The Internet hates me.

So there’s supposed to be a post today.  A lovely and wonderful post about a new service that I found and how I got my first item and I was SO excited and it’s great.  There would have been pictures and everything.  iPhone pictures, but pictures nonetheless.

This post would be fun, wonderful and informative…if the internet didn’t hate me.  I’d blame my phone for not being able to properly upload the pictures to my computer; but last night, after I’d painstakingly emailed myself the photos so that I could manually save and upload them one at a time, they still aren’t showing up in my inbox.  Oh, the emails are there, taunting me with my own name in the from line, but Yahoo won’t let me download them.  Well, that’s not true, it let me download two.  Just enough for me to think that it’s working, but not enough for me to do anything with.

The internet hates me. Read More

April 21, 2011 21 Comments Short URLGeekery, I fail at life., Mundane and Such

What is your favorite curse word?

HA!  You SO thought this p0st was going to be about cussing, didn’t you?  Dirty birds…

It’s about interviews.  As in I want to start doing them for bloggers.  Fun, interviews where we can probe their minds for the brilliant and mundane.  It’s totally fun, you get to know people you didn’t before and get to see sites you may not have heard of.  And I get to channel my inner Ricki Lake.

I already know part of what I’m asking and I’ll probably steal some from the Proust Questionnaire, which is where James Lipton on Inside The Actors Studio gets his adapted questions from.  AND, which is, by the way, pretty much just a 19th century slambook.  (No, really, it kinda was.)

But here is where you help me out.  Give me some questions to ask our interviewees.  Somber, silly, stupid…whatever you want. (Also, if you’re a blogger, volunteer to be interviewed.  I’ll be nice, promise.)

At worst, it’ll be a post you skip.  At best, we all make new friends, which is the best thing ever. (It is.  No, it IS.   Honestly, did you learn nothing from Sesame Street?)

Lay it on me!!

April 20, 2011 50 Comments Short URLUncategorized

Five Not-so-Easy Steps

So, I’m in grad school right now.  I’m getting a Master of Liberal Studies with an emphasis on Creative Writing.  (Mock my MLS all you want, it’s part-time so I can still work and it’s free because my job is amazing.)  However, I didn’t start this degree with writing as an emphasis.  One of the classes I had to take was a course on journaling.  I was SUPER afraid it would be this just massive love-fest where people vomited out their angst all over each other and we call sat around and cried and patted each other on the ass.

I was SO wrong. Read More

April 19, 2011 17 Comments Short URLMusings, Writerly Things

T.M.J. can kiss my A.S….you know the rest.


We all have TMJ.  Yours just isn’t broken……or maybe it is.  Part of the reason I’ve been missing other than life being busy is that I am have some issues with my jaw.  Namely osteoarthritis that causes TMJ.

What people call TMJ is actually TMJD or TMD, temporomandibular joint disorder.  Everyone’s got a TMJ, two actually.  It’s the joint that connects your head and your jaw together.  Mine, using the technical term, is all jacked up.  For whatever reason, probably due to teeth clenching, the little disc in between my jaw bone and skull is wonky on the right side and got pushed forward and is protecting nothing.  So my bones are rubbing together, which makes fun crunchy noises and causes headaches, ear pain and has made the nice pretty ball part of my mandible worn down kinda flat.  Yawning hurts, gum is out forever, I have to wear a splint that keeps my jaw apart during the night, I take about 1400 mg of ibuprofen a day and sometimes, when it’s really bad, even making out with Jethro hurts.

All in all, this blows. Read More

April 18, 2011 40 Comments Short URLHealth, I fail at life., My Broken Face, Rants

Miss me, darlings?

Whew.  Y’all.  March kinda sucked.  (I mean, the whole Charlie Sheen thing?  I bet President Bartlet is PISSED.)  But April is looking up. 

As before, I won’t apologize for my absence.  But I did miss you all and hope that you missed me too.

And for those you who didn’t, I give you this. (the real fun starts at 1:20.)


Can you really hate anyone who give you videos of baby penguin tickles?  (And if that didn’t make you smile, go away.  We cannot be friends.)

I am currently in a Starbucks in Oklahoma.  OKLAHOMA, Y’ALL.  I feel a need to tone my accent down lest they find me out and then set me alight.

Jethro keeps tempting fate by wearing his Aggie hat.  But it’s deer camo, so no one notices.  (I know.  I married a man who does not hunt but wears a deer camo hat.  My 25 year old self would be HORRIFIED.  My 31 year old self isn’t too pleased either, actually.)

Jethro’s family has a farm here (well, a small ranch really) and we’ll probably move up here eventually.  And raise tiny Okies. 

And although it is pretty up here and I really want my kids to grow up near family, the Dallas-girl in me wakes up occasionally and goes, “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

So help me out,  y’all.  Who knows anything about Oklahoma?  Tell me something nice about it.  Who can give me good reasons to move to a state with lots of dust, crazy wind, cracked out OU fans and NO EFFING KATE SPADE STORE??

(…I mean, no Kate Spade.  Jiminy Christmas, what kind of heathen country is he moving me to?!?)

April 16, 2011 34 Comments Short URLI fail at life.

Sometimes, you just need a reminder…

Some wise words from the creator of Calvin and Hobbes. Full text here.

Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement. In a culture that relentlessly promotes avarice and excess as the good life, a person happy doing his own work is usually considered an eccentric, if not a subversive. Ambition is only understood if it’s to rise to the top of some imaginary ladder of success. Someone who takes an undemanding job because it affords him the time to pursue other interests and activities is considered a flake. A person who abandons a career in order to stay home and raise children is considered not to be living up to his potential-as if a job title and salary are the sole measure of human worth.
You’ll be told in a hundred ways, some subtle and some not, to keep climbing, and never be satisfied with where you are, who you are, and what you’re doing. There are a million ways to sell yourself out, and I guarantee you’ll hear about them.

To invent your own life’s meaning is not easy, but it’s still allowed, and I think you’ll be happier for the trouble.

 

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March 25, 2011 21 Comments Short URLMusings

Too much booty in da pants.

*UPDATE: How come nobody told me that I didn’t include a picture in the original post when there obviously should have been one?  You’re all fired.*

First off, WordPress and I were not friends yesterday. I couldn’t post, I couldn’t respond, it NEVER takes me out anymore…we nearly broke up.

Things are better now, but we’re taking it a day at a time and seeing how it goes.

Secondly, I need to lose weight.  Not in a “my self-esteem is hurting” way, but a “you’ve gained too much and now your clothes fit funny and you have less energy” sort of way.

Plus, the champagne J.Crew bridesmaid dress for my sister-in-law’s that I bought in October? DOES. NOT. FIT. 

Oh, it fits.  But in a “Lord, Jesus woman, if you bust that zipper you’ll take the whole room out,” fashion.

Or as Jethro’s dad would say, “Ten pounds of hog in a five-pound sack.” Read More

March 24, 2011 56 Comments Short URLI fail at life.

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Sad Bastard Songs: The Covers

Oh, how I love cover songs.  Maybe it’s the feeling of the familiar made strange, maybe I appreciate an artist’s homage to the original, maybe I just fear change; but dear Lordy I love me some cover songs.

Good ones, of course.  The bad ones can die in a fire.

Here’s my list of Sad Bastard Songs: The Covers Edition.** Read More

March 22, 2011 8 Comments Short URL, , I gots the music in me, You Sad Bastard

Eatin’ Pants: Rosanne Cash’s Potato Salad

When Jethro and I get invited to cook-outs and parties by friends of his, there’s a definite pattern.

We get invited.
Jethro forgets to tell me.
The hosts know Jethro, so they send me an invitation also because I am the social director of our marriage.
I scrounge for recipes to make something good for the party, possibly baked and chocolate, out of a deep-seated need to be loved.
I finally find something. It’s going to be amazing
The day before the party, I go to the store and pick out the ingredients.
The night before, I realize I’ve forgotten something.
The day of, I go out and get the forgotten ingredient. About four hours later than I intended to go shopping because there’s a “Flip This House” marathon on.
I come home and realize that the recipe takes about five hours total.
I cuss.
I end up making something I’ve made before, probably from Smitten Kitchen, sure that everyone will hate it.
We go to the party after I’ve changed three times and bemoan the fact that I’m fat.
Everyone at the party ends up liking what I’ve made because it’s free food and they’re already three beers in.
I swear that the next time I’ll be more prepared.
Rinse, repeat three weeks later.

Anyway, here’s my last culinary creation, courtesy of Smitten Kitchen. (Of course.)  It’s Rosanne Cash’s Americana Potato Salad. Despite the implications of the title and the heritage of the author, you will not poop red, white and blue or fart country music. (Which is a damn shame, if you ask me.)  It’s super tasty.  Just make sure you make it in enough time to let it get nice and cold in the fridge.  And don’t forget the fresh dill.  That’s what makes it fancy and makes you look like a good cook.

There should be pictures of this, but we ate it all. So here’s my favorite Johnny Cash photo. (Aren’t they sweet?)

March 21, 2011 14 Comments Short URLEatin' Pants, Recipes

Beating the Marriage Demons

Y’ALL.  You know Lizzie, from Love Your Way, right? (No, she’s not on my blog roll, and yes I will be correcting that. Although with like 50 other people who need to be added due to massive awesome.)

Anyway, she’s been hearing a lot of flak about marriage lately. Some real, some not, but ALL super troubling to an adorable engaged couple who will be getting married in the future. 

So what’s Lizzie do? 

She doesn’t blindly believe those who are having marital troubles and make blanket statements like, “Marriage changes EVERYTHING.”

She doesn’t dismiss them and forge blindly ahead, while missing what might be valuable advice.

She doesn’t just build a blanket fort and hide from the world with her fiance, while sticking her fingers in her ears going, “LALALALALALA, CAN’T HEAR YOU.” (My favorite option, personally.)

No.  She smartly gets proactive.  She goes to people who are married, divorced or both and says, ‘Hey.  I’ve been hearing this.  What do y’all think?” and then makes a series out of it on her blog called, “Marriage Demons.”

Not as fun as a blanket fort, but SO MUCH more helpful to her and her readers in the same boat.

I have a post up today, but definitely check out the previous two.  And then look at the rest of her site, because it’s so dang pretty and cool.  And make sure to check out Template Thursdays.  (that’s my favorite.)

And then go and kick those Marriage Demons square in their ugly faces.

 *Amazing image from Love Your Way.  (She and Isaiah are designers!  Check out their Etsy shop!)

March 14, 2011 5 Comments Short URLUncategorized

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