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Monday, June 30, 2008

I’m only happy when it rains

Do you remember that song? It was kind of altie, but I liked it. And for those of you too young to use the term “altie,” let’s just refer to it as emo. And I more commonly refer to songs like that as “mad at my dad” songs. Moving right along…

I have found something that I (GASP) really enjoy about Houston: summer afternoon thunderstorms. I might not be so pleased about this if I was young and trying to enjoy my summers getting a tan or playing outside. Fortunately I am locked up in my padded prison cell until well after tanning time has come and gone, so the thunderstorms are not so much an interruption to my day as they are added entertainment. I am fortunate enough to sit near a window, so it’s kind of nice to watch the clouds roll in and the wind picks up as the rain comes our way. I know that summer storms are not just a Houston thing, but they seem to arrive almost like clockwork here, and I have taken notice.

This weekend really wasn’t much to blog about, although we did get a lot of rest and spend a lot of time together, so that was a plus. We learned how to play Mexican Canasta with our priest and his wife on Friday night and a good time was had by all. Brian and I are big into playing games, so if you’re ever feeling competitive, please let us know and we would be happy to beat you, er, I mean play you in a game. We especially enjoy Mexican Train (not all of the games we play sound so racially discriminatory, I promise) on dominoes and ERS with cards. But beware, sometimes game-playing doesn’t bring out our sweet and friendly sides.

This week, however, IS something to blog about, as I only have 3 days of work. Yep, my employer is kindly giving those of us in the corporate office July 3rd and 4th off from work. It will be a much needed 4-day weekend, and I am excited to report that Allison and Wade will be coming to Richmond to visit us! We have big plans that include attempting to show Allison and Wade that our area has more to offer than shady Mexican food and dollar stores. We will also be cooking out with our friends, the Scibas, on July 4th, and hopefully catching the nearby fireworks show.

In random townie news, there is a bullfight in Rosenberg on Saturday. I kid you not, it is a legitimate bull fight. Thankfully, the difference is that they won’t kill the bulls after it’s all over. It costs $15 and is held at the Fort Bend County Fairgrounds. If you don’t believe me, go here to read more. Brian insists that nothing cool ever happens in Rich-Rose, and that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity that he must take advantage of. And if Wade decides that spending $15 to watch a bull fight in the nasty carnie-grounds on a warm Saturday afternoon sounds like a fun idea, then the two of them might go together while Allison and I do something else. Anything else.

That's all for now... just 2 more days and 24 more minutes left of my work week- hooray!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Stop being a loser.

So I opened up my spam inbox in gmail yesterday in order to delete its contents and saw an e-mail staring back at me with that very subject line (“Stop being a loser”). If they were planning on getting my attention, it worked. If they were planning on having me open the e-mail, it didn’t work. Now if it had said something like, “Stop being so awesome,” then it might have been a different story.

So guess what was lying dead in the lobby of my department at work yesterday? No, not a person—a cockroach! They are FOLLOWING ME, people. They must have picked up on my scent or something (do cockroaches have noses?). I should also share that while Allison was visiting me this weekend, I found a live one scurrying on top of the trash in my bathroom trash can. I screamed for her assistance, and she came bravely in and asked for a shoe. I gave her one (Brian’s, of course) and she tried several times to smush the little guy. Upon realizing that he was too quick for her to catch, she quickly tied up the trash bag tightly and we took him outside to the trash can, where he hopefully suffocated and then died. Do you think maybe I should have called this blog “Cockroach Diaries”? Just a thought.

Brian is back from his trip now and I am definitely thankful to have him home… who else is going to rub my feet and fill up my water bottle at night? Kidding, I am thankful to have him home because I missed him! And I found that I get lonely very easily. After Allison left on Saturday to head back to Austin, I literally sat in the same spot on my couch for about 8 hours watching tv, getting up only to go to the bathroom and eat. I even turned on our wedding video at one point, and realized how pathetic it was that I was home alone watching our wedding video on a Saturday night. But such is life when you are a newlywed with not a lot of friends in the area and a husband who is out of town, right? I only cried in self-pity a tiny bit, and again, I blame the hormones.

Anyway, Brian and I spent all day Sunday together to catch up on all the bonding time we had missed out on. And through our day together, I discovered 2 things that I really enjoy that I might not have ventured to explore were I not a townie:

1. Dollar stores: Sure they are kind of trashy and you feel like you need to take a bath the instant you leave, but you can get some great deals there! Brian found a garden hoe (not to be confused with a garden ho, which would be a promiscuous woman with a green thumb) for (duh) a dollar, and you would have thought he discovered the wheel. The issue of whether or not we need one is irrelevant (Brian insists that we most definitely do), but the fact that it only costs a dollar makes it so much more appealing. They were also selling bottles of water for 25 cents each! 4 bottles of water for only a dollar! That is a STEAL! (unless you consider the fact that tap water from your own house is free)

2. Star Cinema Grill: This is a theater, much like Alamo Drafthouse in Austin, where you can order food (like at a restaurant) while watching a movie. This particular theater is, again, kind of trashy, and again, you feel like you need to take a bath the instant that you leave. However, it was recently renovated and the food is fairly cheap! But most importantly, they are running a summer special where ALL shows are only $3. THREE DOLLARS. That means that Brian and I can see a movie together for less than what it costs for one of us to see a movie alone most places.

And as a side note, we also found ourselves benefiting from their less than stellar customer service. We ordered a large popcorn (because we are fat kids who support America’s rising obesity rate) and after no sign of the “waitress” in 30 minutes, Brian decided to get up and go get it himself. They politely informed him that they had simply forgotten about our order, and as such, it was free! So please note that we got 2 movie tickets and a large popcorn for a total of $6. You’re jealous, I know.

And so, Richmond, I am thankful to you yet again for showing me your townie ways. What would I ever do without you? (Besides have to bathe less after leaving public places and kill fewer cockroaches)?

P.S.- Apparently this is my 100th blog entry- what an exciting milestone! Looks like it's time to add a page to the scrapbook...

Thursday, June 19, 2008

I blame my hormones.

I just saw the new SPCA commercial with Sarah McLachlan's "Angel" playing in the background and I actually cried a little bit. I was hanging on ok with the flashing pictures of the sweet adopted animals until I heard the words, "Thousands of animals were rescued last year... but for many, it was too late..." And then they showed this tiny little pup with only one eye and then this sad old dog that had to be on the verge of death and OH MY GOSH- WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS TO ME?! I JUST WANTED TO WATCH "FATHER OF THE BRIDE 2" AND GO TO BED PEACEFULLY AND NOW I AM SPINNING INTO A DEEP DEPRESSION FOR ALL THE DYING ANIMALS IN THE WORLD.

Please tell me my reaction is perfectly rational.

Sick day

So I ended up staying home from work today because I was feeling so crummy. Taking a sick day is hard for me to swallow (no pun intended)... it makes me feel as though I am admitting defeat to this stupid cold. But nonetheless, I think a day of rest has served me well because I am feeling at least 823048234 times better than I did last night/this morning.

I feel as though I can't mention the apparent improvement in my health without giving credit where credit is due - to Zicam. Allison suggested that I try this remedy for my cold, and as Brian used up the last of our cold and sinus medicine before he left (thanks, Bri!), I was desperate and willing to try just about anything.

For those of you who haven't used Zicam, it's a cold remedy intended to lessen the severity and shorten the duration of colds (that sounded very professional of me... maybe I should get a role on Grey's Anatomy?). It comes in various forms, including a nose swab (gross), chewable tablets, etc. I opted for the citrus-flavored Rapid Release dissolving tablets with extra Vitamin C. I am supposed to take one every 3 hours until the cold is gone.

Ok so yes, Zicam has proven successful for me so far, but nonetheless there are just a few claims on the box that I would like to dispute:

1. "Great tasting flavor" - Raise your hand if you would describe a chalky cotton ball mixture with a slight hint of an orange sweet tart as "great tasting." No one? Yeah, me neither. I think I would almost prefer to drown some dog poop in a glass of orange juice and consume that instead. Ok... well I actually wouldn't prefer that, but you get the idea.
2. "Quickly dissolves in your mouth" - Quickly, huh? If by "quickly," they mean at the pace of a glacier melting, then they are right on the money. Realistically, it probably doesn't take more than a minute or two to dissolve, but those 60-120 seconds are painful- trust me. I have to will myself with every fiber of my being not to gag or vomit.

So now that I've shared too much information with you about my attempts at getting rid of this pesky cold, I will move along. My day's activities have included watching a lot of tv in bed, talking to Allison on g-chat, and having a front row view of Noah and Buster chasing each other over and over and over again around the same bush outside our bedroom window... coincidentally right next to the spot where Noah buried that squirrel in a shallow grave a couple of months ago. And now a moment of silence for our beloved lost squirrel friend…………………………………………………. RIP, little fellow, RIP.

Now I'm watching High School Musical on the Disney Channel and thinking about how realistic it would be for an entire high school cafeteria full of kids to bust out in a choreographed song and dance number. Who am I kidding though, this movie is amazing, and I think all of us could learn a thing or two from the lyrics of "Stick to the Status Quo" and "Get Your Head in the Game." I think the only thing that would make this movie-viewing more enjoyable for me would be to have a Reese's blizzard from Dairy Queen in my hand. Oh, and not having a Kleenex permanently shoved up my Vicks Vaporub-coated nose. You're welcome for that visual.

Happy almost weekend, everyone!

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Oh, to be young again

So Brian left town again this morning. He’ll be gone through Saturday evening, so I have a few days ahead of me where I have to be a big girl again. As if to initiate me into my 4-day stint of functioning without Brian’s help, a cockroach came eye-to-eye with me literally inches from my face this morning as I was locking the front door on my way out to work. I just looked down, tried not to panic or make any sudden movements, turned the lock calmly, and then ran like h-e-double hockey sticks to my car. If only these creatures knew the power they had over me... I'm sure they would attempt world domination.

Before Brian left, he apparently thought it appropriate to pass his freakish summer cold along to me. So I tossed and turned last night battling a sore throat and a consistent rotation of a stuffy/runny nose. Needless to say, getting out of bed at 5:15 am this morning to get ready for work was not enjoyable. I am now counting down the minutes (58 to be exact) until I can go to CVS at my lunch break and buy some cold medicine. Not the most exciting activity, but at least it's a change of scenery!

And because my cold has turned my brain to mush and I consequently can’t think of anything better to blog about, I am now going to make a list of foods that I used to eat on a semi-regular basis as a kid. Enjoy, and feel free to list some of your favorite foods from the past as well:

- Mootown Snackers cheese strings (and yes, I call them cheese strings and not string cheese)
- Fruit roll-ups
- Fruit-by-the-foots
- Big League chewing gum
- Ring pops
- Fun dip
- Kool-aid Bursts (these were so coveted at our household that Allison and I would hide them from my thief of a brother and label them post-it notes)
- Cheetoh puffs
- Smartfood white cheddar cheese popcorn
- Chewy granola bars (I guess I can’t really call this a food from the past since I still eat one every single day)

After reading this list, I am kind of amazed that I haven’t turned out to be morbidly obese. Guess there’s still time! (And PS, right after I typed that, I turned around and grabbed a handful of Skittles.)

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Townies everywhere would be proud

So on Sunday I decided that I needed to lay out. Somewhere between the tears and the eating at this past week’s funeral events, I managed to reach deep down into my shallow heart and notice that I am, in fact, the pastiest member of our entire extended family. Usually Allison wins this prize, but her unemployment has allowed her some extra one-on-one time with the sun that my cubicle prison life has not afforded me.

So my decision to lay out meant that I needed somewhere to actually do the laying out. We have access to Brian’s parents’ neighborhood pool, but I wasn’t up for the 15-minute drive. Well let me put that more honestly—my pathetic need for instant gratification wouldn’t allow me to wait 15 minutes before doing what I had decided to do. And I once attempted to lay out in our backyard on a towel on the ground, but with all the time spent shooing away the bugs and the dogs, it wasn’t a very successful effort, and as such, I decided not to give it another go.

As I am jogging my brain trying to come up with other options, a light bulb goes off—the driveway of our garage! It’s more private (and less trashy) than the front yard, and it’s a nice flat space that isn’t covered by shade. But the only problem is that I’m not a big fan of lying on the ground, even if it’s on a towel. And then another light bulb went off—Brian could pull his truck into the garage driveway and put his tail gate down!

And yes, friends, that is exactly what I did. In all my townie glory, I laid out in a swimsuit on a brightly covered beach towel in the bed of my husband’s truck in the driveway of our garage. Was I sweating profusely? Yes. Did I feel a little bit trashy any time a car drove by the street just 50 yards away? Yes. But did I get some sun out of the deal? You better believe it! So all in all, I’d say it was a success… both for my skin pigment and my quest to be a true townie.

Monday, June 16, 2008

"Look at me! I'm in a nutshell!" - Spice World

So I haven’t blogged in a week, and it is making me feel like a total slacker. But don't worry, I'm back and ready to blog. Thankfully, Angela, a fellow blog buddy, tagged me to complete this survey, so I didn’t even have to think of a topic for today’s post. Hooray!

1. Favorite Person: Allison & Brian (and anyone else who reads this:)
2. Favorite Food: As if I can only pick one? I’ll stick with the basics: chicken, cheese, and peanut butter
3. Quirks about you: I eat half pieces of gum at a time to make the pack last twice as long.; Instead of burping, my throat makes these growling noises all the time. It’s kind of awkward.
4. How would the person who loves you most describe you in ten words or less? Overly structured, outgoing sass box :)
5. Any regrets in life? Middle school. Ha ha. Or any time I wore printed jorts with the cuffs rolled up?
6. What can you NOT live without? My blankies!!
7. Favorite Blog: Someone I know: Allison’s (because it’s like reading my own- ha ha); Someone I don’t know: http://thebigmamablog.com/
8. Something you can't get enough of: Blogs! Seriously, I love finding new entertaining ones to read… it’s an addiction.
9. Worst job you ever had: No comment
10. What job would you pay NOT to have? A poopsmith, duh.
11. If you could be a fly on the wall anywhere, where would it be? The White House so I could hear what they really talk about all day… surely it isn’t about boring politics all the time
12. Favorite Bible Verse: “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.” – Colossians 3:23
13. Guilty pleasure: Dark chocolate Hershey’s kisses and chips & queso.
14. Got any confessions? I like to watch “The Girls Next Door”… is that so wrong? Allison says I shouldn’t admit to it. Oh, and Brian and I skipped church yesterday. GASP!
15. If you had $1000 to spend on YOURSELF, what would you spend it on? CLOTHES and a couple of new place settings of our china—is that lame?
16. Favorite thing about your house: The big yards! It’s nice to have space. I also like that it’s old and has “character” as Brittany puts it :)
17. Least favorite thing: Um, the cockroaches. And the kitchen floor in general.
18. One thing you are bad at: Like Angela, I have no sense of direction. If you ask me where north is, I will almost always point straight ahead.
19. If you could change one thing about your current circumstances what would it be? I wish Brian and I had a small group Bible Study through our church, and I wish we had more friends our age in the area.
20. Who would you like to meet someday? Paula Abdul. She was my favorite singer EVER when I was in 1st grade and now that I’m a fan of American Idol, I just feel like she and I have a connection. Plus I want to ask why she used a cartoon cat in the music video for “Opposites Attract” instead of a real man.
21. What makes you feel sexy? Cooking dinner and doing the laundry. Ha ha.
22. Who is your real life hero? Can I say Paula Abdul again? HA- kidding. But I hate answering this question, so I am not going to.
23. What is the hardest part of your job? No comment! (If you haven’t noticed, I try my very hardest to avoid blogging about work if at all possible—primarily so I don’t stick my foot in my mouth!)
24. When are you most relaxed? When I’m taking a bath
25. What stresses you out? Disorder in general
26. Favorite Quote: "I'm not sure what I would do if I made cupcakes and everyone that ate them died. I'd feel bad, but I'd probably keep making cupcakes. I think it would be foolish to let something like death stand in the way of my dreams." - Allison Oliver, my twin sis
27. Why do you blog? Because I’m really entertaining and it’s not fair to keep that all to myself… ha ha ok but really, it’s because I enjoy writing and I think some things in my life are too funny not to blog about.
28. Who are you tagging? Everyone who reads this!

And PS- happy 29th anniversary to my in-laws, happy 1st anniversary to my brother, Andrew, and his wife, Kelly, and happy 31st birthday to my big sister, Elizabeth!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Dear Brian, Please come home now.

So I’m here to report the first two casualties of the week at the Joiner household: 1 cricket and 1 cockroach. And I use the term “casualties” very loosely, because if I’m going to be honest, I have to tell you that I was too scared to smush the cockroach, so instead I swept it outside the backdoor. But it’s not in the house anymore (yet), so that counts for something, right?

I know what you’re thinking: “Wow, she is so brave! She should go on Survivor or Fear Factor or some other really intense tv show competition.” And you’re right, I am pretty awesome. But for now I’ll stay home and enjoy not being famous. Because who wants people chasing me with sharpies and asking me to sign their clothing? Not me.

Since I know you were wondering, I have also been handling the dogs just fine on my own. Filling up the water bowls hasn’t been so bad (I haven’t been using a pitcher because it would require too many back and forth trips… these bowls are huge, people), except that every time I crouch down to fill one up, Noah and Buster promptly attempt to lick me to death. Literally they are licking me so quickly and furiously that I think they are trying to eat me. I guess they are just missing their daddy and are taking it out on me.

Probably the biggest fear that I am having to overcome is turning off all of the lights before bed (and therefore being alone in the DARK)… and that is followed closely by my fear of being the person to turn on all of the lights in the morning (and therefore shedding light upon all the potential intruders that have snuck in to abduct me). All things considered, I am surviving my first week at home alone just fine. Although I must admit that watching tv and playing on my computer is much more boring without Brian around.

On a more serious (and sad) note, my grandfather passed away last weekend. Calling him my “grandfather” sounds very formal, but calling him my “grandpa” sounds kind of redneck. So I’m just going to refer to him as what all the grandkids have always called him—Dee. Dee had been suffering from a number of ailments (diabetes, Alzheimers, etc) for some time now, and has spent the last couple of years living in a nursing home. So to say it was a surprise would not quite be accurate. Nonetheless, it is still sad and still hard—especially for my sweet grandmother (again, sounds way too formal) who has spent the last 60+ years by his side. Prayers especially for her are appreciated!

The funeral is later this week and while I would never venture to describe a funeral as fun, I am excited to get to spend some time with my extended fam. The last few years we have had summer weddings as excuses to reunite, and this summer no weddings are on tap, so it looks like this will be the basis for our annual get-together. I know that Dee would be happy to have all the family together just like in the good old days, so hopefully it will be a good time.

Anyway, not much else to report from this wannabe townie, so I’ll leave it at that. Hope y’all are all having a wonderful week!

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Building character

So today we are getting our bathtub re-done and I could not be more excited! Our house has been around for a good 50 + years, and there are few places in the house where its age is more evident than in our “master” bathtub (unless, of course, you count the giant monstrosity in the kitchen that allegedly serves as an oven hood). The tub is a special shade of yellow, has rust around the drain, and the faucets look like they, at one point, dispersed acid (rather than water), because the spouts are jagged and corroded.

In recent weeks, the tub has taken on a charming new feature—parts of it are peeling away. And because there are parts peeling away and flapping wildly in the water, water is going up under the finishing and creating bubbles in other parts of the tub. So needless to say, upon noticing this phenomenon, we quickly asked the church (aka: our landlord) if they would be willing to re-finish the tub and hopefully clear up this little problem. And after Brian did some shopping around to find the best deal, we decided on a company and they are at my house “fixing” the tub as we speak.

Apparently this is a 2-day project, and the church is graciously allowing Brian to work from home today so he can supervise. Of course, control freak that I am, I am having a hard time coping with the fact that strangers are currently in my BATHROOM making a mess and touching my stuff. And while I trust Brian, deep down I want to be the one to be there to make sure nothing goes horribly wrong. How I ever became so territorial and psychotic, I may never know. But I like to blame the fact that I shared the womb with someone and therefore spent most of my childhood clinging desperately to anything that I could call my own.

Anyway, I think the following text message conversation between myself and my husband pretty much sums up how we approach things in life. Please note how I start out reasonably calm, and then somewhere along the lines turn into a little bit of a lunatic. Also, please note my husband's blatant disregard for rules regarding punctuation.:

Me: How’s the tub going?
Brian: Its going…
(For the record, I HATE the ellipses (also known as the “dot dot dot”)… it is so foreboding and is almost never followed by good news.)
Me: Why the dots?
Brian: It is smelly
Me: How smelly? Open a window if needed! Don’t let them make a huge mess outside of the tub!
Brian: I will take care of everything (in my mind, this OBVIOUSLY implies that a great deal has already gone wrong and thus there is a lot to take care of)
Me: What have they done?! What are you not telling me?
Brian: Chill woman! Nothing is wrong
Me: Ok just checking :)
Brian: You crazy

Most days I feel sorry for Brian for being married to a crazy person. But then I stop and tell myself that his having to put up with me builds character. So Brian, you can thank me later :)

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

How do I live without you?

The following were the top 3 (and only) news headlines listed under a link to cnn.com on my igoogle home page:

"Obama reaches historic milestone"
"Obama's potential running mates"
"Obama shows strong in Montana"

Um, seriously? There is nothing more exciting/interesting going on to even make it into the top 3? Lame. But I guess that’s what I have to look forward to reading on the news for the next 5-6 months. Boo.

Allison and Wade are en route to Texas now, and when I last spoke to her on the phone, they had just finished driving through snow. SNOW. White frozen precipitation. Meanwhile I feel my skin melting every time I walk outdoors, and have to use miscellaneous items to help me maneuver my steering wheel when I first get in the car for fear that touching it will cause me to instantly light on fire. It is simply amazing to me that there could be snow falling in any part of the world right now while we are enduring such heat. How self-centered am I?

Anyway, while I am obviously very excited to have the Olivers back in our time zone, I do feel sorry for them having to leave their friends and glorious weather. I know it was hotter there last summer than it was here in Texas (due to rain-fest 2007), but it’s not looking like it’s going to be a wet and/or cool summer here in the Lone Star State, so I have a feeling they are going to be kicking themselves for leaving. Oh well, too late now, right sis?

As I am preparing (mentally) for Brian to leave next week, there are a few issues that I am having to sort out:

Issue # 1: What on earth am I supposed to do if I see a cockroach in the house? With our recent track record, it is likely that I will spot at least 2-3 of them in a 5-day period. I have a hard enough time looking at them, let alone killing them, so I’m thinking that Brian will arrive home from camp to find a few upside down cups around the house where I have strategically trapped the little intruders. But part of me thinks that if roaches can fly, surely they are strong enough to knock over a cup. If I’m convinced that one can be resurrected from the dead and climb out of the toilet, then believing that one can escape from a cup is not too far-fetched in my line of thinking.

Issue # 2: How am I supposed to re-fill the dogs’ water bowls multiple times a day? I like to think of myself as being in fairly good shape, but for some reason the act of squatting down to the water spout, turning it on with one hand and holding the bowl full of water with the other, and then managing to stand back up and walk over to where the bowl sits without spilling it is a HUGE challenge for me. And I am supposed to do this at least twice a day? How pathetic am I that this is a concern to me?

The good news is that the house will stay clean (Brian makes a great effort, but he occasionally leaves a pair of shoes out or crumbs on the counter), and I can get ready with the lights on (!!!) and the tv on (!!!). As you can plainly see, I am very co-dependent, so this trip he’s taking will be good preparation for the TWO trips he will be taking without me in July. My life is so hard :)

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Juicy tiki torches

Am I the only one tempted to punch myself in the face after reading that phrase? Thank you to Brian and Allison for giving me a title for this post. Not much has changed since I wrote today’s earlier entry about 7.5 hours ago, unless you consider the day moving at an even more painfully slow glacial pace a change.

If you’re like me, then boredom inevitably leads to eating. It is shocking to me that my body can so easily confuse the concept of hunger and that of boredom, but it literally happens all the time. I ate my afternoon snack at 2:45 pm… a good 45 minutes earlier than my designated afternoon snack time simply because I have nothing going on. And by the time 4 pm rolled around, I was so bored/hungry (hard to say which at this point) that I had (yes, had) to go upstairs to the vending machine and get another snack. Since I know you are curious, the snack I chose was BBQ Baked Lay’s. What a great snack for someone who conducts interviews all day to eat, right? I am fairly certain that I can’t get the smell of those chips out of my breath or off of my hands without some serious bathing (and unfortunately my work place doesn’t offer that service), so any unfortunate applicants that have to talk with me will just have to deal with it.

Some unfortunate news—my hubby will be abandoning me to go run a camp next week, so I will be spending an entire week alone in our house. I guess I won’t be completely alone since Noah and Buster will be there, but I can imagine what kind of protection they would offer should something go wrong: Intruder enters back door through the alley. Dogs go crazy and are poised to attack. Squirrel runs by and dogs are instantly and permanently distracted. Intruder breaks in and kidnaps me. The end.

But seriously, I will feel much better knowing that my two furry friends will be keeping me company in my time at home alone, because I am admittedly still somewhat of a scared-y cat. I don’t particularly mind the dark as long as Brian is around, but I regress to 4-year-old behavior when he is gone… as in, I will leap from the floor to my bed so as to avoid the monster that might grab my ankles from under the bed. That’s rational, right?

So if I suddenly and mysteriously stop updating my blog some time next week, please assume I have been abducted and call the authorities. Thanks. :)

Shorty wanna thug

Have y’all heard that "Lollipop song"? It is permanently stuck in my head, along with the lyrics to “Low” (“apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur…”). I think there should be a self-help group for this kind of problem.

Well it’s Tuesday and for some reason it’s feeling more like a Monday—I am just dragging today, people. I felt like I was carrying 10 extra pounds on my work-out this morning (and due to this past weekend’s binge eating, maybe I was), and the fact that the YMCA decided that 80 degree weather at 5 am did not warrant the use of air conditioning didn’t help. So here I sit in my cubicle, tired, a little bit sore from yesterday’s usage of my new “Biggest Loser” work-out DVD, and wondering how on earth it is possible that I have only been at work for 80 minutes when it feels like eternity.

As many of you know, Allison’s last day at work was on Friday, and she is spending this week packing/moving to Texas. I am obviously very excited about this for several reasons, but since she is busy with pre-moving preparations, she is not available to e-mail me hourly, and thus I am adding boredom to my list of ailments this morning. But all things considered, I am still in a good mood!

The birthday weekend was wonderful, and thank you to all who e-mailed, texted, facebooked, and called. To those of you who forgot, better luck next year :o) Brian planned a “very townie birthday” for me on Saturday, and it was indeed the pinnacle of our quest for townie-hood thus far. The day’s itinerary went as follows (and for those of you who are as obsessed with food as I am, I have included what I ate throughout the day):

7:30 am—went for a run with my new running shoes and ipod (b-day presents courtesy of my parents)
8:15 am—went to breakfast at Richmond Coffee Station with Brian (“very berry” smoothie and half a blueberry muffin)
9 am-12 pm—showered, got ready for the day, responded to facebook wall posts, waiting for Brian to finish up something at the church, played Mario Kart
12 pm-1 pm—“surprise” lunch at Sandy McGee’s with my mother-in-law, Camille (priest’s wife), and the Scibas (half a turkey sandwich and a side of fruit salad… plus 8 million of their little toasted bread things)
1 pm-2 pm—townie photo shoot! I don’t have any of the pics on this computer, but trust me when I say that we hit some of Richmond’s hot spots and Brian acted like I was auditioning for America’s Next Top (Townie) Model
2 pm-3:30 pm—shopping around town
3:30 pm-5:30 pm—snow cones and hanging out with Shannon (cherry vanilla was my flavor of choice); this is also when Brian gave me my b-day present—new patio furniture complete with tiki torches (note: “tiki” is an extremely irritating word)! Now we can have cook-outs, so please come visit :)
6 pm-7 pm—dinner at Italian Maid (again, I ate a lot of bread before the meal; for dinner I had pesto chicken and vegetables)
7 pm-9 pm—a trip to the observatory at Brazos Bend State Park… we saw Mars! (it was a microscopic red dot)
9 pm—ended the night with a bang by eating left-over cookies (courtesy of Terrie!) and going to bed… we are old and married, I know.

And that’s pretty much my townie birthday in a nutshell! I am looking forward to re-celebrating with my sissy this weekend when I help her and Wade get settled in their new apartment in Austin. A trip to Hula Hut is on the itinerary and I am already salivating just thinking about the chips I will be eating… is that sad?