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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

The moral of the story: listen to your mom.

So with the start of school this week, teachers and moms are understandably blogging about the first day of school. Well I don’t fall into either of those categories, but I might as well jump on the bandwagon anyway, right?

My first day of school (ever) (not counting pre-school)

The day before Kindergarten was spent like most summer days—playing outside. Some time late that afternoon/early evening, my brother and his best friend (aka: partner-in-crime) were playing a totally cool game that involved jumping from our porch over the bushes and onto the lawn. Daredevils, I know. Being the hot shot 5-year-old that I was, I had no choice but to join in, or else I risked having two 8-year-old boys think I was a pansy. And with a reputation to protect (clearly), I just couldn’t have that.

Well this would have been just fine and dandy, except for the fact that I was breaking my mom’s cardinal rule by playing outside with (duh duh duh) NO SHOES ON. Playing outside barefoot always leads to trouble, FYI. So anyway, I took a running leap across the front porch, and to my amazement, I cleared the bushes! Sadly, I didn’t have much time to relish in my victory as I quickly realized that I had landed one foot right on top of the metal flowerbed liner and had managed to cut my foot open. Big trouble.

I rushed inside to calmly inform my mom of the incident, at which time she simultaneously lectured me about the risks of playing outside with no shoes on while swooping me into the car to take me to the emergency room. I had to get stitches and they had to wrap my foot in bandages, and I left the hospital with warnings not to run on it or put too much pressure on it.

Well fast forward to the next morning: I excitedly got ready for the big day and was ready to finish off my outfit with a brand new pair of pink Keds. Let it just suffice to say that I was a little upset that I couldn’t tie up the laces of my Keds because my gigantic wrapped foot wouldn’t fit snuggly inside with the laces tied. Disappointment # 1 of my first day of school.

I don’t remember anything else about the day except for disappointment # 2: it was time for recess and, like my cool new Kindergarten friends, I wanted to spend my time running around and playing tag, or something equally athletic and challenging. I remember very clearly when my teacher called me over and gently reminded me that I wasn’t supposed to be running on my gimp foot. Um, embarrassing.

How does the story end, you ask? My foot healed (with no scar!) and I was soon able to join along in the romping at recess. And don’t you worry, I continued to rock those pink Keds on a regular basis… WITH the laces tied.

Oh, and here's a picture of me when I was little. I was probably 3 or 4 here, so not quite Kindergarten-aged, but close enough!

Monday, August 25, 2008

Round 2

Ok so I already did one copy and paste entry for today, but I’m feeling ambitious (or maybe too lazy to write a real one?), so here goes another:

Never in my life have I been: skiing!
The person who can drive me nuts is: there are so many… Brian does a pretty good job of it, but I think he secretly enjoys it :o)
High school: Westlake… there’s no one like ’01, baby.
When I'm nervous: I sweat and avoid eye contact.
The last song I listened to was: “I’ve Loved Enough to Know” on my old school Deana Carter cd.
If I were to get married right now my best man/maid of honor would be: my sissies! (this already happened)
My hair is: straight today.
When I was 5: I moved into our new house on Amherst… I think.
Last Christmas: I spent in Santa Fe with Brian and my fam—it snowed on Christmas night!
I should be: sitting up straight. I have posture issues at work.
When I look down I see: my keyboard.
The happiest recent event to occur was: this weekend—we got to see lots of couple friends!
If I were a character on 'Friends' I'd be: Monica, no doubt about that.
By this time next year: I’ll have another niece or nephew!
I have a hard time understanding: messy people. And my husband. But those are sort of synonymous :o)
There's this girl I know that: wears polka-dot granny panties.
You know I like you when: I joke around with you.
If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: Brian and Allison. Simultaneously, preferably.
Take my advice: Colossians 3:23
The thing I want to buy: an extra place setting of our china. Lame, I know.
If you visited the place I was born: you would want to go shopping.
I plan to visit: my peeps in College Station next month!
I'd stop my wedding if: the church set on fire while we were in it?
The world could do without: pickles. And the state of New Jersey.
Most recent thing I've bought myself: a new dress, and I’m wearing it today!
Most recent thing someone else bought me: Brian bought my lunch yesterday?
My middle name is: Nelson (used to be Jane)
In the morning I: have a very scheduled routine!
Once, at a bar: I ordered a Sprite.
Last night I was: watching “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” with Brian.
There's this guy I know who: is really good at imitating Chinese Olympic judges.
If I was an animal I'd be: a baby penguin.
A better name for me would be: Demanda. Ha.
Tomorrow I am: one day closer to Labor Day!
Tonight I am: going to Bible Study.
My birthday is: one of my favorite days of the year!

Tag, you're it.

I was tagged by Bonnie to list 6 random things about myself. I think I have already done this one before, but hopefully I can come up with 6 new and exciting things that you might not already know about me.

Here are the tagging rules:
1. Post the rules on your blog
2. Write 6 random things about yourself
3. Tag 6 people at the end of your post
4. If you're tagged, DO IT and pass on the tag

1. I almost lost the top of my middle finger on my right hand while playing a game of “elevator” with my brother when I was 2.

2. I’m 25, married, and yet I still sleep with my blankies every single night. Brian really appreciates this, as you can imagine :).

3. If I didn’t worry about fat grams or calories, I would eat chicken fingers and French fries several times a week.

4. I check facebook every weekday at 6:20 am while I eat my breakfast. I am the ultimate facebook stalker.

5. I have used the same brand of face wash every day since I was 12- no lie! (click here to see what it is)

6. I quit drinking caffeine when I was in the 9th grade for no particular reason. I haven’t had a single caffeinated soft drink in 11 years!

Now, to pass this on. I tag the following people:
(That's 7- I cheated.)

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

I think I have frost bite

“McDonald’s, McDonald’s, Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut, Pizza Hut.” Does anyone remember that song? We learned it in elementary school, but I really have no idea why. I’m sure now they teach the kids songs about tofu and avoiding trans-fat in the food you eat. Oh, to return to the good old days…

Guess what. I don’t have ANYTHING to report about the Olympics today! I didn’t watch them at all yesterday (that has to be some kind of record), so I’ll save any commentary for future posts. I also didn’t watch the premier of The Hills last night, so please don’t let me know what happened. As with all episodes of The Hills, I’m sure it was life-changing and monumental. And that Spencer acted like an idiot.

It’s cloudy and rainy outside, and when you combine that with the fact that my office thermostat is currently set at “Arctic Tundra,” I have tricked myself into believing that the summer has gone and Fall is just around the corner. I know the weather is just playing a cruel trick on me, however, and that our fiery inferno temperatures will continue until the end of the summer (aka: December). I hate to be so clichĂ© and blog about the weather, but if I’m not talking about the Olympics, I have to fit in somehow.

Brian has decided to take this week off from work and my bet is that he is currently either curled up on the couch (messing up the arrangement of the decorative pillows, no doubt) watching a really lame movie on tv OR he is playing video games. And even though neither of those activities sounds particularly appealing to me right now, I am admittedly jealous. If I was at home for the week, I would obviously be participating in more sophisticated activities, like watching all 4 hours of the Today Show, or playing Typer Shark on yahoogames.

And because I don’t have much else to talk about, I will leave you with this article. Maybe it’s my hormones, but I think it might be one of the most depressing things I’ve ever read!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Blah blah The Olympics blah blah

I think I have acid reflux disease. And I found myself muttering under my breath yesterday about how good clothes are just way too expensive these days. Why do I feel like pretty soon I’m going to be wearing Depends and eating at Luby’s on a semi-regular basis? And here’s another question—would that really be so bad? Assuming Luby’s makes sure the mac & cheese doesn’t get cold, it would probably be a pretty enjoyable way to spend life. But anyway, I’ll move on.

We ended up making bbq chicken pizza for the Joiners this weekend (a recipe sent to us many moons ago by the Olivers), and it was pretty tasty. Only problem is that the bbq sauce was a tad spicy and I’m afraid that (combined with the 8 million times I ate out last week) set the alleged acid reflux into motion. Regardless, I survived to tell the tale so I won’t complain.

It has been raining here off and on for the past 3 days and I must say I am really enjoying it. I know everyone complained last summer when it rained more days than it didn’t, but I must say that anything that keeps the temps down is a-ok with me. I will say that the humidity that results from the on/off rain is stifling to say the least, but I’ll take it.

I went to get a pedicure with my sis-in-law this weekend—a treat I only allow myself a couple of times a year—and it was pretty wonderful. It really doesn’t take much to make a pedicure wonderful for me, sadly. They could just let me sit there with my feet in the hot water for an hour and I’d leave pleased. But they went several steps further and topped it all of with a nice shiny coat of OPI’s “Cajun Shrimp”—how appropriate considering my recent trip to the Cajun holy land, aka: the swamps of Louisiana.

Also, while we were getting our pedicures and chatting about life’s most important issues (Chi Omega and Shannon’s summer adventures at camp), we noticed something amazing on tv—a trampoline competition in the Olympics! Granted, I think it’s a little silly that an event involving trampolines is considered an Olympic sport, but I can’t deny that it’s entertaining. Not quite as entertaining as watching the beach volleyball girls prance around in their underwear (count me out of that one, please) or the underaged Chinese gymnasts, but it comes close.

(And by the way, I dare you to read a blog or news article that doesn’t discuss the Olympics these days. It’s like uncontrollable verbal vomit. Guilty as charged.)

And speaking of the Olympics, does anyone else think it’s a pretty bold move for “The Hills” to air their season premier tonight? I’m not saying I won’t be watching it, but still, it’s a very gutsy move considering everyone has been glued to the tv screens watching the Olympics like it’s crack. But let’s be honest, sometimes LC and Heidi are just more interesting than watching men race each other in circles around a track. Because unlike with sports, catching a re-cap of “The Hills” still doesn’t tell the whole story. (Side note: my husband will argue that this statement is not true, and that it is, in fact, necessary to watch a sporting event in its entirety. But I will stand by my opinion that knowing the final score is just as good.) (Side side note: I am just declaring this opinion to be stubborn and get a rise out of my husband.)

By the way, we failed to do anything really townie this weekend. We did attend the Kenny Chesney concert (and left before he actually went on stage), but unless you count walking through the ghetto to get to Pappasitos as a townie event, then we failed to move forward in our townie quest. We might need to hit up Richmond Coffee Station (“RCS” if you’re a local) this week to make up for it. I’ll keep you posted.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Only in the south

So I recently made a trip to Lafayette, Louisiana for work. If you have never been to Louisiana, I highly recommend it—it is almost like being on another planet. I probably shouldn’t say that, considering that my wonderful in-laws grew up there, but I think they would agree with me that there really isn’t anywhere on earth quite like it.

While I was resting in my hotel room, I decided to watch some tv and landed quickly on the local news. Now in Louisiana’s defense, the news station was actually based in Mississippi, but let me just say I was pretty shocked at the poor fashion sense displayed by the news anchors. It almost looked like they broke into my mom’s closet back in 1980 and decided to throw a few things together and call it an outfit. I guess I have gotten spoiled by the always classy and witty Owen and Lauren on Houston’s channel 2 news, so maybe I have just turned into a news-snob. Forgive me.

But anyway, I also had the privilege of viewing a really amazing commercial for a gift shop. They were scanning through pictures of some of their items (silver picture frames, jewelry boxes, etc.) and talking about how practical their gifts are. I immediately had a “I have to blog about this asap” moment when I heard the following phrase: “Our gifts are perfect for all special occasions—weddings, birthdays, showers, and tailgate parties.” Yes, tailgate parties. Only in the south would a reoccurring weekend event involving burgers, beer, and football be lumped in with “special occasions.” And maybe I missed something, but since when does tailgating involve special gifts?

I also had the treat of eating at a Shoney’s in Louisiana on my way home from the trip. If you have never been to a Shoney’s, I wouldn’t exactly recommend it. It was like stepping into an alternate universe… one in which I immediately felt compelled to throw on a pair of jorts and cut my hair into a mullet. All I’m saying is that the lunch buffet included liver and onions, and that the decoration “theme” for the restaurant was colored balloons. I sort of felt like I was crashing a child’s birthday party. But that would be assuming that the child’s birthday party theme was 1950s redneck.

Because I haven’t mentioned bugs in a while (at least 1+ weeks), I think you should know that there was a ginormous spider on our kitchen floor this morning. When I saw it, I very calmly (ha) yelled to Brian that the world’s largest spider was in our kitchen and he needed to come get it, stat. He bravely captured it with a paper towel and threw it away. But what is really gross is that when I looked closely at the floor, I saw a few spider babies fleeing the scene. Apparently we killed a mommy spider. And I only feel a little bit bad about it.

You should all be proud: I have stayed up “late” watching the Olympics two nights in a row now! After watching some of the swimming competitions last night, I have come to the conclusion that some of those athletes swim faster than I run. It’s sad, but I’m pretty sure it’s true. And I’m ok with that, because it means that while they are working out and trying to shave one hundredth of a second off of their time, I can make semi-frequent trips to Dairy Queen and spend hours playing on facebook without feeling all that guilty about it. Oh, idleness, how I love thee.

Ok that’s about all for now… I know we haven’t been very townie lately, but hopefully we will get back into the townie groove this weekend. I’ll let you know how that goes.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Long live the ice cream man

A conversation I had recently:

Other person: “So where is Sugar Land?”
Me: “It’s just southwest of Houston.”
Other person: “Well, what about if you’re coming from the East?”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Other person: “Where is it if you are coming from the East?”
Me: “Um… it’s still on the southwest side of Houston.”
Other person: “Even if you’re coming from the East?”

Um, did I miss something? I have been labeled as directionally challenged before, but I think this person might just have it worse than I do.

So Brian and I had a fun-filled anniversary mini-vacation this past weekend. We went to Austin (briefly) and to San Antonio. It wasn’t quite the same as honeymooning at an all-inclusive resort on the beach in Mexico, but hey, we'll take what we can get. As is expected, we did a lot of eating, and a lot of walking around. And in case you didn’t realize, it’s August. In Texas. So yes, we did almost melt. I never realized just how dependent I am on my daily water intake until I found myself dehydrated, sweating like a pig, and throwing a temper tantrum in downtown San Antonio in which I declared I hate vacations, I hate Texas, and I want to move to Alaska. I would like to blame my irrational behavior on the heat, but it’s more likely just a personality defect :o)

It was good to get back home and into our normal routine, which as of lately, includes watching countless hours of the Olympics. Sadly it seems like a lot of the real action happens after I go to sleep, so I end up wasting precious time watching boxing and sand volleyball until bedtime, only to see the clips of the exciting events on the news the next morning. Such is life when you live like a senior citizen.

Brian and I are BOTH going to be in town (yes, the same town!) this weekend, so that’s pretty exciting. My goals for the weekend include thoroughly cleaning the house (Brian’s favorite weekend activity), grocery shopping, sleeping, and not eating absurd amounts of tortilla chips. I think I have a pretty good shot at achieving all of those, so we’ll see how it goes… always aiming high, I know. Oh, and we are also making dinner for Brian’s parents on Saturday night—should be fun times! Haven’t decided what’s on the menu yet, but I’ll be sure to keep you posted.

And in townie news, the ice cream man has been cruising around the neighborhood lately! We haven’t gotten anything from him, but I must say that hearing that familiar tune play on his truck does take me back to my childhood. Allison and I chased our neighborhood ice cream man down so frequently growing up that he finally just started parking in front of our house to wait for us to come out. Now that I read that, it sounds a little bit creepy, but trust me, it was legit. And I am laughing at the image that must be coming to your mind—two morbidly obese twin girls waddling down the street in pursuit of the ice cream man.

That’s about all I have for today—mainly because every time I turn around to write a new paragraph, I keep getting distracted. So I will try to blog again later this week. Until then, have a good one!

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

The not-so-tropical storm

So as many of you might have heard, Tropical Storm Edouard (who spells it like that?) made landfall on the Texas coast today. Here in the H-town area, we are supposed to see wind, rain, and possibly some tornadoes. A lot of business and school districts are closed for the day, but as luck would have it, here I am at work. Such is life.

And here's a thought- doesn't "tropical storm" sound like a bit of an oxymoron? When I think "tropical," I think happy, beachy thoughts. When I think "storm," not so much. Maybe it's just me.

Ok so typically I am admittedly a glass-half-empty kind of person… quick to see the negative in a situation. This is a bad habit, I’m aware! But thankfully I married a glass-half-full kind of guy to balance me out :) So anyway, I am going to surprise you by sharing what I find to be some of the benefits of a hurricane/tropical storm:

1. Less traffic—if most people don’t have to be out during bad weather, they stay home, therefore freeing up the normally busy roads for the rest of us!

2. Cooler weather! Wind + rain = lower temps, and here in Texas, we are always up for lower temperatures in the summer time.

3. Added excitement—nothing makes a dull day seem more interesting like watching a giant red/yellow/green blur move across a digital map.

4. Hunkering down… you have to admit that the idea of curling up on the couch in the dark while it’s raining outside sounds kind of appealing, regardless of whether or not there are lives at stake.

Just call me Mrs. Optimistic! And then maybe I can marry that cartoon guy on the car commercials named Mr. Opportunity… that would be fun times.

Speaking of fun times, Brian and I had a wonderful first anniversary yesterday—thanks to all the well-wishers! Some of the highlights: a pretty bouquet of flowers brought to me at work, a surprise lunch at the Cupcake CafĂ©, and a very tasty (and filling) dinner at Perry’s… finished off with a “Happy Anniversary” cheesecake, compliments of the restaurant. If you ask me, we should have anniversaries more often!

Have a great day, readers, and try to steer clear of Edouard. Oh, and if you could please pray for me to get out of work early, I would appreciate it. Thanks.

And PS- Happy 2nd anniversary to the Olivers!

Monday, August 4, 2008

366 days later...

Ok so I feel like I just blinked and all of a sudden a whole year went by… isn’t it crazy how some phases in life just seem to drag along, and others just fly right by? Today marks exactly 366 days (hooray for Leap Year!) since Brian and I got hitched. So much has happened since then, but I would swear that it was just yesterday that we were standing at the front of the church, whispering jokes that we only later discovered were all recorded by our wedding videographer :o).

In the last year, we have experienced many transitions together: a new house in a new town (new to me anyway), new jobs for both of us, a new church (new to me anyway), sharing a living space for the first time, new dogs, and many more. There have been some moments that have made me a little bit crazy (ie: when our washing machine temporarily flooded part of the kitchen, Brian’s lovely habit of leaving the shower head on, and my seemingly endless job search), but I wouldn’t trade a single one of them. And don’t get me wrong, there have also been plenty of moments where I have thought to myself, “How did I ever survive life without him (Brian)?” (ie: when our washing machine temporarily flooded part of the kitchen, the intruder (aka: the picture frame that fell) in the middle of the night, and every time I’ve watched an episode of “Grey’s Anatomy” and had someone to share it with).

If you aren’t married, I highly recommend it. And if you are married, I hope and pray that marriage has been as much of a joy (even in its frustrating moments) for you as it has been for us. And now, rather than do a repeat of reasons why I love Brian (because I do!), I’m instead going to share the top 10 things I love the most about being married. I tried to keep it as minimally sappy as possible!:

1. ALWAYS having someone to talk to. Because I grew up with an identical twin who was at my side at all times, this was huge for me. He is not only someone to talk to, but also someone to accompany me to the grocery store, to walk the dogs with me, to eat dinner with me, etc. It’s a real dream come true if you are insecure and/or have social anxiety issues- ha ha!

2. An excuse not to have any weekend plans. Even if we have no plans at all, saying, “Brian and I are just going to hang out- probably go out to eat or something,” sounds way cooler than, “I’m going to sit at home and play on facebook by myself while watching countless episodes of ‘Law and Order.’”

3. The motivation to learn how to cook! I’m no expert, but having a hungry husband certainly has taught me how to throw a few things together.

4. It’s cost-efficient! Ha ha lame, but true. Not that we pay rent, but if we did, it would be half the cost! And plus, none of my milk ever goes to waste because there is always someone else there to drink it.

5. Wedding presents. I think the wedding registry was the best invention ever. If it weren’t for our gift registry, we would still be eating off of Brian’s hand-me-down Texas-themed plates (and no, Terrie, there is nothing wrong with those plates! :o)

6. A permanent date! Except when he is out of town, I never have to worry about who I am going to take to weddings, or really to anything for that matter. And he is the perfect date- he doesn’t require babysitting, and always offers to go with me for my second (or 10th) trip to get more cheese cubes from the buffet.

7. A built-in bed warmer. Sometimes this can be a problem (for example, when it’s August in Houston), but in the winter (especially when we couldn’t figure out how to work our heater), having that extra body in the bed was a huge help!

8. A travel companion. For some reason, now that I’m married, I want to go on trips all the time. I guess it’s because now I know I have someone who will enjoy doing the same things (for the most part) and will share the cost of a hotel room with me :o).

9. A view of myself that I never saw before. If you want to get to know yourself better, get married! I have learned a lot about myself in the past year… including how selfish I can be! But it really is fun to see myself through Brian’s eyes, and to see life from his perspective... even if it is often drastically different from my own.

10. A best friend. Brian is someone who knows just about everything about me, and loves me just the same. That is a rare thing to find!

So cheers to one year of marriage, and cheers to many more to come! I love you, Brian!

Friday, August 1, 2008

Just a thought... or ten.

Ok so this is random, but has anyone else ever noticed how elusive the people are that change the prices on gas station signs? I think in my entire life, I have actually seen the number-changing take place maybe twice. And if you consider how many gas stations I have passed by in my life, that is a pretty small number. So if you want my opinion (and let's be honest, I'll give it regardless), the price changing peeps should really consider switching to a career with the CIA or something. It is a rare talent to go unnoticed so easily.

Also, I have to share a small (ok, major) victory with you all. For Brian's 24th birthday last year, I attempted to make him a peach cobbler. This birthday took place during our engagement, and some time before then, Brian had decided that he wanted to have a cobbler in place of a groom's cake, so I thought it would be a nice little surprise. Welllllll it would have been nice, had I known that baking soda and baking powder weren't the same thing and didn't consequently present him with a foul-smelling brown spongey disaster for his birthday. He is sweet and "ate" it anyway, but I wouldn't be surprise if he vomited it up later.

Anyway, moving on to the point. Our anniversary is on Monday, and Brian has been out of town all week. So I thought it would be a nice surprise to have a peach cobbler waiting for him upon his return as an early anniversary present. And guess what- it was a success! I didn't take a picture, so you'll just have to take my word for it. I will, however, post a picture of the one I attempted to make for his birthday, as well as one of the cobbler served at our wedding. Can you tell which one is which?!

As Allison mentioned in her most recent post, the Nelson family has 3 anniversaries to look forward to this next week. Ford and Elizabeth (my oldest sister) celebrate 6 years on Sunday, Brian and I celebrate 1 year on Monday, and Allison and Wade celebrate 2 years on Tuesday. And if that's not enough, Ford's birthday is on Monday as well! (And just as a side note, Kelly and Andrew's anniversary is June 16th, which is also Elizabeth's birthday AND my in-laws' anniversary... apparently our family likes to pile everything onto the calendar at one time:). So that's pretty exciting. I will try to do an anniversary post at some point in the next few days, so be on the look-out.

Hmm... what else to report... oh, this is exciting: I got a little sunburned last weekend when we went out to the pool, and so my face and scalp have started peeling. It's a pretty attractive combo, really, because it leaves people wondering not only if I have chronic dry skin, but a bad dandruff problem on top of it. I suppose that's what I get for putting sunscreen on everywhere except my face and part! I know, I know, the problems I deal with on a daily basis are pretty much unbearable.

Well I'm off to spend my Friday night like all of the cool kids do- watching tv, eating a sweet potato for dinner, and reading my book until Brian gets home. Can you stand the excitement? I can't.