Brandi's Place

Cough Wheeze Sneeze

2007-09-12T21:28:00.000-05:00

Rinse and repeat.

I brought home some cooties from our camping trip. Eleven days later I'm still hacking up my lungs. I refuse to go to the doctor this time. I always go. And I know exactly what he's going to say. So, I'll save my $85- because I'm going to need it since the ER whiplash bills have started rolling in.

I'm coughing so much that I'm exhausting my abdominal muscles. I really think my stomach is just going to cave in and out of my belly button will appear a little white flag.

Of course, I've passed it on to the red head. He doesn't have and won't have it as bad as I do. Never seems to work that way. Which is good. When I'm sick, I need love and attention and to be completely babied. When other people are sick, I do not return the affection. Kind of a punk like that. I feel sorry for Shel. I'm just not a caring nurse-maid.

So here's hoping it clears soon so I can partake in the canoing this weekend...

Pitch a Tent

2007-09-04T19:18:00.000-05:00

I once heard a stand-up comic talking trash on camping. He couldn't understand why people would work hard all year, save up vacation time, put a little money in the bank and then head out to the woods to pretend they were homeless. I still bust a gut everytime I think about that- because it is funny. However, I doubt homeless people have the amount of gear or planning that Shelton and I do. If we buy anything else to go camping with it will have to be tied down to the top of the gas-guzzling beast... and then we'll really look like we're from Kansas.

We headed up to our usual camping spot near Lawrence at Clinton Lake to celebrate Labor Day weekend. Does anyone even know what we're supposed to be celebrating, besides a free day off of work? Adventure awaited us as usual and we fully embraced it- beer in hand sitting in a lawn chair.

We were first greeted by our neighbors- a 40-something WT couple camping by themselves with more gear than the six of us brought. Their tent? I'm quite sure my apartment isn't that spacious and I wouldn't be surprised if it had a basement. What I do know is that it's not sound proof and the bad boy rocks like it's on rails. We were privy to not one but two afternoon delight sessions. They had no shame and God bless them for that.

One of our camping buddies, Wade, was the chef for the first night's dinner. He had brought some aromatic and delicious lemon-rosemary chicken, grilled right on the fire. A little salad, a little wine and what would have been a mean baked potato. They were a little on the well-done side, but we filled them with sour cream and butter nonetheless. The next morning, Wade was in charge of breakfast. We thought he might be performing a magic trick but, oh no, the bacon literally evaporated. After a stint on the fire, we pulled back the foil to see a black outline of what used to be bacon. There was nothing there. So- in case you were wondering- there is a time limit on how long you can cook bacon.

I also attempted a monster feat and can proudly say I succeeded. I baked a cake. In the campfire. The first bite tasted like chewing on a lit cigarette. But once I cut away the edges, the middle was moist and chocolately. We even had frosting with sprinkles.

Along with the usual smores and hot dogs, there were games of badminton, broken flip flops, ticks, good conversation, teradactyl sitings and late nights spent curled by the fire under the stars.

We've already got our next trip planned- next month. With a canadian theme.

He was JUST as excited to see me!

2007-08-29T11:37:00.001-05:00

Last night I ventured to KC to meet my dear, dear friend Sarah for the Dave Matthews Band concert. Tickets were compliments of the mom-in-law (thanks!!). This was my third DMB show and Sarah's first.

You can read about the show specifically over at my post on Square Mag's Webzine. However, if you want to hear the very entertaining anecdotes about our day, then just keep reading.

Sarah and I met up in KC about noon and spent the day wearing a hole in the pavement at this fabbo little shopping center. We both found some great bargains on new additions to our closets. I even bought a dress. Yes- me- I bought a girly dress. Go figure. It was SO nice to spend the day catching up with Sarah and feeling like it has not been an entire year since we last hung out together.

So I stopped yesterday morning to get a six-pack of Boulevard Wheat for the tailgating portion of our adventure. I've never purchased beer at 8:30 in the morning- I felt like a criminal. I started to panic on the highway though because I did not have a bottle opener. No problem- I'll just flirt my way into one with the neighboring DMB fans at the parking lot. We're a gentle, loving group... DMB fans. We park next to two very nice guys- one from Brazil the other from California. They did not have any bottle opening utensils- but they were full of bright ideas. Cali-boy suggested I pop the bottle cap off by clipping it on the side of the trailer hitch on the X-terra. Yes, this is brilliant! With all the okie I could muster I do this- and then not only get the bottle cap off but tear the top part of the glass bottle off with it. Never found the shrapnel. After a good laugh he offers me a few Coors Lights and I very thirstily accept.

As we are departing for the gate I offer them my five remaining BWs in exchange for their generous beer sharing. They accept. And the Cali-boy immediately twists off the beer cap. THEY WERE TWIST OFF THE ENTIRE TIME! I've always thought BWs were... well, I felt like an idiot and sacrificed tasty sweet beer for, well, Coors Light.

After the show, Sarah and I were making our way out to the cars. On the ground next to Sarah's car was a large black thing. I made an off-hand joke about it being her bumper. She's like what is that?! We get closer and realize it's her driver's side mirror. Torn off. Of the car. Lying in the gravel like a fallen soldier. Scratches all along her car. It was really quite sad- but the way we were doubled over laughing with tears streaming down our cheeks you would have never known just how pissed we were. WHO DOES THAT!? Jackasses. I suggested she roll down her window, hold the frayed cables and drive home like that. I pray that she did not follow my advice.

All in all, I'd have to say that this was the best DMB show I've yet to attend. Now that I've washed off the second-hand pot smell, dirt from my toes and made sure that my concert tee fits- I'm ready to start plotting my way to the next show.

All the cool kids are wearing one

2007-08-14T22:09:00.001-05:00

Whiplash is fun!
Originally uploaded by shelfish

Good lord- I've got whiplash. Seriously?! Why do these stupid little mishaps happen to me? I was at a little work party at a "Family Fun Center". I had just wiped out a plate of chicken strips and dumped the bbq-sauce covered plate all over my pants when someone invited me to go ride the go-carts. I said sure.

Then I laughed at the ridiculous liability release I had to sign.

And then I got slammed into a wall by two other go-carts. Twice. In three minutes. Both times, my glasses flew off my face. I felt like Ricky Bobby- I CAN'T SEE! The second crash was enough for me to park the damn thing and go back to the chicken strips. I knew something wasn't right though.

I went home at 5, met Shelton and we went to the ER. We tried to find a minor emergency and apparently those aren't available. Checked in at 5pm, got home at 9:30. Every time the hospital staff said "go-cart accident", they made it sound as if I were tearing it up in the back nine of my farm, knocking back Old Milwaukees and braiding my mullet. It was a very nice little establishment thank you so much!

Thin sheets were all that separated me from the diabetic farter on my right and the gastric case with bloody stool on my left. Everyone around me was receiving food and got to watch TV, and I got none of that. Shelton left to hunt & gather magazines. Folks, it was SUCH a party!

4 hours and a CT scan later- I left with this fashion plate strapped to my neck. Actually, that's the temp-fashion plate. I left with a more comfortable version.

So, I'm fine. The lortab is making this more and more difficult to type. My only concern now is what I'm going to do with my hair in the morning?!

Five

2007-08-08T21:11:00.001-05:00

The Kiss
Originally uploaded by shelfish

Friday at 3:15 in the afternoon, under the blazing Oklahoma sun, Shelton and I will celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary. FIVE?! Believe me, we're just as dumbfounded as the rest of you. I just cannot figure out where all of that time has gone.

We were just kids- I'd been 21 for barely three weeks and Shelton was 22. I had a few years of school left and Shelton, well, still has a few years of school left. We didn't have two nickles to rub together and had no idea what we were doing. But we were so in love it was kind of gross. And the grossness- it's pretty much the same today.

We get so caught up in just the chaos of our day-to-day that sometimes I completely forget to stop and just appreciate this. There's always laundry to do, a bill to pay, dinner to make, "someone" didn't close the cabinet door "again". It's when I stop and really just look at him that I'm amazed at this love that we share. I know, it's gross. There is something so real between Shelton and I that I don't think I ever anticipated even as we were sliding rings on each other's fingers in front of 170 of our dearest friends and family.

The cliche is so true- I love him leaps and bounds more today than I did five years ago. It's a better, stronger love. It's come with too many laughs to count, buckets full of tears, infinite I Love Yous, nights slept apart, good fights, bad fights, funny fights and stupid fights and the catalog of things that life throws at you. In these five years I've graduated from college, we've moved to a new state, we've both lost grandparents, had a few surgeries, found out that life isn't as fair as you'd like it to be, watched my brother get married, watch Shelton's brother get married, became an aunt and uncle, done a little traveling, eaten one hell of a lot of ice cream, been stranded on the side of the road twice and made out in a few places that we probably shouldn't have.

Our anniversary last year was a bittersweet celebration. We were in the midst of the Baby or Bust fifteen minutes of fame, my parents were just beginning the trials of their divorce, we were struggling with still coming to terms with our recent infertility diagnosis and my job was taking a swift decent. Over the past year, I've never needed Shelton more. His strength, love, and committment to me have been both tested and confirmed. I do not know that I would have come out of the past year on the sunny side of the street without his tear-soaked shoulder.

These days? Lots of laughing. Not so much with the crying. We're in a really good place right now. We've learned to ignore everything else and just focus on us.

So what else have I learned in these five years? That Shelton hates it when I kiss him after eating pickles. He hates dryer sheets. He doesn't eat anywhere near the amount of food I try to feed him. He needs just as much encouragement as I do. That nothing in the world is sweeter than when his lips kiss the spot right in the middle of my forehead. He always remembers to keep my feet uncovered. He loves my pigtails. He's smarter than I probably ever give him credit for. He will never leave the house with out kissing me goodbye. He rarely answers his cell phone when I want/need him to. He's the best thing that ever happened to me.

Shelton- happy anniversary. I love you- and I look forward to the next installment.

To everyone else- I know, you've thrown up in your mouth a little and you've stabbed something in your eye. Just deal with it. :)

You know you want one

2007-08-04T00:38:00.000-05:00

If you haven't gotten one already- you need to get a Digital Mullet.

Why doesn't OnStar have a Panic Sensor?

2007-07-27T00:17:00.000-05:00

That way... when I'm lost driving in circles for 90 minutes in Tulsa and I can't find my way out of a paper bag, I can get some effing help and get where I need to be already!

SERIOUSLY!

On our way to Arkansas for work, driving through Tulsa, so of course the memories are pouring on like that Cabernet at dinner- that we finally made it to. I miss one lousy exit for Tisdale Pkwy or something- and 90 minutes later we are in the sticks between Coweta and BA. My pal from work is completely unamused- but patient and polite nonetheless.

We stopped at three different gas stations, in three different parts of town for three very different directions. We eventually found some BFE neighborhood, got an address off a for sale sign on the corner, called The Husband and had him Google Map us all the way back to 412 East- the highway you apparently can only find if you've apparated to it using a Harry Potter portkey!!

Holy monkeys- I really didn't think we'd ever make it out of Tulsa. Which, if I have to be stranded somewhere, let's be honest- Tulsa is probably one of the places I'd want to be. Hook up with the pals at Square Mag, give D the official tour of Brandi's Life in Tulsa and hit that Bueno at 61st & Garnett for old times sake.

We made it. To Arkansas. And at dinner someone was talking about a completely different story and mentioned OnStar. D looked at me the way I do to Shelton when we're lost without any logical explanation- like How in the hell were we lost for an hour and a half and you knew we had OnStar and NEVER HIT THE BUTTON!?!

Like I said- we made it. Late, but alive. And made up for it with wine and chocolate martinis.

26 was ridic!

2007-07-22T16:23:00.001-05:00

DSCN2022.JPG
Originally uploaded by shelfish

Just a HUGE thanks to everyone who sent birthday wishes. You all helped make this one of the best birthdays I've ever had. I really had such a fantastic time Friday night and did not want the party to end. But when it did, our apartment had left balloons and cookies on our door and they were SO GOOD!

We were so lucky to have the Skanches head up from OKC to celebrate with us. After convincing Cabrone "the yeti" to stick around and bail on yet another trip to Tulsa, we were able to have a pretty well-supported OU contingent.

The birthday shinanigans started at the Pumphouse- my favorite little watering hole in Wichita. We were quickly joined by so many friends. Thanks for making me feel so special, ya'll!

Then a few migrated to Uptown Bistro for some delicious dinner, raucous conversation and some slimy snails. Shelton for some unknown reason ordered escargot. Everyone, but me of course, got in on the action. There are pictures. And we were glad to learn that Jeremy isn't allergic!

From there is was off to the Brickyard where my birthday-ness won a free pass past the bouncer and Heather wooed him to let the rest of our crew in free. Shelton and Cabrone took turns trying to convince the attending Class of 1987 that they were long-lost graduating pals. It didn't work- but definitely made for cheap entertainment. The band dedicated a song to me... and Brittany, the 21 year old who stole my thunder. She asked me to dance and at that point I would have said yes to a dragon.

I was not able to go to the midnight release of HP7- and thank goodness. Jonathan thought it wouldn't be the best idea and suggested there was a possibility I'd inexplainably wake up in the morning with a John Grisham novel.

Thanks for all the birthday wishes, hugs, kisses, booby rubs, drinks and of course, I'm all verclempt, the memories.

26- bring it on!

More comfortable this way

2007-06-27T12:49:00.000-05:00

I go home every single day to let the dog out. And give her that love and attention that she so needs. I usually don't like walking her in my heels so I keep a pair of flip flops by the door. I kicked off my crazy cute new shoes and put on my $2 flops and headed out. I was on the phone w/ a girlfriend chattin' it up and I left to return to the office. I got here and looked down and and realized I never switched back. So I'm in the office with $2 Old Navy flops while my crazy cute new shoes sit at home. Sighhhhh

I love the flops. And ya'll know I'd much rather be wearing these. But... BUT... I have crazy cute new shoes at home and I wanted to wear those. Plus, this place kind of frowns upon flip flops. I mean, if they'll let me, I'll gladly go home to switch.

Commuter

2007-06-19T08:27:00.001-05:00

This morning was my first real commute to work. From the old house it was a one-way street, five minute drive to the agency. From the old house, it was a three minute drive to this job. Easy peezy! Now I've moved us clear to the north side of Wichita and it takes me... ten minutes! I had to drive on the highway, crammed in with all the other little office stooges. It's always nice to see how the other half lives.

Suck it in!

2007-06-18T20:55:00.001-05:00

Word to the wise- if you currently live in a three story house with a garage, do not attempt to move into a one floor apartment. I feel like I'm trying to squeeze back into my wedding dress after a trip down an all-you-can-eat BBQ buffet. After purging a significant portion of our belongings in last weekend's garage sale we still have so much stuff.

We made the big move on Saturday morning, starting fresh at 6am. Four people, two trucks, two trailers and four hours later we were done. Hotter than hell outside and we had to move this stuff up three flights of stairs. My shins, ankles, calves and toes are throbbing two days later. This means that I'm both out of shape and that I'll live in a dumpster before I move to the third floor again. But, the vaulted ceilings are nice!

You know, I loved my house. Shelton and I made the final walk through last night to make sure we hadn't left beind anything and as we reached the front door I started to choke. He asked if I would buy the house again and I said no. Then he told me that meant it was time to leave and we did. Our closing was today at four and we finally met the buyers. Nicest couple, she's having a baby in three weeks. At least someone will be able to bring a baby home to that house! I asked her where they were putting the nursery and she said in the room we used as a den. That's not where I'd have put her, but it will certainly make a fitting place. I cried when I handed her the keys.

Never the less, we're in to the new abode and making it work. Neighbors all seem fine, except for Captain Douchebag on the first floor. This guy is a piece of work. Other than that- everyone seems cool and we're pretty much exhausted. We'll have our first house guests in two weeks, when Shelton's family comes to visit.

By the way, did I mention that we have CARPET?! In all of the rooms?! On the floor!? Because we do! And it's even better than I remembered. And we have a dishwasher! And TWO bathrooms. Two bathrooms where one is bigger than the one we had before. It's pretty neat.

It's always something with us

2007-06-15T10:20:00.000-05:00

(Last night, 7:00pm, Central & Woodlawn)

Me: Oh my God! Oh my God!

Him: What?

Me: We are out of gas!!!!

Him: WHAT?

Me: WE-ARE-OUT-OF-GAS!!!!

(the car has died, we are quickly coasting to a stop)

Me: WHAT DO I DO?!?!

Him: Pull into the middle lane!

Me: There IS NO middle lane! That is on-coming traffic b/c of contruction!!!

Me: OH MY GOD!

Him: Pull into a driveway, quick!

Me: (taking my sweet time to choose a driveway good enough for our car to die in)

Me: (making the turn...)

Him: DO NOT HIT THE BRAKE

Me: Too late, now what?

(Dead Car........)

Yes, I ran out of gas last night. First time ever. I didn't even know it was possible to actually run out of gas. We called AAA to bring gas and while Shel was on the phone I went to the door to tell the people why we were loitering in their driveway.

This older woman, probably in her late sixties, answered the door. I apologized profusely and told her what we were doing. She invited me in, I said no thank you. A few minutes later she came out and offered us a gas can and a ride to the gas station. This was nice b/c AAA was going to take an hour! Shelton agreed to go along with her and she insisted he just take the car by himself. He of course told her he didn't feel comfortable. She continued to insist and explained that she had already had a few beers! She leaned over and whispered to me, "I like to have a few beers while I watch the news." By 7:00pm, there have already been like 3 or 4 news casts! So she's schnockered.

So, off Shelton went in search of gas, leaving me and our little dog behind as collateral. We talked about her recent retiring and how we are in the middle of moving. Shelton returned and off we went with our five dollars worth of gas.

We spent the entire night laughing that we could not believe I had actually driven the car out gas. It died, folks. The car was dead in the middle of a busy street under construction that had been narrowed to only two lanes. We were in the middle of screwed-town! But we handled it with the same grace and composure we handle the daily tragedy we encounter.

Tonight we're dropping by our new friend's house with beer and a gift card for gas. We figure it's the least we could do for someone who was so unbelievably generous and helpful. You just don't find people like that these days and we were so fortunate to have landed in her driveway.

Will you take $1 for this $20 item?

2007-06-11T08:41:00.000-05:00

Of course we will. Because we're schmucks. And we just want this crap gone!

We had our garage sale this weekend. The big moving sale. I've thrown a few sales in my day and this was by far the most successful. We got rid of so much stuff- everything from scrapbook stickers to the washer and dryer. It always amazes me what people will buy at a garage sale. Or the stuff they won't- like our microwave for twenty bucks! Not a thing wrong w/ it- not even a scratch or left over spaghetti sauce glued to the inside. I figured with new college season upon us people would scoop that right up. Someone at the thrift store will have better use of it.

The guy who bought our washer and dryer was pretty impressive. He showed up with a suburban, that had five children and a dresser already in the back. I just shook my head thinking there was not a chance in hades they were leaving with all that they bought, including our work bench. He tied the dresser to roof, got the appliances in and wedged the work bench (now in 5 pieces) in the back. Tied the doors shut and off they went.

I also managed to get a pretty nasty sunburn. That's what happens when albino people wear tank tops without sunblock and sit in the sun for six hours. The word of the day is M-E-L-A-N-O-M-A.

Anyway, now that that big blister is gone I can start getting everything organized to move. I made a lot of progress this weekend. It will be boxes and moving fun all week long with the grand finale next weekend.

We'll be in a van by the river

2007-06-04T12:34:00.001-05:00

Well, folks. The house is SOLD! Definitely didn't go to the highest bidder, but a bidder no less. As per usual, we're running around like crazy people trying to get organized. The next few weeks shape up like so:

Tonight- Shelton starts summer school. Mon-Thurs, 7-10pm, through July.

Saturday- Garage Sale!

June 16- Pack the Pod. The Koskies will be making the trek North to lend their helping hands, yay!

June 18- Closing

July 5- Move into the apartment

Oh, did you catch that too? The three week discrepancy between moving out and moving in? We were fortunate to get the apartment we really wanted. However, said apartment is not available until July 5. We were able to convince my aunt and uncle to let us crash for those three weeks. This makes the packing and moving process, which is already mind-boggling in and of itself, quite a bit more difficult.

I'm separating into the garage sale pile, Pod pile, Aunt/Uncle pile, store at the Koskies pile, trash and what stays. I've had a number of generous offers to come help, and I'll certainly let you know if I need it. But ya'll know how uptight and OCD I can be on any given Tuesday. This? This is what will drive me to the crazy house. So, I'm going to pack every last bit of it by myself- for the sake of my marriage, friendships and other relationships. It's better this way, really. I won't have to tape your hands together w/ packing tape because you didn't put the right things in a box or because you failed to place a number on the outside of the box and mark on the clipboard the contents of that box.

The new address will be in your inboxes in coming weeks. This is the starting point of a very interesting summer for us. More details on that soon I'm sure.

The next Sure commercial

2007-06-04T12:31:00.000-05:00

Sunday afternoon, on the Koskie sofa:

Me: (lean in for a kiss) "You smell like coffee and sweat. Kind of like a Columbian Whorehouse."

Him: "Wow- only you would come up with something like that."

Me: "Oh, is that bad?"

Him: "No, just why I love you."

Stone's 1st Birthday

2007-05-30T16:57:00.001-05:00

Stone's 1st Birthday
Originally uploaded by shelfish

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STONE!!!

Our nephew's first birthday was yesterday (sorry kid, I'm a day late. Get used to the disappointment now). Actually, we were fortunate enough to spend the weekend in OKC and celebrate this little cutie's first birthday with the fam. We had a great shrimp peel and then dove into the cake and presents. Stone couldn't have been less interested. We were all grateful for this day, his birth, so that we might enjoyeth the piles of shrimp and red potatoes set out before us!

I never expected to love this kid as much as I do. But it's hard to remember our family without him before and I can't say it will ever be the same. He's gorgeous and smart and terribly funny. I love being his "favorite" aunt :). He walks and babbles, he loves to chase and be chased. He likes his bath, he plays fake sneezes, blows zerbits and LOVES french toast (just kidding Keith!).

Happy birthday Stone. Love you!

Violated

2007-05-10T08:38:00.000-05:00

I got in my car this morning to find that the X-Terra had been broken into last night. The dash was completely torn out and the stereo gone. It doesn't look like they got anything else. Thank GOD the Tostitos in the back seat weren't taken.

Police officer was very nice. Thanks to Shelton having his mother's genes, we have the original receipt, serial number and the box it came in.

This is the third time I've ever had my car broken into. I'm getting tired of the worthless bastards taking my stuff. GET A JOB! GO TO SCHOOL! FIND SOMEONE TO HUG YOU! Just leave my stuff ALONE!

Hopefully our insurance company will be more sympathetic to this situation, being that it isn't nearly as important as the wedding ring they won't cover.

Tonight we cuddled to "Stairway to Heaven"

2007-05-08T22:43:00.000-05:00

You might not know it by looking at us- but Shelton and I are pretty much in love by now. I'm sure I think he's funnier and hotter than anyone else- and I know I'm right because he is AND I'm always right. Likewise, I'm sure no one thinks I'm quite as funny or gorgeous as he thinks I am. If that's the case, I invite you to come take a closer look.

One of things that's always pushed my "total mush" button is how Shelton gives me flowers. Early on I told him not to ever send me a red rose. I think they are tacky and over played and do not suggest a millisecond of thought or sincerity. He obliged. I've never once gotten flowers on an anniversary, holiday or any other typical date. They are always out of the clear blue sky. And he always goes to the flower shop and hand selects the stems. The bouquets are always stunning and all the women I work with get super jealous and that makes me feel pretty damn special.

A few weeks ago, like the brat I can occasionally be, I might have subtly hinted that I hadn't received any flowers in about a year and I would like some. By subtle- I mean the way an elephant walks into a china closet with a big red bow around its neck. Somehow we started talking about corsages. I laughed a good hearty laugh and told him if he ever sent me a corsage to work I would totally wear it. Then we moved on, didn't discuss the flowers anymore. Or the corsage for that matter.

Today I get a call from the florist asking for directions to my office because they have a package to deliver. I'm giddy all afternoon as I anxiously wait for my bouquet to arrive. When I return from a meeting our office manager tells me there is a gift on my desk. I spring around the corner expecting to see long, gorgeous spring blooms. Instead, a simple green box with a purple ribbon. And now I'm intrigued. As I pick up the box, the corsage conversation comes back. I'm laughing so hysterically at this point that a crowd has gathered around my cubby hole (this is what I like to call my cube). I open the box to find a HUGE purple iris corsage, with purple filler flowers and a HUGE purple/white polka-dotted ribbon. I had tears rolling down my cheeks I was laughing so hard and I couldn't hardly speak as everyone kept asking why in the hell my husband sent a corsage.

Hello- was it not completely obvious that we were going to prom tonight and that he was going to pick me up from work in his mom's mini van? I even shaved and wore special panties today in case "tonight was the night".

I explained the story and read the card, which was funny in and of itself. "Wear this corsage as a superhero wears a cape- to ward off evil boys who might think you are available."

My camera is completely dead or I'd post a photo for all of you to enjoy the corsage as well. Do I even need to tell you that I wore it until I got home tonight? Oh yeah, people gave me weird glances and none of them had the balls to ask. I don't really fit the "corporate model", so I'm getting used to odd stares.

This my friends. This is one of the million and one reasons that I love Shelton in a crazy, gross kind of way that only teenagers would display on the dance floor at prom under a disco ball and a dress that shows your cleavage for the first time.

36 Days Later

2007-04-30T08:31:00.000-05:00

I hopped on here this morning to see what my last post was and realized it was made 36 days ago. The maddening, pants-on-fire busy has not decreased. In fact, it gets more ridiculous every single day. I now understand suburban moms who steal their kids Ridlan. I just need a way to squeeze a couple more hours into each day, or make Monday hold off one or two days.

So, I'm totally copying Jim because I need an efficient way to fill everyone in on recent events.

> Went on vacation to Colorado. Stayed in a gorgeous cabin. Tried skiing for the first time. Soaked in the hot springs. Drove 2000 miles in 5 days (gag!). Ate a lot of Chex mix. Visited the Coors brewery. Pictures here.

> Easter at our house w/ a mini-version of the fam. I made taco soup and sopapillas. Sopapillas, from scratch. With my bare hands. With cinnamon and heaven sprinkled on top.

> Parenting Test drive. Some friends/neighbors went out of town two weekends ago. They asked to watch their 7-year old and 2-year old boys. We said yes. To all of us without children- WEAR A CONDOM! I'm totally kidding. The kids were fun and definitely broke us in. It's non-stop motion. They always want something- food, diapers, games, food, diapers....

> Spent a weekend in OKC. I made it over to the Mont for lunch and remembered just how much I love that damn town, Norman. The food was perfect and the memories flooded back. Got in A LOT of cuddle schmuddle time with this cutie patootie- Mr. Stone. He gave kisses and high fives and fake sneezes.

> Friday was Shelton's birthday. We had a party. People didn't leave until 4a.m. and it hurt real bad the next day when we had to get up 9a.m. to build our new privacy fence.

> Other than that, we're working our brains out, selling the house, I'm planning a baby shower for a friend, cut 7-8" off my hair this weekend and still looking for new glasses.

Pure Unadulterated Madness

2007-03-26T12:56:00.000-05:00

Geeze La-Weeze ya'll. If "busy" were defined by having your hair on fire, no time to sleep, eat or even look at yourself in the mirror- my picture would be there. Shelton's kind of irked at me right now because I've piled more on our plates than can possibly be consumed between the two of us. The last free weekend we had was February 17 and we don't have another free weekend until May 5. Optimist Brandi only peeks out on very rare occasions and this is one of them and she's saying we can handle it.

This past weekend we ripped up our entire kitchen floor- with our bare hands- and replaced it. We were both so dirty and disgusting I swear we each had three showers. And at one point, I had linoleum stuck to my butt. We started Saturday morning at 10 and finished last night close to midnight. It looks stunning now, I just want to make out with it or something. It was retchid before. We had to rip up the top layer of linoleum only to find a 67 year old hard-as-a-rock layer underneath. Hammers, chisels, adhesive remover and paint thinner- we got the job done. We also realized we're old as dirt because we're both moaning and groaning like we've never before. In fact, Shelton threw out his back.

**Note to all homeowners: Before you do some half-ass repair on your home, think about the next person who lives there who does not want to have to devote double time to a project to undo your poor excuse for home repair. DO IT RIGHT THE FIRST TIME!**

We also had three dinner dates this weekend, time w/ my lil sis, visit my grandmother, SuperTarget, a couple of trips to Lowes just to make things interesting.

I also scheduled our realtor to come over and list the house tonight. It's for sale!! So, we have a hundred and one little projects we're trying to complete by tomorrow evening so that people can come fall in love with her.

AND THEN... we leave on vacation tomorrow night. This is a really big deal because Shelton and I have not been on a "just the two of us" vacation since our honeymoon- a ridiculous 5 years ago. So we're taking off to Colorado on a trip partly sponsored by momma Koskie (an Ayyam-i-ha gift). So, amidst playing Bob the Builder and Susie Homemaker, I have to clean the house, do the laundry, pack, take the dog to my mom, check-in w/ the neighbor, clean the car, hit the grocery store for magazines and food, put our itenerary together -AND- figure out what the hell is wrong w/ my hair lately. (that's a whole other story)

We're so psyched about the vacation. It's going to be a nice breather as when we return it's back to work plus next weekend is Easter, then we're babysitting a friends children for an entire weekend, hosting a baby shower, then Shelton's birthday and then April's gone and May is here.

I'm going to say this spring is in like a lion... God willing it will be out like a lamb.

50 More

2007-02-16T00:12:00.000-06:00

Here comes another installment of Brandi reveals...

51. You can count on me for handwritten thank you notes.
52. I eat raspberry or key lime Yoplait every morning.
53. I need to watch less TV.
54. I wax my eyebrows.
55. Scabs are cool.
56. I'm glad I'm smiling again.
57. We're not having a baby this year and that brings more relief than I expected.
58. I'm still jealous of my friends with babies.
59. The left side of my body is bigger than the right.
60. I want to live in South Africa.
61. Everyday I play out some terribly tragic situation in my head and try to think through how I would react.
62. I don't wear skirts because I lose all of my confidence.
63. I don't have enough cute shoes.
64. I prefer email to phone conversations.
65. Niagra Falls did not impress me.
66. I cry everytime I sing the National Anthem.
67. If the election were tomorrow, I'd vote for Barack.
68. Turning 26 this year feels terribly old.
69. I was shot in 12th grade. The guy got 80 hours of community service.
70. I found a lump in my breast last month. I was scared to death. But I'm fine.
71. I've only ever sang karaoke once- "Sweet Child of Mine".
72. The smells of peanut butter and popcorn are nauseating.
73. I like eating things that are bad for me in large quantities and I don't feel bad about it.
74. However, I do make a conscious effort to eat healthy.
75. I went to hear Gorbachev speak and I fell asleep.
76. I pee with the door open.
77. I love Oprah.
78. If you don't turn on your blinker, I will not let you in front of me.
79. I let people in front of me during long lines of traffic hoping someone will do the same for me.
80. I was scared of the tooth fairy.
81. I let my dog sleep in my bed.
82. I keep my college diploma on the mantel.
83. I wish I had more freckles.
84. I sleep with mascara on.
85. Tap water is disgusting and I won't drink it.
86. Colin Powell is one of the funniest people I've ever heard speak. (He's also one of the few republicans I like)
87. I like under-cooked cookies and over-cooked brownies.
88. I need to stop using these- :) - in my emails.
89. I worry that people won't remember me.
90. The crossword in People is the only one I've ever completed.
91. I stop soldiers in the airport to welcome them home and say thank you.
92. I can't lie.
93. I get a weekly allowance.
94. I worked on an Extreme Home Makeover.
95. I've never done most of the things I want to do.
96. I'm a hugger.
97. I like crawdads.
98. I grind my teeth.
99. I've probably searched your name in Google.
100. Growing up, I wanted to be an attorney.

Sob Story

2007-02-15T23:55:00.000-06:00

You know I'm one for details. It's impossible for me to tell a story without including the most mundane details and flailing my hands around.

Last Saturday I was headed out for an afternoon of me time. It was finally a fairly nice day and I wanted to get out and bask in it for as long as it would last. I had no agenda, no plan. I figured I'd pop by SuperTarget, the scrapbook store, hit a couple of antique stores I always mean to go in, and so on.

As I was leaving I remembered that Shelton's watch needed to be fixed and my wedding ring was in dire need of cleaning and inspection- since I hadn't done it more than a year. I go down the street to what is probably the best jeweler in Wichita and this top-notch sales guy helps me out. Big fan of the man we'll call J-C.

He gives me a few compliments on my ring and I'm beaming like the day after Shelton proposed because I'm just an old wife now so no one has any reason to compliment my ring. He takes it in the back to look it over and comes out to ask if I had bought the ring there. I told him I'd gotten it at a place in OKC that for saving my ass from being sued I'll refrain from mentioning there name because I will tear them apart on here. And breathe....

He told me that the ring was cracked. I was shocked and then he pointed out a very evident crack on the inside. How did I miss that? He took it back to look at it a second time and came out to tell me that all four corners of the diamond were cracked or chipped.

It's Friday, and my heart has still yet to regain its normal pace. Turns out I have a princess cut, well I knew that all along, and that particular cut is very susceptible to damage. He thinks that at some point in time I whacked my hand across something and caused the damage to the diamond and the shock traveled through the ring to break that. Wonderful!

I came straight home, nearly in tears. Shelton called insurance only to find out that the separate policy we thought we'd had all along wasn't there. They show no record of it. So they've spent the past week searching through their archives to find where we said - give us insurance- and find where we never said- take it away.

I have a feeling things are going to continue to get really screwy, just because insurance claims are always like that. The poor adjuster tried to call to talk to me the other day and my chest just got tight. I told him quite honestly that I was far too frustrated to talk to him and I would end up taking it out on him so I deferred to Shelton.

So for now my left hand is naked. I tried to find a cheapy fake ring to wear just so I wouldn't drive myself crazy with the nakeyness on my hand. No such luck.

Keep your fingers crossed that this goes well.

Catching up

2007-02-15T23:45:00.000-06:00

So I decided to log on and post for the first time since January and it suddenly becomes so complicated that all I want to do is vent! Google bought Blogger and when I signed in I had to approve and agree and click and that's not what I wanted to do.

I wanted to pop over and try to make an effort to get my hiney back on here. I don't know why I don't write any more. Everyday I have something I think I should post and then I don't. Chalk up to my having the LAZIEST winter ever. I want this god forsaken weather to warm up so I get outside and move again.

So here's a quick blast of updates and then we'll see how I do from here...

Shelton came home with the flu last night- fever and all. I'm avoiding him as much as I can so that I can maintain not be sicking all winter. But with every passing minute my chest feels ickier and my muscles are getting achier. Damn it!

We are currently planning our FIRST vacation since our honeymoon five years. We're both completely excited. We've been places, we've taken trips. Some together, some out of the country, some not together. But this will be the first time it's been just the two of us- we're not going to see anyone, no one is going with us. Solo. Oh, we're going to Colorado for five days and what are we going to do? Nothing, and I'll love every minute of it.

Square Magazine is up and running. Yay! I wrote about this a few months ago. Thanks to Becky and Jim for giving me the opportunity to clutter your pages and blog with my writing. I'm having a blast and hope there's more on the way.

We meet with our realtor to list the house next week. Yes, after one year we're selling the house we shouldn't have bought in the first place. I love it- and if I had the time, money, energy and know-how to fix up this 90-year old beast, I'd really love it.

One final rant- I'm so completely pissed off at ABC right now! I don't ever get this emotional or involved in TV shows. But this crap on Grey's Anatomy had better get straightened out. So help me if Meredith dies I will not watch another TV show on ABC ever again.

Happy New Year

2007-01-02T21:49:00.000-06:00

Well, it looks like I've taken a little blog vacation, haven't I? Please accept my sincerest apologies. If you read this you obviously have nothing better to do with your time and so I have taken that one small pleasure away from you.

2006 is gone and I'm still dancing the hully-gully. Last year kicked me in the teeth and came back for more. The entire year felt like I was treading water with no land in sight. But it's gone. A memory I'm burying in the backyard with time-release dynamite.

When life hands you a lemon farm like that, you don't just make barrels of lemonade, you learn a lot of lessons. And lessons I did learn. I also learned a hell of a lot about myself. I don't believe in resolutions, but I definitely believe in wiping a slate clean and moving forward.

I want more. I want more out of my life, myself, my marriage, my career, all of it. The past few months I feel like I've rediscovered my writing bug and I'm really having a lot of fun doing it. It's been refreshing. I feel like everything I write is nothing more than anyone else would write. But somehow, without sounding like I'm patting myself on the back, I get so many compliments. And it means so much, and definitely drives me to keep going.

To start this year, I thought I'd expose a lot more of myself than I usually do. I want to write this to tell who I've been, who I am and where I want to go. One year from now, I want to look at it, and find the differences and additions. I want to give you 100 things about me, but I'll do it in little installments so you don't get bored.

1. I love dogs, but not other people's dogs.
2. Voicemail instructions make me crazy.
3. I get claustrophobic when my feet are covered.
4. I was a bed wetter.
5. I want to write a book, and I want to have it published.
6. I want to live outside of the midwest.
7. I'm fascinated by earwax and belly button lint.
8. I love that I work in advertising.
9. Google News is my primary news source.
10. I couldn't balance a checkbook if you paid me.
11. Dave Matthews Band kicks ass!
12. I think I'm prettier with my glasses on.
13. I have small, child-like square hands.
14. OU Sooner football is as close to a religious experience as I've ever had.
15. I want to be a mom.
16. I want to create and run my own business.
17. I play Scrabble every single day.
18. I regret that I did not study abroad during college.
19. I do not regret failing an entire semester in college.
20. My first wrinkle has been found.
21. I want to meet Oprah. Not a handshake, a meaningful conversation.
22. I cannot sew.
23. I'm a mentor and I get more out of it than she will ever know.
24. I did not start shaving my legs until 7th grade. People called me jungle girl.
25. I get jealous of company golf outings, because I have clubs and can't use them.
26. I go out of my way to see people cry at funerals.
27. My first cavity and my first speeding ticket happened this past year.
28. Dipping Wendy's fries in Frostys is my favorite.
29. Cooking makes me happy. I want to become an even better cook.
30. I hate when people buy me clothes.
31. I haven't been to church since high school.
32. I'm self-conscious of my gappy smile.
33. I like to sleep in my husband's boxers.
34. I keep a candy bowl on my desk, and never eat the candy in the bowl.
35. I like showers with the lights out.
36. I like the way a car sounds when the entire outside is packed in snow.
37. My husband calls me the "trip nazi".
38. I wish I had my pilot's license.
39. I have a tattoo. I want another one.
40. I think women with raspy voices are sexy.
41. I want to like MySpace.
42. I like to cry.
43. Macaroni and cheese makes my soul smile.
44. I do not drink liquor.
45. I would like to teach at a university. A long time from now.
46. I break out in hives when I speak in front of people. I'm working on that.
47. I want to get a master's degree for me- not for my career.
48. There are less than 5 people I consider a true friend.
49. There is nothing I don't like about being married.
50. I need new glasses, but don't want to give up my green frames.

Weekend Update

2006-11-19T17:42:00.000-06:00

I've had plenty to write about lately, I've just either been too busy or too lazy to do it. So here goes a quick synopsis of the recent events at the Koskie house:

Last Saturday I did karaoke for the very first time. I joined some seasoned veterans of the karaoke stage for what is their staple song- Guns N Roses' "Sweet Child of Mine." We rocked pretty hard.

Last Monday I fell down our stairs. Not the first time. The stairs in the house were created specifically for causing people to fall down them. This time was bad enough that I went to the doctor the next day. Shelton and I had been making jokes all day about his pushing me down, which he DID NOT do of course. We get to the doctor and I'm explaining the fall. She looks over at Shelton and he says, "I'm just here to make sure she tells the right story." I laughed, she was not amused. Horrible, I know, we both are.

Yesterday I ran my first "race." I was pretty excited, until I woke up and it was 25 degrees with the wind chill. I had three pairs of pants on, two shirts and two bras. The two bras weren't exactly for cold-resistance. Can't have those things jumping all over the place! Anyway, I was seriously like 15th from last. My time was 35:22 for a 2-mile. I have a valid excuse though- this little boy was walking all by himself just before the half-way marker. He was so sad. I didn't want him out there by himself, that's so scary. So I introduced myself and walked the rest of the way with him.

Shelton and I went to see Borat- it's hilarious. Hurt yourself laughing hilarious. Compares to the kind of laughing you experience the first time you watch Dumb And Dumber, Old School or Napoleon Dynamite. Not a politically correct moment in the show, and there are times when you feel really guilty for laughing. But laughing is healthy. So I'm calling it a must see.

On the flip side of that movie coin is Happy Feet. I've anxiously waited more than a year to see that film. I was so unimpressed. It was almost kind of sad. I mean, I get the moral of the story their telling. But it was not at all about an island of happy, singing, dancing penguins. In fact, how they treat the one penguin who does that is horrible. Two beaks down on that one.

Anyway, this week we're gearing up for Thanksgiving in OKC. I don't like Thanksgiving, never have, but this year I'm looking forward to it. Four days off will do that to you!

Watch this... then Vote!

2006-11-06T12:14:00.000-06:00

Head on over to YouTube today and watch this new commercial. I've seen it a dozen times already and I still laugh every time!

This is from the Vote Kansas campaign- encouraging young voters and letting people know that Kansas now has electronic voting machines. I also have to ad that the star of the spot, Cabrone (aka Danger Dan), is a fellow OU alum.

Everyone hit the polls tomorrow and then PRAISE GOD that we'll finally be rid of all the political ads.

No gifts, please

2006-10-17T20:48:00.000-05:00

We're only 17 days in to October and already the stores are full of Christmas decorations and talk of where people are going for Thanksgiving seems to be increasing.

The holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas, are going to be a little different for us this year. I don't know where or who or what will be happening, but we'll get there.

The other is that this is going to be a no gift year for us. We're not giving, and we're asking to you help us not receive. As you all know, we're trying to raise the money we need to do IVF after the first of the year. We're still about 17 grand shy of what we're going to need, but we're hopeful we're going to get there.

This year, we hope everyone will accept a Christmas card and our love, prayers and hugs. It feels weird not to be giving gifts to everyone. I love sharing gifts with people. But this year we feel like we have to put this baby first and to do that we need every extra penny we can get.

We're also asking that you not give us any gifts this year. We mean this, in the nicest way we can say. If you feel compelled to give us a gift, we ask that you do so in the form of a donation to BabyorBust.

We have lots of stuff and things- but what we really want is a baby, we want to start a family.

We're blessed to have loving families, each other, fantastic jobs, a beautiful home and our health. That's really all anyone can ask for.

Game of the year

2006-10-07T14:38:00.000-05:00

As a Sooner, or even a Longhorn, there is one game in the season that matters most- OU/texas. I'm sad to say that after 5 years at OU, I never once made it down to Dallas for the baddest rivalry in the game. But my heart was there every year, just as it is today.

At this moment, the Sooners just ran out of the tunnel on to the field. I don't know stats, I can rarely remember our QB's name and I don't know what our rank is this year... but I know Adrian is carrying our team, I know Stoops is a fantastic coach, I know my blood beats with Crimson & Cream and that is all that matters. I'm hoping like crazy that we're going to take home the Red River Rivalry trophy today... I've listened to commentary from both sides all week, and I really think this is anybody's game. No one is owning this before the toin coss- it's definitely going home to the best team today. I'm cheering crazily that it's us- so kick some Bevo ass today boys!!

Something about the game today is making me miss college. My front yard is covered in crunchy leaves, there's a perfect crispness in the air today and my favorite team is playing ball today. One of those days that makes you fall in love with being in Norman. I miss that walk across South Oval in the fall and I miss skipping late classes to make happy hour at Brother's. I miss that small niche of incredible people I found myself a part of, and feel so fortunate that I still call most of them friends. And I miss walking into Memorial Stadium every Saturday with 80,000 fellow Sooner devotees.

It's a cliche, but my years in Norman at OU were truly some of the best of my life. I'll never get them back, but the memories are one-of-a-kind. Nothing will ever compare.

How did I get across that graduation stage without at least one OU/texas under my belt? Don't ask me, I don't know how they allowed it! One of these days I'll make it there and cheer louder than anyone.

Kick some texas ass today Sooners... BOOMER SOONER!!

KC Chiefs vs. San Fran 49ers

2006-10-02T12:14:00.000-05:00

I don't know that you could really say "versus" because it was more like the 49ers and 80,000 some odd fans showed up to watch the Chiefs practice.

Shelton and I were offered two tickets to yesterday's match up in Kansas City and we accepted. We've never been to an NFL game before, so we were pretty psyched to take the tickets off of some very generous hands.

We left Wichita about 6am to make it to Arrowhead by 10am to get in a little tailgating w/ some friends of Shelton's from his office. We paid $20 to park, made our way to lot D, then Shelton decided we should turn around and park in lot F (behind us) b/c that is where the tailgating was happening. I got out of the car and let him drive b/c it was becoming too much to handle. We ended up going head-on into Arrowhead traffic and then forced to leave stadium parking all together and park in a huge lot that would have been free. Needless to say we were a little irked.

We hiked 47 miles over to lot F and met up w/ the tailgaters and their FANTASTIC cookout. All we'd had to eat that morning was a jug of OJ, a few day-old donut holes and some grapes. So when the marinated chicken breasts and baked potatoes rolled off the grill, I was all up in that mess. I don't think I came up for air until it was time to wipe the sour cream mustache off my face. Damn good food- thanks to Rob and crew for sharing their grub with us.

Our seats were in the corner of the home team end zone. We watched the cheerleaders shake their teeny tiny asses and the big 'ole football players pummell each other. It was such an incredibly different environment that we're used to at OU games. For one, interest level. We don't follow NFL so it could have been the girl scouts vs. campfire and we wouldn't have known the difference. When I was a kid, the 49ers were the stellar, but not so much any more as I witnessed yesterday.

It was crazy loud, crazy crazy loud. And when anyone new would sit down, like us, the 300 year season ticket holders would look over and say- "You for the Chiefs?" As if to say, "I can see you don't have a stitch of red in your clothing, we've never seen you before and if you say one thing positive about the 49ers I will punt your ass over this wall." We of course said GO CHIEFS!

All in all it was a cool experience. Very intense. We especially enjoyed the 300-woman Jazzercise performance at half time. Those ladies are better than me, I would never have gotten out there and done my workout routine in front of all those people.

Thanks to Sus for the tickets and giving us an excuse to spend 8 hours of our day driving. All worth it for a little time together... and a pit stop in Lawrence for dinner w/ Wade and Jeni which was quite enjoyable.

Tibetsy Boodles

2006-09-30T22:17:00.000-05:00

I realized that in my last post I'd said "more about the dog later"- so later has come. Due to some recent events in my family, Shelton and I have happily adopted Tibet, my parents Shih-tzu. We became her proud new owners last weekend, but she's been staying with us for almost two months.

I could not be happier if she had come from my own womb. I'm so in love with this little girl. For more than a month I've taken her to work with me every day. She has hit it off with everyone there and even has a few must-see friends each morning. She prances around like she owns the place and never strays to far away from my ankles. Having her at work makes the day a little easier, she's just a fun little companion. She attends meetings, greets visitors and even joins the smokers out on their smoking balcony. As of last week, she was named "Director of Morale" at the agency. Not a bad title for not having any experience!

Tibet is too much fun. My mood is better any time she's around... and while Shelton will try and deny it, I know his is too! She's such a little princess- I laugh and smile so much with her.

The biggest thing I've had to get used to with this new addition has been poop-scooping. OOO YUCK! she obviously has to potty during the day at the office. So we wander out into the square a few times a day and on at least one of these trips she does a #1 and #2. I'm not big on poop. Especially collecting hers. But, I guess it's a small price to pay.

She has many nicknames, my favorite is Tibetsy Boodles. Shelton hates it but I think it's fun! I just can't say enough how much we thoroughly enjoy having her in the house full time now. It's such a trip and never a dull moment.

And my little dog, too.

2006-09-14T09:15:00.000-05:00

I stayed home sick yesterday, something that seems to be an increasing trend directly correlated to a decrease in my small amount of sick time. I'd pushed a little too hard the day before by working a full day and just needed one more day of R&R.

About 5 o'clock there was a knock at the door. This never happens. Ever. The only people who come to our house know they can just walk right in. So I panic a little as I have a SERIOUS afro in full bloom, in my PJs sans bra and no glasses. I yell that I'll be there in a second and scurry to put my dishevled self back in order.

I open my door to a very dirty man, hillbilly-esque man. He greeted me with a very enthusiastic hello and I returned it. He said, "Mam, we were driving through your neighborhood and noticed the brush pile in your yard. Do you need that hauled off?"

My immediate response was, "SERIOUSLY!?! YES!" I haven't given a yes like that since someone offered me a free double scoop of ice cream- wait, that's never happened.

See, about a month or so ago we had a pretty big storm. It knocked a HUGE branch out of the tree in our front yard. It landed on the roof. My dad came out w/ a few guys and chopped it up and piled it up. We were very grateful as this would have cost about $500 to have hired out, and we do not have the tools to take care of it.

He said they would haul it off for $30. I told him that I never have cash (which is true) and that I just happened to have a $20 (which is true) and that I don't have checks (which is also true) and that if he would take my $20 he could have my sticks. (I wasn't trying to scam the guy, I really only had $20 I could give him)

He looked back at the woman in his truck, she gave a nod and he said- I'll take it only if I can pet your little dog (the one I was holding), too. I thought, sorry Tibet (more about the dog later), you're gonna have to take one for the team. So we exchanged petting and cash, he broke out the chainsaw and 10 minutes later I could see the overgrown grass on the curb again.

I'm sure my neighbors all sighed huge breaths of relief and destroyed their "You're the dirty neighbor" signs.

Who knew, door-to-door stick collectors. Not a bad gig.

Spreading my ink

2006-09-13T11:24:00.000-05:00

Square Magazine 1st issue
Originally uploaded by oubrandi.

A couple of friend's of mine from OU, Jim and Becky, are starting a magazine. It's called Square- and it will serve as a lifestyle magazine in Tulsa, OK. Wow, that sounds like a boring explanation. It's going to be a kickass magazine that tells about life in Tulsa- music, bars, dining, fashion, art, sports, people, places, things... is that better? The magazine will print in an 8x8 square and publish monthly. That in and of itself is pretty cool to me- where have you seen a square magazine?

The first issue is due out in November and for all of you living in Tulsa, all I can say is get ready. These two (by the way, the "and" between their names does not imply that they are a couple as they are not) have assembled a talented team and done a lot of homework to get the magazine off the ground. We spent some time w/ them in Tulsa this summer and I was so impressed how every little detail had been taken care of. Becky is the editor, grand poo-bah and I can tell you that this work is a labor of love for her.

This team they've assembled includes writers, designers and the like. I was very flattered when they asked me to be one of their writers. Jim paid nice compliments about my writing on this blog, as well as Baby or Bust and told Becky they should "hire" me.

I accepted and plan to write for the "He Said, She Said" column- in which a guy and me will guide the romantic souls of Tulsa on their journey in and out of love. (Unless you guys have something else planned!)

I was also asked to post occassionally on the mag's blog site and have so far made two posts.

Now, when I say they "hired" me, their offer sounded like this- "we'd like for you to write for us but we can't pay you anything."
I told them this was fine. All I wanted in exchange was either a $1 donation to Baby or Bust and/or a story, ad or logo placement on the Web site. As such, Square has placed the BOB logo on the homepage and we are incredibly grateful. We are going to place their's on BOB as well.

I want to say that I take it as a huge compliment to be asked to write by people I respect a great deal. I've always enjoyed writing and pretended it was something I was good at- but I receive more and more feedback and encouragement. Maybe I should stop doubting myself. So, thank you to Jim and Becky. I'm very excited about writing for Square.

And lastly, congratulations and good luck on the launch of your magazine. That is an undertaking I cannot imagine and one you are handling so well. I know Square will be a success and I'm thrilled to be a part of it.

This is the link to the magazine- www.hiptoreadsquare.com

Overheard in the O.R.

2006-09-09T10:23:00.000-05:00

Since I've talked to most of you and I've already posted how surgery went here, I'll leave this post to talk about the fun part.

I was in quite a mood Thursday when we arrived at the hospital. The first thing the doc asked was - "How's she doing? Feisty as ever?" Well, yes! I'd been up since 7am without the privilige of eating, drinking or consuming anything I couldn't breath through my nose. I was starving and antsy. So here are a few conversations that took place, right up to that final breath of nigh-nigh gas.

Brandi & Doctor in OU Scrubs
Nurse: Oh, that doctor is wearing OU scrubs. I noticed you wore an OU shirt. I'll get him. Oh doctor...

Doctor: Yes?

Brandi: Boomer Sooner!

Doctor: Oh, did you go to OU?

Brandi: Yes I did.

Nurse: (Smiling)

Awkward silence....
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Brandi & Anesthesiologist

Anesth: So, how tasty was that breakfast and lunch today?

Brandi : Oh, bite me!

Anesth: (laughing), oh that was the answer I was looking for!
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Brandi, Shelton and Dr. T pre-op conversation

Dr T: Brandi, you're not the boss today or tomorrow. I don't know if you are usually the boss, but today and tomorrow you are not. He is. Shelton, this is your big chance.

Brandi: (laughing) yeah, your big opportunity. Don't blow it.

Dr. T: You don't have to clean or cook for at least 10-12 weeks after surgery.

Brandi: Yes!

Shelton: Yeah, right.

Dr. T: You can start having intercourse again as soon as you say it's ok too. (Looks at Shelton) But really, what's different about that than any other time? Don't think your house is any different that anyone else's!
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Brandi in OR just before the gas-

Brandi: Can you unstrap my arm, I have an itch?

Nurse: Of course.

OR Staff: (everyone singing, talking laughing)

Brandi: Wow, you guys are having a good time.

Nurse: You should see her dance. She usually dances in here.

Dancing Nurse: Not now, I'm busy.

Brandi: Wow, this is the most fun I've ever had before surgery.

Anesth: Ok, breathe in...
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Ok, so probably more amusing to me than anyone else. But seriously, that was the most fun I'd ever had before going in for a surgery. Laughter is the best medecine, after all!!

Under the knife

2006-09-05T20:05:00.000-05:00

Well folks, I'll soon be returning to an operating room near me. It looks as though this Thursday I've got a hot date scheduled with my doctor. I'll be having surgery to look at and take care of some ovarian cysts that have taken up residence since the early summer. Seems to be the only thing reproducing down there. I've also been having some not-so-fun luck with my period and this should be able to find and alleviate that problem.

So I'm building a movie list that I can watch while I'm laying around here all doped up on Lortab and recovering. So far I have "Pretty in Pink" which I've never seen; "Mall Rats" which I have seen but don't remember and have been encouraged to watch again; and finally "Transamerica" which I've wanted to watch since it was released at the theaters but couldn't convince the man to watch it with me. If you have any other suggestions, shoot me an email (since I can't seem to get my comments turned back on).

We'll let you know that I came out alive and in one piece on Thursday.

Full House

2006-09-03T17:26:00.000-05:00

We've tried for quite some time to convince Shelton's brother, Keith, and his wife, Heather, to come up for a weekend to visit. We know it's not the most exciting destination, but we make up for it in enthusiasm and a lot of food.

While we were home visiting at the beginning of August I made a note on their refridgerator:
Q- When are Keith and Heather coming to Wichita?
A- Labor Day Weekend

And my little scheme worked! Keith, Heather, their new baby Stone, the mom, Elliott and his girlfriend all made their way up here early yesterday morning. We spent two days just enjoying each other's company. It was so nice to have a house full of family.

And, as promised, there was a lot of food. I'm glad no one had an aversion to paper plates and plastic cups. We do not have a dishwasher and even when it's just the two of us, this is the china of choice. I do not have time, nor the desire, to stand there and wash dishes all day and all night. Dishpan hands can bite it.

We made a quick run out to two of our favorite spots- the local health food store and World Market. We filled up on Chipotle for dinner last night, as it's a big fave and not something they can get in Oklahoma City. Poor souls.

Then, this afternoon, I made my always-popular fried chicken and garlic red skin mashed potatoes. I honestly thought I had made way too much food. Until I went in to survey the damage after everyone had stopped eating- wiped out. Nice work folks.

We played a lot of board games, talked, played with the baby and, in my humble opinion, had an all around good time. The weather made it even easier for us to decide to stay curled up in PJs on the couch all day.

As Shelton and I were falling asleep last night we were talking about the day. We both think it is so wonderful that we have a home that can accommodate all the people, toys, baggage and traffic.

So thanks for coming up. Hope we can do it again soon.

Would you like to see my ID?

2006-08-21T11:17:00.000-05:00

I babysit from time to time. I enjoy it because I get to play with the little ones and I pick up a little extra cash. I don't do this often enough for it to be anything significant. But a little something here or there never hurt anyone.

Some friends/neighbors referred me to a friend of theirs who also lives on our block. They had family in town and needed a watchful eye over their 2 year old for the night. I mosied over, since it's maybe 5 houses away, at about 6:45 last night.

I was introduced to the father, whose name escapes me. In fact, I don't think it was ever told to me now that I'm thinking back. In any event, as he's showing me around the house he asked me this- "So, what grade are you in? High School? College?"

I just kind of chuckled. I mean, really? I wasn't wearing my marching band t-shirt or my letter jacket. I didn't have a backpack full of homework as I usually had w/ me with my high school sitting gigs.

As I laughed I said, "Oh, no! I graduated about two years ago. But thanks."

Then I went downstairs to talk to his wife. She asked me- "Do you live around here?" I said "Yes, about 5 houses down." She replied, "Oh really? Do you live with your parents?" Again, I laughed. "No, I live with my husband. We've been married for four years."

I guess they ran into my friends at the concert they were all going to and I came up. My friends asked if my husband had come with me. The Dad said "Husband?! Hell, I thought she was in high school."

The moral of this story- I don't know if I should take all this as a compliment or not. I mean really, do I look like I'm still in high school? No, I didn't look fabulous last night. It was Sunday- I had jeans, DMB tee, flops and a pony tail. They were lucky I didn't show up in my PJs.

I almost felt like I needed to have my mom sign a waiver that said I was old enough to stay with their kid without any supervision of my own.

More adventures in expanding my palette

2006-08-20T13:03:00.000-05:00

I have a Yoplait yogurt every morning for breakfast. Usually the strawberry orange sunrise, sometimes red raspberry. This makes me feel like I am doing something good for myself. Plus, I hate eating breakfast so I get a little something in the tummy when I start the day.

Friday night we were having dinner with some friends. Our host had invited his brother over, a nurse. So I started asking him all these questions about how much and how often I should do strenuous excercise, things that I eat and so forth. I mentioned my yogurt routine and everyone laughed. Everyone told me that it was just full of sugar and I was not really doing anything extra special for my body.

I was told that I should be eating plain yogurt and filling it with berries and granola. I scowled and scrunched my nose in disgust. Why would I eat that hippie crap? Berries I am totally down for. Granola, mmm, I only eat that when it has chocolate chips in it. Ha! And plain yogurt- you have got to be kidding me. That is nasty.

Well, Shelton and I went grocery shopping yesterday and he convinced me to at least try it. So we bought some plain yogurt, raspberries and strawberries. We went to the health food store around the corner from our house and bought french vanilla granola with sliced almonds. And this morning I tried it.

Shelton said I looked like a cat- hair on end, back hunched up, hissing and completely on the defense. I took the first hesitant bite, and whattya know- it tasted pretty damn good. So good in fact that I scraped the bowl clean and I am very much looking forward to having more tomorrow.

It is a good thing that I had my last Yoplait on Friday- that way they do not go to waste. Once again, I curl up my nose at something I have yet to try and I am blown away by the fact that it actually tastes good. Who knew.

Yes, I'm still here

2006-08-15T22:44:00.000-05:00

Wow, I just realized it's been more than two weeks since I last posted. Crazy!! That's quite a hiatus. I wish this blog weren't the only thing I could take a hiatus from- I've got so much on my plate right now I don't even know where to start. And honestly, I'm not ready to share any of it with any of you just yet.

So, I'm pretty excited about one little thing though. I pride myself in knowing the difference between good music and bad. I enjoy music and listen to my faves often. I'm always asking everyone for leads on new music, but I can't think of a time that I was ever the one introducing it. I recently watched a morning show that featured Mat Kearney. He just released his first album and I cannot get enough of it. It's very mellow, and hard to pin-point exactly which genre it fits into. Which I like, why should he be placed in a box?

He writes all of his own music. I encourage you to go out, find it and starting loving it at your earliest convenience. You won't be disappointed.

Pillow Talk

2006-07-26T13:35:00.000-05:00

Last night, Shelton and I were lying in bed trying to go to sleep. Due to the fact that Shelton is constantly telling me I'm predictable- this is the conversation that took place:

Me- Let's have a contest to see which one of us knows the most about the other.

Him- Ha! Ok, whatever.

Me- We'll start easy- what's my favorite color?

Him- I don't know- blue, purple?

Me- Are you effing kidding me?!

Him- hahaha, I don't know. Brown?

Me- You're kidding right? You really don't know my favorite color?

Him- I guess not. Blue? I'm sticking with blue.

Me- Whatever.

Him- Just tell me.

Me- No, I'm not telling you. That's something you should know. Besides, it's completely obvious.

Him- Oh, is it green? You have a lot of green in your closet.

Me- YES IT'S GREEN! How could you not know that?! I know your favorite color is white, even though that is NOT a color.

Him- (still laughing) Does that mean the green Skittles are your favorite?

Me- I still cannot believe you bought me Skittles thinking that was favorite candy. I HATE Skittles.

Not so predictable after all, huh, punk?!

25 and still alive

2006-07-20T15:00:00.000-05:00

Today I turned 25 years old. I'm very mixed on my feelings toward this birthday. While I feel the kid in me slipping away as everyday I'm faced with more adult things, I'm excited by the fact that now when people ask how old I am, they won't roll their eyes at that 24-year old kid. I know that for most of the people who read this blog, 25 is quite a distant memory. So what do I have to be complaining about?

So, today on my birthday, I thought I'd talk about all the things I don't have to complain about... like, my husband who is the love of my life (next to my nephew, Stone, of course), my incredible family, a job that I have a hell of a lot of fun doing and the fact that my hair has finally reached a point where it's more of a love than hate relationship.

How am I celebrating this big milestone birthday- the birthday in which I'm old enough to RENT A CAR!?!? I got to sleep in, only to be awaken by the Von Traps (my in-laws) and my parents singing duet, then a text from my sister and then a knock at the door by Grandma. Ok, I'll get up already.
Then, it was off to Shelton's dr. visit and then my trip to the gyno- best birthday gift EVER!! Then I had to have blood drawn to see if I'm a gene carrier for cystic fibrosis- again, LOVE needles being forced into my invisible veins ON-MY-BIRTHDAY! Then it was lunch and back to work.

Tonight, I'm having shrimp. Lots and Lots and Lots of shrimp. And beer. But just a little.

Thanks to all of you for the birthday calls, cards, emails and love. I love you all so very, very much.

Swimmin' Hole

2006-07-06T22:45:00.000-05:00

I walked in the front door tonight, chattering away on my cell phone. I made it to the kitchen and my foot was covered in water. I was wearing flip flops of course. I looked around and the entire floor was covered- probably 1/4". I told Sarah I had to go- no time for dilly dallying.

I called Shelton and asked when he'd be home. He said "When do you need me." I said "Soon enough to help me clean up the swimming pool."

The leak was traced to the ice maker. A very steady stream of water just pouring out of the hose.

I changed out of my clothes, threw my perfect hair day into a pony tail, took the trashbag out of the trashcan to create a bucket, and started mopping. By the time Shel made it home I had the kitchen pretty much dried up. And then from the basement I hear "Oh, don't think it isn't wet down here, too."

I just closed my eyes. I went into the basement and the flood to beat all was waiting for me. So Shelton tended to that w/ the wet vac, I continued to work on the kitchen.

I had to peel all the floor tiles up in the 3' x 3' square that the fridge sits on. Underneath was sopping wet. I was scared to death the wood underneath the buy-one-get-12-free tiles would just rot. So now, the floor has a bald spot.

THREE HOURS LATER we finally got it all under control. We'd discussed going out to buy a new one- but when Shelton told me this was not the time to get the stainless steel side door w/ freezer drawer, I decided this heap would work for now.

At that point, we'd been off work for 3 hours, we were well past feeding time and starving. Was I cooking? Think again. I got that Chipotle twinkle in my eye, Shelton gave me the nod and we lived happily ever after.

You could say I'm cyst-tastic!

2006-06-30T17:17:00.000-05:00

Almost two years ago in July, I had to have surgery for an ovarian cyst that had burst. It hurt like the dickens and was not something I particularly wanted to go through again. They told me at the time that due to my family history and the style of the cyst, I would probably always have them and the only way to control it would be with birth control. Well I was, and still am, trying to get preggers and so b.c. was not at the top of my list.

Well, about 3 months ago I was having very similar pains to those 2 years ago. I immediately made appointment because I was going to be dumb enough to play that game twice. He thought it was more likely endometriosis and sent me to an OB/GYN specialist (that last word just means it costs more money). But I'm glad to have been referred because I really like this new guy, we'll call him Dr. T.

Dr. T found a cyst on my ovary about the size of a lemon and said it was no wonder I was hurting. That one went away on its own- yay!

I went in for a follow up a month after that and he found that the biggun had gone away but a new one had formed inside my left ovary and it was something that we should definitely watch.

So this past week, yet again, I felt those all too familiar pains and headed to Dr. T. I've gotten used to the fact that when they pull out the sonogram equipment, you never know what you're going to find in there. It's like a toy at the bottom of a cereal box, or finding money in your coat pocket the next year.

Yesterday's fun new surprise offered up a 3 pack. Not only was the "one to watch" still chillin, still growing, but it had 2 little friends. Well, two not so little friends. I won't go into the details and gross you all out. But I'm hurting - kind of a constant, nagging pain. More annoying than anything. He sent me home w/ some Tylenol3. I've never had that and I'm quite certain that I like it after last night. Best sleep ever!

So he wants to see me again in about a month. I love that he really wants to keep my out of the operating room. He's keeping a good watch and hopefully they'll pack up and leave soon. On that note, I leave you with the best line ever- it's not a tooomah!

Impressed

2006-06-29T21:31:00.000-05:00

Last night I had the privilege of meeting Scott Gilbert, the former CEO of Saatchi & Saatchi New York. Scott worked in advertising for barely 25 years and was lucky enough to retire at the age of 50, but he left an enviable mark on the business.

The heroes of advertising go unmentioned and unnoticed, but their contributions are many and great. Amongst Scott's many accomplishments, most notable was his introduction and development of the Lexus brand.

Our CEO was fresh out of school when he first worked in an agency for Scott. Over the years they've kept in touch and last night we hosted a dinner for the agency and all of our clients with Scott as the speaker.

He told us how he first met with the Eiji Toyoda (grand poobah of Toyota at the time) in 1987 and how Mr. Toyoda had just challenged his engineers to create the best car in the world. Scott and a team of two other men were challenged with bringing this brand to the masses and making it work.

To be more efficient, Scott and two other men found an empty office within Saatchi, taped a sign to the door that said "Team One" and began working to create Lexus. Some time later, Team One was created- another one of the advertising agency greats.

He impressed upon us the importance of passion in this business, how a little push back to the client isn't necessarily a bad thing and it often breeds something greater and how when a consumer says nothing it can have meaning stronger than when they do.

He told all of us the story behind creating Lexus, the challenges they faced and how it became one of the most powerful brands in automobiles at a rate they didn't expect. We were shown several early TV spots; as well as an old SNL skit in which David Spade and Phil Hart mock the Lexus w/ "The Chameleon"- the junker car on the outside that is luxurious on the inside to deter theft.

At the end of the presentation he opened up for questions. I started the Q&A by asking what kind of car he currently drives- he said a Toyota, his wife is in a Lexus. I just wanted to make sure.

Scott is certainly not a household name, but his work most certainly is.

Is the grass really all that greener?

2006-06-27T19:23:00.000-05:00

When we moved in to our new house in November, the next door neighbor had just covered his yard in grass seed. And in a matter of days the softest, thickest, greenest grass began sprouting. It mellowed for the winter and as spring began to break it flourished. He would spend hours watering and taking meticulous care. You'd have thought he'd named each blade.

As each blade grew, I grew more jealous. What I wouldn't give for a lawn like that. It was so gorgeous- plush, bright green and the entire yard lined with these tall, beautiful tulips. UGH!

Everytime I come and go from the house I'd dreamily stare and wait for the day I could dig up my yard and plant new seed with promise of an equally enviable lawn.

Turns out, maybe my lawn ain't so bad after all. As spring faded into summer the tulips slowly died. This morning on my way out to the car I looked over and realized that summer was beginning to take its toll. And I also realized I hadn't seem him outside in weeks. The garden that was perfect was now overgrown with weeds. The lawn has faded to a color less interesting than mine.

So I've realized not to sweat it. Just let my lawn be and it's pretty nice. And the elephant ears and caladiums I planted a few months ago- FABULOUS!! They're finally up and doing very well.

Upside-down and topsy turvy

2006-06-22T21:05:00.000-05:00

Last Friday my boss, our CEO, came to me and presented an interesting opportunity. Earlier in the week our COO and had mentioned to me that a new opportunity was coming my way and I should keep an open mind. I guess he knows me a little well, knows that I don't take easily to change.

So my CEO discussed the details of the plan- basically, I'd be going to work within the offices of one of our top clients, a cable company, for one month. I immediately thought, "how can they just get rid of me that easily?" This client was short a few staff members and had specifially requested a member of our agency team come in to help.

Have been warned that I should keep an open mind, I immediately started looking at the situation and the positives that could come of it. I also immediately started thinking about my client, the bank, and how was I supposed to just walk away from that for an entire month.

Having agreed to do it, I walked away from that meeting in hives. Literally. And all I could think was how my good friend, Jim, would have laughed and said, "Brandi! Stop Panicking!" My response is always, "Ha! I"m not panicking!" But I lie, I usually am.

So yesterday, I left my office with a box of "my" things and tears streaming down my face. I love my job, the place I work and the people I work with. I was sad to leave all of that for an entire month. I've yet to take a true vacation in the near 2 years I've worked there... I have issues letting go of the reins. So this was not easy.

Today was day 2 in my new office. I'm officially a member of the "Office Space' cast. Tiny cubicle, silent work environment, magnetic ID card, water cooler... I even brought over my red Swingline stapler.

Everyone is really welcoming and sure as hell not shying away from giving me any work. While it's far less work than I do on any other day, it's overwhelming in that I have no idea what I'm doing and it's all very new.

I'm sending my office daily "blog" emails with the events of the day and my experience. I'm calling it my "Summer Camp."

I'm trying to be really positive and learn as much from this as I can... as I know more than anything it is a truly unique opportunity for me.

Tomorrow is Friday and I'm very much looking forward to the weekend and a chance to just exhale for a couple of days and start the week out with a clear head.

I feel pretty!

2006-06-19T20:42:00.000-05:00

I don't know about you, but I was getting burnt on the old look.

So here is a beautiful new one that I found here.

So Pretty!

2006-06-19T20:37:00.000-05:00

I don't know about you, but I was getting burnt on the old look.

So here is a beautiful new one that I found

The definition of "Retchid-Nasty-Funk"

2006-06-13T11:56:00.000-05:00

I've never been known for having the cleanest cars. One of my faults... we've all got to have one I guess.

Last week, Friday maybe, I got in and there was a peculiar smell. I figured in the heat of the sun, something in the little trash sack was cooking. Gross, I know, but I could live with that.

We left the car parked over the weekend, as we took the Xterra to KC. So, that's 3 more days? All locked up with sealed windows and doors. Mmm-hmm, plenty of time to cook.

Yesterday, as we were racing out the door for a few doctor's appointments, I realized I had a flat. So we left my car and took the Xterra. But it was pouring rain, so before we left I grabbed my umbrella out of the trunk. Now, when I opened the trunk, the "peculiar" smell was now just nasty. But, no time to spare to investigate, I slammed the trunk shut and figured I'd deal with it later.

When I got in the Xterra the smell had followed. I noticed something sticky on the umbrella and figured that was the source, so I tossed in the back. Again, Monday morning, I'm not dealing w/ this crap.

So this morning at 7:15 I head out to air up my tire before work. When I opened the trunk, the most ungodly scent on this earth filled my head. I immediately figured something had made its way into the trunk and died. Because nothing on God's green earth could smell like that unless it were decomposing.

With breath held and gag reflex in full working order I began scanning the trunk for the perpetrator. And there it was, wrapped in a Wal*Mart sack, a gallon of milk that could not have been in there ANY LESS than 2 weeks. I came about that date because that was the last time I went on a big grocery trip, and I only put groceries in the trunk on a big trip.

SO UNBELIEVABLY GROSS! I removed the gallon of milk, only to find that it had somehow opened and was ALL OVER THE TRUNK. I placed the milk in the garbage, closed the trunk and began 20 minutes of dry heaves.

Once I was able to breath again, I called my neighbor/co-worker and asked for a ride. Seriously, not even dealing with that at 7:30 in the morning. I'd sooner chew my own leg off and beat myself with it.

So tonight, I've got to figure something out. The only things that keep circling in my head are open windows, febreze, bleach, and LOTS of trashbags. Because short of the Hope Diamond being back there, I'm not keeping any of it.

Spontaneity for 400, Alex

2006-06-12T19:22:00.000-05:00

Shelton and I left Wichita Friday evening to spend the weekend in Lawrence, KS (home of KU, but certainly nothing to do with our being there). This, like every other minute of our lives, has been calculated, planned and discussed at length. I mean, why would two logical people do anything out of the blue? Absurd I say!

We were spending the weekend with my cousin, Wade, and his wife, Jeni. We made it to there place about 9 and conversation began flowing, thanks in part to the white wine. I, as usual, got a little chatty, but all-in-all I think we were enjoying ourselves.

The next morning Jeni had to work, unfortunately, and Wade kept us pretty entertained. We went to the famous Mass Street in Lawrence, which is apparently the 1 mile by 1 block area with ANYTHING to do in that town. We wandered around the farmer's market and then enjoyed a little breakfast at Einstein Bagle's. We then went home to watch a little Sweden/Trinidad World Cup action, and Googled every conceivable question about the sport of soccer/football... whatever. Very educational. For instance, "The World Cup is a quadrennial event.

That afternoon Jeni and Wade had a family emergency to tend to in Wichita, so we packed up to leave. Pulling out of the drive we decided 4pm on a Saturday was too early to head home. So having never done so before, we pointed the Xterra toward KC.

What was supposed to be an easy 45 minutes to 1 hour drive to Kansas City's famous Country Club Plaza, turned in to 2 hours of madness. Completly, lost, not equipped with a map, no hotel reservations... this is why I use a calendar... always!!

Once we made it to The Plaza, we found a neighborhood nearby and started driving up and down the streets looking for an open wifi connection. We finally found one, logged on, found a hotel, booked a room and then got directions to the hotel.

Within an hour we were showered, dressed and ready for an evening on The Plaza. We had dinner at a fabulous seafood restaurant, which turned out to be pretty disappointing. I've never been served that much food, at that price, and left hungry. But, that is life. So to make up for it, we walked over to Cheesecake Factory and ordered a fat piece of original w/ raspberries. HEAVEN ON EARTH PEOPLE!!

We spent the rest of the evening cuddled up in bed, watching a movie and enjoying the rareness of the moment. The next morning we slept in and made the drive back to Wichita.

While we spend most weekends out of town, it's always to see someone. And for those of you we visit, don't take it personally, but it was so nice to spend time just the two of us. It has truly been A LONG TIME since we've done something like that.

Could we afford it? Not at all. Are there other important things we should have spent the money on, and have we asked that 100 times since we left? Absolutely. But would I have traded that 24 hours for anything else? Not a chance.

One other note- we're still new to this digital camera thing, and I gave up carrying my 35mm a long time ago. As such, we totally forgot to take it with us and missed MANY photo opps. Just close your eyes and picture the two of us in front of the fountain, the impromptu Mexican Fiesta parade in Lawrence and wrestling the broken hotel toilet all night.

Our nephew, Stone

2006-06-05T20:19:00.000-05:00

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Well, world, this is him! Little Stone... and when I say little, I mean LITTLE! This weekend he was 5 days old, 21" and 7 pounds. You forget how tiny newborns are.

Lots of sleeping, lots of eating and lots of pooping. Aunt Brandi even got in one diaper change... with the guidance of Keith.

We spent the weekend cuddled up with this little guy... I mean, wouldn't you if you could? We didn't really ask, we just said- Hey, Keith and Heather, we're here... where's that baby?!?!

Thank you both for letting Shelton and I spend so much time with him this weekend.

And all weekend, my ovaries were going BOOM BOOM! BOOM BOOM! At one point, everyone put in ear plugs.

Here to the right is Stone cuddled up with Uncle Shelton. That little boy is perfection. Absolute perfection.

That's "Ohma" to you

2006-06-05T20:11:00.000-05:00

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The birth of the first grandchild brings on many important questions- like what shall I be called?

Jenyle has asked that Stone and her other unborn grandchildren call her "Ohma," which is German for "Grandma."

Uncle Shelton and Stone

2006-06-05T20:06:00.000-05:00

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Do you SEE how tiny he is?!
(I'm talking about Stone)

Seriously, he's just tucked inside Shelton's hand... LOVE HIM!

Hey... Put 'em up!

2006-06-05T20:04:00.000-05:00

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If only this little guy knew how cute he is!

Mommy Heather

2006-06-05T20:03:00.000-05:00

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Is Heather holding him? Must be lunch time!

3 Koskie Boys

2006-06-05T19:58:00.000-05:00

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Keith, Stone and Uncle Shelton.

This is one of my faves... ever!

A very proud Daddy

2006-06-05T19:56:00.000-05:00

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Keith and Stone- what a perfect photo!

Out 'til 2a.m. with another man... and so worth it

2006-06-02T08:58:00.000-05:00

Wednesday I left work at noon with stomach all a flutter... I was headed to Kansas City to see the-man-i'd-be-in-love-with-if-i'd-never-met-shelton-and-there-were-any-
chance-of-us-meeting... Dave Matthews... and his band.

In case you can't tell, Dave Matthews Band is my absolute, hands-down favorite. I've only been to one other show, about 5 years ago in Dallas.

Shelton was unable to attend, so a friend of mine from work, Joe, let me have his other ticket. We had awesome seats.. 15 rows back from the stage. When they finally came out, he was so close... oh my God, so close!!! And daddy looked GOOOOOOD!!! (Dave, of course, not the guy I was with.) We were in an amphitheater with a strong possibility of rain all day. But by the time the show started, clear, beautiful skies and a perfect temperature. What a stellar night.

Everything they played was fine by me. The songs I desperately wanted to hear, "#41," and "Song that Jane Likes" were not played. They played "Tripping Billies" and it was so damn good I can't stop singing it.

Joe and I drove home after show and arrived in Wichita at 2am. I was up and ready for work at 8. He was the smarter one, he took yesterday off. I was the most tired I've ever been, but it was so worth it.

The opening band was G-love with Special Sauce. I'd heard the name before but none of their music. They rocked! It's very chill music and now I'm going to have to add another channel to my Pandora.

This should hold you over

2006-06-02T08:53:00.000-05:00

Stone's grandpa on Heather's side went ahead and created this little blog to post photos. There are only 4 you don't really get a good glimpse of him.

Shelton and I got to Moore about 9 o'clock last night only to find an EXHAUSTED daddy Keith... they've also been moving out of their apartment this week. Not jealous at all!

So, we have hopes of seeing the little guy today and BELIEVE ME there will be photos.

Welcome little boy

2006-05-29T21:26:00.000-05:00

At 6:05 this evening, Keith and Heather became parents. And I well up with tears as I say it because my heart is overwhelmed with more excitement than I know what to do with.

Today, we are so proud to welcome our new nephew, Virgil Stone Koskie... we will call him Stone. This is a family name and I don't know if we were surprised or not that they chose it. He weighed in at 7lb, 11oz and 20" long. We're told he is very sweet and very cute with a little blonde/brown hair. Like a true Koskie, he wasted no time making friends and apparently looked around and cooed at everyone.

(Ok, the welling up with tears has passed and now it's just bawling!!)

We got the call at about 1:30 that Heather had finally gone into labor and had been admitted to the hospital. Shelton and I debated whether or not to make the trip down this afternoon being that the only way either of us could miss work tomorrow were if our faces fell off. Being her first baby we figured it would be at least tomorrow and we would have wasted a trip.

But when the little booger decided to show up so quickly, we were both more than bummed that we had missed little Stone's arrival. But now we think we'll give everyone a chance to hang out with him this week and then Aunt and Uncle train is coming to town Thursday night.

In any event, with Stone's arrival, grandparents were made today. Parents were made today. Aunts, uncles and new friends. Shelton I thought it was funny how this little guy had only been in the world for a short hour and within a moment, his little life has already touched so many.

Our prayers were answered for a healthy pregnancy and healthy delivery. We pray that today is just the beginning of many perfect days for Stone, Heather and Keith.

Congratulations you guys... we love you!!!

Candy Sweet Candy

2006-05-25T22:03:00.000-05:00

Shortly after I started at the agency I found a bowl that I thought would make a perfect candy dish. I bought it. Shelton scowled. Ever since then there rarely passes a day that the bowl isn't full. And people seek it out. And when it's empty I get dirty looks and sighs. I've had people bang the empty bowl. I've had notes like "An empty candy dish is just a bowl" post-it'd to the bottom.

My desk is right on a main thoroughfare in the office, so I get a lot of traffic all day long. And a bowl that was loaded up at 8a.m. leaves a little to be desired around 5p.m.

I try to mix it up. I've rarely had the same thing in it twice. I like to hit the Nifty Nut House and find delectable edibles. Sour balls, double-dipped dark chocolate malt balls, runts, hot tamales and others are popular choices.

The Nifty Nut House is this UNREAL candy mecca in Wichita. It's like a huge warehouse full of candy. Every kind, size, flavor, WHOA MOMMA!!

In any event, a few weeks ago a guy stopped by and grabbed a few sour balls. Moments later he was holding his crown in his hand. Because of my sour ball. I felt so bad for him. I even made up a fun little rhyme:
BRAD SMITH STOPPED BY BRANDI'S DESK
TO GRAB A HAND FULL OF SOUR BALLS
HE BIT ONE DOWN
AND BROKE HIS CROWN
AND THE DENTIST CAME FOLLOWING AFTER

This week, the sweet-of-the-moment have been Nips- a yummy little carmel hard candy in a variety of flavors. All week, jokes that would make HR blush regarding the Nips at Brandi's desk (go on, use your imagination) have been running like wildfire. This afternoon, John dropped by my desk for a Nip. Again, he turned around to show me a golden crown sitting in the palm of his hand. It was quickly announced that John broke his tooth on one of Brandi's Nips.

I've since placed a warning label on the candy bowl letting everyone know that I am not responsible for their dental work.

Drilled and Filled

2006-05-16T10:47:00.000-05:00

I was a ball of panic yesterday, all day, dreading my trip to the dentist. I rushed out of the office 15 minutes before my appointment only to get stuck in the rare standstill traffic jam on Kellogg. Poor little doggy was hit by a semi, never seen anything like that in my life.

So with that lovely picture in my head I made it a few minutes late. The nurse asked how I was and I replied- not good at all. I said this was my first cavity and I was completely freaking out. She was super nice and made me so comfortable. She didn't make me feel like the big, giant baby that I was being.

She gassed me and turned on Dr. Phil. A few minutes later she told me my cavity was really tiny and that I wouldn't need a shot unless I wanted it. I told her that I wanted as much of whatever they could give me.

My anxiety and nerves were the worst part... as always. The actual drill and fill only lasted about 3 minutes.

My jaw is pretty sore from the shot. Other than that, I've survived my first cavity.

The grape flavored gloves make it ok

2006-05-10T20:19:00.000-05:00

I loathe going to the dentist. Probably more than most people and probably more than is necessary. I was supposed to go three weeks ago, but I got so nervous about going that I called and pushed the appointment back a month. When they called to confirm my second appointment, I considered pushing that one. But, I put on my big girl panties and confirmed.

My stomach knots, I get queasy. I just completely freak out. The second I sit in that chair my feet start shaking back and forth and I can't stop it. The dentist usually gives me a little gas for my cleaning, just enough to calm my nerves.

So I went in on Monday and she started the ritual of poking the wire "thingy" in my molars. The thing stuck and she pulled it out and stuck it again. And she said, "Oh, looks like we've got a little cavity." And I about spit her hand across the room.

I said, "No I do not!" And she said, "Oh yes you do. But it's a little one." I told her I'd never ever in my whole life had a cavity. Ahhh, baby's first cavity.

How the hell did this happen?! I take great care of my teeth, and always have. I'm a Crest kid.

Anyway, she booked the appointment for Monday afternoon. Now, I'm completely freaking out. And I know I can't push this one back. EEEEEEEKS!!

So at least I can look forward to the gloves- the dentist wears grape-flavored gloves. Yum! And she told me- well, we'll give you a little gas if you'd like. IF I LIKE???!!! Umm, hopefully they order extra next week because I don't even want to know I'm alive. But hopefully I live through it and don't drive myself nuts.

What next?!

2006-05-09T20:48:00.000-05:00

I guess it's been two weeks since we had our hail storm. I've lived my entire life in Kansas and Oklahoma, and I've never seen hail like that. Ever. I was asleep in bed when the most god-awful sound ripped me from my sleep. Hail the size of golf balls pummeled our neighborhood and in a matter of only five or six minutes, our street was solid white and looked like it had snowed. We helplessly watched our 3 cars in the driveway get beat to death. Luckily, only dents in the cars and no broken windows. It was like God had started a snowball fight and forgot to invite the rest of us.

So the next couple of days everyone talked about the hail damage to their cars and houses. I was repeatedly asked if our roof weathered the storm and I was certain it had. Following the hail came days on end of rain and since there wasn't any evidence of any leaking, I assumed our house was safe. To be super safe, we've called in a roofer and they'll do an inspection next week.

However, while everyone was concerned about damage at the top of the house, no one thought to look under it. After a good three or four days of rain last week, I made it to the basement to do laundry. All the piles of nicely separated clothes were sopping wet. Turns out all that water made its way in to the basement... as will happen when you buy a 90 year old home.

It dried up and we were sure our worries were over. Until tonight. When once I again I went downstairs to do laundry. And it has rained and rained again the last couple of days. Only this time, the water was deep enough that I nearly slipped and broke my hip. Deep enough to submerse my entire flip flop. And more wet clothes.

And it's everywhere. The center of the basement is the only dry place. Shelton wet-vacced that puddles and I nervously stood behind holding the cord to keep it dry, certain we'd both be fried to death in the basement.

God bless I love this house. But it's too much work. I wish I could come home to find it clean, organized, repaired and decorated and just stand back and say wow- look at the great job we did. Because that would mean somewhere we'd found the time, money, energy and know-how to tackle all this. That condo ain't looking so bad now.

A little bit of Keith, A little bit of Jenna

2006-05-09T20:39:00.000-05:00

As you can tell, I've been really bad about getting on here lately. Too many other things going on and just trying to keep my head on straight.

Last weekend we made a brief appearance in Edmond to celebrate Keith's graduation from UCO. Keith, Shelton's younger brother, graduated Summa Cum Laude and was the grand marshall for his class. I would post a photo from the evening but the distance and our camera did not a good match make. We are all so proud of Keith, and glad that we could be there to celebrate with him. He has a lead on a dynamite job and we keep our fingers crossed that it all finalizes smoothly. Hard to believe my graduation was 2 full years ago.. the time certainly flies.

He and his wife Heather are expecting their first baby in just a matter of days at this point. SO EXCITING!! So now that his last final has been taken, he can start letting those repressed new daddy nerves rear their ugly heads. No, they'll be great parents and we're SO looking forward to that new baby. I'm going to be an Auntie- everyone look out!

My sister Jenna made the trip to Wichita from Fayetteville this past weekend. It's been TOO long since we last saw her, Christmas to be exact. I guess I didn't realize I've never gone that long without seeing Jenna. We had a really great trip and got to spend a lot of time together. I also helped her get the wheels moving on the college entrance process. Hopefully she'll keep that ball rolling. So weird to be helping her. Just doesn't seem possible. And I think being an "adult", if that's what you want to call it, is treating her well. She looked great, and had a way about her that just fit. I haven't seen or heard Jenna laugh or smile like that in such a long time. It felt good to see her so happy.

48 hours of "ME" time

2006-04-30T10:19:00.000-05:00

Shelton went out of town with his family this weekend and I was kind of bummed as I looked ahead to an entire weekend by myself. Saturday and Sunday are the two days where Shelton and I get each other all to ourselves. And I love every minute. I was also a little freaked out about having to stay in this 90-year old creaking and moaning house by myself for the first time.

But folks, it hasn't been bad at all. I've enjoyed every minute of it. And while I'm looking forward to Shelton's return this afternoon, I appreciate the solitude while I have it. I mean, it's been a year since I spent a weekend alone and it will probably be another year before I get it again.

So what have I been doing with myself? Well, Friday night I went to a baby shower for a co-worker. She's having twin girls- how fun is that?! THIS is how you do a baby shower kids... in the evening, with dinner and sangria. Of course, mommy didn't get to partake. But, who needs alcohol when you have ALL THOSE PRESENTS!!

It was home and straight to bed. With the lights on in the dining room. And the bedroom. Ya know, to make sure I didn't see the ghosts that I'm CERTAIN live here and won't let their transparent heads be seen until I'm all alone. Ha- I won!

Saturday morning I slept in and I haven't enjoyed that pleasure in a long, long time. I bummed around the house, did a little grocery shopping then showered and ready to face the day. There was a wine fest in Wichita yesterday and I was given tickets. I met up with a couple of girlfriends and we spent the entire afternoon sampling wonderful wines and mowing through plate after plate of killer food and desserts.

I came home last night to play "Bree" from Desperate Housewives. I indulged in my favorite bottle of wine, baked my very best M&M/Choc Chip cookies and played online Scrabble. When I lost 3 games in a row, I decided it was time to kill the games and go to bed. Again, with the lights on.

This morning I'm finishing the cookies and prepping late lunch for the fam when they return. I'm preparing a downhome Sunday lunch of fried chicken, garlic red skin mashed potatoes, baked beans and corn bread. And, cookies for dessert.

Happy Birthday Shelton!

2006-04-27T17:34:00.000-05:00

To my dearest Shelton,

Happy 26th birthday to you!

I was going to write a bunch of mushy stuff on here... but no one wants to see that. That's just as bad as watching people make out in the produce section of Walmart.

So, let me say that I love you more than you could ever possibly know. And you are my favorite.

xoxo
girl

Open House

2006-04-23T17:07:00.000-05:00

We left Friday evening for a weekend in Norman. We returned to Wichita at about 4:30 to find our front door standing wide open. A little heart stopping. We walked through and found not even a fleck of dust out of place, which was comforting. Turns out we never even tried to lock the door- the lock on the handle was still open. I guess it's a testament to how safe our neighborhood. But certainly not something I'd like to push.

We had a delightful little weekend. Friday was spent catching up w/ the Koskies. Saturday we had a baby shower for Keith's and Heather's baby-to-be (Shel's brother and wife). They raked it in and I was glad to see them get so many things that they will need. Who knew a baby needed all that stuff. Sheesh!

Saturday night we had dinner w/ Jeremy and Sarah. It's been too long since we were able to see them and just catch up. Glad to hear they are doing well.

After that we met up with Keith and Heather and talked until nearly midnight. This was a rare event and rather enjoyable, as the only time we ever get to spend with them is surrounded by family. So I feel like we were all able to open up and talk about things that we wouldn't have otherwise been able to. They are most likely moving to Maryland this summer, so the time spent with them felt valuable and something we'll soon wish we'd done more of.

This morning was sleeping in, shopping in Edmond, a stop at the grandparents and back on the road.

Now, it's nap time.

Commence Flashbacks

2006-04-20T21:15:00.000-05:00

I was work yesterday and got bored, as I sometimes do, and wandered over to the creative department. It's always a guaranteed good time over there. Politically incorrect jokes, gossip and the discussion of where we'll find lunch that day. Ok, not necessarily bored because I am swimming in work right now- in need of a break.

One of the girls started talking about how she and a friend dressed up like the Crash Test Dummies. Me and another guy immediately thought she was talking about THESE Crash Test Dummies. The band.

You remember them- they sang the song "MMM MMM MM MMM... Once there was this boyyyyy whoooo, got into an accident and couldn't go to school...". The singer had that insanely deep voice and it was all creepy and slow. We immediately start singing, and straining our vocal cords.

That moves us into a conversation about how the rock music during the late 90s is possibly the best music ever. And that leads us to Better Than Ezra. We pull up their site and start listening to songs and I was dancing like a crazy person in his office.

I hadn't heard some of these songs since high school and I remembered how much I loved them... and completely shocked I still knew the words. That part of the brain must be like the you never forget to ride a bicycle part.

We started discussing Sponge, Blind Melon, Tonic etc and so on. Now I'm just chilling, listening to my "Better than Ezra" station on Pandora.

If you haven't found Pandora yet, it's time you opened the box. FREE MUSIC- not for download, but it streams like radio and you can select music you're interested in.

Rock on.

At which point I laughed myself into cardiac arrest

2006-04-18T18:59:00.000-05:00

Shelton "surprised" me with a date last night. I say "surprised" because he had this whole evening planned to surprise me with a night out. All he told me was to be home by 6 on the 17th. I got curious and started nosing around and found that David Sedaris would be in Wichita on the 17th and I had mentioned before that I'd like to see him.

So that is what we did, went to hear David Sedaris speak at the Orpheum last night. He's a bestselling author, NPR speaker and writer for The New Yorker. To say he's hysterical is an understatement.

The funny thing is, I was a fan of David Sedaris without every having really read or heard any of his material. I've heard so many people talk about his writing and about him, that I guess I kind of felt like I knew what to expect.

Boy was I wrong!! I can't remember recently, if ever, having laughed like that, that hard. Side-splitting, tear-squirting, breathing-impaired laughter!

He read 4 of his short stories and each was better than the first. I left thinking, really, he doesn't write anything outrageous or out of the ordinary. He just writes about the ordinary events in his day- the people he meets, the places he visits, things he sees. But somehow his delivery and the language he uses, makes he genius.

Afterward, we got to meet him in the lobby and he signed a book a friend had sent along with me. Very nice guy, kinda shy, kinda quirky in a cute way. I told the friend he couldn't have his signed book back until I finished reading it. So "Dress your family in courduroy and denim" is at the top of my reading list.

Best Game Ever!!

2006-04-12T12:51:00.000-05:00

Over lunch today I hopped over to Yahoo to play their version of Scrabble- Literati.

I played the best damn game I've ever played in my life, and I doubt I'll ever be capable of repeating it.

I managed to play 4, 7-letter words:
Pianist
Blandest
Smatters
and Chlorine- for a whopping 101 points!

My final score was 419.

I was promised the sun would come out tomorrow.

2006-04-09T14:27:00.000-05:00

And it did! I woke up at 5:45 yesterday morning to start Day 2 of the sale. I'd watched the weather all the day before and it was promising clear skies, lots of sun and light wind. I checked the radar to find not a single blip on there. Garage Sale On!

It was slow going at first, but by 9 we had a steady stream of people all day. It just absolutely amazes me the crap people will buy. I mean, did you wake up this morning and know that you needed metallic star garland? Or a new set of dishes? Or an iron, used candles, blah blah blah. One girl walked up with such determination, that in-and-out style, that you'd have thought she was headed for her favorite shelf at Target.

We brought in about $350 for the weekend. That was divied up between the 4 families who contributed their junk. Shelton and I put $70 in our pocket and I decided I wasn't going to do a single responsible thing with even one penny of it.

The rest is being donated to a friend's church for their annual garage sale. Hopefully they'll have better luck selling it than we did.

I'm glad I'm rid of all my junk for now. It should HOPEFULLY take another 5 years to accumulate more. This is definitely not going to become a hobby.

We were also provided plenty of entertainment throughout the day. Directly across from us lives a family with 3 children. The oldest boy is a cutie, 5th grade. The middle boy is 5 and so obnoxious. The youngest is a 2-3 year old girl, we'll call her Ms. H. She has got the whitest blonde hair and she walks around like she owns the world. She is SOOO Ca-Ute!

Anyhow, they were outside playing all day and one point, Shelton says, "Oh boy! That's a lot to look at!". I turn to see Ms. H walking out the front door w/ a little t-shirt, those plastic high heels with feather boa across the toes, and no pants. She was showing it all off. And as if this were perfectly normal, she just pranced right down the front steps in those heels, proud as punch! I was laughing hysterically, Shelton was turned away. Big brother caught on and carried her away to safety in side the house. She repeated her show about an hour later.

Washout

2006-04-07T10:53:00.000-05:00

My first garage sale was on its way to a perfect start. We got out there at 6am and starting arranging everything. I stepped back and could not believe how much stuff we had accumulated. We had 2 other families bring over theri stuff. The driveway was jam packed.

Only two hours in we had made close to $200. And then here came the wind and the big black cloud. I checked the radar and sure enough, we were minutes away from a spring storm. My grandma had come over to help me out today and the two of us quickly started moving everything in the garage and covering with tarps.

What a mess! It's pouring rain, we're scurrying around and people are STILL COMING UP! I couldn't believe it. Not only coming up, but buying things, big things. I had to help load a bed in this woman's car and I'm getting soaked!

After spending 1/2 an hour with the Weather Channel, decided it was going to be off and on all day and I was NOT going to try to dodge it. So, it's all packed away and if people wander up I'll let them nose through the garage.

Otherwise, we're promised a gorgeous day tomorrow and we're going to take another crack at it.

I hoped to make Barb C. proud, the garage sale Queen of OKC. Doesn't look like I'm gonna make it.

Old News

2006-04-05T21:55:00.000-05:00

I was pretty impressed when I found out, but the more people I share w/ the more of my bubbles get burst.

Today, was the first time in 1000 years that the time and date read:
01:02:03 04/05/06

I started thinking when else this freak blip in time could occur, and our next one will be in June- all sixes!
06:06:06 06/06/06

That one kinda gives me the willies.

Boob job anybody??

2006-04-01T21:20:00.000-06:00

Well, we pretty much raked it in on our tax return and after much thought and consideration, I've decided to get a boob job. I'm pretty psyched about it and the new ones should be here for the summer.

Just Kidding! Happy April Fools Day!

Stripped of my title- Breadwinner

2006-03-30T18:25:00.000-06:00

I've been so proud of myself for the last year and a half- I finished school, found an awesome job and making a great salary. A salary higher than Shelton's and this fact made me very proud. Partly because he supported my broke ass for so long that I felt like I was finally paying my dues.

A few months ago Shelton got a raise and I was, of course, excited for him. This raise narrowed the gap between our salaries. I was bummed about this but still excitedly raved that I was still making more.

Then I come home tonight and Shelton tells me that he got yet ANOTHER raise and immediately lets me know that he now makes more money that I do. And I pouted. Then hugged him and congratulated him. Then pouted. Then hugged and congratulated again. Now I'm just pouting.

Well done on your very deserved raise. Have no fear, this game is not over!

Who knew you could get a high from ice cream!?

2006-03-14T23:32:00.000-06:00

It's true... Blue Bell is really in Wichita!!
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When Shelton and I decided to move to Wichita from OKC last year (16 months to be exact), we knew we were giving up a lot... and at the time we couldn't be certain that it would pay off or even be worth it. But we did it, we jumped right in. Now Wichita may not be NYC or LA or Amsterdam or something, but any major move is difficult no matter where it is on the map.

Shortly after we were settled in Wichita, we started realizing the things we'd given up. Little things, like our 1 minute drive to Charlestons for Chicken Club Salads... Bricktown... Papa's hot dog stand... Hastings... Penn Square... Really, I could go on all day.

But the one thing that stood out more than any other, was the fact that everytime we went to the grocery store... the very store you see in the photo... we were reduced to buying ice cream from Edy's or Dryer's, or God only knows who else.

THERE WAS NO BLUE BELL!!! It's a crying shame I tell you. And for 16 months we've whined, bitched and moaned about the fact that there wasn't any. Nothing ever quite tasted the same. And we knew it. But being the ice cream junkies that we are, we got our fix any way possible.

Well, no more ice cream dumpster diving... OHHH NOOO! A light has been shown... a new day has dawned... shout it from the rooftops...

BLUE BELL IS NOW IN WICHITA!!!

Oh Buddy, you better believe! Shelton and I drove to our local Dillons (the good Dillons at Central & Rock, not the dirty Dillons at Central & Oliver). Seriously, my stomach was fluttering the whole way there. I couldn't believe I was that excited.

I felt like we were in on a big secret, that no one else knew what awaited them under those little golden trimmed tubs.

We rushed home and devoured 2 big bowls... coffee mugs in our case... and a flood of memories came back. OK, maybe not, but it was definitely a wake up call to my taste buds. They were like WHOA, we totally remember this stuff.

So, to Blue Bell... thank you for finally looking north and seeing us on the map. Welcome to Wichita, and I promise, it will be worthwhile.

YEEEEEEEE Dawgies!

2006-03-12T13:02:00.000-06:00

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Last night my office treated all of us to an evening at the Prairie Rose Chuckwagon Supper. It does not get more country-western cowboy than this joint. So Shelton and I, along with a few friends from work, decided to dress the part. I found these awesome red cowboy boots at the Goodwill last weekend for $2.00. I bought the hat and bandana at Wal*Mart and oddly enough I had everything else I needed.

We were all given matching t-shirts. The front had a picture of one of our guys dressed as a cowboy and under his picture said "Cowboys". Then second photo had the pic of another guy from work who is from India... and under his photo said "Indians". The back said "Why can't we all just get along?"

Before heading out to the family-fun Prairie Rose, we decided to stop at this absolute hole-in-the-wall for a drink. We wanted an authentic cowboy feeling joint so that one, it felt all down-home like and two, we'd fit in. We stayed about an hour... Shelton spent the whole time talking to the bartender about God knows what.

Upon arrival at the Prairie Rose, we were served bbq brisket with all the fixins... and thank God for the fixins because the food was decent, but really not all that great.

After dinner the cowboy quartet do a little song and comedy show. Fairly entertaining. Music was decent. But not enough to hold our attention for 2 hours so we left.

It was all-in-all a rootin' tootin' good time. You can visit Prairie Rose for yourself right here

Quote of the Week

2006-03-08T22:00:00.000-06:00

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Shelton and I for quite some time play "Quote of the Week" with one another. Completely off the wall things we say at the perfect moment that break us both down into hysterical laughter.

Some memorable "Quotes of the week":

"Oh damn, he's got a blue suit and a harp!"
- by Brandi during Oprah when a gospel singer showed up to perform

"You looked like a hunchback with an afro and I was not going to talk to you."
- by Shelton while I was walking to the bathroom at 6a.m.

You get the idea. Well, I found this quote today and I just loved it!
"Don't cry because it's over...
Smile because it happened."
- the fabulous Dr. Seuss

What happens in the blog, actually doesn't stay in the blog

2006-03-08T21:09:00.000-06:00

Last night the Wichita Ad Club hosted their monthly meeting. This usually takes place over lunch at a local restaurant and involves a relatively unattractive and not-so-appetizing meal. And it always hosts a speaker from an agency who has been a responsible party for a rockstar ad campaign. I've heard the executive creative director for the Sonic "Two Guys" campaign... and a few others but I don't remember them.

We met at the same, lame restaurant last night after work and instead of lunch or dinner we were served lame appetizers... and a ticket for one beer or wine. I tried my first Fat Tire... pretty tasty. I had a plate full of celery and scallops b/c everything else looked horrible.

Our presenter was Randy Snow. He's from an agency called R&R Partners out of, no less than, Las Vegas. They've had the Las Vegas tourism account for 28 years... quite a feat in the ad business. He's the agency's executive creative director. And of all the presentations I've seen, his rocked.

It certainly helped that he was presenting the "What happens here, stays here" campaign. But HE was genuinely interesting and entertaining.

He went back to 1999 when the campaign was first conceived. Their goal was to move away from the classic view of vegas: showgirls, elvises and flaming desserts. He said they do more research for this account that any account he's ever been on- and as a result- we have the current campaign.

He showed spots over the last 5 years: the bride marrying the brazilian guy who speaks no english, the business woman sniffing the inside of the limo and arrives at the airport dressed differently than when she got in, the airport full of people leaving las vegas, etc. The coolest thing I learned about all of these spots is every single one of them is unscripted. They find the actors and give them a 2 sentence scenario and then the camera rolls. So impressive. And hilarious.

We got to see 4 brand new spots, fresh out of production. These have got to be the best yet. This campaign has so many legs... it was so interesting to see all of the non-television media they've used, and how they've used it in a new or innovative way.

The most impressive was a new print ad turned Web program that has got to be one of the coolest interactive marketing devices I've ever seen. It is SO much fun... and if you've seen the scratch-off print ad (currently in the 2006 SI Swimsuit Issue), pretty cool too! So click on the link and find out who you can be the next time you go to Vegas... and don't forget to print off your business card... with 1-800 number that actually works and official company Web site!

And if you have a few minutes and want to check out the "What Happens Here..." TV commercials, just click right here.

Hiatus

2006-03-04T10:54:00.000-06:00

In case you haven't noticed, I haven't really been in the mood to write lately. Nothing interesting has really happened and everything has become pretty routine. Work, home, eat, sleep and back again. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I really enjoy my work and so I like having the freedom to stay as late as I want. So I thought I would briefly catch everyone up and then hopefully get myself back on here. I know there are only like 10 people who read this... and I'm probably way over estimating at that. But I love that its here because then I don't feel like I have to call and keep up with everyone ALL THE TIME. It's all right here and if you're interested, come and get it.

Last Weekend
We went home to visit Shelton's family in Edmond for the Baha'i holiday Ayyam'i'ha. Good times all around. A lot of food and a lot of family and a lot of presents. No sleeping in but I guess that's ok. We got to see a lot of friends we hadn't seen in a really long time. Thanks to Shelton's parents for our fabulous new digital camera- the Nokia P2. We really haven't used it yet and when we tried this morning, the battery was dead. Thanks to everyone for all of our gifts, we are really going to enjoy them.

Tuesday
I went to Kansas City for the day with my client. The bank was opening a new branch so I went up to be a part of the grand opening festivities. I think it's always important for us to be there. It was really the first day that just screamed SPRING IS NEAR! It was 70 degrees, sun shining, no clouds and a wispy little breeze. We relaxed on the patio of Cheesecake Factory in The Plaza and soaked up the sun... a perfect afternoon. If you've never been to KC's Plaza, it is beautiful and relaxing and a lot of fun if you have time to enjoy it.

I'm off to enjoy my Saturday. I have family stopping by to visit this morning and then I'm off to hangout w/ Ms. J- the little girl I'm mentoring. I see an afternoon w/ Curious George.

The toes are out of hibernation!

2006-02-24T09:24:00.000-06:00

This is Flip Flop Debut Day 2006! While a mild and comfortable fifty degress outside, I thought it was the perfect day to release my toes, and my soul, back out into the wilderness. THANK GOD! I think I literally felt my feet exhale this morning. I even painted them pretty pink last night so that they looked fabulous for their debut.

Shelton and I started hitting the gym this past week. It feels so good to get in there after work and run, jump and pump. I'm running 2 miles each night on the treadmill-swing... no idea what it's really called. Then I work my arms and back one night and legs the next. Again, I don't know the name, but I used this weight machine that forces me to push the weights with my theighs. All was good until we reached 2 days later... and now I can't walk. Do women have a groin? If so, I pulled it. In fact, I think it was removed.

I'm a criminal

2006-02-16T18:34:00.000-06:00

My streak of never having gotten a ticket has come to an end. A sad, painful end. I didn't even get to have any fun getting it! Just driving home from work for lunch when I saw the lights flashing behind me. Where did this clown come from? So I pulled over and I couldn't even pretend to know why I was pulled over. He asked me if I knew why he was pulling me over, I said no. He said I was going to quick. He gave me a ticket for 40 in a 30. Whatever. Everyone goes 40 on that street. 30 is unrealistic. So I got my first ticket and I'm pretty ticked.

Basketball- nice to meet you

2006-02-15T19:04:00.000-06:00

I know you'll never believe it when I say it, but I've NEVER been to a basketball game and I've watched maybe a total of 12 minutes of the sport on TV. I have no idea what the logistics are... completely ignorant when it comes to basketball.

Well, that all ended last night. My client was sponsoring the WSU game against Creighton, so I thought I should go. Our agency has season tickets so I snagged a pair and took my valentine to the basketball game. I told him on the way there that we could skip out after the first half or something, I wasn't really interested in staying.

Well that changed about a minute after we got there. That place was sold out, packed to the gills. A sea of yellow in all directions and a roaring thunder of cheers and clapping that never stopped. It was like OU football games, whether you cared for the team or not, you could not help but get swept up in all the excitement.

We had really decent seats. Shelton and I both screaming and clapping and cheering right along with everyone else. I just stood their completely unsure of why I'd never gone to an OU basketball game the entire time I was there. What the hell was I thinking?! This was really fun!

I was really pretty clueless to the length of the game as well. I was positive it had to be 3 periods, 20 minutes each, for a total of an hour of play time... like football!. That's why I thought they were a bunch of pansies for going to the locker room for a break after the first period.

With just a couple minutes left in the second period, the place was absolutely on fire. Score was neck-and-neck and WSU needed this win to put them in the #1 seat. People started putting their coats on and grabbing their belongings and I was kicked back, relaxed, thinking about going to get another drink. I couldn't believe people were leaving with sooooo much game time left.

We finally worked up the nerve and asked the man next to us, he let us know that the game was in fact only 2 periods long. 40 minutes of play time? Ok, then maybe I should put my coat on too. In the last second the teams were tied and it goes in to overtime. They played their hearts out in those five minutes and won at the buzzer with a beautiful shot.

So the Shockers welcomed me in to the world of hardwood and hoops. I feel like I've let OU down. But I'm determined to make it to one of their games now. Just like everytime I try some new food that I'm POSITIVE I'll hate, I'm pleasantly surprised to learn that I've been missing out on something.

She said YES!!!

2006-02-05T13:20:00.000-06:00

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My younger brother, Kyle, proposed to his girlfriend, LaRenda, on Friday night. They have been together for 3 1/2 years and we all new it was just a matter of time before he finally got around to poppin' the question.

He scheduled a limo to pick her up from work on Friday night. She was driven to the restaurant where he was waiting. I hear that there were tears and flowers and, of course, a ring!

I asked Kyle if it all went smoothly and according to plan, he said yes. His only complaint was that she said yes to fast.

The biggest congratulations to you both. I couldn't be more excited. I am anxiously awaiting the date now.

Four Things

2006-02-02T07:47:00.000-06:00

Borrowed from Dooce

Four jobs I've had

1. Cleaning houses. One of my clients was Steve Owens. I dusted his Heisman.
2. Old Navy Men's Lead. Spent most of college here. Met Shelton.
3. Walgreens Photo Lab. WOW! The things you see. And yes, I saw them.
4. Advertising Acct Exec. This is the best one yet.

Four movies I can watch over and over

1. Napoleon Dynamite
2. Shawshank Redemption
3. Christmas Vacation
4. Top Gun

Four places I've lived (I'm really only allowed to put 4??)

1. OU Dorms- Couch 636E
2. Condo- 1.5 years of which we "don't discuss"
3. Basement- When we needed a home, the Braces & the red shag carpet were there
4. My "new", beautiful 1915 home in Wichita

Four TV shows I love

1. Gray's Anatomy
2. Friends
3. The L-Word
4. NCIS

Four places I've vacationed

1. Winfield, KS. A week of camping with hippies and hillbilles and damn good music.
2. Toronto, Canada. A week w/ the band in high school. 28 hours one way on a bus.
3. Chicago, Ill. Can we PLEASSSSE go back??
4. Orlando, FL. Twice, both to Disney. Once w/ the fam, the other for honeymoon.

Four of my favorite dishes (yes, there are 4 things I'll eat)

1. Beef enchiladas from El Chico
2. Chicken club salad from Charleston's
3. Mannicotti from Zio's
4. Catfish and fries from Hook, Line & Sinker (Dallas)

Four sites I visit daily

1. Dooce
2. Jim
3. Natalie Dee
4. Post Secret (every Sunday)

Four places I would rather be right now

1. My bed
2. Chicago
3. Grand Lake
4. OU football game

Four bloggers I am tagging

(I don't know what this means, so I'm not including it)

Attenion all passengers: United Airlines can kiss it!

2006-01-26T20:35:00.000-06:00

Day two of the conference went just fine. I think we really got a lot out of it and hope that the new ideas and tools we introduce to the agency will be welcomed with open arms. And then I woke up!

The conference ended just shortly after 3 on Tuesday and Luke and I made a beeline to the airport. We checked in, made it to the gate in ample time. I enjoyed ice cream and surfed the free wi-fi (note to ALL airports- FREE Wi-Fi).

We boarded... late. While sitting in the plane and getting ready to take off, the captain announced "that there is a dent in the door and FAA will not let us take off until we have it checked out." Ok, no bigs, they'll take a looksie and we'll be on our way.

Whoa-ho-ho- I was wrong. Apparently, this is a serious situation. A situation that requires FORTY FIVE MINUTES of investigation and paperwork.

Luke and I sat back and began to laugh as we finally took off- because we only had 45 minutes of connection time in Denver to make our flight home to Wichita. I knew there was no way in hell we'd make that flight, always the pessimist; and he rested easy knowing we'd catch another one, possibly this one, always the optimist.

As we got closer to Denver the flight attendant announced that there were 15 of us that had to make a connecting flight in Denver. The airline was going to hold two of those flights until the passengers could get on board... ours was not one of them. She asked that all passengers stay seated once we arrived so that our 15 could get off the plane and make our flights.

Of course, the second the plane touched the jetway the whole plane stood up. Luke and I were seated in the absolute dead-last seats- meaning that even in normal situations it would be 10-15 minutes before we got off the plane.

We finally broke through. We checked the departure TV and our flight had already been removed. I laughed. We missed our flight home. That has never happened to me before.

We made our way to the counter and they already had boarding passes waiting for the next flight--- the flight that would leave at 10:15 the next morning. SUPER!!

We were provided with a voucher for a hotel room and a $4.00 voucher for breakfast- for the butter pat to go on our muffin. We passed on the breakfast.

By the time we made it to the hotel I hadn't eaten in almost 12 hours and it was nearly midnight. Then it dawned on me that for the first time in my life I didn't pack an extra change of clothes. Go figure. I washed my delicates in the sink in the bathroom and made due with what I had for the rest of my clothes.

Ultimately, we made it home safely- tired, dirty and cranky. Ok that was me, I don't know about Luke.

I haven't had a spare minute yet, but I'm gathering all my flight info so that I can place a calm and rationale phone call to United. I'll explain to them that it is trips like this, where every flight is screwed up, is the reason they are in bankruptcy. I'll also explain to them that they are going to provide me with no less than one free flight to anywhere I choose. I hope very soon to update you with the success of that conversation.

Soooooo past my bedtime

2006-01-24T00:41:00.000-06:00

We got out of the longest day of my life at 4. i'm sorry- the conference. It's like being back in school. Lots and lots of notes. There was even a math segment- and I nearly had a panic attack.

Luke and I left there for a little R&R in our rooms. We met back up at 5 and did a little wandering throug NY, NY. We sat in the bar for a while and shared drinks, had a little convo. Then I decided it was my feeding time again.

We had an effing fantastic dinner at Emeril's in MGM. Really enjoyable. then we mosied on down to Bellagio, just in time to see the fountain show. So beautiful. I didn't care that it was cold out and I was being misted.

Inside I played 20 in the slots, left 20 up. I lost that 20 when we returned to Monte Carlo. I am even for the trip. Good for me.

We made it over to In N Out burger for lunch today. YUM! i've only had it one other time but it definitely stacked up to my memory.

Tomorrow morning I get to sleep in- 7am. A full day of conference and then off to the airport for our trip home. Hopefully much smoother than the arrival. Should be sleeping in my own bed by 1am tomorrow.

Just get us there already... so we can start partaking in the sinning

2006-01-23T02:23:00.000-06:00

I've been in Vegas for about an hour. I should have arrived three hours ago. Crimeny! I'm here for a conference with the 4 A's (Association of American Advertising Agencies). AE Bootcamp- going to ship-shape my AE'ing capabilities. One other fella from my office is accompanying me, Luke. He is fantastic and going to be a great travel mate.

We left Wichita for Denver at 7pm. Arrived in Denver with 1/2 an hour before our connecting flight departed. Since I was conscious, I decided I needed to feed myself. With no time to spare I hit the Mickey D's. They didn't have Dr Pepper- and then I ordered the #2, since that is what I always order. That's the 2 cheeseburger meal. Well, In Denver, that would be the Q-pounder. GROSS! I panicked and had the girl change my order. Everything turned out ok.

Luke and I made it to our gate, good old Gate 42 in Denver. This is where we learned our flight would be delayed about half an hour because of equipment problems on the plane. No biggy, it happens. Now I don't have to inhale of artery clogging dinner.

Half an hour later- NO PLANE. Guess what, we discovered MORE problems while attempting to fix the first. We're going to try to fix this... wait another half an hour. So we wait. Bored to tears, we wait. Then they announce it's the alternator- YAY! They can't fix this and are now waiting for a new plane to land, unload and then load us. This gives us time to go to the bar and get a refreshment. Nastiest Killians I've ever drank.

While we're waiting this crotchety old man was going chair-by-chair passing out United Airlines complaint cards. You can count mine in, buddy! Strangely, I remained calm, cool and collected throughout this whole process. People, I'm maturing before my very own eyes. "You'll be a woman..... soooooon", sing it with me!

We get back to the gate- WAIT ANOTHER HALF HOUR!!! We're finally on the plane, get ready to lock down the doors when.... TWO MORE PEOPLE NEED TO GET ON. Are you kidding me?!

The second the wheels cleared the ground I passed out. While local time said it was only 10- my bio-clock said it was MUCH later. AND, I had already driven from OKC to Wichita this mroning.

We land in Vegas and we have to wait another HALF HOUR on the tarmac because the winds are blowing in from the NE which is so unusual and so it is causing congestion. GET TO THE GATE ALREADY!

Finally out, make it to the taxi area and like 500 jetlagged cows, we wait in yet another line to get a cab. We're staying at the new Monte Carlo and made it here in 6 minutes. Nice work cabbie!

My room looks out on the roller coaster at New York, New York. I have a crystal clear view of In-N-Out Burger and fully intend on eating there for lunch tomorrow. You're jealous right now, I know it.

We're finally here safely, and that is the important part. I'm looking forward to the conference- I hope I learn a few valuable things. For now, I couldn't be more tired. Local time is 12:30am- my clock says it is 2:30--- TIME FOR SLEEPY!!!

As if I needed more clues to my out-of-shapeness

2006-01-21T10:40:00.000-06:00

Wednesday was the last day for one of my favorite co-workers. To celebrate her departure our office had a party at the skating rink in town. This turned out to be one of the most hilarious displays of human acrobatics I have ever had the pleasure of both watching and participating. I mean, what else do you expect from a group of 25 to 60-year olds who have not done this in at least a decade- myself included.

We were all brave souls. Each strapping on the skates and begging our legs and spines to remember how to do this. I got there and announced that skating has got to be like riding a bicycle- once you learn you never forget. Me and my big mouth. Every single one of us were the most awkward looking rubber-legged, monkey-arm flailing, little girl squealing group of too-old-to-be-doing this skaters ever.

I can proudly say I never fell. But I was never capable of stopping using the stoppers on the front of the skates. I ran into the brick wall and the concrete wall several times... scratch that- slammed.

My dearest husband apparently didn't know how to skate. I, of course, laughed when I learned this. But Shelton did a fantastic job. I wouldn't exactly call it graceful, but none of us were that night.

We did the limbo and I was the first one out. The music was blasting the tunes of the 70s and 80s.
All in all it was an awesome time. Too much fun. And my leg and hiney muscles are still in the re-coop stage.

ARRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-01-18T16:38:00.000-06:00

I need to scream so loud and so long that I run out of air... this is a start.

A taste of my own medicine

2006-01-16T19:41:00.000-06:00

Tonight for dinner I made roast with potatoes and green beans. It cooked all day long in the crock pot and when we got home the house smelled delicious. Shelton and I sat down, had dinner and talked about our day. This mundane activity is what we do every single night.

Shelton breezed through his dinner and I made my way in to seconds. Say it with me- fatty, fatty, fatty!

As I'm sitting there eating, Shelton begins clearing his dishes. Then he starts collecting all of the condiments. I felt so uncomfortable. Inside I was thinking, please just sit down and talk to me, even if you are finished eating.

Then, that little light inside my head went DING! I looked at Shelton and said, Is this what it feels like when I do this to you? And he said, Yes.

See, more nights than not I am the one who finishes eating first. And I immediately starting clearing the table, working around Shelton. Are you finished with this? Mind if I take this? And Shelton always asks me to just wait until he is finished.

Well, now I know how it feels and I will certainly try to make it stop.

As soon as dinner was over Shelton filled a bowl with ice cream. Now, I knew I had those little pre-made Toll House brownie batter square things in the fridge. And I knew that I was going to chop these up and mix them in with our vanilla ice cream- much like Marble Slab. Shelton did not know this. So while he hastily made his dessert, I just sat back and watched.

Later on I made myself the brownie wonder treat and Shelton VERY JEALOUSLY watched me eat it. Whimpering through my entire bowl. I felt no sympathy and told him he'd get his tomorrow.

There and back

2006-01-12T21:01:00.000-06:00

I had to drive to OKC for a photo shoot for my client today. Necessary, yes? Insanely long and boring, yes. 370 miles I drove today... ALONE! Across empty field after empty field. For only 45 minutes of photo shooting.

My journey south was met with juicy angus meat and Skanche. I met Jeremy at Irma's Burger Shack for possibly the world's best hamburger. So good. Once again, we did not meet the advertised 1:25 burger time- one of these days. It's good to have goals.

After that I headed to Mustang for the shoot. The address says North Mustang Road. However, I was driving South on South Mustang Road. I ping-ponged back-and-forth between Mustang and Yukon for like 1/2 an hour before I finally called the branch and asked them to explain how the hell I was supposed to get there. Sure enough, just keep heading south on south and you'll arrive at north.

Only in Oklahoma, right?

Paul was captain photography today and I think the shots turned out really well. I hope everyone is pleased with them and we make our 5pm deadline tomorrow.

FABULOUS!! and UNBELIEVABLE!!! and AWESOME!!!

2006-01-03T17:42:00.000-06:00

Major, late-breaking news. Which story do you want first?!?!

We'll start with the UNBELIEVABLE!!!
While we were moving out of our apartment in November I lost my favorite necklace. Shelton's mom gave it to me on my 21st birthday and I wore it for our wedding. It's a beautiful blue opal and diamond necklace, I wear it all the time. I had placed it on our mattress while I was packing the nightstands. Shelton came in and lifted the mattress up to move it out when I realized it was on there. We SCOURED the room. We looked in every shoe, laundry basket, box, sock- EVERYWHERE! No necklace. My little heart was broken.
Well..... this morning Shelton called me before work and told me to look on this hook in his closet, he'd found something. There it was hanging!!! He said he put on his shoe this morning and felt something inside. Reached in and that was it. He said he's worn those shoes several times since the move. WHERE DID IT COME FROM?!?!? I don't know, but I'm so glad to have it back.

Now for the FABULOUS!
I'm famous for making the worst cookies. I can cook meals all day long. But turn on that oven, and it is game over. So last night while watching the Sugar Bowl, total coincidence, I got the craving to make cookies. Shelton just shook his head, knowing full well they'd all end up in the trash because my cookies are always THAT BAD! Let me tell you, the most delicious, perfect cookies came out of my oven last night. I used the same recipe I always do. I did nothing different than I've ever done. I'm so proud of myself I want to shout it from the rooftop, but it's safer to shout it from here.

And finally, the AWESOME!!!
I have this little 9 year old girl that I "mentor". We have lunch at her school once a week and talk, play games and whatever else we feel like. She has quickly become the highlight of my week. She has so much spark and sass and energy, I just love being around her. Well today I asked that my "lunch buddy" status be upgraded. We'll now have a relationship like Big Bros/Big Sis- we'll get to spend time together on the weekends and evenings. This will allow me to be much more involved in her life and get to do many more things. I'm really looking forward to this.

"You're my boy Blue..."

2006-01-02T11:21:00.000-06:00

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America's favorite fraternity brother has passed away. Patrick Cranshaw, who played "Blue" in "Old School", died this weekend of natural causes.

This is truly a loss. And all I want to do is put on some Kansas and sing "Dust in the wind".

Five

2005-12-31T18:54:00.000-06:00

Five years ago today I celebrated New Years Eve in my apartment in Norman. My roomie was in Florida for OU's National Championship game at the Orange Bowl. I invited everyone I knew over, and they all came. It was a damn good party. But there was one guest in particular who held my attention all night- Shelton. For weeks we had been secretly crushing on each other and reporting this to all of our friends, who in turn told us what the other was saying. Shortly before midnight he and I were in my room building a play list of music on my computer. He grabbed my arm, pulled me in, and we had our first kiss. I couldn't believe it. "This is Shelton, the goob from Old Navy- what is going on here?!?!"- I'm thinking this and not quite sure what was going on. We shared the traditional kiss at midnight and I've been hooked ever since.

Althought Shelton says I'm not allowed to celebrate our "dating" anniversary anymore- since we have a wedding anniversary- I still find it significant, and being the sentimental sap that I am, I'm going to celebrate it!

There are people I can't spend more than 5 minutes in a room with, it just blows my mind that he's held my attention for 5 years. Granted, there are times when I can't spend 5 minutes with him- but those are few and far between.

We have shared a VERY crazy year. A lot of ups and and a lot of downs for us personally, professionally and with our families. I'm always sad to close out another year, but I'm beyond anxious to begin 2006. We had a blessed 2005 and I think only bigger and better things are in store for us in '06.

To all of you- I wish a prosperous, healthy and exciting new year!

Merry Christmas!

2005-12-26T12:06:00.000-06:00

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This Christmas has to go down as one of the best. Shelton and I hosted in our new home. We had the whole crew over, it was really a lot of fun. This was the first Christmas we've spent in Wichita since I was 7 year old. I was so happy to spend the day w/ my grandma and aunts- something I can not recollect ever doing. It was a special treat for my mom to spend the afternoon w/ them and I was glad for that.

I think we all got what we wanted- if not wanted, something we will really enjoy. We drew names this year for the first time, instead of buying for everyone. that actually worked out nicely.

Shelton and I are giving each other a 3 or 4 day trip to KC's Plaza next month. But we weren't left empty handed yesterday- he got the fabulous nose warmer you'll see in the photos from yours truly. My down comforter is on its way here, via UPS.

It seems my Christmas dinner was a big hit. My first ham and it was pretty darn good if I do say so myself.

After everyone cleared out, we went to see "The Family Stone" with my aunts. That has got to be one of the best movies I've ever seen- totally unexpected, brilliant cast, an emotional rollercoaster. I'd go from side-splitting laughter and in the very same scene I'd be crying all over myself. A must-see and a new holiday favorite I think.

I hope each of you had a blessed Christmas with your families and friends- or whoever you spent Jesus' birthday with.

Better suck it up until Spring!

2005-12-23T16:20:00.000-06:00

One of the perks and simultaneous downsides to this house is that it has gas. Ok- done giggling? We have gas heat, gas water heater, gas stove- I think that is it. The water is hotter than any I've ever had- hot the second you turn it on and stays that way, no running out! The gas stove is awesome, I don't see why anyone would live without it. Gas heat, keeps the house warm, nothing new there.

EXCEPT- that after almost 6 weeks, we received our first gas bill yesterday. We knew we weren't going to like what we saw, gas prices for your car should be an indication of that. But we opened it to a number just short of $300. Gulp!

Multiply that number by how many bills until May? That's quite a dent in the budget. So I think I'm going to go out and buy a few extra sweatshirts and slippers- that will certainly be cheaper than letting the gas hog churn and keep this place roasty toasty. Shelton will just have to deal with some additional snuggling!

In other news this week- I conquered a mountain that Shelton has been pushing for since the day we met. I ate at PF Changs. No, he hasn't been trying to get me to eat at that specific restaurant- but he has been trying to get me to eat the particular cuisine served there. That being Chinese food. I had a very mild meal- crunch honey chicken with rice. I also had the lettuce wraps and couldn't tell you what was in that- a bizarre event when I dont' ask "What the hell is that?". But I sniffed it and tasted it and it passed the test. So maybe this is a new chapter in my picky palette lifestyle.

Winter Wonder Weekend

2005-12-18T12:31:00.000-06:00

Since Friday night it has snowed about 3 or 4 inches. It is beautiful. The snow is piled on, in and over everything. We've made the most of this cozy, snowy weekend. We've stayed inside for the most part, bundled up and cozy under blankets. We've made numerous cups of hot cocoa, hot tea and coffee. This morning I woke up and baked a fresh batch of muffins- only to return to bed with a bowl full of muffins and crawl back under the blankets. We watched Polar Express- which if you have not you need to do that, today! It was a wonderfully perfect Christmas movie.

We went out yesterday afternoon and bought the last few gifts. I put up some more Christmas lights in the house and put out all the Christmas cards. And, I finished wrapping all the gifts.

Last night we went to dinner w/ some neighbors/friends. They are probably two of the most wonderful people you could ever meet. They have two little boys and it was so fun to talk to them about all the Santa stuff they get to do this weekend. It reminded me how much different Christmas is without little kids around. There is an element of magic and wonder that is lost. But soon enough, all of that will return.

Tomorrow it is off to another work-filled week. I can't imagine it being to busy as everyone is counting the days to Christmas.

Tastes like crack

2005-12-15T18:29:00.000-06:00

Ohhh, I'm in trouble. I've seen the promised land and I don't think I can turn back. I've tasted the sweet honey and felt the sting of having taken away- WHAT DO I DO???

As you may know, I love playing Scrabble. I play a version of the game on Yahoo quite often. Well, tonight I'm playing and I have the letters: E-S-L-I-T-O-N. I knew there was something in that mess I just could not pull it out. I wandered on to google and typed in the words- Scrabble Word Finder. Sure enough, www.scrabblewordfinder exists!

You punch in the letters in your tray, its little magical brain starts turning and a few seconds later it spits out the highest-scoring word. In the case above- it gave me ENTOILS. I scored 59 points.

I felt so dirty for playing it and blasting past my opponent. But when the new letters were deposited in my tray I think my fingers started twitching, trying to move the mouse to open that window again.

I felt like people probably feel the first time that snort that white powder, or have sex, or eat at the Cheesecake Factory- WHEN DO I GET TO DO IT AGAIN!?!?

It's taking all will power not to use that. Ok, I just caved, I went back. And while there I learned that you can also type in all the words on your board and it will show you exactly where on the board to play the word it finds.

TURN IT OFF!!!

Cricket, Cricket

2005-12-14T17:24:00.000-06:00

Sorry I'm lame and haven't posted anything lately. Not that there is ever anything incredibly exciting to report, there's just been a drought lately. I've been busy getting ready for Christmas- lots of shopping and wrapping and mailing. This house is the perfect backdrop for Christmas- it's so cozy. I'm excited to have my family here to celebrate this year.

Last weekend Shelton's mom and brother Elliott came up for a couple days. We had a really enjoyable time doing nothing at all. It was nice to kick back with them and visit. There was an exciting evening of sugar cookie making that wrapped up with watching Madagascar.

Then Sunday we spent the day cleaning and getting the house ready for our first dinner guests. Some friends of ours, John and Sarah, came over and spent the evening. We ate like kings and had good conversaton all night long.

Then Monday the work week peeked its ugly head and we're off and running w/ the same-ole, same-ole.

Now for a fun fact- remember the movie Uncle Buck? A classic, if you haven't, waht the hell?! Remember the oldest daughter that dated the creepy guy that Uncle Buck tried to whack w/ the hatchet? Well, she is now the prim-and-proper wife on the TV show YES DEAR. In case you're interested.

See- nothing going on.

Brandi's Place

*Cough* *Wheeze* *Sneeze*

Pitch a Tent

He was JUST as excited to see me!

All the cool kids are wearing one

Five

You know you want one

Why doesn't OnStar have a Panic Sensor?

26 was ridic!

More comfortable this way

Commuter

Suck it in!

It's always something with us

Will you take $1 for this $20 item?

We'll be in a van by the river

The next Sure commercial

Stone's 1st Birthday

Violated

Tonight we cuddled to "Stairway to Heaven"

36 Days Later

Pure Unadulterated Madness

50 More

Sob Story

Catching up

Happy New Year

Weekend Update

Watch this... then Vote!

No gifts, please

Game of the year

KC Chiefs vs. San Fran 49ers

Tibetsy Boodles

And my little dog, too.

Spreading my ink

Overheard in the O.R.

Under the knife

Full House

Would you like to see my ID?

More adventures in expanding my palette

Yes, I'm still here

Pillow Talk

25 and still alive

Swimmin' Hole

You could say I'm cyst-tastic!

Impressed

Is the grass really all that greener?

Upside-down and topsy turvy

I feel pretty!

So Pretty!

The definition of "Retchid-Nasty-Funk"

Spontaneity for 400, Alex

Our nephew, Stone

That's "Ohma" to you

Uncle Shelton and Stone

Hey... Put 'em up!

Mommy Heather

3 Koskie Boys

A very proud Daddy

Out 'til 2a.m. with another man... and so worth it

This should hold you over

Welcome little boy

Candy Sweet Candy

Drilled and Filled

The grape flavored gloves make it ok

What next?!

A little bit of Keith, A little bit of Jenna

48 hours of "ME" time

Happy Birthday Shelton!

Open House

Commence Flashbacks

At which point I laughed myself into cardiac arrest

Best Game Ever!!

I was promised the sun would come out tomorrow.

Washout

Old News

Boob job anybody??

Stripped of my title- Breadwinner

Who knew you could get a high from ice cream!?

YEEEEEEEE Dawgies!

Quote of the Week

What happens in the blog, actually doesn't stay in the blog

Cough Wheeze Sneeze