Nothin' says Christmas like balls o' peanut butter. These were a holiday staple at my house growing up. So instead of just e-mailing this recipe to my dad, I decided to share it with all of my loyal readers. (Jen... Lon likes these too. Start cookin'.)
Mom's Peanut Butter Balls
1 c powdered sugar
1 c peanut butter
1 c graham cracker crumbs
2 T melted butter
Chocolate almond bark
Mix the first four ingredients together until smooth. Shape into balls and dip in melted almond bark and place on waxed paper to cool.
Easy and delicious! Merry Christmas.
Friday, November 30, 2007
So hot even the men love him...
And to continue our discussion of the Sexiest Men/Women in the World, according to another blog, Esquire magazine is soliciting input from its readers for the 2008 Sexiest Woman Alive contest. The finalists? Jessica Alba, Adriana Lima, Salma Hayek, Beyonce, and TOM BRADY. Yes, really. I'm not sure what that means, but I choose to believe that he's hot to both genders. Hotter than Giselle. The other interesting thing? Not a blonde in the bunch.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
God bless my barrenness
Every once in a great while, I see a sleeping child or get a whiff of baby powder, and I wonder if I'm missing something by being childless. What's better than a hug from a sweet baby or those beautiful infant yawns?
Thankfully God, in His infinite wisdom, gives me the opportunity to kidsit anytime I feel bad about my barrenness.
After work I drove to Maumelle to pick up Huey, Dewey and Louie from daycare. After showing my driver's license three times and searching for backpacks, artwork, and jackets, I was finally allowed to take the little jewels into my capable care. In the days of Amber Alerts, it's certainly comforting to parents to know the strict security one must go through in order to pick up a child from daycare, but I swear, it was easier to get into the Oval Office when I visited the White House than it was to pick up three wild kids who, although they might prefer someone else, obviously knew me.
All three boys pile into the back seat of the TrailBlazer. I walk around to buckle Peyton, who says, "I do it myself." Fine. So I walk back to the driver's side, fasten my own seatbelt, look back, and he's still sitting there. Then he says, "Oops. I tan't do it myself."
On the way to dinner, we discuss who will win the Cowboys/Packers game. Brady and Ave both pick Dallas. Peyton insists he "don't like any playas except Peyton Manning." Boy he's loyal to his namesake. Lonnie and Jen should have named him Terrell.
Next we're off to Beef o' Brady's, Maumelle's answer to a sports bar. Brady orders chicken nuggets and curly fries. Avery orders a hot dog and curly fries. Peyton wants a hamburger and regular fries. All drink root beer out of a bottle (the primary reason for choosing said venue I later discover).
The food arrives. Avery decides he doesn't like curly fries, so he steals regular fries off of Peyton's plate. He will not, however, share his curly fries with Peyton. So I, with my selfless motherly instinct, put half of my curly fries on Peyton's plate. He doesn't want my fries, he wants his brother's fries, and he doesn't get that they're exactly the same. Avery meanwhile has drenched his hog dog in two pounds of mustard, which he insisted on pouring himself. Peyton takes the bun off his hamburger and yells, "I don't like that black stuff," while poking at the grill marks and refuses to eat his burger, which he plops on the middle of the table. He decides he'd rather eat Lucky Charms. God bless Brady, who behaves throughout the ordeal, but spends the entire meal asking me the numbers of every player on the Cowboys roster. After we get past the first ten or so, I must consult the Internet (thank you, iPhone!). It's like dining with the Riddler.
Mercifully the meal ends. All three boys make their way in rowdy fashion to the front of the restaurant, with Peyton crawling all over Brady's back while I yell, "Peyton, get off your brother." He continues to jump on Brady, so utilizing my motherly instincts, I grab him by the hair of his head and pull him off. I momentarily worry about someone calling SCAN, but a guy waiting on a table says, "Good job, Mom." I say, "They do NOT belong to me."
Feeling like a bad substitute mother, I say a prayer on the way to the car for patience. Brady climbs into the middle. Peyton and Avery both insist on sitting on the left side of him. Avery calls Peyton a "stupid head" so I tell him to be nice to his brother. He mocks me. I sigh and lose my patience and resort to my standard motherly threat, "If you don't straighten up and stop talking back, no video games for a week." Ah, the video game grounding threat... works every time.
On our way home we call their mom. They all tell her they miss her and love her. My heart strings are pulled.
I open the door to find that the dog's puked in the hallway. The boys strip down to their underwear and mess up the clean house.
I've had them for less than two hours. How do you women do this?
Childless? I prefer the term "childfree."
Lonnie and Jen... I love your children with all my heart, and I know they're normal kids. I'll babysit anytime as long as I can give them back. :)
Thankfully God, in His infinite wisdom, gives me the opportunity to kidsit anytime I feel bad about my barrenness.
After work I drove to Maumelle to pick up Huey, Dewey and Louie from daycare. After showing my driver's license three times and searching for backpacks, artwork, and jackets, I was finally allowed to take the little jewels into my capable care. In the days of Amber Alerts, it's certainly comforting to parents to know the strict security one must go through in order to pick up a child from daycare, but I swear, it was easier to get into the Oval Office when I visited the White House than it was to pick up three wild kids who, although they might prefer someone else, obviously knew me.
All three boys pile into the back seat of the TrailBlazer. I walk around to buckle Peyton, who says, "I do it myself." Fine. So I walk back to the driver's side, fasten my own seatbelt, look back, and he's still sitting there. Then he says, "Oops. I tan't do it myself."
On the way to dinner, we discuss who will win the Cowboys/Packers game. Brady and Ave both pick Dallas. Peyton insists he "don't like any playas except Peyton Manning." Boy he's loyal to his namesake. Lonnie and Jen should have named him Terrell.
Next we're off to Beef o' Brady's, Maumelle's answer to a sports bar. Brady orders chicken nuggets and curly fries. Avery orders a hot dog and curly fries. Peyton wants a hamburger and regular fries. All drink root beer out of a bottle (the primary reason for choosing said venue I later discover).
The food arrives. Avery decides he doesn't like curly fries, so he steals regular fries off of Peyton's plate. He will not, however, share his curly fries with Peyton. So I, with my selfless motherly instinct, put half of my curly fries on Peyton's plate. He doesn't want my fries, he wants his brother's fries, and he doesn't get that they're exactly the same. Avery meanwhile has drenched his hog dog in two pounds of mustard, which he insisted on pouring himself. Peyton takes the bun off his hamburger and yells, "I don't like that black stuff," while poking at the grill marks and refuses to eat his burger, which he plops on the middle of the table. He decides he'd rather eat Lucky Charms. God bless Brady, who behaves throughout the ordeal, but spends the entire meal asking me the numbers of every player on the Cowboys roster. After we get past the first ten or so, I must consult the Internet (thank you, iPhone!). It's like dining with the Riddler.
Mercifully the meal ends. All three boys make their way in rowdy fashion to the front of the restaurant, with Peyton crawling all over Brady's back while I yell, "Peyton, get off your brother." He continues to jump on Brady, so utilizing my motherly instincts, I grab him by the hair of his head and pull him off. I momentarily worry about someone calling SCAN, but a guy waiting on a table says, "Good job, Mom." I say, "They do NOT belong to me."
Feeling like a bad substitute mother, I say a prayer on the way to the car for patience. Brady climbs into the middle. Peyton and Avery both insist on sitting on the left side of him. Avery calls Peyton a "stupid head" so I tell him to be nice to his brother. He mocks me. I sigh and lose my patience and resort to my standard motherly threat, "If you don't straighten up and stop talking back, no video games for a week." Ah, the video game grounding threat... works every time.
On our way home we call their mom. They all tell her they miss her and love her. My heart strings are pulled.
I open the door to find that the dog's puked in the hallway. The boys strip down to their underwear and mess up the clean house.
I've had them for less than two hours. How do you women do this?
Childless? I prefer the term "childfree."
Lonnie and Jen... I love your children with all my heart, and I know they're normal kids. I'll babysit anytime as long as I can give them back. :)
The Pack vs. the 'Boys
Yes, tonight is the NFC showdown between Green Bay and Dallas. And most of you cable subscribers have most likely, like me, found family and friends' houses with satellites to watch the game.
If you're still not sold on the need to locate the elusive TV set with the NFL network (I'll spare you the needle-in-a-haystack analogy), check out Don Banks' story on si.com, "Ten Reasons to Watch the Pack-Cowboys... if you can." Amidst the Ice Bowl memories and expected Romo vs. Favre comparisons, Banks talks about the two unsung coaches, describing Wade Phillips with, "He might look like a tire salesman who eats donuts two out of every three meals, but the guy is coaching circles around the Cowboys' opponents."
That's funny right there. Now I'm craving donuts.
If you're still not sold on the need to locate the elusive TV set with the NFL network (I'll spare you the needle-in-a-haystack analogy), check out Don Banks' story on si.com, "Ten Reasons to Watch the Pack-Cowboys... if you can." Amidst the Ice Bowl memories and expected Romo vs. Favre comparisons, Banks talks about the two unsung coaches, describing Wade Phillips with, "He might look like a tire salesman who eats donuts two out of every three meals, but the guy is coaching circles around the Cowboys' opponents."
That's funny right there. Now I'm craving donuts.
Toenail clippings and chocolate poptarts
My sincere apologies for neglecting the blog yesterday. I know the three of you who faithfully read "The Daily Drivel" were disappointed. But alas, I woke up yesterday feeling like poo, so I stayed home and slept all day. (Dad and Memaw... I'm fine now. No need to call and check on me.)
So after 18 hours or so of Nyquil-induced sleep, I spent the evening in the kitchen. I made a breakfast casserole for this morning's office potluck, and a roast for my dear cousin Lonnie. It brought back memories of our time as roommates, when he would rake his toenail clippings into the crevice of my coffee table and eat chocolate poptarts two meals a day. Ah, good times. Lonnie did learn to expand his dietary horizons when he lived with me... I exposed him to broccoli salad and his favorite, pot roast, so I made him one for old time's sake. It's nice that someone appreciates my domesticity, even if it's someone related to me.
Jen's in Atlanta (or Mylanta, as Taylor used to call it), taking some sort of "turn your head and cough" exam, and Lon's got gate duty, so I'm headed to Maumelle after work to pick up Huey, Dewey, and Louie from school. I invited myself to their house tonight to watch the Cowboys/Packers game since I, like 80 million other people, don't get the NFL network.
And if that's not punishment enough for my misdeeds, I get to go to Branson this weekend with my mom's sister and my 83-year-old grandmother, who will surely be wearing something bedazzled to the Bob-o-Links or whatever painful show she drops $150 on tickets for.
Happy festivus, folks. Serenity now!
So after 18 hours or so of Nyquil-induced sleep, I spent the evening in the kitchen. I made a breakfast casserole for this morning's office potluck, and a roast for my dear cousin Lonnie. It brought back memories of our time as roommates, when he would rake his toenail clippings into the crevice of my coffee table and eat chocolate poptarts two meals a day. Ah, good times. Lonnie did learn to expand his dietary horizons when he lived with me... I exposed him to broccoli salad and his favorite, pot roast, so I made him one for old time's sake. It's nice that someone appreciates my domesticity, even if it's someone related to me.
Jen's in Atlanta (or Mylanta, as Taylor used to call it), taking some sort of "turn your head and cough" exam, and Lon's got gate duty, so I'm headed to Maumelle after work to pick up Huey, Dewey, and Louie from school. I invited myself to their house tonight to watch the Cowboys/Packers game since I, like 80 million other people, don't get the NFL network.
And if that's not punishment enough for my misdeeds, I get to go to Branson this weekend with my mom's sister and my 83-year-old grandmother, who will surely be wearing something bedazzled to the Bob-o-Links or whatever painful show she drops $150 on tickets for.
Happy festivus, folks. Serenity now!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Defining moments, cinematically speaking of course
So I'm watching Celine Dion sing what is perhaps the cheesiest song ever, My Heart Will Go On, on Dancing with the Stars. And I started thinking about that scene in Titanic with Rose and Jack (that was his name, right?) where they're standing on the bow of the boat. You know the scene... you can pretend that you didn't like that movie, but that scene is one of the most memorable (and mocked!) scenes in cinema history. "I'm king of the world!" Great when Jack said it. Not so great when James Cameron said it at the Oscars later.
Anyway, I began to remember scenes in other movies--no matter how cornball they may seem years later--that have somehow become part of pop culture. Those little lines and phrases, initially written by writers now on strike, that somehow become bigger than the movie itself.
Here's my short list of memorable movie quotes:
• "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." ~ Gone With the Wind
• "Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." and "There's no place like home." ~ Wizard of Oz
• "No more wire hangers!" ~ Mommy Dearest
• "Here's looking at you, kid." ~ Casablanca
• "Go ahead. Make my day." ~ Sudden Impact
• "ET phone home." ~ ET
• "I'll be back." ~ The Terminator
• "If you build it, they will come." ~ Field of Dreams
• "Stella!" ~ A Streetcar Named Desire
• "Mama always said life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." ~ Forest Gump
• "I see dead people." ~The Sixth Sense
• "You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?" ~ Dirty Harry
• "There's no crying in baseball." ~A League of Their Own
• "You had me at hello." ~ Jerry McGuire
• "Yo, Adrian." ~ Rocky
• "I feel the need, the need for speed!" ~ Top Gun
• "Nobody puts Baby in a corner." ~ Dirty Dancing
• "You make me want to be a better man." ~ As Good as It Gets
• "I can't believe I gave my panties to a geek." and "No more yankie my wankie. The Donger need food." ~ Sixteen Candles
• "I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me... but I can't help it that I'm so popular." ~ Mean Girls
Now it's your turn. Which ones have I forgotten? Post your comments with additions!
Anyway, I began to remember scenes in other movies--no matter how cornball they may seem years later--that have somehow become part of pop culture. Those little lines and phrases, initially written by writers now on strike, that somehow become bigger than the movie itself.
Here's my short list of memorable movie quotes:
• "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." ~ Gone With the Wind
• "Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." and "There's no place like home." ~ Wizard of Oz
• "No more wire hangers!" ~ Mommy Dearest
• "Here's looking at you, kid." ~ Casablanca
• "Go ahead. Make my day." ~ Sudden Impact
• "ET phone home." ~ ET
• "I'll be back." ~ The Terminator
• "If you build it, they will come." ~ Field of Dreams
• "Stella!" ~ A Streetcar Named Desire
• "Mama always said life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." ~ Forest Gump
• "I see dead people." ~The Sixth Sense
• "You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?" ~ Dirty Harry
• "There's no crying in baseball." ~A League of Their Own
• "You had me at hello." ~ Jerry McGuire
• "Yo, Adrian." ~ Rocky
• "I feel the need, the need for speed!" ~ Top Gun
• "Nobody puts Baby in a corner." ~ Dirty Dancing
• "You make me want to be a better man." ~ As Good as It Gets
• "I can't believe I gave my panties to a geek." and "No more yankie my wankie. The Donger need food." ~ Sixteen Candles
• "I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me... but I can't help it that I'm so popular." ~ Mean Girls
Now it's your turn. Which ones have I forgotten? Post your comments with additions!
Monday, November 26, 2007
Ding dong the coach is gone
The Nutt era is officially over. For all of the drama surrounding the Hog football team in the past year, tonight's press conference seemed a bit anticlimactic. Kudos to White et. al. for allowing Houston Dale to exit with dignity. He did some great things for Razorback football (losing to Vandy and going 0-3 to end last season after starting 10-1 notwithstanding), but then again, Nolan did some great things for Razorback basketball... sometimes, it's just time to go. Of course, if someone would pay me in excess of $3 million to leave, I'd pack up my cubicle tomorrow and not shed a tear. Any takers? Anyone?!?
On a much different topic, why is Marie Osmond still on "Dancing?" That doll routine tonight was just a travesty.
And we got to see all the Spice Girls. Posh, of course, wasn't smiling. What's that about? If I had Becks and a Birkin in every color, I'd have a permanent grin on my face.
On a much different topic, why is Marie Osmond still on "Dancing?" That doll routine tonight was just a travesty.
And we got to see all the Spice Girls. Posh, of course, wasn't smiling. What's that about? If I had Becks and a Birkin in every color, I'd have a permanent grin on my face.
He gave her a rose, she gave him a fat lip
Evidently bass fishing doesn't keep you from getting beat up by your girlfriend. And to think, they're one of "The Bachelor" success stories...
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Some random thoughts
Last Wednesday my dad, my brother, my nephew, and I were sitting at the McDonald's play place, and we talked about last week's "Sexiest Men Alive" list. In the interest of fairness, I asked them who would be on their female list. Beyonce, Eva Mendes, Jennifer Lopez... turns out they like ethnic chicks with large cabooses.
So I'm watching the Giants debacle this afternoon, and I'm thinking that the Citizen Watches execs are probably not too happy with the marketing folks as their expensive commercial, "Unstoppable, that's what Eli Manning is..." airs right after young Manning throws a pick that's returned for a touchdown. Ouch. That's bad product placement. For those of you keeping score, the G-Men got trounced 41-10 by the Minnesota Vikings WITHOUT Adrian Peterson. Anybody want to buy a watch?
I started my annual house rearrangement/holiday decoration this afternoon. I've got four trees up and three to go. But don't worry, only one of them is taller than three feet (that's about the size of your tree, Memaw Scrooge). Pics to come.
Turns out I'm not the only one who loves the Thanksgiving Friends episodes. Entertainment Weekly did a great story about all the turkey episodes. Who can forget the Geller bowl?
I've managed to watch four of the eight hours of stuff on my DVR that I've missed since Tuesday afternoon. I hope the writers' strike ends soon. Otherwise, I may have to decorate some more trees. Or watch more movies. This afternoon I watched one of my holiday favorites, Love Actually. But it's not really Christmas until I watch Christmas Vacation. Nobody does the holidays like the Griswolds.
So I'm watching the Giants debacle this afternoon, and I'm thinking that the Citizen Watches execs are probably not too happy with the marketing folks as their expensive commercial, "Unstoppable, that's what Eli Manning is..." airs right after young Manning throws a pick that's returned for a touchdown. Ouch. That's bad product placement. For those of you keeping score, the G-Men got trounced 41-10 by the Minnesota Vikings WITHOUT Adrian Peterson. Anybody want to buy a watch?
I started my annual house rearrangement/holiday decoration this afternoon. I've got four trees up and three to go. But don't worry, only one of them is taller than three feet (that's about the size of your tree, Memaw Scrooge). Pics to come.
Turns out I'm not the only one who loves the Thanksgiving Friends episodes. Entertainment Weekly did a great story about all the turkey episodes. Who can forget the Geller bowl?
I've managed to watch four of the eight hours of stuff on my DVR that I've missed since Tuesday afternoon. I hope the writers' strike ends soon. Otherwise, I may have to decorate some more trees. Or watch more movies. This afternoon I watched one of my holiday favorites, Love Actually. But it's not really Christmas until I watch Christmas Vacation. Nobody does the holidays like the Griswolds.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Around the world in 96 hours
First, the colossal event... how 'bout them Hogs?!? My comments about the game are as follows:
1. Darren McFadden had a Heisman-worthy performance. He's the best player in college football, especially when you consider that he plays for a less-than-stellar team. He and Tebow should finish 1/2 simply because they play in the nation's best conference. The Big 12's best player is not as great as either of these guys. Anyone remember Jason White?
2. Where the heck has Peyton Hillis been all year? Wowzers.
3. C. Dick played a heck of a game. Good for him.
4. Houston Dale showed after his well-timed time out why so many folks are praying for his demise... that cocky grin he showcased to the world. Have fun packin' for Waco.
I'm not sure what was more exhausting, that game or driving around the world for the past few days. I spent Thanksgiving day at Sorne and Vance's, eating turkey and egg rolls. Then I headed over to my aunt and uncle's to visit Mom's fam. Thursday night I watched "The Office" and went to bed at 9 p.m.
Yesterday I got up early to meet Dad and the rest of the fam at the Village Inn. Then I went to pick up the kids and head to Hartford to watch the game. Brady, Chance and Ave had their own game in the backyard. Brady and Chance "versed" Avery, and the scary thing is that, even though it was two against one and they're both two years older, Avery scored on them several times.
Wyatt, Peyton and Hope took a bath. Peyton was pointing at Hope and thinking "One of these things is not like the other..."
Chance and Hope got a new dog, Rocky. It weighs about two pounds and kept me up all night last night whining.
Forget the Hogs, this was the big game in town.
1. Darren McFadden had a Heisman-worthy performance. He's the best player in college football, especially when you consider that he plays for a less-than-stellar team. He and Tebow should finish 1/2 simply because they play in the nation's best conference. The Big 12's best player is not as great as either of these guys. Anyone remember Jason White?
2. Where the heck has Peyton Hillis been all year? Wowzers.
3. C. Dick played a heck of a game. Good for him.
4. Houston Dale showed after his well-timed time out why so many folks are praying for his demise... that cocky grin he showcased to the world. Have fun packin' for Waco.
I'm not sure what was more exhausting, that game or driving around the world for the past few days. I spent Thanksgiving day at Sorne and Vance's, eating turkey and egg rolls. Then I headed over to my aunt and uncle's to visit Mom's fam. Thursday night I watched "The Office" and went to bed at 9 p.m.
Yesterday I got up early to meet Dad and the rest of the fam at the Village Inn. Then I went to pick up the kids and head to Hartford to watch the game. Brady, Chance and Ave had their own game in the backyard. Brady and Chance "versed" Avery, and the scary thing is that, even though it was two against one and they're both two years older, Avery scored on them several times.
Wyatt, Peyton and Hope took a bath. Peyton was pointing at Hope and thinking "One of these things is not like the other..."
Chance and Hope got a new dog, Rocky. It weighs about two pounds and kept me up all night last night whining.
Forget the Hogs, this was the big game in town.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
And he has the wardrobe of a fourth grade gym teacher
Well the Pats may have trounced the Bills 56-10 last weekend, but Bill Belichick's latest stunt may be even more horrifying.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Home again, home again
I'm going into hour 26 at "home," and I realize that even though you can go home again, things are never quite the same. It was strange driving into the Fort last night, like I belonged here in so many ways, but in others, like I never lived here at all. It's really weird for the roads to be somehow familiar yet new.
Today's been full of friends and family and trying to squeeze in time with some really important people in my life. Amanda and I tagged along with Sorne to take the boys to school, then we headed to Sweet Bay for lattes and amazing cranberry orange scones. After breakfast, I went to Ashley's and we traveled out for shopping and lunch at Blue Plate.
I headed south to see the kids at my brother's house. We enjoyed burgers and shakes at McDonald's, then shopping at America's top retailer, Wal-Mart. Now I'm hanging out with Nanner, watching "Gossip Girl" and trying not to fall asleep.
Today's been full of friends and family and trying to squeeze in time with some really important people in my life. Amanda and I tagged along with Sorne to take the boys to school, then we headed to Sweet Bay for lattes and amazing cranberry orange scones. After breakfast, I went to Ashley's and we traveled out for shopping and lunch at Blue Plate.
I headed south to see the kids at my brother's house. We enjoyed burgers and shakes at McDonald's, then shopping at America's top retailer, Wal-Mart. Now I'm hanging out with Nanner, watching "Gossip Girl" and trying not to fall asleep.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
The road not taken
Yesterday my pal Alisa and I had a conversation (via e-mail) regarding how one's priorities change once they have a child (unless you're Britney Spears). Eight years ago, before the arrival of her beautiful son, Grey, Alisa and I had very similar sleeping patterns and shopping habits. Now, her life is filled with early Saturday morning cartoons, Boy Scout meetings, soccer games, and shopping for school clothes and video games. I, on the other hand, continue to nap every Sunday afternoon and buy $400 cell phones and multiple pairs of black boots.
And occasionally, between good nights' sleep and selfish shopping trips, I wonder if I'm missing out on something important. Like when Peyton climbed up in Jen's lap last night and declared himself "momma's boy." Or talking to Ashley about preparing for the arrival of her bundle of joy... picking out nursery paint and baby names and diaper bags.
Then I remember that Jennifer rarely gets a good night's sleep with two or three little boys tangled around her while her hubby isolates himself in a pillow fort. And Ashley spent the first 12 weeks of her pregnancy too sick to eat. And Alisa's traded chick flicks for animated movies and the Speed channel. I know each of them would say without hesitation that every sacrifice is worth it for the joy that these boys (and one gender to be determined) have brought into their lives.
I wonder if my life will ever be changed by the pitter patter of little feet, the screaming of a colicky baby, and the expense of day care. I suppose things would be different if I'd met a man I wanted to procreate with. Honestly, my testostrone embargo isn't so much a choice as a worldwide male pact not to date me.
Perhaps I'm meant to forever revel in my singleness. To buy expensive toys for myself instead of a child, to sleep in on Saturdays and have control of the remote. Perhaps God replaced my maternal instinct with a gadget obsession.
And I'm okay with that. Thankfully my life is full of good friends and great family who have beautiful children they're willing to share with me. And then I can give them back and take a nap.
And occasionally, between good nights' sleep and selfish shopping trips, I wonder if I'm missing out on something important. Like when Peyton climbed up in Jen's lap last night and declared himself "momma's boy." Or talking to Ashley about preparing for the arrival of her bundle of joy... picking out nursery paint and baby names and diaper bags.
Then I remember that Jennifer rarely gets a good night's sleep with two or three little boys tangled around her while her hubby isolates himself in a pillow fort. And Ashley spent the first 12 weeks of her pregnancy too sick to eat. And Alisa's traded chick flicks for animated movies and the Speed channel. I know each of them would say without hesitation that every sacrifice is worth it for the joy that these boys (and one gender to be determined) have brought into their lives.
I wonder if my life will ever be changed by the pitter patter of little feet, the screaming of a colicky baby, and the expense of day care. I suppose things would be different if I'd met a man I wanted to procreate with. Honestly, my testostrone embargo isn't so much a choice as a worldwide male pact not to date me.
Perhaps I'm meant to forever revel in my singleness. To buy expensive toys for myself instead of a child, to sleep in on Saturdays and have control of the remote. Perhaps God replaced my maternal instinct with a gadget obsession.
And I'm okay with that. Thankfully my life is full of good friends and great family who have beautiful children they're willing to share with me. And then I can give them back and take a nap.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Happy anniversary, Lonnie and Jen!
Remember when you were a little girl and you dreamed of your prince charming? Beautiful wedding, perfect children, deep love honored wedding anniversary after wedding anniversary... And finally, on the eighth year of your fantastic marriage, you get to celebrate your anniversary with a bowl of chili made by your husband's Old Maid cousin while your children wildly flail about in their underoos? And then your husband will certainly romance you with onion-laced burps...
Jen, was that not what you had in mind?!?
Jen, was that not what you had in mind?!?
Merry Christmas to me!
Guess who's now the proud owner of a beautiful new iPhone? 'Tis I. And it's amazing! Those of us who have no one to buy us presents have to buy them for ourselves. So Merry Christmas to me!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Ashleigh vs. Ashley
I am officially tired. Thankfully I only have to make it through a day and 3/4, then I'm on vacay 'til Monday.
The pageant was over a bit after 11 p.m. last night which, when you think about it, was a pretty fast event considering there were 25 contestants and four reigning queens. Have you ever heard four farewell speeches in a row? How many times can a chick say "amazing" before you want to put her out of her rhinestoned misery? I wanted to stand up and scream, "We know. You thank God. You thank your parents. You thank your directors. Let's move on..."
My pal Ashleigh was first runner-up, so she did great. (In the interest of fending off questions from my family [i.e., Dad], this is the Ashleigh who's currently Miss UAFS who I worked with last year. Not the Ashley who helped me move. Moving Ashley is married and pregnant and the Miss America folks frown on that. Pageant Ashleigh's from Bentonville. I don't know what street she lives on or who lived there before her parents. I also don't know her grandparents' names.)
So it was after midnight by the time that I finally got into bed. Between the 5 a.m. garage sale and the midnight pageant, I feel really old.
All I've done today is go to Wal-Mart and watch TV. Now I'm trying to do a bit of laundry and get ready to go "home" on Tuesday.
The pageant was over a bit after 11 p.m. last night which, when you think about it, was a pretty fast event considering there were 25 contestants and four reigning queens. Have you ever heard four farewell speeches in a row? How many times can a chick say "amazing" before you want to put her out of her rhinestoned misery? I wanted to stand up and scream, "We know. You thank God. You thank your parents. You thank your directors. Let's move on..."
My pal Ashleigh was first runner-up, so she did great. (In the interest of fending off questions from my family [i.e., Dad], this is the Ashleigh who's currently Miss UAFS who I worked with last year. Not the Ashley who helped me move. Moving Ashley is married and pregnant and the Miss America folks frown on that. Pageant Ashleigh's from Bentonville. I don't know what street she lives on or who lived there before her parents. I also don't know her grandparents' names.)
So it was after midnight by the time that I finally got into bed. Between the 5 a.m. garage sale and the midnight pageant, I feel really old.
All I've done today is go to Wal-Mart and watch TV. Now I'm trying to do a bit of laundry and get ready to go "home" on Tuesday.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Another sign that I'm losing my mind
Not only did I get up at 5 a.m. to barter with rednecks, now I'm choosing to spend my Saturday night at the Miss Conway pageant, where there are 25 friggin' contestants. We should crown a winner by Tuesday. Ugh. I'm such a glutton for punishment.
Some else's treasures...
People annoy me.
I woke up at 5 a.m. to get ready for the big garage sale. It was supposed to start at 8 a.m. My first customers showed up at 6:15. Guy says (imagine my best Larry the Cable Guy voice): "You ain't got all your stuff put out yet?" Um, no. You're here nearly two hours early, Cousin Eddie.
Then there's the woman who offered me a quarter for something marked 10 bucks. Please. I know there's a breed of folks out there who get some sort of thrill from bartering, but why do you make ridiculous offers? It's kind of rude.
It's also rude to comment negatively on things in the sale. Chances are, I wore/used said item. Don't insult my fashion sense when you're wearing a bedazzled sweatshirt.
Another lady stole two picture frames. As I stood there seething over the theft of my family heirlooms, I remembered that, even more than making a few pennies, my major goal for the day was to get rid of some crap. And those frames were hideous.
By the time I had one good nerve left, a lady picked up a Rascal Flatts CD and said, "Will you take a dollar for it?" I said, "Nope. I'll take two dollars for it, just like it's marked. So you can go to Wal-Mart and pay $18 for it, or you can give me two. Your choice." She saw things my way.
I packed up a whole hour early because I'd had one customer in an hour and I'm pooped and very cranky.
The good news is that I made $350 (not counting the $1.50 that was stolen from me). I'll be using my proceeds to purchase an iPhone.
I woke up at 5 a.m. to get ready for the big garage sale. It was supposed to start at 8 a.m. My first customers showed up at 6:15. Guy says (imagine my best Larry the Cable Guy voice): "You ain't got all your stuff put out yet?" Um, no. You're here nearly two hours early, Cousin Eddie.
Then there's the woman who offered me a quarter for something marked 10 bucks. Please. I know there's a breed of folks out there who get some sort of thrill from bartering, but why do you make ridiculous offers? It's kind of rude.
It's also rude to comment negatively on things in the sale. Chances are, I wore/used said item. Don't insult my fashion sense when you're wearing a bedazzled sweatshirt.
Another lady stole two picture frames. As I stood there seething over the theft of my family heirlooms, I remembered that, even more than making a few pennies, my major goal for the day was to get rid of some crap. And those frames were hideous.
By the time I had one good nerve left, a lady picked up a Rascal Flatts CD and said, "Will you take a dollar for it?" I said, "Nope. I'll take two dollars for it, just like it's marked. So you can go to Wal-Mart and pay $18 for it, or you can give me two. Your choice." She saw things my way.
I packed up a whole hour early because I'd had one customer in an hour and I'm pooped and very cranky.
The good news is that I made $350 (not counting the $1.50 that was stolen from me). I'll be using my proceeds to purchase an iPhone.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Lori's "Sexiest Men Alive" 2007
Since People got it so very wrong this year, I thought I'd compile my list of sexiest men alive. I'm sure some of my choices will meet ridicule, so my disclaimer is that this is a totally subjective endeavor, and not all of these men are age appropriate. Please feel free to share your picks since I'm sure my list will exclude some of your favorites (including People's choice).Lori's sexiest men, in order:
1. Tom Brady (no surprise to anyone who knows me)
2. Matthew McConaghey (should always be shirtless)
3. Brad Pitt (ca. Legends of the Fall)
4. Jon Bon Jovi (he's seen a million faces and he's rocked 'em all)
5. Rob Lowe (looks better than ever!)
6. Troy Aikman
7. Geoff Stults (Eddie Latekka on October Road)
8. George Clooney
9. Jon Stewart (smart is sexy)
10. Chace Crawford (young but beautiful)
11. Kirk Herbstreit
12. Sean Connery
13. James Tupper
14. Rick Rossovich (remember the volleyball scene in Top Gun?)
15. James Denton
16. John Krasinski (love me some Jim Halpert)
17. Michael Schoeffling (the elusive Jake Ryan)
18. Jesse Palmer (a dork, but pretty)
19. David Beckham
20. Eric Winter (Reverand Boyfriend!)
21. Usher
22. John Mayer
23. Harry Connick Jr.
24. Chris Daughtry
25. Dave Annable
26. Keith Urban
27. Jon Gruden
28. Denzel Washington
29. Mike Greenburg (yes, really)
30. Rob Thomas
31. Ben Affleck
32. Taye Diggs
33. Oliver Martinez (did you see the movie theatre scene in Unfaithful?!?)
34. Hugh Jackman
35. Cameron Mathison
36. Clint Eastwood
37. Nick Lachey (I know... but have you seen him without a shirt?)
38. Tony Romo
I'm leaving spots for your suggestions and I reserve the right to edit this list. After reviewing my picks, it appears that I have the same taste in men as Carrie Underwood. Or Jessica Simpson. Scary!
Amanda's additions: Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, Stephen Colbert {no on the former and yes on the latter} and the following old men: Bob Barker, Dan Rather, and Tom Brokaw. {I'll give you Tom Brokaw, but Bob Barker?!? Hasn't he been spaid or neutered? And I said alive, not near death.}
Susans additions: McDreamy...McSteamy...Sweet Home Alabama's Josh Lucas, Ashton Kutcher, Steve Carrel, Gabriel Macht, Jared Leto, David Sutcliffe....my list could go on...Zach Braff is definitely in my Top 5! Ok, Chocolate Coma... I'm down with this list. Zach Braff is funny, but I don't know about sexy. I'll let it slide.
I love the smell of beets in the morning
Evidently nerdy is the new sexy. Yes, fellow "Office" fanatics, it's not Jim in People's "Sexiest Man Alive 2007," but Dwight P. Shrute. Rainn Wilson is indeed on the list, as are Masi Oka from Heroes and Zachary Levi from Chuck (who was MUCH sexier on Less Than Perfect). Also included? Dorky accountant Henry from Ugly Betty.
The sexiest man alive? Matt Damon. Where's Tom Brady on this list?
This one's for the boys...
Ladies (and some of you guys) look away. This one's for the sports fans.
Well I guess Ricky Williams will be back in the Dolphins' lineup soon. (Imagine my best raggae voice here) Welcome back, mon. The winless Fins can certainly use a boost, and Ricky can really light it up (pun intended). Suddenly I'm craving rum punch and Bob Marley.
And at the end of the day, wouldn't you rather have a teammate who contributes on the field but likes to party a bit too much than a teammate who, unless he can't start, will take his paper dolls and fly home first class? (Yes... I'm talking to you, Stephon Marbury.)
So what do you think Stephon has on Isaiah? Will Ricky smoke (hee hee) the defense and bring South Beach its first win? Can Sexy Rexy finally have a good game for Chi-town? And will Tom Brady finally tire of his supermodel and give the girls with some extra cushion a chance? These are the questions that plague us, sports fans. That, and why are the Hogs favored against a team that beat Auburn, Kentucky and Alabama (all of whom beat the Hogs)?
Well I guess Ricky Williams will be back in the Dolphins' lineup soon. (Imagine my best raggae voice here) Welcome back, mon. The winless Fins can certainly use a boost, and Ricky can really light it up (pun intended). Suddenly I'm craving rum punch and Bob Marley.
And at the end of the day, wouldn't you rather have a teammate who contributes on the field but likes to party a bit too much than a teammate who, unless he can't start, will take his paper dolls and fly home first class? (Yes... I'm talking to you, Stephon Marbury.)
So what do you think Stephon has on Isaiah? Will Ricky smoke (hee hee) the defense and bring South Beach its first win? Can Sexy Rexy finally have a good game for Chi-town? And will Tom Brady finally tire of his supermodel and give the girls with some extra cushion a chance? These are the questions that plague us, sports fans. That, and why are the Hogs favored against a team that beat Auburn, Kentucky and Alabama (all of whom beat the Hogs)?
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
MIA cell phone
Since everyone I know decided to call and/or text me today––the one day I forgot my cell phone––I apologize. I go for weeks on end with no calls, but today I had six texts and five voicemails. Yes, TEN PEOPLE actually tried to reach me today cellphonically (my dad actually left a voicemail AND a text... he thinks he's harder to ignore if he does both.. you know how us AT&T folks have that annoying "if you wish to send a numeric page" option and no one ever does... my dad ALWAYS does).
I've enjoyed my temporary popularity. Hopefully I can have a lot of friends more often.
I've enjoyed my temporary popularity. Hopefully I can have a lot of friends more often.
I Heart Jake Ryan
Last year I had to dress up for an 80s party. So I discovered a lime green "Frankie Says Relax" tee shirt, a bubble skirt and some black leggings. I also ordered two buttons: "Nobody puts baby in a corner" (Dirty Dancing) and I "Heart Jake Ryan" (Sixteen Candles).Most of the college freshmen in attendance at said event asked who Jake Ryan was. WHAT?!? Jake Ryan was only the ultimate 80s high school fantasy.
If you haven't seen Sixteen Candles, I encourage you to rent it or watch it one of the 45 times a month they show it on TBS. Sixteen Candles was the 80s for me... Samantha, Farmer Ted and the Donger... shoulder pads, big hair, and prom queen Carolyn. Oh, and Jake. Red-Porsche-driving, button-fly-501s-and-sweater-vest-wearing, getting-geeky-sophomore-girl's-underpants-back Jake. {Sigh.} They just don't make 'em like Jake Ryan anymore.
Jake Ryan, he's the most popular boy in school. And the boy we compared all of our boyfriends to in the 80s.
Why I love sports
If you get the chance, read Rick Reilly's column in last week's issue of Sports Illustrated. While Reilly certainly has his critics, I find his weekly rants mostly amusing. But if I were making $2 million per year, I probably could find a way to be funny, too.
Last week's column discussed how sports is more than just a game. Sports allow us to band together with strangers for a common cause (victory, recognition, hatred of Houston Nutt, etc.). There's little gray area in sports, with clear winners and losers. And it's okay to dislike someone for his or her athletic allegiances.
Want to get someone's dander up? Simply don a baseball cap with a rivalry's logo. Just ask LeBron James about that. Three years ago my nephew's friend dared wear a Longhorns cap to an Arkansas vs. Texas game, and let me tell you, Hog fans aren't afraid to shout obscenities at elementary school students. Especially after a loss.
I've been thinking a lot about why a lot of us (mostly men) are so obsessed with sports. Why we eat breakfast during "Mike and Mike" on the Duece and dinner to "SportsCenter" on the original. My best guess is that sports allow us to believe in something. To have heroes. To watch mere mortals accomplish great feats. To cheer for a team simply because our grandfather liked them. Because, at the end of the day, we all want to be winners. Or at least cheer for them.
Which leads us to the good news of the day... guess whose two favorite teams are now ranked first and second in the NFL? Boy, it's a good NFL season to be me.
Last week's column discussed how sports is more than just a game. Sports allow us to band together with strangers for a common cause (victory, recognition, hatred of Houston Nutt, etc.). There's little gray area in sports, with clear winners and losers. And it's okay to dislike someone for his or her athletic allegiances.
Want to get someone's dander up? Simply don a baseball cap with a rivalry's logo. Just ask LeBron James about that. Three years ago my nephew's friend dared wear a Longhorns cap to an Arkansas vs. Texas game, and let me tell you, Hog fans aren't afraid to shout obscenities at elementary school students. Especially after a loss.
I've been thinking a lot about why a lot of us (mostly men) are so obsessed with sports. Why we eat breakfast during "Mike and Mike" on the Duece and dinner to "SportsCenter" on the original. My best guess is that sports allow us to believe in something. To have heroes. To watch mere mortals accomplish great feats. To cheer for a team simply because our grandfather liked them. Because, at the end of the day, we all want to be winners. Or at least cheer for them.
Which leads us to the good news of the day... guess whose two favorite teams are now ranked first and second in the NFL? Boy, it's a good NFL season to be me.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Chili Recipe
As referenced in some earlier posts, I become a bit obsessed with chili once the weather gets well, chilly. When I was in Mountain Home this weekend, Estella made some awesome chili. And it's easy. So I thought I'd share the recipe.
'Stella's Chili
3 lbs. ground beef
6 small cans tomato sauce
1 can Rotel chili fixings
1 pkg. Williams chili seasoning
Brown ground beef and drain. Add everything to crock pot and simmer on low all day.
It's yummy. It's easy. You're welcome.
'Stella's Chili
3 lbs. ground beef
6 small cans tomato sauce
1 can Rotel chili fixings
1 pkg. Williams chili seasoning
Brown ground beef and drain. Add everything to crock pot and simmer on low all day.
It's yummy. It's easy. You're welcome.
WWJB?
And the latest entry in the "so crazy it must be true" review is a nod to one of this year's thought-provoking (although little known) documentaries, "What Would Jesus Buy?" The flick, a docu-comedy with a mission to save Christmas from a "shopocalypse," takes aim at the commercialism of the holiday season.
And while I cannot claim to have seen said movie or even boast of a desire to see it, it has made me think a bit about my Christmas shopping plans. Would Jesus, whose birthday we honor on December 25, be maxing out a credit card at Best Buy to get the latest xBox game? Would He need more than a couple of pair of sandals, even if they were on sale? Doubtful.
Why is it our lives revolve around stuff? Giving stuff, getting stuff, wrapping stuff and generally worshipping... well, stuff.
What would Jesus buy? Thoughts?
And while I cannot claim to have seen said movie or even boast of a desire to see it, it has made me think a bit about my Christmas shopping plans. Would Jesus, whose birthday we honor on December 25, be maxing out a credit card at Best Buy to get the latest xBox game? Would He need more than a couple of pair of sandals, even if they were on sale? Doubtful.
Why is it our lives revolve around stuff? Giving stuff, getting stuff, wrapping stuff and generally worshipping... well, stuff.
What would Jesus buy? Thoughts?
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Driving Me Nutts
How 'bout them Hogs?
I saw Nutt on the news tonight when I got home. His assessment was that the Vols played so well yesterday because they're worried about Fulmer losing his job. Gee, too bad the Hogs didn't seem to feel the same way. But I guess that's just wishful thinking on my part. That game was like a train wreck. That's why I spent the second half napping through my depression.
We had another great dinner last night and another great round of Mexican train before bedtime.
I got up early-ish this morning and walked four miles on the golf cart track (walked on it, Alisa... didn't drive on it this time). Then we had brunch at the club, put up Estella's Christmas tree, and headed back to Central Arkansas. Now I'm watching the 'Boys beat the Giants and doing laundry.
Can't believe I have to go back to work tomorrow. Ick.
I saw Nutt on the news tonight when I got home. His assessment was that the Vols played so well yesterday because they're worried about Fulmer losing his job. Gee, too bad the Hogs didn't seem to feel the same way. But I guess that's just wishful thinking on my part. That game was like a train wreck. That's why I spent the second half napping through my depression.
We had another great dinner last night and another great round of Mexican train before bedtime.
I got up early-ish this morning and walked four miles on the golf cart track (walked on it, Alisa... didn't drive on it this time). Then we had brunch at the club, put up Estella's Christmas tree, and headed back to Central Arkansas. Now I'm watching the 'Boys beat the Giants and doing laundry.
Can't believe I have to go back to work tomorrow. Ick.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Long Night
I feel like I've been ran over by a big truck. After a wonderful dinner (see visual below) and a rousing game of Mexican train, we went to bed with the intent of going to Branson today. Unfortunately we spent most of the evening in the ER, so no Branson. But the good news is that 'Stella's fine and I get to watch the game. Hmm... I'd rather watch football than shop. Go figure.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Life on the mountain
Howdy from Baxter County! We had such a great day. Slept in, went hiking at the lake, then had a fantastic lunch at Gaston's resort. Then we took long naps and enjoyed a fabulous dinner of salmon, black bean salad, and gazpacho.
Here are some pics from today.
Tomorrow we're headed to Branson to go to Branson Landing and shop.
Here are some pics from today.
Tomorrow we're headed to Branson to go to Branson Landing and shop.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
I've been a very good girl
Holy boxer briefs, Batman! One of my Christmas wishes may be coming true!
The older I get, the younger that is
When I was in the first grade, I remember thinking how very old my teacher must be. (Those of you who know Mrs. Padgett, don't tell her I said that.) I realize now that she was probably about the same age I am now. Or younger.
Age, much like beauty, is evidently in the eye of the beholder. And sometimes those eyes are covered with bifocals.
When did I become so old? My body aches when I get out of bed in the morning. I'm concerned with my cholesterol and blood pressure. I read my retirement statement every three months with growing interest.
How long is it before I start to need the TV really loud and eat dinner at 4 p.m.? I already go to bed at 8 o'clock. I'm an early bird special away from the old folks' home.
Age is relative. The older I get, the younger that is.
Age, much like beauty, is evidently in the eye of the beholder. And sometimes those eyes are covered with bifocals.
When did I become so old? My body aches when I get out of bed in the morning. I'm concerned with my cholesterol and blood pressure. I read my retirement statement every three months with growing interest.
How long is it before I start to need the TV really loud and eat dinner at 4 p.m.? I already go to bed at 8 o'clock. I'm an early bird special away from the old folks' home.
Age is relative. The older I get, the younger that is.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Dear Diary,
My family has made fun of my grandmother for years for keeping a diary. Sample entry, circa 1938... "I shan't go to school today. I shall stay home and help mother wash clothing."
Fast forward to me in junior high. My crush on one of my classmates. My argument with my best friend. All preserved for eternity on the pages of my diary.
And now? The premise is the same. Oh, I seldom share things I don't want the world to see. But I do publish the events of my daily life in cyberspace. Gone are the days of hoping my mom doesn't read my diary... replaced by the days of site tracking to figure out how many people are reading my random thoughts.
Turns out she and I are not that different. Every day she writes down the temperature and what she ate for lunch. And most days I share my activities or, at worst, thoughts.
I guess we're not that different after all. And I suppose everyone's fascination with reading someone's diary has turned into an acceptable pastime... blog browsing.
Fast forward to me in junior high. My crush on one of my classmates. My argument with my best friend. All preserved for eternity on the pages of my diary.
And now? The premise is the same. Oh, I seldom share things I don't want the world to see. But I do publish the events of my daily life in cyberspace. Gone are the days of hoping my mom doesn't read my diary... replaced by the days of site tracking to figure out how many people are reading my random thoughts.
Turns out she and I are not that different. Every day she writes down the temperature and what she ate for lunch. And most days I share my activities or, at worst, thoughts.
I guess we're not that different after all. And I suppose everyone's fascination with reading someone's diary has turned into an acceptable pastime... blog browsing.
WELCOME TO THE NEW BLOG!
Or "blob," as my grandmother calls it.
I'm giving into the peer pressure and abandoning Xanga. Yes, Xanga and I have enjoyed a long and fulfilling relationship (sadly, longer than any romantic relationship I've ever had save one). But Xanga does have its limitations... including archives and sign-in requirements. So I've decided that more of the world needs to read my daily rantings and random observations and thus, out with the Xanga, in with the Blogger.
Yes, Jen, I am copying you, you little trendsetter.
Over the next few weeks, I'll slowly copy and paste all of my old posts, including your insightful comments, should you find yourself bored and wishing to review anything from the past two years of my dull life.
Change is good, right?
I'm giving into the peer pressure and abandoning Xanga. Yes, Xanga and I have enjoyed a long and fulfilling relationship (sadly, longer than any romantic relationship I've ever had save one). But Xanga does have its limitations... including archives and sign-in requirements. So I've decided that more of the world needs to read my daily rantings and random observations and thus, out with the Xanga, in with the Blogger.
Yes, Jen, I am copying you, you little trendsetter.
Over the next few weeks, I'll slowly copy and paste all of my old posts, including your insightful comments, should you find yourself bored and wishing to review anything from the past two years of my dull life.
Change is good, right?
Monday, November 5, 2007
How To Be a Good Wife
This is allegedly from the 1955 "Good Housekeeping." Seems a bit farfetched for the 21st century, but my Aunt Kathy actually does most of this stuff...Here's what it says:
• Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
• Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
• Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
• Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.
• During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
• Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.
• Be happy to see him.
• Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
• Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
• Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
• Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
• Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
• Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
• Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
• A good wife always knows her place.
• Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
• Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
• Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
• Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.
• During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
• Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.
• Be happy to see him.
• Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
• Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
• Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
• Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
• Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
• Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
• Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
• A good wife always knows her place.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Weekend Recap
After months of doing nada on the weekends, my November social calendar is quickly filling. Friday night I headed to Maumelle to meet Jen and the boys to watch Lonnie's last Ho'nets game. They got beat by Nashville, but when you consider the discrepancy in sheer numbers, it's impressive that they scored at all. Check out the difference in the sidelines (The Scrappers had 77 players!) and those corny matching jackets some random couple was wearing.Yesterday I drove to Mount Nebo to spend some time with my good friend Alisa, her husband Scott, and their son, Grey. We watched "Spiderman 3" (good movie) and I walked four miles in the afternoon. Then Alisa and I watched a chick flick while the boys went to the drag races. This morning we got up, Scott and Alisa made a yummy breakfast, then we went to church. In the afternoon they had some friends over, and we sat out by the fire and visited. It was a great day.
Here's a pic of Alisa, Grey and Scott by the park sign after church today.
I was all about "fall back" this morning, but now I'm exhausted at 8 o'clock. I'm usually not this sleepy 'til 8:30 or so. :)
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Gouls, Goblins, Tuna and Football
Last night after work I stopped by to see Huey, Dewie and Louie's Halloween costumes on my way to Little Rock. Here they are, in all of their glory.
Beaver was a werewolf (I think that's what it is).
Brady (AKA Troy Aikman) is OBSESSED with football. It's frightening.
This is the three of us outside my new favorite store, the Fresh Market.
Beaver was a werewolf (I think that's what it is).
Brady (AKA Troy Aikman) is OBSESSED with football. It's frightening.
Isn't this the cutest skeleton EVER? And though he looks sweet, trust me... he's not!
Me and the boys
The whole famn damily
I met Joe in Little Rock and we met up with Estella at Williams Sonoma. Then we had a yummy meal at P.F. Chang's. No lettuce wraps this time, but some amazing ahi tuna, spareribs, and kung pao shrimp. The service wasn't great, but the food and company were fantastic!
This is the three of us outside my new favorite store, the Fresh Market.
Only 54 shopping days 'til Christmas!
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