Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Weekend

Hey y'all!!

I finally have a fun weekend that I need to blog what if it's Wednesday and I have needed a couple of days to catch up...I think this means that I am old.

I have been sick for the last couple of days and fortunately I have a job that allows me to work from home...except today I am working from the hospital room of my Papa. He is in here for some chest/stomach pains and they are running some tests, so if y'all would please say a prayer for him...I would greatly appreciate it.

Thanks loves.

Let's talk about this weekend.
I went back home to the 918..aka Tulsa area.
It was a whirlwind of a weekend. I had a million things planned, people to see and I needed to pack up my house...or start packing up my house.
I may or may not have gotten anything packed.
Oh well....when fun is to be had, you have to let something go..and packing it was.

Saturday I was up bright and early, put on my orange and headed to the greatest place on earth.
Home of the limey, the cowboys, pistol pete and all my fond memories from college.
Bestie and I got to Stilly and started out morning out right with a bloody mary.
Sadly no picture.
Afterwards we grabbed some drinks to go and headed to tailgate and do some Arby's work.

Bestie does Marketing for Arby's and we do this tailgate for them...well, I may or may not have traded some Free Arby's Curly Fries cards for a couple of jello shots.
People love their Curly Fries...and I love me some jello shots on game day.

Now for the best part of the day, besides our win against TCU...I had my first blogger meet-up with none other than my fellow OSU alum and the sweetest, cutest, funniest, blonde-haired blogger, Sami from Sami's Shenanigans.
(I stole this picture from her, she is way better at taking pictures than I am)
She is exactly like she is on her blog, which is super sweet and hilarious, LOVE her. I could tell right off, that we would be great friends!! I wish we could have chatted longer, but it was so GREAT to see her.
Sami...we are so going to have to plan another blogger meet up!
Love ya girl!

I realized fast that I am no longer young and can't hang like I used to after tailgating all day, cheering on the cowboys, and going to a Halloween party afterwards...which I left early...and was in bed by ten.
It sucks getting old.

On Sunday, I went to this handsome man's first birthday party...Little Man style.
He is adorable, his sister is adorable...actually the whole family is adorable. I just adore them so much.
We had a great time and it was so nice to spend time celebrating a birthday...perfect way to end the weekend.

Anyway...that's the weekend and might be the only fun weekend for a little while. My work schedule is getting to be a little crazy for November.

Please keep both my grandparents in your prayers.
Thanks guys :)



Thursday, October 25, 2012

Red sparkly cape

I drove to work yesterday wearing a red sparkly cape and the Wonder Woman logo on my shirt.
I had a blue tutu sitting next to me in the passenger seat.
Do you know how hard it is to drive wearing a huge ass blue tutu.
Which is why it was sitting next to me while I was, do you know how ridiculous I would look to the people driving next to me.
I mean...the red sparkly cape I can see as being fine...but it might be overboard with the tutu.

It made me happy though knowing that I personally knew of nine more ladies who were also driving to work in costumes.
I just wonder what other people who were driving beside us thought about the girl who was dressed as a peacock.

I absolutely love my job and the ladies I work with.

Where else do you get to wear a costume to a work meeting?

I may work long, crazy random hours.

I may not get to talk to my friends as much.

I may drive all over the freaking country and get lost a time or two and find my way almost to Texas....but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Because yesterday I got to wear a red sparkly cape and a blue tutu to work.

Not going to lie...some days when I am at work and feeling the craziness of it all and wondering "what did I get myself into"

someone will walk in the office and tell me that last week they were diagnosed with cancer and they have no idea what happens, being her only hope at the point...I put on my invisible red sparkly cape and do whatever I can to help her.

It may not be much...but sometimes being someones all the hope they need.

and that makes my heart happy.


Tuesday, October 23, 2012

That time I almost bought some cows

I know, I need to adjust your eyes...I am indeed blogging two days in a row!! out...I just might be back on the bloggy track.
For now anyway.

I was born and raised in the country, actually I think the only time I ever really lived in "town" has been went I went off to college and lived in Stillwater.
and after I graduated college, I have been living in town for like the last six years.
That is up until about two months ago when I re-located for my new job and have been staying with the Nana and Papa on their ol' farm.

Let me tell can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl.
I've always loved living in the's spacious, you actually have room to do things. My dogs get to run all over the place...and they LOVE it.

I love me some peace and quite.
No trains
No sirens
No crazy-ass stupid neighbors in a blue house with fifty cars and five hundred kids driving you batty.
Actually Nana and Papa do have one crazy-ass neighbor, who I have not quite figured out yet...but he is on my list.

I do however, feel as though Nana and Papa have all this land and nothing to occupy it.
Therefore, I almost bought some cows.

You heard me...I almost bought some cows.

Yes, I grew up in the country but I might be the most clueless country girl you have ever met when it comes to cattle.

Horses..I know a thing or two...but cattle...not so much.

There is this thing called RFDTV and my Papa is pretty much obsessed with it, that and the Newlywed Game on the Game show network.

Anyway back to the time I almost bought some cattle.
On RFDTV they do this auction where they are auctioning off cattle...I don't know about y'all but I love a good auction.

I'm pretty competitive and auctions are no different...I like to beat out everyone...sometimes I get so caught up in lifting that little paddle for the highest bid that I forget that you actually have to pay for this stuff.
And this auction is the best becuase you can bid on things from the comfort of your own your pj's.

Let's just say that I was thisclose to purchasing some cute little blonde calf's.
Basically I just wanted one...but they were selling 48 for 1500.00.
Well, that's a little out of my range.

One. I don't know what I'm going to do with ONE calf much less 48.
Two. I think I can find a better way to spend 1500 dollars.

See how cute these little blonde calf's are...they are Charolais (this isn't the actual cattle...I googled these)

Alas...the dream of outbidding some farmer and having my own cattle will have to wait another day.

Until then, I will just stick to what I know.

Reality shows, wine and shopping.


Monday, October 22, 2012

The Weekend

It seems these days I only tend to blog on Mondays.
I think like anything I's always easier to start on a Monday.
Diets, working out, blogging...I always start with good intentions...and then, well you don't see another blog until the following Monday.

I'll try and do better this week.

My mom came down for a visit this weekend

I tried to convince my Uncle to let me ride his bike this weekend.
He pretty much wasn't having it, so I just decided for now I will take pictures...I will work on him some more, surely he will let me ride it

You hit a few curbs and what not, and people think you can't drive a motorcycle...puhhlease.

My Nana and I decided to make some cookies yesterday.
She got out her cookbook, and I asked her which recipe we were doing, she told I proceeded to get the first couple of ingredients.
When I looked down at the bowl, I told Nana she forgot to add the brown sugar..she said,"We don't put brown sugar in this recipe."
I was like..."Yes we do, it says so right here!"

Well...apparently the two of us, we were looking at different recipes and we each were putting in our own ingredients into the bowl.

Needless to say, I walked out of the kitchen.
The cookies turned out pretty good though.
Considering they were from two different recipes.


Monday, October 15, 2012

Hello, Monday

Goooood Morning loves

It's a beautiful morning here in Oklahoma...well, I'm sure it's a beautiful morning...the sun hasn't come out yet...but the weather is the perfect fall temp.
I've already been outside this morning to referee dogs vs. cats round 634.
In case you are wondering the cats won...just like they win every time.
Little ol' Bentley just wants to be friends, but the cats think otherwise.

On a good note, I found my most favorite coffee ever...other than the pumpkin spice latte...nothing will touch that stuff. See...I don't have the keurig here at Nana and Papa's, I have just a regular ol' coffee maker. Therefore I haven' t been able to use one of my favorite k-cups, Caramel Drizzle.
Until today, or yesterday in fact, I was just a shopping away and there I saw it...Caramel Drizzle coffee grinds for the old school coffee pot. The heavens opened and the light was shining and I have never been more excited to wake up at the crack of dawn to drink me some Caramel Drizzle.
Now..that is a good morning....since I've had like two cups, I thought...why not's the only time in the day I seem to have to blog anyway.

How about this dude that freaking just skydived from space?? Holy crap. Did he just wake up one day and think..."Hmm...screw jumping out of a plane, I'm going to just jump from space."
Thank goodness he made it, it's pretty amazing

Who has been watching the Jersey Housewives reunion?
Talk about all kinds of cray cray.
I don't even have words...all I can say is,Andy are my favorite and I have never liked a reunion more that I liked those 3 episodes and Teresa is legit out of her mind.

Friday night, Nana and I went to have Margarita's.
I just love that little lady.
She had a long day and I needed to celebrate...I pretty much had a kick-ass,awesome work meeting that morning and it called for a celebratory Margarita.
When we were ordering Margarita's the waitress asked her what kind she wanted and my Nana said, "A large one!"
Once again I have no pictures to document...I always forget...hell, the other day I left for work and forgot to put pants on.
I have a lot to remember people.
In my defense, I had pajama pants on...I mean, almost every day last week I did wear leggings which are pretty much close to pj pants...but at least they look presentable.

Bentley loves it out here at Nana and Papa's farm.

Bentley and my Papa are like bff's.
They go everywhere together.
Yesterday, Pa comes in and says, "Bentley found some eggs!"
This is an unusual statement for multiple reasons.
1. Bentley has been a city dog, yes, she is a hound dog, but a city dog and she has never done hound dog stuff...make sense? So, her finding chicken pretty much awesome.
2. We didn't think we actually had hens...we thought we had all roosters. Well...unless a rooster can all of a sudden lay an egg...we do in fact have some hens.

So, since Bentley found some eggs...which were hidden in a corner on the ground, Papa thought I needed to get in the pens and gather some eggs.
I think he must be getting on up there, because he seems to have forgotten that I don't do chickens. Nor, do I like to get in there pen, disturb them and take their eggs from them.
See...when I was little, I loved gathering was my favorite thing to do...until one day a crazy ass hen decided to attack me and every since then I don't do chickens.
Unless they are battered and fried and come in strips.

Anyway, I proceed to get in the dang pen, and of course the chicken and I start battling. I'm screaming, the chicken keeps hitting it's head on top of top of the pen tyring to get out, I'm standing in there just going in circles...and I hear my Papa yell at me, "Grow some balls and get the chicken eggs!"
Hold up...did my 71 year old grandpa just tell me to "Grow some balls"
Where did he learn that from?
Anyway...I got the dang eggs and told him if he wants someone to gather him, he better train his new bff, bentley the basset hound, because this chick isn't doing it.

The other day I heard my Nana, my 71 year old grandma, refer to someone as a d-bag.

It's clear to me that I should probably say nicer things...because obviously their new sayings are coming from me.


Happy Monday loves


Tuesday, October 9, 2012

New Girl

Last week I participated in a health fair at one of the largest companies here in my new little town.

When I say largest company...I'm talking this one company has like five different locations spread out all over this town.

A town...that I am still trying to figure my way around btw.
I did manage to find all locations and didn't get lost...not once. I'm getting real good at all this East and West non sense. No one ever uses directions like, " go two blocks this way and then you make a right and then another right and then left...and it's on the right side."
I can follow that.
For some reason, when you replace left with west and east with right...I get confused.
I've never been good with directions.

However...I am getting SO much better...I even have started to tell people..." head north for about five miles then you turn east and it sits right there on the west side."
I'm so proud of myself.

Moving on to the real point of this post...if there ever is any point with me. I do tend to ramble about random things.

So, I was on my third day at this health fair and this lady that does marketing for the hospital here in town starting talking to me and introduced herself to me and she said, "I had heard people talking about the new girl in town who just starting working for (insert really big cancer organization here) and it's so good to meet you."

Hold girl in town??

She then went on to say that she was at her husbands work party the other day and there were people asking if they have met the "new girl" in town.

New girl = me.

I'm just as baffled as you are.

I thought I grew up in a rather small town...but apparently I didn't. I have been here for a little over a month and apparently I'm the new girl in town...don't know if this is a good thing or bad thing.

I feel like Zoe Hart off of Hart of Dixie...which by the way is my favorite show.

Now if only I could have a love triangle with my very own Wade and George...we would be set.

Shoot...I'd settle for just a love duo.

I must say though...I kinda like being known as the "New Girl" in town.


Monday, October 8, 2012

Oh Monday's definitely a Monday.
Why does I say this?

Let me tell you how my morning started,mmmkay.

I go to straighten my frizz ball of hair and my straightening Iron that I have had for like 10 precious pink CHI decided that it just doesn't want to work anymore. I should have expected this, I mean I am not sure what the shelf life on one of those babies is, but I think I got my money's worth for 10 years.
Why though of all days for it to not has to happen on a Monday morning.

I never realized how dependent I am on straightening my hair...after a slight freak out of banging the iron on the know trying to get it to come back on...and saying a few choice words...I decided to call it...and just curl my hair.

Which by the way pretty much just looks like a giant ball of curly mess...hello 80s prom hair.

After that little fiasco, I decided to leave for work early and go to Wal-Mart and buy some healthy snacks for the office.
I'm back on the wagon of doing myfitness pal and eating healthy(yes, I have said this like a million times...but I mean it for reals this time...and yes, I have said that too) anyway I'm at Wal-Mart in the water bottle isle...because I have seemed to misplace my ever so trusty water bottle that I carry around everyday. Who knows where it is.  As I'm looking at all the bottles...I take one bottle off the shelf and it's a like a domino effect as ALL the bottles fall off.


I pick them all up like the good Wal-Mart customer I am, somehow in the middle of all that I cut my finger. Don't ask how. This just happens to me. I am bleeding all over the freaking I go and get a band-aid.
The lady just insists that she put the germ-x on my open wound...which by the case you are wondering...stings like an SOB. Just a little FYI for you.
I get my band-aid, pay for my groceries and leave.
Get to my car...doing the whole searching in my giant purse for my keys, can't find them...surely they are in there, so I just punch the code into my door and get in the car and continue looking for my keys.
Can't find them
Go back in to Wal-Mart where the sweet little customer service lady has apparently been chasing me down...because I left my keys on the desk.

And that my friends was all before 7:30 this morning.

But...I know it's going to be a good day...because the radio played all my favorite songs this morning.

On that note..I'm off to finish my second cup of coffee and eat my breakfast.

Happy Monday y'all.


Thursday, October 4, 2012


Yesterday was a CRAZY was crazy, people are freaking crazy...actually insane.
Thank goodness for my Nana...who also had a crazy day and the two of us went to dinner and a movie...where I had a pickle and a coke icee.

Sometimes a 28 year old needs to act like an 8 year old.

Here are just a few words of wisdom that I think we could all hear on those cray-cray days.

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Monday, October 1, 2012

Awkward moments

There are a few awkward moments that happen when you move to a new city and start a new job.

Here are just a few of those moments.

When driving home from work one day and you are on the turnpike...not sure where your exit is. You go through the toll booth a second time and ask the lady, "Why do I have to pay the toll twice in like ten miles? We don't do this in Northeast Oklahoma." Toll booth lady,"Well...where are you going?" I tell her. Toll booth lady," Well...honey, you are on your way to Texas. The reason you are paying two tolls is because you missed your exit and there is no way for you to get off this turnpike!"

That was awkward.

When introducing yourself to the communities and meeting new people...the same question over and over that you get asked is not "where are you from?" it's "Are you married?"
Nope, not married...but if you have a son, grandson, brother, cousin, best friend...or know of a real cute guy who loves OSU football, is a good guy...not bad looking either...then here is my business card.

Hook a sister up.

When shopping in the one and only store that has adorable clothes and jewelry and is not 2 hours away(the closest target is like 2 hours away) you feel kinda awkward going in every other day...but the most awkward moment is asking the owner of the store if they want to hang out sometime....because you know no one in that town and you need to make some friends and have a social life.

Nope. Not awkward at all trying to get  someone to be your friend.

I feel like I should be saying, "Hi...I just moved here... and this is crazy, but I have no friends or social's my be my friend, maybe?"

However...the last 30 days or so living in the new city, starting the new job, turning a year older...have been GREAT. Crazy busy, I'm all over the place...but I wouldn't trade it.

Oh and just a few quotes from Nana and Papa.

While watching the Voice and the country music festival the other night, my Nana would change the channels back and forth.
Jake Own was signing on the Country Music festival

Papa: (Pointing to the TV) That guy, he's good...Blake will pick him.
Me: Laughing, Papa...that guy is already a country singer....this isn't The Voice.
Papa: Why did you change that on me, you know I don't pay attention.

While watching Dancing with the Stars...I came home and asked Nana what singers were on there.
Nana: That rapper called Mad Dog was on there earlier.
Me: Thinking for a mean "Pit Bull?"
Nana: Yes...that's what I said.

It's never a dull moment with those two and I love it!