From the Marriage Chronicles...

Setting: Last Saturday, in Husband's car, driving home from my parents anniversary party.


Background: I hate sports. (I'm an equal opportunity hater in this case)
I use to like them. I went to every football game for 4 years in high school. 
I'm pretty sure this is why I now hate sports.

Anyway...

Husband turns on the radio to listen to the OSU vs. Nebraska game.
It's AM radio.
And it's really loud.


Me: "This makes me want to throw myself from the car."
Husband: "Do you want me to slow down?"

How did I ever get so lucky? =P

I am not...

Susie Homemaker.

Not even close.

First, an apology... I realize I've neglected this blog. Not for intentional reasons. There must be half a dozen unfinished blogs in drafts as well as the uncounted ones bouncing around inside my brain. It's just that somewhere along the line I became unhappy with life and couldn't find the energy to try and be witty or entertaining. I was stuck professionally in a place that made me unhappy and frustrated for 2 years. So on my 28th birthday Husband and I decided that it was time for a change. A week ago last Friday I walked away from that job. I am now embracing unemployment. I feel free to be myself again and that's the most wonderful feeling in the world. 

Now on with the show.

After 3 days of sloth-like activity I attempted to put myself back in motion yesterday. It wasn't easy considering I'm pretty sure I was a sloth in a previous life and can be far too content to sit around reading books. One of the arrangements of me leaving the previous job was that I would assume full responsibility of cleaning the house and cooking meals. At the time I was desperate for a fresh start. Now I wonder if I was too hasty. 

Part of the horror of being a stay-at-home wife, for me, is having to face the big pile of neglect my house had become while I was gainfully employed. While working I did the bare minimum to get by (laundry) and let's be honest... Husband picked up a lot of the slack. I would sometimes get in these weird cleaning frenzies but they never lasted long and usually the house wound up more of a disaster then when I began. Therein lies the problem, once I start cleaning I become a disorganized scatter-brained freak. This time I swore things would be different. I would have a strategy. 

One big project a day. (Day 1 was cleaning the fridge and it was so traumatizing that I can't even begin to contemplate blogging about it)
Outside of my big projects I was trying to consciously make an effort to keep previously cleaned spaces maintained, which I have found harder to do the further I get in my efforts. 

As a side note... Husband is driving me crazy. I feel like I'm running around picking up after a toddler. He's more disorganized then me, which is saying something. Trying to keep the coffee table clean is battle. I have a folder full of papers and a box of junk that he needs to go through and he keeps just pushing them aside. Men.

Back to what I was saying...

When I was given permission to give my notice I felt this spark ignite inside me. The spark was this intense need to purge. I had 3 large boxes full and waiting for a local charity before I even left my job. After yet another round in the kitchen I have 3 more (smaller) boxes. While cleaning out shelves I found things I didn't even know we had, (a waffle iron, seriously?) and can only assume they were wedding gifts that we had no idea what to do with... 

I have taken 2 grocery bags full of books down to resell at a local bookstore. (It was nice to finally let go of books I had no intention of reading again, a lingering pack-rat tendency I suppose) (Never mind that I turned around to buy half a dozen more with the store credit I earned) (Or that I keep justifying the 15% off coupons B&N sends me)(It's small victories... right?)

Last night I found a box that among other things housed all my Sims 2 software. Once I fought off the urge to reinstall the whole series (I seriously had every expansion, stuff pack & game guide made), I listed everything on Amazon. While cathartic this adventure has made me remember just how much I hate the post office.

My relationship with cooking is a tenuous one. Sometimes I love it. Most days though I resent it. Why food can't magically cook itself is really beyond me. I'm pretty sure my life could be sustained on grilled cheese and nachos but Husband, as he tells me, has more diverse nutritional needs. (I think he just enjoys being difficult) I'm trying to expand my cooking abilities but it's slow going for now.
The whole peace agreement does hit a small snag though. I won't cook meat. He has, at least temporarily, agreed to handle cooking the meat as long as I do the rest. I seriously don't know what he thought was going to happen when he married a vegetarian. (On Thanksgiving I can't even be in the room while he preps the Turkey, the whole thing makes me gag) (And watching him de-skin chicken? Awful)

I guess my point is... I'm trying, and that has to count for something right?

Now it's time to take half of the small league of furry creatures in for their vaccinations. And then to contemplate tackling my bathroom. *shudder* 

Spring fever...

I have spring fever. 

I have it hard core.

Anytime that the sun is out all I want to do is go sit outside. 

I can't get enough of it. 

I think if I could physically hug spring I would.

This past weekend was very "hippie-tastic" for Husband and myself. 

We went to a healthy-living expo. While fascinating it was also a little uncomfortable. I love alternative medicine but seriously? Some of the people there were a little too out-there for my taste. I am so not a hippie. 

After that we attended "EcoFest". I was a little disappointed honestly. There wasn't as much info as I thought there might be. Although to be fair maybe the vendors were a bit burned out by the time we got there. I'm not sure. 

(What can I say... Tulsa has a looong way to go when it comes to environmentalism!)

Sunday was the best. We attended a Compost Bin sale & lecture provided by The M.e.t.  A lot was learned (by me at the very least) and we scored a pretty nifty deal on another compost bin. 

I'm so excited. 

The problem I had was fear. Fear of doing it wrong. 

(Yes I realize that it is really hard to screw up compost... now) 

So let me introduce you to the family.

 Big Bertha (left) & Tiny Tim (right)
We received B.B. a while back as a Christmas gift. She's wonderful but there's a small problem with her. When she's full... I can't move the damn thing. Her design was intimidating. So I procrastinated on composting.
T.T. is the one we received on Sunday. The beauty of him is that when B.B. is full and cooking I can continue to throw things in him. There's a nifty door that slides up and thus allows you to remove the ready compost while the rest cooks on top. Pretty sweet.

Here is Big Bertha all full and ready to be sealed up and left to her business. In theory we still have to roll her and add water but she can be Husband's project.

Tiny Tim shall be my baby. (There was much satisfaction to be had from shedding and throwing his box in to be compost!) 

He's a work in progress. I'm a work in progress.

I look forward to seeing how all this plays out. 

It'll be an interesting journey.

Oh and I totally want to do worm composting now. 

It's ridiculously neat... and gross.

Maybe one day. 

A new year...

We are finally back in the bedroom. I can barely believe it. It feels surreal after all this time. I'm taking the process of moving back in slowly so I can savor the feeling. We are attempting to purge a lot of clutter during this process which can be so time consuming but it feels so good though.
So the tour...

Our new dresser/entertainment center. *love*
Do you see the hidden panel next to the dresser for our breaker box? Pretty fantastic work on Husband's part I must say.

This is the wall that contains the backdoor. (pictured above) We don't have the curtains up yet, long story, but eventually....
The back wall.
Gotta love the matching night-stands. (It was quite the exciting day of furniture shopping let me tell you) They make me feel grown up.
The totes on the floor? I'll explain in the next picture.

This is where the closet will eventually go... We have yet to figure out this little conundrum. There's a hidden door on the far right side that allows us access to the water heater... Husband has plans in place to build a small removable shelving unit against that wall so that we can eventually attach the poles to hang clothing. It's just ridiculously cold outside so who knows how long some of our clothing will remain in totes...
(The trash bag? Clothes for charity)

So there you have it. I'm finally beginning to feel like there's an end to all this madness. We still have trim to lay, doors to stain/paint, curtains to hang, closets to finish, paint to touch up... And that's just the bedroom.

I feel like it will be a year of change and I hope that change is for the better. I have a feeling it will be though. So here's to new beginnings.
(And no I don't make resolutions)

Bah-humbug

"You bought me a present? Why would you do such a thing? I know you think you're being generous, but the foundation of gift giving is reciprocity. You haven't given me a gift, you've given me an obligation. The essence of the custom is that I now have to go out and purchase for you a gift of commensurate value and representing the same perceived level of friendship as that represented by the gift you've given me. Ah, it's no wonder suicide rates skyrocket this time of year. Oh, I brought this on myself by being such an endearing and important part of your life..."

-Sheldon, The Big Bang Theory

(Amen!)

I am Ebenezer Scrooge this time of year. I have absolutely no problem with this. Maybe it has something to do with getting older. I don't know.
I do know that I've always hated Christmas music. Think I'm exaggerating? Ask my mom what I did to her Chipmunks Christmas music...
This makes my desire to shop even less then normal. It's not even December and I swear if I hear "Jingle Bells" one more time I might just snap. Combine this with the fact that I'm prone to panic attacks when crowds are involved and you'll understand why I might become a tab-bit bitchy this time of year.
*sigh*

Husband purchased an Xbox 360. I am now a widow. (As if I needed another reason to hate Microsoft!)

This is perhaps the greatest find of the last several weeks. I got a $10 coupon for Up, as well as an $8 coupon for Monsters, INC. They have an amazing upgrade program, all you have to do is enter the barcodes from previously purchased Disney VHS/DVDs and they give you a coupon for the Blu-Ray version (which also comes with a digital download version that you can import using iTunes). When they offer this for Toy Story 1 & 2 I might die from sheer happiness.

Which reminds me. Our laptop is off at the Best Buy repair center for the 2nd time in, oh let's say, 2 months. First they had to replace the motherboard and now the wireless card. This lead a very frustrated Husband and I to start looking for new laptops, preferably one that is a bit more reliable. This time we went with Sony because it has the Blu-Ray player (for Husband) and an awesome graphics card capable of playing the Sims (for me, obviously). I'm in love. Windows 7 is weird but other than that.

Right. My desktop has also gone crazy in the last 3 days. It now is taking 4 minutes to boot up. We have no idea what's wrong.
*sigh*

Technology, what a bitch.

I got a new book last night that I'm ridiculously excited about. The Kind Diet by Alicia Silverstone. She had blogged about the book over on Crazy Sexy Life and I was intrigued. Besides I need to build up my resources before making any seriously, life-alternating changes. I mean I have an awesome/supportive Husband, but even he has his limits.
(Barnes & Noble keeps throwing coupons at me.) (seriously, 40% off any book for using my mastercard!)(That's not mentioning the 2 15% off ones sitting in my wallet))

I have got to do something about my professional life. Seriously. This sucks. I hate being this unhappy. Ugh.

So in short, wake me up when spring rolls back around. Or at least when the holidays are over.

S.Y.T.Y.C.D. 2009

(If you want to see the complete set (230 photos) clicky here)

Last night the So You Think You Can Dance tour finally came through T-Town. It was glorious and a great time was had by both myself and Husband.

(See how excited we are!? or thoughtful in Husband's case)

I love me some SYTYCD and have watched religiously every summer for 5 seasons now, well 6 if you count this bizarre fall season that just started, but I digress. Husband loves it as much as I do (he joined the bandwagon during season 2) and it was almost entirely his idea to attend last year's tour... this year though we were partners in crime, despite the ticketing price. Last year we had floor seats but we were in the back (boo)... this year we were on the floor but only 4 rows back from the stage. It was sweet to say the very least.

(I got several really good pictures until my camera battery started flashing red... so wanting to conserve the remaining power for videos of my favorite dances I switched to my cell, hence the serious decline in picture quality.)

So enjoy!

(The top 10)

The top 10, plus 2 alternates, introduce themselves.

Some disco with Janette and Brandon to kick the evening off nicely!

A little hip-hop with Jeanine and Phillip is always welcome.

The "butt dance" (contemporary) with Randi & Evan was quite the crowd favorite.

Bollywood with Jason & Caitlin.

Hip-hop with Ade & Janette.

Broadway with Evan & Melissa.

A ridiculously sexy Hip-hop/Salsa with the top 12.
(Probably my favorite group routine EVER)

A zombie hip-hop with Jason and Kayla.

A group Russian folk dance.
(You really had to watch the show to appreciate this.)
(You also need to look at the other pictures in the series to see what happened next...lol)

The top 12 in full Halloween garb at the end of the show.

They promptly went into a thriller routine... Awesome!

A last look at the top 12.

And then it was over...
Until the next tour...

A glimpse...

I haven't blogged lately because... Well... I got nothing...

However, I promised she who shares my namesake that I would blog by the end of the week (which obviously didn't happen, seeing as how it is now next week) so here I am. I know you've missed me. Don't lie.

So you say to yourself... "What's been going on Karen?" To which I reply... "um, let me think about it"

On yoga - Yes, I'm still going. Yep, you guessed it, my body still hates it. Some of the most basic things my body just refuses to do. It screams, protests and threatens to shut down while I try to make it bend and pose. I know patience is a virtue and at some point I will be bending and posing with the best of them but in the meantime it's a struggle. 27 years of being sedentary are coming back to haunt me. No worries though, I will make my body love yoga, whether it wants to or not is irrelevant.

On my quest for better health - Obviously I've been having some issues when it comes to staying with it. Legolas (my Elf boyfriend) is trying his hardest to remind me. Juicing has also been a little problematic as I've been lazy and also have been having a hard time finding kale that isn't dry. So what happens when I don't do the things I know I should be doing? I get sick. My sinuses are killing me. Consequently I can't sleep (especially if I try to take a Claritin D close to bedtime) and have raging headaches. However, I'm getting sick of being sick so I think that will spur me back to the path of health.
In a related note I tried some Almond milk a while back and decided that it is supreme yum. I'm hesitant to try soy products just because I'm heard so many bad things about it... Any recommendations for dairy substitutes? (And if you are a family member reading this don't freak out, I'm not going vegan anytime soon)

On my new phone - I got an iPhone! We've been together for 2 weeks now. The honeymoon phase is over and now we're stuck trying to find our groove. It's a delicate relationship currently because we're still on unfamiliar territory. He (yes my iPhone is male) is a sensitive one and I'm always pushing the wrong buttons. I've been told eventually it'll become easier and like second nature. I hope so because I've lusted after this relationship for so long. (Just for you Karin =P)


Work on the bathroom continues (now that Husband is home). The shower is tiled & grouted. Yesterday he started on the floor (and finished but I'm too lazy to take another picture). It will probably be grouted sometime later this week. I love the design and I love the fact that Husband just dreamed it up out of nowhere. He's so awesome. Now if we could just get done with the house...

So now I'm sure you're saying to yourself... That's great Karen but what have you been doing while your husband has been hard at work? Well... I've been busy too... Sorta.

Yesterday I spent most of the day making our book shelf look pretty and organized again. 250+ books/4 hours later doesn't it look pretty? I also discovered that we apparently need more shelves... Which means I also need to sit down with my thoroughly marked up excel spreadsheet and update some info... Oh books how I love thee... (This is our "read" section... which brings me to...)This didn't happen yesterday, maybe last weekend but here's even more books that I have stashed away somewhere else... This is my to-finish-reading-dammit pile. I need to stop buying books for the love of jeebus. Or just read faster...And this morning I did this... *beams with pride* Welcome to the kingdom of Karen. (And yes Li that is the Sims on my computer screen... but I was working while playing darnit!) Isn't it beautiful? (Although I did forget to dust my keyboard/mouse area...) It feels nice to be organized... even if it won't last.

Let me see... what else?
Oh I signed up for the Nielsen Homescan Consumer Panel. That means I scan in my weekly household purchases and transmit the data for free stuff! Yep, I love me some free stuff. I got the scanner in Friday and finally set up the store information today along with scanning in my first purchases. I'm excited.

Honestly, I think that's all. Even if it's not my brain refuses to think anymore. Over and out.

*Insert clever words*

Life first. Blogger later.

Hence why I haven't been blogging.
I've been (what feels like) extraordinarily busy lately.

Since my last post I officially become a year older. I don't feel particularly wiser but the aches and pains tell me that I am indeed getting older.

My parents gave me money so I could finally get off my lazy butt and take some yoga classes. Last Monday I went. The studio I picked offers the first class for free which is nice and the class sizes are very small which is even nicer. That being said... yoga hates me. Or more precisely my body hates yoga. Everyone assumes because I'm thin I'm flexible and will rock at yoga... those myths were quickly dispelled. I'm not giving up though. Mostly because after it was all said and done I left the studio with a big grin on my face and felt absolutely relaxed.

I also hit Kohl's (*love*) yesterday with some additional birthday money. I bought 8 (yes 8, I would have bought more if they had my size) of those tank tops with the built in bras (and no, not the creepy kind meant to enhance your boobs). As well as 2 pairs of "yoga" pants (because the drawstring in the pants I wore last week sort of bruised my tailbone). It was freaking sweet.

For my actual birthday Husband and I went to the zoo. It was something close to a million degrees out so we didn't last long before giving up. It was still fun though. (pictures can be found on flickr... I'm too lazy to import pictures here today)

Yesterday we bought our tickets for So You Think You Can Dance which is coming through T-Town again in October. I'm ridiculously excited and we got most excellent seats.
Yesterday we also finally saw Up. And yes, I cried like a little baby. I have to say though... I really think this is the best Disney/Pixar movie in a long time. Even Husband liked it, which is saying something since he loathes animated movies.

Speaking of which... we saw Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Now it's no secret that I am not a fan of the movies to begin with. I think they don't even come close to doing justice to the books. That being said... from a strictly entertainment standpoint... I was so bored the entire movie. It's been so long since I read the books that I couldn't nit-pick too much (That was Husbands job this time) so I don't think it was that. I was just surprised at how bored I was given my very low expectations. Anywho...

I've started clipping coupons. I even went to 2 different workshops (This girl is amazing) to get the low-down on how to make couponing worth it. As you can imagine this takes up quite a bit of time. However, it's addictive. Evey time we go out shopping now I get giddy when Husband works out how much we saved. I could spend hours googling coupons. Seriously.

So there you have it. Life has kept me occupied. There's probably no end in sight either, seeing as how I now own the first 9 Sookie Stackhouse books with book 10 on pre-order... Speaking of which I need to eat some breakfast...

Taking time...

Last Friday was my 5 year anniversary with Husband.

We took a weekend trip up to St. Louis. 6 hours, many pee breaks, and lots of car dancing later we arrived...


You know you aren't in Oklahoma anymore when you see this...


Day 1 (Friday) we hit the zoo. I *heart* the St. Louis zoo so much... besides you can't argue with free.


We paid $3 and got to pet some sting rays. It was awesome, yet creepy. I got soaked after a ray got "spooked" and slapped a wave of water at me... I smelled like fish the rest of the day... After 5+ hours we called it quits.


The device that shall enable us to stay married for another 5 years... Our hotel didn't offer free wi-fi and we got fed up trying to find Panera Bread everytime we wanted to go somewhere... Therefore a trip to Best Buy was necessary to ensure we didn't strangle each other during our "nice, romantic getaway".

Day 2 (Saturday) we visited the science museum (which was also free, are you noticing a theme yet?).


I am the biggest nerd, ever.


T-Rex wants your soul...

Overall, we had a great time. We dined at Hard Rock Cafe for our anniversary, because really would you expect less of us? It was an exhausting trip but severly overdue... It's nice to get away with your best friend every once in a while.

**A small apology**

-I'm trying really, really hard to keep up with your blogs. I swear. I know I don't comment but that's because I'm lazy, you knew this so don't act indignant or surprised. I also haven't felt funny or insightful lately. Sorry. Hopefully my brain will begin to function again soon. Until then know that I'm faithfully stalking you. lol

A week belated...

5 years (and one week) later...

Happy anniversary to the man who knows all of my neuroses and loves me anyway.
(Seriously the man deserves a medal or something...)

The juice, it is green!

My juicer arrived Friday.
I was so giddy with excitement that I made Husband text me a picture of it.
Saturday morning I was awake and out of bed by 7:30. I finally managed to get Husband out of bed and us to the farmer's market by about 8:15ish... There I purchased massive amounts of romaine lettuce, kale and green onion (no, the onions weren't for the lemonade... I just can't resist the smell of green onions). After a short trip by Whole Foods to get my apples and lemons we were home and washing/peeling all the food for the juicer.

Part of my farmer's market buy freshly washed and ready to juice. We doubled the ingredients to make enough for both of us so we have 2 heads of romaine lettuce and approximately 10 stalks of kale.

My apples and lemon, 2 of each. We peeled the lemons just to be safe and sliced the apples just to avoid any seed mishaps. Better safe then sorry with my nice new juicer.

Husband took over. I think he was far more fascinated with my juicer then me!

All of my pulp, which goes directly into my flower beds because it's an excellent fertilizer.

The finished product!

Husband loves the green lemonade. He even made me get of bed this morning to make him some before work. There's also a very good chance he'll drag me out again tomorrow morning. I won't complain too much though because I'm so happy he likes it.

It's yummy, it's way nutritious, and it's green. I'm not sure where you can wrong with that...

Yes, I'm sticking close to my fruit breakfast but failing miserably on everything else. I'm sure it just takes time. Mostly though I blame the cows for making such yummy dairy products.

Preamble to: West Coast, yo!

Karen is tired.
Karen is never leaving Husband home alone again.
Karen came home to a house that looked like it had exploded.
Karen is very, very tired.

I have rounded up the piles of dirty clothes and shipped them over to the in-laws for washing.
I have started tackling the mounds of mail piled around the house. My sack o' recycling will soon be over flowing.
Phone calls have been made to rectify certain monetary issues.
Computers are being synced and eventually photos will be uploaded to flickr.

I still haven't unpacked.
I still haven't totally caught husband up on all my adventures. This shall be remedied tonight over Mexican food.
I still need to do the dishes that Husband has neglected.

Mostly I need to sleep.

My flight landed at 8 last night, I didn't get to bed until after 11 and then I had to work at the ugly butt-crack o' dawn. Loosing 3 hours and flying for nearly 5 wears the body out.
My back hurts and I'm cranky.

Let me just say though... Michelle, Josie, and Lauri... I love you guys. Thanks for the most wonderful vacation this girl has had in a loooong time.

Counting it down..

West-Coast trip top 10
(This will be a 2 parter folks, sorry)

Top 5 things I'm afraid of:

1. That my hair will look greasy and nasty by the time I land in San Jose because I won't be able to shower that morning.

2. That I won't know what is/isn't ok to pack in my carry on, be deemed a terrorist and forced to a strip search by a burly security guard named Wanda.

3. That I'll have a window seat, become horribly claustrophobic, freak out, be deemed a terrorist
and stun-gunned in the aisle.

4. That I'll forget to pack something important, like underwear.

5. That Husband will watch our favorite shows while I'm gone and "accidentally" erase them.

From the basement files...

I’m not good at “keeping house”. This realization more often than not leaves me feeling completely inadequate as both a wife and partner. I just can’t seem to make myself tackle things like dishes or dusting because they are never ending. I’ve gotten better about staying on top of laundry but that is a steep uphill battle for me. I honestly believe there’s some key element missing from my DNA.

Today I tried to be better, for both myself and Husband. Expired food was chunked from cabinets. Appliances were somewhat cleaned. Countertops wiped down. Dishes were done and put away. Cabinets and drawers were cleaned out and reorganized. Eventually though I ran out of steam. I always run out of steam. I want to be proud of myself but I look around at all that still needs to be done and pride is a hard thing to find.

I keep thinking that if I minimize the amount of “stuff” then keeping it maintained will be easier. So I box/bag up piles of things to give away to charity and family members. I feel relieved to see them go and think to myself, “Ok this should be easier now…” but it never is. The “stuff” I gave away seems to be replaced by other “stuff” faster than I can become aware of it happening.

I’ve really been trying the last few months to clear out the “stuff” in our house. I’ve tried very hard to be cognizant of what we’re buying and how it will fit into the grand scheme of “stuff” already owned by us. It’s just not easy. I’m prone to deep emotional attachment to our “stuff” and Husband is prone to packrat-ness. I envy people who can pack their most valuable possessions into their car; I envy people who aren’t owned by their “stuff”.

I keep waiting for that epiphany. Waiting for that moment when things will just make sense. I’m not sure where I belong in this universe, what my purpose in this life is. I wish I could clear away all the unnecessary “stuff” from my proverbial basement and get to the heart of the matter. Where’s that catalyst when you need one?

Monopoly...

Dear Monopoly:
I hate you.
Please eradicate yourself from existence.
Thanks,
One angry wife

It's Amazing... or not.

It never fails to amaze me how annoyed the following combination can make me: Husband+College Football. Dear god someone help me. I'm so tired of hearing him complain about how much he hates our tv and wants a big screen. Or ditching me in favor of watching the game at his parents house (which leads back to the whole argument of how inferior our tv is). Men.

It also never fails to amaze me how much I can hate my job. Seriously. Some days I feel like I work in a nut house on the schizophrenic floor. There is no winning.

From the Marriage Chronicles...

Husband and I are having movie night.
I vote for Elizabethtown because for some reason I'm on a chick flick binge.
I make some delicious popcorn that I promptly coat in Nacho Cheese salt (heavenly!).
We're crawling into bed.
I have the popcorn on my lap as I'm snuggling in.
I immediately spill half the popcorn in bed.
I gasp in horror.
Husband shrugs, starts the movie and eats the popcorn off the bed.
This is why he's my soul mate.
(FYI, yes I washed the sheets afterwards)

April 10th baby...

Me+Husband+Nickelback=One fantastic night.
April 10th 2009, 7pm.
I can't wait.



Rockstar - Nickelback
(Probably one of my all-time favorite videos)

Disappointment reigns supreme...

(Cast of Twilight)

I had horribly low expectations for this movie. I mean really low. And somehow I still managed to be annoyed/disappointed. Go figure.

I love books. I love to read for the sake of reading. I may have a degree in English Ed but I hate analyzing literature. I like to enjoy a good story. To me, Twilight is a great story. Twilight the movie, however, is an abomination. To be fair though... I'm one of those obnoxious people who wants the movie to follow the book. Husband hates taking me to see the Harry Potter movies (I nearly walked out of the 4th movie I was so angry). However, those I can handle because they at least stay true to the essence of what Harry Potter is. This was... awful. The casting was terrible. The acting... laughable. They changed who the characters were at their very core and that is unforgivable to me.

Went to the NIN concert last night with Husband. I have never been to a worse concert in my life, I'm dead serious. The opening act was bizarre and all the strobe lights pointed directly in my face nearly made me blind. I'm not a huge NIN fans to begin with but I've liked some of their big hits. I think I knew approximately 4 songs the entire concert. Even Husband gave up and sat down during most of the concert. And when did Trent Reznor go from looking like a goth-type to looking like the lead singer from 3 Doors Down? And frankly 3 Doors Down would have been a much better concert.

Oh well. Time to go snuggle up with a good book I suppose.

WWIII...

She looks sweet enough right?

The facts as I know them:
Husband gets out of bed.
I assume it's because the alarm is about to go off and it's time to get up.
He flips on the kitchen lights.
Lots of cussing/yelling and banging can be heard from that general direction.
I sit up, totally disoriented because it's only 3 and not 5:30.
Husband calls Sabrina into the house.
Sabrina starts her doggy war cry and massive amounts of noise start coming from that general direction.
Suddenly the noise comes to where I am and the lights are flipped on.
I start screaming.
Husband is yelling for Sabrina to get the mouse.
Lots of banging.
Something starts to scream bloody murder.
I hear Husband try to wrestle it from Sabrina.
Husband goes outside where remarks of "good dog" can be heard.
I start sobbing because the light is on and I have no idea nor do I want to know what the hell just happened.
He crawls back in bed.

Apparently some mutant rat/mouse thing found its way into the house... It was also apparently 1/4 the size of the dog trying to kill it. I asked for no more details.