Thursday, November 30, 2006

*snow* *snow* *snow*

The snow's coming down pretty good now. The weather man says we'll probably be one of the hardest hit areas in Oklahoma today. Peanut's school of course was canceled and my job follows the Enid Public School when it comes to bad weather so we have the day off too, which is good because otherwise Peanut would have to go to work with me and that's not so fun for either of us. Nickel even got snowed out so he came home and too us to grab a few essentials. First stop, Hastings where we dropped about $80 in movies, games, a puzzle, and a couple of Christmas presents that I was intending on picking up this weekend anyway. Then we hit the grocery store.

I hope we have enough junk food to last us through the snow storm! I even bought the kitties, dogs, and birds some food. Speaking of my dog, he's loving this weather. When we got home he came running up to us and had the biggest smile on his face. He loves snow!

I took this picture from inside the house and this is a good of zoom as I could get of Snoogans the Eskimo snow dog! He was checking out his friends next door.

Here's a picture from back in January, see how much my doggy loves snow and his girl! Ok, this post is long enough. I think I need some chocolate. I hope I can find some!

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Growing up I always longed for a Christmas tree that I could have in my room. I wanted a short fat white tree with beautiful gold ornaments. When I was big enough my mom started letting me help put up the tree until she finally just gave me the job while she cooked us up something yummy in the kitchen. I loved being able to express my creativity and enjoyed the history of each ornament. The sled I made in school. The picture I took when I was four, the photographer was the first black person I remember ever seeing and I bit my lip almost the whole time because I was so shy. The toy soldier. The little bear. The angel with her multicolored lights. But to have my own, I was never so lucky that I can remember. Which, looking back is partly my own fault, I lived in the woods, why didn't I just go cut one down? I must not have thought of it.

Tonight I had to go shopping for a new tree. The one we've been using is a 6 foot tree that I bought our first Christmas when we were dirt poor just months before Peanut was born and had seen a cat or two. So last year I bought a cute little 4.5 footer when they were on sale. It was one of those prelit ones that are so popular. We set it up last night all ready to decorate but the middle strand of lights would not work, despite Nickel's best efforts. I attempted in vain to return the sucker but ol' Wally World would not take back my never before used tree because it had been about 7 months too long. I could have pitched a fit right there in the store like most people do, but I was resolved to not be immature and instead just left. I brought it home. I might still use it and just put a strand of lights there where they're not working. But because Wally World would not even consider helping me (they are the ones that sold me a defective tree they could have at least given a partial credit) I decided to not purchase my next tree from them. I hate Wally World anyway and am now refusing to buy any of my Christmas presents from them. This will not break their bank, they didn't blink an eye the last time I refused to buy anything from there for 6 months, its just the principle of the thing.

Ok, where was I? I need to get off this rant on Wally World. Oh yes, shopping for a new tree. After picking up Peanut from her after-school care we headed over to Hobby Lobby where the trees are 40% off this week. We wondered around and I finally picked a (non prelit) 7.5 tree. Nickel told me that he can't figure me out, first I bought a shorter one then I bought a tall one. I said, "yeah, what's your point?" Men, they just don't get it, do they? Hello! Hee hee hee!!! My real reasoning is after seeing just how short the 4.5 footer was I decided I didn't really want our main tree to be that short.

Anyway, back to my story, I picked out a tree. Peanut and I continued to peruse through the holiday cheer and came across some really cute trees. They had black ones, they had fushia ones, they had silver ones, they had the boring traditional ol' green ones, but they also had this pretty light pink one. Peanut fell instantly in love with this tree. "Please, Momma, PLEASSSSSSEE!" she said. I caved. I understood her feelings. I too longed for my own tree at that age. It was only $19.99. *cough, cough* Well, that's more then I paid for the little one that didn't work last year but it's so cute I couldn't say no. We picked out some ornaments. She wanted to go all crazy and put ornaments that just did not look good, but we agreed that since I was paying for all of it I had the final say in what she got. When she's older and wiser I'll release the reins a little. This is the girl who tries to get away with wearing lime green shorts with a red shirt and brown cowboy boots because "red and green look good together and the boots are her favorite". Sometimes being the mom and having veto power is good. Well, of course we had to decorate it tonight before we could even do homework. My 7.5 footer is still in the box. I had church and choir practice tonight but if we get the 1-12 inches of snow and they cancel school we'll have something to do tomorrow besides build snow forts and snow families and have snow ball fights and drink hot chocolate!

Oh, I almost forgot. Here's a picture of Peanut with her pretty pink tree. You can't really see the ornaments, they're silver disco-balls! There's a little white angel towards the top and there is a star on top, but I guess I cut it out of the picture by mistake. Peanut's hoping that Santa will leave all her presents under her tree. Santa and I may talk and see what we can do.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Name Calling

My husband shows his affection by calling me names. Thursday he told me I was an old lady. I begged his pardon, I am 10 years his junior. His reply, 'only old women get up at 5 am to start cooking lunch'. Well, if that's his standards of old, then I guess I am. At least when we're hosting Thanksgiving at our house and I procrastinated until the last minute.

Later though he called me trashy. Again I begged his pardon and he replied, 'this is the third bag of trash I've taken out today.' Well, I'd rather him take it out then to leave it in the house.

I was polite and didn't call him a single name all day. Aren't you proud of me?

Friday, November 24, 2006

Friday Photo Caption Contest

My computer is assembled, but I'm sitting on the floor, the screen is on the bottom shelf of a table, the keyboard is in my lap and I have to wear my glasses to even see the screen. My belly has so much good food in it that the floor is being most uncomfortable. Therefore I think we need a good photo caption contest. I've been saving these pictures for a time just like this. Ok, first you need to get in the right mood. Close your eyes. Wait, if you close your eyes you can't read or see the pictures. Ok, read this and before looking at the pictures close your eyes until you can hear the banjo music.

Got it? Ok, here we go. Let me say, that I do think this bride looks beautiful on her big day. The groom...well, you'll see.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006


pro‧cras‧ti‧nate[proh-kras-tuh-neyt, pruh-] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation verb, -nat‧ed, -nat‧ing.
verb (used without object) defer action; delay: to procrastinate until an opportunity is lost.
–verb (used with object) put off till another day or time; defer; delay.

[Origin: 1580ƒ‚–90; <>prōcrāstinātus (ptp. of prōcrāstināre to put off until tomorrow, equiv. to prō- pro-1 + -crāstināre, deriv. of crāstinus of tomorrow; crās tomorrow + -tinus suffix forming adjs. from temporal advs.); see -ate1]

This is what I'm doing tonight. Or is it what I'm not doing? Either way I have guests arriving in 36 hours give or take and of that 36 hours I plan on sleeping at least half of those hours (that'd average out to 9 hours a night) and I wonder if my house will ever get clean. I think that was a run on sentence, but I'm getting tired and don't really care. I need to clean off the computer desk. Put the dead plant in the trash (yes, the Fresh-Cut Flowers Girl has a dead plant taking up space in her dining room. sue me). Disassemble my computer (so I'll have to use Nickel's which doesn't alert me to new emails as soon as they hit my inbox which might cause some angst) and move to the laundry room along with all my CDs and stuff. Move the computer desk to the other side of the room, find a table to sit my family at Thursday. I need to vacuum. I need to hit the nasty spots with the carpet shampooer I borrowed a week and a half ago from a really good friend who probably wants the shampooer back this year. I need to make another pumpkin cheese cake. I need to iron the table cloths. I need to catch the laundry up and put it all away beelse else in my house seems to want to do it. I need to find some chairs for my family to sit on while eating from the table I have yet to find. I need to...well, honestly, I need to get up off my rear end and just go do it. There I said it. Are you happy now?

Since I might not be able to be online for a couple of days (and you'll know why if I am...or not) I thought I'd leave you this:

The RevGalBlogPals have deemed this weekend a Delurking Weekend so you MUST confess to stalking my blog. I want to know who you are if you are visiting my blog, unless of course you don't like it then you don't have to comment I guess. If you have nothing else to say, say something funny and off the wall. I like a good chuckle.

Behave while I'm cleaning house!

Monday, November 20, 2006

Search Engines at work

LOL! My friend Susie posted about the strange search engine searches that come up for her blog. So I had to check mine out. They cracked me up!

21.05% blonde betty (gee, I call myself a blonde betty one time and my hits jump through the roof. What's up with that?)

21.05% i like big bucks (hee hee hee, funny song.)

10.53% fresh flowers for hair (I like baby's breath and fresia myself but a hibicus will give you that exoctic tropical look)

5.26% joanie a. rabbit, oklahoma (I don't know her, but I hope they find her)

5.26% making penguin sound (Peanut can do this if you need her to)

5.26% a picture of robin scorpios hair at luke and lauras wedding (she looked pretty, didn't she!)

5.26% fresh cut flowers (oh...well, that probably has something to do with my blog name)

5.26% ecclesiastes 3 1-8 (one of my favorite scriptures)

5.26% i am insecure about my looks (well, I'm not sure who you are but I do know that God made you just like you are and we all have difficulty feeling secure about our looks at one time or another)

5.26% what is a secure, insecure person (a secure person is just an insecure person faking security, trust me.)

5.26% shh there's a secret (yes, there is, but I'm not going to tell you)

5.26% lord's table captives liquid day what did you eat (well, since on the liquid day you get to get one real meal I skipped breakfast, usually opting for a slim fast or a smoothie, then I would eat a sensible lunch because I usually have lunch with my friends and for dinner I would have soup, usually chicken broth or tomato. Sometimes I would go to Starbucks and order a strawberries and creme frapaccino for dinner. This isn't exactly the best way to loose weight (the frapaccios and slim fast I mean), but it worked for me.)

What crazy searches come up for your blog?

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Thought for the day

I once heard a brilliant speaker talk about Romans 8. During his explination this is what stood out to me and sometimes I need to be reminded of it.

[God] sees the real you. Undressed, no costumes, no pretense, and He loves you. He knows why you are hurting. He knows why you do the stupid things you do. He sees every mess up. And yeah, you're a mess, but you're His mess. And nothing you could do could ever seperate you from His love.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye. Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie

Thanks Dr Mike for brightening up these pictures for me.

A cold front blew through last night but before it did these black birds came. There were hundreds of these blackbirds on the utility lines at one of the busy intersections in town. These birds fascinate me. I pulled into the bank's parking lot to take a couple pictures while the rest of the town drove past. The birds were sitting together making the utility lines look 3X thicker then normal. One would fly off the they next one would hop down the line to close the gap. There was an orchestra of chatter between these birds then something would happen and a whole flock would fly off at once circle the grocery store across the street and come back and start the chatter all over again. So now I can't seem to get that nursery rhyme out of my head. Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye. Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie...

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

I went to the South Office today and ordered my favorite warm coffee and a slice of Pumpkin Bread. Breakfast of Champions, you know. Of course to shield myself from the cool winds that are whipping down the plains I went through the drive-thru. I get my stuff and off to work I go with a happy warm cup in my hand. I get to work and start drinking said happy warm cup and it's a little odd. Hmm... I think too much whip cream? I march my not quite awake bo-hind into the supply room and search for a spoon. I started stirring odd-happy warm cup and discover the reason behind the odd taste.

There is NO. COFFEE.

For some odd reason when I pay an absurd amount of money for coffee I want there to actually be SOME coffee in it. So I had to take my little not quite awake bo-hind back out into the cool winds that go whipping down the plains, and go back to South Office. This time I walked in and asked them politely to put some coffee in my coffee. They were embarrassed. I mean, their whole purpose for being to provide people with absurd costing coffee! Needless to say I'm back at work now and have almost finished my happy warm cup of (coffee tasting) goodness. I'll be my normal self in no time!

Friday, November 10, 2006

Friday Caption Contest

I know you know what to do. Now, lets not be hateful!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006


This just in from Peanut.

There are no horses in Missouri!

Just thought ya'll would like to know. I'm not sure who her source is but she thinks they are very reliable. Hmm.. I wonder if its the same person who told her all about the penguins and other animals she educated me about back in May. Nor do I know how this information will effect your day, but it sure made me sigh with relief. I mean, we can't have horses running around all willy-nilly in Missouri, now can we?

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Funny Stuff

Remember this picture from the caption contest this summer (don't stress if the picture doesn't load you'll have another chance to see it)? Well, our dear friend EmmaSometimes has gone beyond the call of duty and taken this to extremes and posted about it. Go read her story, it's too funny!

Monday, November 06, 2006


Sometimes I hate not having an ipod. I don't know that I'd really listen to it that often if I had one. But there are times that I wish I did. Like tonight. I'd like to listen to some, shall we say secular music. Oh well, even Yahoo's music only wants to play christian and classical music to me. Oh well, there could be worse things.
So Thanksgiving is at my house this year. My parents probably won't be able to come. This really disappoints me but there's nothing I can do about it so I'll just go on. I'm not sure what to fix. I could be really boring and fix what we normally have every year, ham and all the trimmings. But something inside me really wants to have bbq instead. I guess I could do both, huh? We can have left overs. I'm also going to fix a pumpkin cheesecake thing that sounds really good. I'll let you know how it turns out. What are you having for Turkey Day?
I've been tweaking around with my page. Did you notice? I wish I was more creative. Wait, I am creative, I just don't have time or desire to sit down and make it look as snazzy as I'd really like so this'll have to do for now.
I finally named my car. Her name is Gia. Nickel looked at me like I was talking Greek when I told him. But after explaining how I came up with the name he just shook his head at me. He's such a boy!
Ah... Seven Mary Three just came on. I'm a happy little girl now.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Blonde Betty?

Yesterday: I got my hair cut. See how brown it is. I have some natural golden highlights, but in the light this picture was taken you can't really see them. Then I got the bright idea I needed more hightlights.

Before: I decided to add a few little highlights to my hair today. Oops. I guess I got carried away. It came out just a tad too blonde. I don't think I look good blonde. Nickel told me to just act dumb and everything would be good. Um, no!

After: A quick trip to the store to buy some brown and it's more tolerable. Still just a little more blonde then I want, but my hair's been through enough today so it'll just have to work. The brown is one of those that only last through 24 washes so by the time it washes out I can redo it to cover more of the blonde. Good plan, huh?

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Just some random stuff

Ok, my little blue pills are working today... hee hee hee.... I don't really take the little blue pills.
OMG! Today was Peanut's last soccer game. I put new batteries in the camera. Layed it on the table next to my keys. Then walked out the door without it. Of course.

It was an awesome game. If you've never watched little kids play soccer, shame on you. It is the most entertaining thing in the world. Most of the girls on Peanut's team have played together for 3 seasons now. That's really a good thing because they are learning to anticipate what their team mates will do. One of the girls was super shy her first season. She didn't want to get out on the field, didn't want to kick the ball, didn't want to talk. Now, we have to make her sit out a few minutes and rest! She also one of our strongest players. Here's a picture I took last spring. The shortest one is the only one that wasn't on the team this year but we added two others, who are obviously not pictured here. They rocked today. It was a close game the whole time and ended up tied. In U7 soccer they don't offically keep score but of course the parents do. This game ended in a tie 9-9. One of our girls had a Hat trick today. Too fun!
Halloween has come and gone, but we have enough candy to last until Easter!
Peanut was a witch for Halloween. I braided her hair the night before to make it crimped like that. She had a hat but by the time this picture was taken she had lost it. It was in my office at work so I might make her dress back up one of these days and "re-do" her halloween picture.
Here's a new picture of me. I might change my profile pic. Nah, I like the brown eyes.
Even broke little girls need to have pretty hair. I got some long bangs today. Whatcha think? Am I one sexy momma? I'm trying to let the back of my hair grow out, but it's a slow process. By the time it gets to the lenght I want it I hate it so I wack it off. Oh well. Someday I'll have long hair again.
And what random post is truely random without a deep thought by Jack Handy?

I bet a fun thing would be to go way back in time to where there was going to be an eclipse and tell the cave men, "If I have come to destroy you, may the sun be blotted out from the sky." Just then the eclipse would start, and they'd probably try to kill you or something, but then you could explain about the rotation of the moon and all, and everyone would get a good laugh.

Friday, November 03, 2006

A little out of character? Maybe not.

My dear friend Susie at the Gobhole has inspired me. Not sure that's a good thing. Perhaps we can take a vote. For those of you that think this following post is good raise your hands.
Hmm... I see.

Ok, here's the product of my inspiration.

She posted this picture (and gave me permission to post it here) and upon seeing this picture the radio inside my head changed from the sweet calm music to Sir Mix A Lot's "Baby Got Back" only some of the words changed, here is what played in my head:

Oh my ga, Becky, look at that buck
It is so big
It looks like one of those hunter guys trophys
Who understands those hunter guys
They only get dressed up to climb a tree, ok?
I mean that buck
It's just so big
I can't believe it's so pointy
It's just out thereI mean, it's gross
Look, it's just so ugly
I like big bucks and I can not lie
You other hunters can't deny
That when a deer walk under shakin’ that tail
And a large rack on that head
You wake up
Wanna pick up that gun
Cuz you notice that buck it needs a good stuffin’
And on the wall to hang.
Deep in the woods it’s walking
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna kill ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that rack you got
You so horny
Ooh, rub all of that fur
You say you wanna get in my truck
Well stand still, stand still cuz I'm goona kill ya.

About the time I got to the end of the first verse I was able to change the song. Probably a good thing. I think I'll go look for my pretty blue pills....

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

The End

...of the soccer season is quickly approaching. Peanut's team is scheduled to play Thursday at 5 pm, she has ballet from 3:45-5 so we're not going to that game. That means that her last game will be Saturday! This is exciting and a little sad at the same time. Sad because I've forgotten my camera each week and still haven't had a chance to take the girls' pictures at all. Sad because we have family coming in this weekend to catch the game and I have a very messy house and no time to clean it. But exciting because I don't have to worry about planning my weekends around her soccer schedule. Exciting because it's getting colder outside and if anyone has ever played soccer you know it's 10 degrees cooler on the field then the rest of the town, no lie.

So, here it is Wednesday. I don't have an ounce of energy but am going to muster something because I need to clean the house. At least the rooms people will see. Too bad I don't have time to clean carpets. Maybe I'll get that done before Thanksgiving. I talked Claudia, Nickel's cousin's wife the other night. They live in Texas and have three kids but she got excited when I told her I wanted her to come up for Thanksgiving. I have my fingers, legs, toes, and eyes crossed. I think she's my long-lost-older-latina twin. If the government were to tap our phone and listen in to one of our conversations they'd be lost in about 30 seconds. We change subjects two to three times a minute and can resume a previous subject without any notice. We totally misspeak but the other always knows what we meant. It's wonderful!

Well, my house isn't getting any cleaner with me sitting here bloggin with ya'll. So, good night! Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. But if they do, bite them back!