All Feathers and Coke Cans

There was a time that I was working at A&M, and was able to meet Jeremy at a Chick-Fil-A on campus (I referred to Jukkity on how to spell Chick-Fil-A, b/c I can never really remember)... anyhoo, there was a Hispanic lady that worked the cash register, and every time she would finish a transaction, she would loudly say "Can I help you, NEXT!" So the whole time we were eating we could hear her every couple of minutes. "Can I help you, NEXT!" "Can I help you, NEXT!!" "CAN I HELP YOU, NEXT!!!" It's enough to drive someone crazy... but in a good way.

I was having a dream this morning and my mom and I were driving along, singing a song... and then my phone rang and I woke up. It was my mom! I was like "Oy! Mum..." (sorry, just got through reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone) oh yeah... I was all "Weird! I was just dreaming about you! We were singing a song together! It was a Michael Jackson song. NO wait. It was a Stevie Wonder song." Well, the point is, I sounded crazy and she probably thinks I don't remember that conversation. Ha! I showed her. Eat it.

That Tetris will swallow you whole and won't spit you out until 5 am

That subject pretty much sums up my last couple of nights... or, shall I say, mornings. Yeah, Jenna and I have found a new time-sucker for when Jeremy goes to bed. Jenna has returned to Kingwood, so I'm no longer alone during the days. The only thing better than being lazy is being lazy with someone else.

Of Grass Stains and Grace

This afternoon my brother, Andrew, called me from Alaska (he's on his honeymoon.) I was just about to leave for the store, so I just stayed on the phone with him as I went out to my car. I was walking in the front yard and Andrew was telling me a story... and all of a sudden I stepped in this little hole in the front yard. I fell hard and on my knees and one hand, and amazingly enough, I still managed to hold the phone up to my ear with my other hand. I hadn't screamed or gasped or anything like that so Drew was still talking to me. I never even told him I fell. Maybe I should have b/c I have no idea what he was telling me in that short amount of time. When I got to the car, I guess he had finished his story and I didn't know how to respond. I didn't want to say "Can you tell me all that again? I fell and couldn't pay attention to you", because HEY... he called me on his honeymoon. I don't want to go wasting his time. So all I responded with was a little "Man, that's so cool." I hope it worked. (Sorry, Drew.)

My birthday's on a Friday

Well it's Monday. My birthday's this Friday. I'm feeling pretty good. Kind of nervous about being 23. What if I like 22 better? Ya know, there's really no going back on something like this. People get older. We're all getting older.

On this birthday, I'm going to get a manicure and a pedicure. I'm also going to eat a steak.

Best blog ever? Probably.

I'm picking out a Thermos for you/No ordinary thermos will do/But the extra best Thermos you can buy/with vinyl and stripes and a cup built right in

Hello please! It's a little after 12:00am and I'm up all by myself. That hasn't happened to me very much since I've been married. About the whole year we've been married Jeremy would sit in bed and read or watch tv while I fell asleep. That was before he got a job and I got rid of mine. The past couple of nights I have been the one sitting in bed reading while he falls asleep. Not a complaint, mind you. It's just weird. So I decided to blog... and, oh yeah...wash some clothes.

Jeremy and I watched Flight of the Navigator tonight. Man. I hadn't seen that in so long. If you haven't seen that movie then go out and rent it. It just came out on DVD you know.

At 11:00 this morning, I watched The Makeover Story on, what else but, TLC. Then I watched Trading Spaces, and I started thinking how boring it would be to have to film those shows. I'm sure most of the camera people are of the male persuasion. I only know a couple of men who can sit through an entire TLC show (my Jeremy not being one of them)-- and these cameramen have to film every single episode... and then some. Is this making sense? Am I getting through to you?

Also, does TLC still stand for "The Learning Channel"? It definitely seems like "Tender Loving Care" more than anything.

Oh crap. Is this what my blogs will turn into now that I'm at home all day? Just talk about TLC and washing clothes? And what if I get pregnant? Will I only blog about what trimester I'm in and my morning sickness woes? No. I can not. I will not. Hello Please will be the best it's ever been.

Ooh! 12:30!! Time for Golden Girls.

I feel pretty

Isn't my blog beautiful? I feel the change was appropriate. I am no longer working. Now, my husband is working and I am at home all day. We'll call this the Housewife Version of Hello Please. So yeah... my plans today: clean, eat lunch, and maybe go watch a movie by myself. (Pathetic, isn't it?) It feels pretty weird being at home, but I think I might be able to get used to it.