Friday Favorites!

This might be kind of different this week, but it will probably be better than last week because I had a moment of 'smart' and decided to jot some things down over the week! There is also a little extra 'aw' and 'ha' factor on the end, just for some smiles.

Oh! And because I am such an attention whore, apparently, I need more comments to be happy. So, I changed my comments to be "anyone can comment" after I realized people were making accounts just to comment on here...aka, after I realized it wasn't set up like that in the first place. So, now the whole world can leave me messages! Aren't you excited? Yea, I thought so.

Friday Favorites!

First and foremost, I learned this week that if you blog about giant extinct reptiles killing people, you're blog will be googled. 700 times. In 12 hours. (I'm not going to lie, it's because of this that I now know I'm an attention whore. "Only 100 hits today? Psst.")

There are some people whose advice on books you should never follow.

There is a difference between what Hoxworth says and what Hoxworth means. Observe:
Say: "You cannot donate blood if you have gotten a tattoo in the last 12 months."
Mean: "We will still take your blood, but we will bitch about it because now we have to run all these extra tests.
Say: "You cannot donate blood if you have received third world medical care."
Mean: "Not only will we not be taking your blood, but instead of calling you every 4 weeks like we have for the last five years, we will be nearly hanging up on you because we're afraid that you have an undiscovered third world disease that can be transmitted through the telephone wire. We will not be calling again."

I hate hospitals. I think my sister is an alien. (Believe me, they are related.)

As much as I believe I can figure anything out, it is not a good idea to break out tools I don't know the names of and attempt to take apart a lamp in an attempt to rewire it and finagle it to my headboard. The clicky thingy and the electrical box thingy do actually have to stay attached for it to work, apparently. (Technical terms, of course.)

I should not browse bookstorse online at 1am, I end up regretting the amount I spend. But, it's so hard to pass up an awesome B&N sale because they never happen. (I do actually sleep on occasion, I promise.)

If you cut your lip along the top or bottom edge, people will look at you funny.

Take 10 hours and a combination of orange juice+tea+water+water+tea+tea+water and you end up with bi-hourly sleep breaks to pee.

To add to evidence that people should retake their drivers test at a certain age (like...65 or so), I watched a woman park in the row in front of my work yesterday. As she backed up with what I think she believed was 'precision,' she turned off the car and got out. Not only had she not ended up in one spot, but she had also managed to park in four spots. Amazing.

I think I'm going to attempt a new recipe: Rosewater Panna Cotta. It looks and sounds delicious, but how it turns out is a completely different story. This is buttermilk panna cotta, but you get the idea:


One person I will not be taking recipe advice from after viewing this video, however, is Paula Deen:


Kudos to E. Slaten for showing me this disgustingness.

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The "aw" factor.

Just to add to all the other reasons that I'm sure I have the most amazing man in the world, here's a few more.

He sends me messages at night that say things like "Goodnight baby. I can't wait until I can say it in person every night. Love you." and "I just wanted to tell you that you are beautiful and I love you. Goodnight baby." and wakes me up with one of these: "Good morning beautiful." and hits me with one of these in the middle of the day: "Hey, I love you."

And if all that weren't enough, we were standing around in the camper today and I had 11 month old Arabella. I turned to B and said "Do you want her?" and he said "Sure!" in no form of sarcastic tone at all, and took her right from me. Yea, that's right. My man likes babies. Proof:


And as we were walking away, leaving kids aged 11 months, 4 years, 6 years and 13 years old after watching them for awhile, he goes "I love kids" in the most serious tone ever.

=] I don't think I could be luckier!

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The "ha" factor.

These conversations are real, and have not been altered in anyway. Well, maybe a little altered to how I remember them...and for dramatic affect. But, not much.

At Dinner, 8 year old Ethan is saying the prayer:
E: Thank you Jesus for giving us food. And for being good. And for taking away...taking away...*pause* What is it?"
S: "Sins"
E: "Oh yea! Sins. And for the food we're eating. Amen." Lol.

Ethan and Granny's morning story:
Ethan: "Once there was a little boy. His name was Ethan. And there was a Granny whose name was Granny. And Ethan sometimes spent the night at Granny's but not very often. But, she has no idea how much time he's going to be spending at Granny's now because he hates getting up at six in the morning to come over here."

HA! Yea, that's my life right there ;)

I should probably also say that I wrote this post in several 5 minute increments today as that was pretty much all the time I had (I couldn't bare a Friday Favorites! post on Saturday. Tsk tsk!) so I apologize for typos and/or repeats!

Friday Favorites!

I've decided to start doing a post on Fridays of the week's most amazing/funny/stupid moments and things I've learned, because everyone can relate to the TGIF theory (and, maybe even the 90's shows).

But, you know me, and that probably means I'll make this post now and do it again in three months and mention it as if I've been doing it all along :) So, we'll see!


Friday Favorites

-Walking by a sale of hats, gloves, and t-shirt at my University and seeing a nice grey t-shirt with the words "UNFUCK THE WORLD" on it. Yea, I'm pretty proud to be a member of this Uni haha.

-Spreading my happiness around to people who probably don't care, and not caring at all that they don't care ;)

-Hitting arctic temperatures this morning with a windchill of -19. I have no idea how MckMama does it, I couldn't stand this for very long!

-I had a customer the other day who was incredibly loud, stinky, and hard to understand. And every time he would finish a sentence he would blow out, and let me tell you folks: he was not a teeth brusher (did he have any, anyway?). But it was an endless source of laughter for a good hour after that.

-Coming to terms with the fact that my manager is pretty much always going to be a bag of douche, and will always have his tag sticking out of the back of his shirt. But, hey, I'll always laugh about it...and I'll probably eventually get fired for saying something to him that I shouldn't. Thus is life! ;)

-Spending some time with Ethan, who is only too old to tell me he loves me when anyone else is listening. Can't believe my baby will be 8 at the end of the month!



....this seemed more exciting before I started writing it, and then I suddenly forgot all of the awesomeness of this week. Hmm.

But, of course, we can't forget the pre-engagement! :D Best thing ever. I'm pretty sure I've never been this happy in my entire life, and I don't know that I could be any happier!




Onto another note. Casey asked a few weeks ago if any had significant others who read their blogs. My answer to that is: no. As you all know, my entire purpose in creating this blog was to figure all this military stuff out by reading all your blogs (yes, I am using you). B knows about this, but he does not read it nor does he have the address for it. In fact, we refer to it as my "secret blog"...though, 'secret' isn't exactly accurate if we talk about it anyway, ha! Actually, no one that I actually know has the address for this blog save one person around here and a couple who don't live around here, and that's simply because of two facts: 1. I talk about B in all kinds of ways and ask you lovely people for advice, and I prefer for him to think that my actions are solely made up by my own mind (because, why wouldn't they be? pssht) and 2. because due to the fact that B and I have known each other for 8 years, went to school together, and hung out in the same group of people all the time (it helps when you only have 33 people in your graduating class), most of our friends are mutual friends between the two of us. Thus, I write something about him, they read it, they tell B, and I'm in trouble. See? Yes, it's a tangled web of amazingness. So no, B doesn't read it!

But, your blogs are actually becoming increasingly helpful to us (even B has said so, since I relay some messages to him on occasion) in a lot of things. Specifically Melissa's as she ventures into base-housing-land and Lindsay's as she plans her wedding (I am actually stealing ideas. I'll put you in the bibliography ;]).

So, thank you all for continuing to tell complete strangers all about your life, I'd be lost without it!