) thanks to the McCormicks and Sara (courtesy of a giveaway, which also came with the softest socks in the world and an awesome book).
* I learned how well my hubby knows me. He got me a shirt with a Twitter bird that reads "Nobody Cares" (among other things). He knows me well. ;)
* THE SAINTS ARE 6-0!! THANKS DREW AND REGGIE FOR SHOWING UP FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!!
* I got to see Rachel and her hubby and sweet daughter this weekend!!! =D

My hubby was actually the first person to wish me happy birthday. =) We stayed up late the night before visiting with Rachel, and, once we were home, decided to stay up until midnight.

Overall, it was a great weekend, as predicted, lol.

OH!!! AND just to round it off, I have some smiles for class, too!!

* I made a higher grade on my midterm than originally thought. WHEW.
* My final for that class is a TAKE HOME final, which we have two weeks to work on. Double WHEW.
* Since I won't have to go to that class on the last day, my other professor agreed to let me take my final for her class early. Oh, what was that? It's ANOTHER TAKE HOME FINAL.
* I only have four weeks left in this semester. You have no idea how ridiculously excited I am.



Soooo...we're pulling this into a What's Your Answer Wednesday edition, too!!! Haha! You answer -- I think I pretty much have. ;)

1. What was the hardest class (high school or college) that you had to take?
2. What do you think about take home finals? Blessings or a curse?
3. What was the best birthday you had?
4. How did you spend your last birthday (or, if your birthday is coming up, how are you planning on spending it)?

Are you down?

Why, hello, Friday. It's so nice of you to drop by. Yes, I do plan to enjoy you, despite the million small errands which must be accomplished today. But I do plan on having my cake and eating it, too -- twice. One at a bridal shower, one at work for birthday celebrations. But that's just today.

And, what's that, Friday? You invited fiends and family to come over? No, that's not a problem at all. The more the merrier! I look forward to a late night filled with hot chocolate and loved ones, thank you! Aren't you kind?

Oh, and then you'll leave and bring Saturday? Well, Friday, I will miss you, but I do think I'll enjoy your friend Saturday...and more cake, especially since Saturday, Rindy, and I will be running a good five miles early on to counteract those slices. And the delicious meal at my parents' house to celebrate my dad's birthday (which is Saturday's BFF).

Then Sunday will come? Okay, I'm fine with that. Yes, Saturday, I will mourn your passing, but Sunday will bring worship at church, a matinee with my sweet husband, and...you guessed it: pumpkin cheesecake. And Maggie Moos ice cream cupcakes. Who said you need an actual cake for birthday celebrations?

So, welcome, Friday, I am so glad you are here. You're absolutely fabulous, and I will treasure each moment.

Enjoy.

Random Dozen

(This is my highly lazy random dozen, as I don't even have a photo...and bold also hates me now...)

1. Candy corn: Your thoughts?
Let’s put it this way. When I was shopping for candy for the trick-or-treaters, I passed up the candy corn for ONE reason: it would be gone by Halloween.

2. Briefly, what was the first conversation you ever had with your spouse? (or best friend, if you're not married.) (Or someone significant, like your librarian.)
He doesn’t remember meeting me. I remember meeting him – thought he was CA-UUUTTTEE! He was my survival group leader in the BCM. I ended up dating a friend of his for a while until he wised up and realized I was amazing ;). Now he’s best friends with one of my ex-boyfriends from high school. Who’s married to one of my best friends. Lol!!

3. Could you ever become a vegetarian?
I love hamburgers too much. And Wendy’s chicken (and KFC’s…and Popeye’s). And FISH. And I’m hungry now…

4. Have you ever dressed up your pet in a costume?
Seriously? You’ve seen the pictures. She’s so entering a Halloween costume contest this year, too.

5. Name something about childhood that you miss (like Clark Bars, Teaberry Gum, Malibu Barbie, cracking fake eggs on people's heads with your fist and "It's the Great Pumpkin" airing only once a year).
I miss having no stress. I didn’t worry about anything as a kid. Now I worry about everything. And, yes, I will be competing in the 2012 Olympics in Rio as a Champion Worrier. If I don’t win first for Procrastination.

6. Have you ever won a trophy? If not, what do you deserve a trophy for?
Yes, for worrying. Just kidding!!

I got a lot for dancing when I was little (I think you “received” those, not really “won” them), but I did win a couple of trophies for (gasp) singing.

7. When do you think is the appropriate time to begin playing Christmas music each year?
Whenever you feel like it.

8. What's your favorite board game?
Not really a board game person. I’ll give it the ol’ college try, but I’d rather play something else. Like tennis. I’ll smoke ya (I like trash talking apparently).

9. How do you feel about surprises (receiving, not giving)?
LOVE THEM! Surprise me now! =D

10. Is it easy for you to say, "I'm sorry?"
A few questions must be asked.
1. Do I REALLY feel sorry?
2. Am I apologizing to someone I like or dislike?
3. Is it in person or via e-mail/letter/etc?

11. What is your favorite candle scent?
I love Bath and Body Works’ candles – the pumpkin smells, the winter candy apple smells…ahhh…Must light one now!

12. October is traditionally "open house" time in public schools. If you had a literal open house in your home (like a reception) what light snacks would you serve visitors and what would you show them (as in art projects, graded papers) that would uniquely represent you?
I would serve cupcakes, cookies, and sausage balls, because that’s what I like. As for what represents me…maybe photo albums? Or our extensive book collection (in three separate rooms)? Or books that we’ve written but are unpublished? =D (We also have published works; both of us served in the media for some time.)

Funsies! For MORE funsies, go see Linda!

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I’m trying not to become one of “those” people.

You know the ones: the complainers, the whiners, the “Oh-my-story-is-so-much-worse”ers. I can see the potential in me to become THAT person. “You think being a college student is hard? Try going for your Ph.D.” Or “You drive an hour to class? Try 3.5 hours there and 3.5 hours back.” Or “You don’t even KNOW busy. Busy is my BFF.”

I HATE that person.

I’ve also noticed that people I work with/students/random-ners (love all the made up words in this blog so far) don’t catch my sense of humor. And, granted, it’s very dry. But, after working with me for over two years, you’d think they’d pick up on it by now.

Like my co-worker. He came in my office the other day and mentioned something how we were having to do extra work and not being recognized nor receiving additional pay for it. And I said, “Yeah. I’m not bitter or anything.” NOT serious (well, not totally). He didn’t catch the joke, though.

Or my student. When I smiled sweetly and told him, “You have to do the work or I’m going to fail you.” I’m not kidding. I may be smiling, but inside I’m going to mark a big fat F on your paper. Just saying.

Oh, and for additional funsies, tar is dripping through the roof at work and has made a big puddle on my floor and on my desk. Yes, that’s right: TAR. And it’s wrecking havoc on my asthma, so I’m being forced to move from my office to the student center, which is right beside a coffee shop. Oh, the horrors!

Catch the sarcasm. ;)

FYI, Sunday is my 26th birthday. I’m excited, if for no other reason than I get to say all week, “It’s my birthday week!” And, yes, I believe some Maggie Moos ice cream cupcakes will be involved. And possibly pumpkin cheesecake. Oh, who am I kidding? It’s my birthday, I’ll have both.

(Is it sad that I’m mainly excited about the food for my birthday?)

This is totally random, I know. I apparently love bouncing from subject to subject. I wish I had something super amazing to say, but I really don’t.

Oh, apparently now I twitter. Go figure.

WYAW: Fall time

Oh, Wednesday.

I’m taking a page from Linda’s What’s Your Answer Wednesday questions and focusing on that most fabulous time of the year, fall.

1. What’s your favorite fall/winter comfort food?

2. Which is better – apple cider or hot chocolate?

3. Have you ever played pranks on trick or treaters?

4. Are you dressing up for Halloween?

~My answers ~

1. There are so many…chicken pot pie, gumbo, chili, pot roast, potato soup…and my stomach growls again…

2. I usually stick with hot chocolate (my favorite being Starbucks’ salted caramel hot chocolate; trust me, it’s heavenly), but when my throat’s sore, I love some hot apple cider.

3. Yes. It’s my favorite thing to do. My best prank was when I was in high school and I hid on my parents’ roof dressed all in black, including black gloves and a black ski mask (I’m hardcore, seriously). When trick or treaters would come to the door, I’d lean over and drop down this “ghost” (a sheet over a balloon and tied to a fishing pole) behind them as they were getting their treats so that when they turned around, the ghost was right there. Ah, the joys of the fall season.

4. If there’s a party. Superdog’s definitely dressing up. Going to enter her in a pet costume contest, too. See, I can do this with my dog. I’m going to try to hold back with the kids. Key word there being “try.”

For more WYAW, visit Linda!!!

Bad weather

Superdog hates the rain.

I bet she hates tornados even more.

Friday, Superman was taking a shower, and, when he got out, he noticed a text from our preacher’s son: “Are you okay? I just heard a tornado touched down in your neighborhood.”

That’s right. OUR neighborhood. Our 40-house, maybe half-mile encompassing neighborhood. And Superman was taking a shower.

I’m sure my dog was catatonic under the bed.

The next day we checked the damage to our neighborhood, which was extensive. Our house, thankfully, missed all damage. Which is good since we’re already dealing with the ceiling issues and a non-working toilet. I think that’s enough for now. However, across the street from our house, our neighbors’ tree was struck by lightning, and another neighbor has horrible roof damage.

But less than a mile away…







This is not even the brunt of the damage. About three miles in the opposite direction is the true damage. Fences and trees collapsed, power down for three days, trees in the road…it’s insane. I don’t remember when I’ve seen anything like it before.

And it's STILL raining. It's been raining about two months now. We've had just a few days of sunshine. I'm starting to feel like I live in Seattle...or need to build an ark.

Maybe we can use some of those trees that fell down for lumber...

Trying the Random Dozen AND links to a giveaway

1. On an average, how often do you splurge and buy something for yourself?
Superman would say ALL THE TIME, but, really it’s not that often. About once a week I splurge with a pumpkin spice latte or a white mocha, so let’s go with once a week.

2. Are you more like Hall or Oates? Just kidding. Real question: What is the last creative project you began/finished? Feel free to post a pic of it.
Wow. Has to be last Christmas when I “sewed” Superman a blanket. Misti taught me to do this no-sew blanket, and it’s one of our favorites.

3. OK, Goldie Locks, do you consider your house too big, too little or juuuust right?
Too little!!! Our kitchen in our apartment was bigger than the one in our house! I have mental images of my dream kitchen and dream bathroom. Those are my two “must have” areas.

4. What is your favorite outdoor chore?
I HAVE a favorite outdoor chore? Um…putting bird seed in the bird feeder. Lazy, I know. But I love watching the birds from my window.

5. If you knew that cigarette smoking was not bad for your health but would be a weight loss tool, would you use it? Why or why not?
Ew, no. I hate the smell of cigarettes, and they make your teeth yellow!

6. On a road trip, would you rather drive or ride?
Depends on my mood. Sometimes I LOVE driving, but most of the time, I’d prefer just to ride.

7. What do you consider a trivial pursuit?
Solitaire.

8. This weekend, we downloaded the movie "Duplicity" with Julia Roberts and Clive Owen. Within 5 minutes, I was bored and annoyed, but I kept watching 5-10 minutes at a time hoping it would get better between small chores. I finally gave up and Jorge watched it alone, and then regretted wasting that time because he disliked it intensely, too. So ... how long do you watch a movie or read a book before giving up on it?
I started watching some movie, can’t even remember the name, recently, and the stupidity of it and the lame attempt at jokes made me give it up about 10 minutes in. I was so disappointed, too, because it had Will Arnett in it!
Books? First chapter. I need to be hooked early on.

9. Is there a song that you really love but are embarrassed to admit because it's not cool or it's racy or because it's by Hall and Oates?
We’re on a Hall and Oates kick today, aren’t we? ;) I like Paramore, even though it sounds like a silly high school band.

10. On a scale of 1-10 (10 = extremely) how spontaneous are you?
Probably a 7. Before we got married, I was HIGHLY spontaneous, so much so that I often scared my boyfriend-turned-hubby (seriously). I’ve calmed down, though, and I think it’s for the better, lol!!

11. Are you a food and/or beverage snob?
*Cough* Um, yes. Especially when it comes to my coffee. My co-worker mentioned that since all of us drink coffee, we should start using the big coffee pot in the break room for everyone. I smiled, but I didn’t mean the smile. I will continue to make my coffee using my specially-bought beans and the way I like it.

12. Who/What are you trying to control in your life?
I can’t anymore. I recently came to that conclusion, and I said, “Okay, God, I OBVIOUSLY can’t do it, so You have to.” Silly, I know, but it made me feel so much better because I realized, “Oh, wow. I don’t have to worry about this anymore.” Not that it took all the worry away, but I’m much less panicky now.

Okay, on to another subject: You MUST visit Sara at Interpret Sass today! She's hosting an amazing giveaway -- coffee, a book, AND warm, fuzzy socks. What more could a girl need? Anyway, if the link's not working, click here: http://interpretsasscox.blogspot.com/ Oh, and tell her I sent you, too! =)

Top 10 for weekends, by far

This weekend = epic win.

Rindy and I did the Bark in the Park 5K this weekend (more on that at a later date), and we beat our previous time by 1:30!! I was completely impressed, especially since we really didn't have too hard of a time running it this time, either! But today, let's focus on the love of my life (I probably should include this with Rachel's MM&M...and probably will...).

He and Grant performed a concert Saturday night, after the 5K, and, I've got to say, it really put a good weekend over the top.



Sigh. I love that man.

Some more fun pics from the evening:








Me and my rockstar husband.

For more MM&M magic, visit Rachel!!

No mas

I'm putting my foot down and taking a break from work. Yeah, that's right.

I could tell you all the unnecessary (I feel) junk I'm dealing with, but then I feel like I'd just be working all over again. So I'm not going to do that. I'm going to write and post this blog, and then I am going to read other blogs. It's called a necessary break to rid me of the headache. So there.

I've figured out what Superdog is going to be for Halloween. I had an idea, but it was a little...let's go with unorthodox, so I decided to go for a so-called better costume idea. She's going to be a runner!!

See, here's the deal. Rindy and I are running another 5k this Saturday, and in this one, you can bring your dogs. Well, let's be honest. Superdog would HATE MY GUTS if I made that 6-lb Chihuahua run a 5k. My dad and Puddin' are doing it, but Puddin' is 27-lbs and is used to walking about 3 miles a day. BUT Superdog will be at the 5k cheering me on, and since she is, I registered her as well so she can get a shirt. That's right. Human runners get shirts, and the dogs do, too. So for Halloween, we're dressing her up in the shirt and getting some of those thick ponytail holders to use for leg warmers.

I know. She's going to hate my guts anyway. HAHAHAHA!!!

For your viewing pleasure, the following has been Superdog's Halloween costumes in the past:

A lady bug (last year)


Herself, hehe (2007)


Also, some really cool news on Superman's front. A friend of ours, Grant Terry, opened for Eric Church's concert last week (Church is a country singer, but as I rarely listen to country, I don't really know who he is). Anyway, Grant is singing at an art studio this Saturday, and he asked Superman to play the piano for him!! I'm so excited! I've embedded the pic, but who knows what's up with my blog stuff and why it's not working right, so the URL to listen to Grant's music, in case it doesn't show up, is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biVCSGGp2hQ.



I hope each of you have a beautiful, blessed day!