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Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008
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10:15 am
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| Monday, July 21st, 2008
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12:44 am - It's that time of year again for the Nikki...
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Okay, it's hit mid-summer. There are just weeks until the first OU game (it's scheduled for Aug 30). You guys who know me well know exactly what that means...
Yes, that's right, I'm in the mood for football movies.
Caught On Any Given Sunday tonight, which I watched years ago, so I didn't remember a whole lot.
Including a moment that made me squeal like a little girl at a Hannah Montana concert.
Near the end of the movie, there was a guy playing a football announcer.
It was none other than one of the greatest Sooners coaches of all time... Barry Switzer!
I've sooo missed him being a part of my football universe.
It made me smile, and life was good.
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(10 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Sunday, July 20th, 2008
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3:05 am - At least he's not rolling around in dead snake carcass again?
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Of all the insects in our world, there are a few that particularly bother me. The one in question tonight is the junebug. They're meaty, they fly about, and they cling to your hair or clothes. Not cool.
Well, the thing is, there's a rogue junebug inhabiting my garage right now. I asked Kyle to capture and release it the other day, but he couldn't. The thing has been so elusive that it's not even funny.
Okay, so just now, I went to the garage. Lucky, being oh-so-mama's-boy that he had to come out with me, and being the ever-pleasing Luckypup that he is, he went after the bug, and he got it.
But what did he do?
He captured it under his chin.
Dug down. He'd caught it.
He licked it a couple of times.
And then, when it flew free, ol' boy looked all sorts of confused.
So basically, Lucky is worthless as an insect-capturer.
And yes, I still have a rogue junebug living in my garage.
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(22 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Friday, July 18th, 2008
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10:58 pm
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Once again, I called in about jury duty, as instructed.
Once again, there are no cases scheduled to begin.
"There is a case scheduled to start the week of July 28, so all jurors are to call in on Friday, July 25, after 6pm."
I'm getting so sick of this.
Only 2 weeks left of this on-call nonsense.
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(20 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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2:18 am
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I got a call from Afghanistan tonight!!
I'm so relieved, to talk to Chris, and find out that he's okay.
Turns out, he's living in a hut, but he has his own room. And he's eating better than probably you, I, or the other guy are.
Anyway, he's on the job, and for now he's safe and sound, so all is right in the world.
Now... next up for me... gotta call in about jury duty tomorrow.
Wish me luck. (BTW, in case you missed it, I'm over it, and don't want to have my juror number come up again...)
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(16 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Thursday, July 17th, 2008
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1:22 am
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| Sunday, July 13th, 2008
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3:02 am - Karaoke Night.
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| Saturday, July 12th, 2008
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12:25 am
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Okay, so I called in for the jury duty thing.
"There are no cases set for trial the week of July 14. All jurors need to call the Code A phone line after 6pm on Friday, the 18th."
Okay, so I'm officially over the whole jury duty thing...
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(32 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Friday, July 11th, 2008
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1:21 am - Top Chef Reunion... and Souvenirs!
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| Thursday, July 10th, 2008
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12:48 am - #3 of 3 tonight. Poker Night.
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12:36 am - #2 of 3 tonight. The Stove Stuff.
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The delivery guys brought over the new stove this morning.
I was soooo excited.
Of course, as I was reading through the manual, I came across several things.
"Do not use pots and pans that have grooves on the bottoms, as they will scratch the surface."
(Damn! That's pretty much all of my pots!)
And this one:
Sabbath Mode?
Does that mean that I need to remember the mode and keep it holy?
Well, anyway, after getting new, smooth-bottomed pots, it was time to break in the new stove.
Cooked spaghetti and baked some Texas Toast for the boys. In the new cookery.
And I'm soooo hearting it.
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(15 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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12:26 am - Post #1 of 3 tonight.
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I got a call from my ex-AF buddy Chris today. Unfortunately, I wasn't here, but he left a message.
Here's his current status (55 seconds)
Let's all send good vibes that he has a safe tour over there, and arrives home safely as scheduled in October...
In the meantime, Chris, I know you check this LJ when you can. Please call me. You know I get like a mama hen when you're over there, and I worry. Keep yourself safe, and I hope to talk with you soon.
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(Take one down, pass it around)
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| Tuesday, July 8th, 2008
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3:57 am - Shimmy!
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So I found this new aerobics show (not sure how new it is, but it's new to me), called "Shimmy."
I did 2 of them last night.
Egyptian Walk
Turkish Figure Eight
Luscious Hair
Beautiful Eyes... Look at You
Snake Arms
Wrists Back-to-Back
Anyway, I did these and today, I woke up with my abs feeling all tight... in that "you haven't used these muscles in forever, so ouch" sort of a way. It's a good thing.
So I did them for an hour last night.
I did the shows for 1.5 hours tonight.
The endorphins must have kicked in, because I actually feel high.
I think I'm hooked on the Shimmy.
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(34 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Sunday, July 6th, 2008
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4:47 am
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| Saturday, July 5th, 2008
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2:00 am - Jury Duty Stuff.
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My two-week hiatus ended.
So, today, I called in again... after 6, as the judge said when I went in, "doing my patriotic duty on the 4th of July."
"The case scheduled to begin trial on Tuesday has been settled. All jurors are to call in on Friday, July 11, after 6pm, for further reporting instructions."
So there you go. My 2-week hiatus has turned into a 3-week hiatus.
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(14 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Thursday, July 3rd, 2008
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1:29 am - My, how the time flies...
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In just under 10 hours (11:11 AM, to be exact), I will officially be the mother of a teenager.
When I asked the kiddo what he wanted food-wise for his birthday, he told me "Blueberry Muffins and Frito Chili Pie."
Okay, that may sound like an odd combo, but I guess it goes into how teenagers eat. I remember dipping french fries in chocolate shakes when I was 13. Oh, and peanut butter in my ice cream. Hot dog buns with American Cheese, mustard, and bacon bits (no hot dogs), nuked, with or without (depending on my mood) a pickle tucked inside. Corn dogs with not mustard, not ketchup, but ranch dressing. Lays potato chips drizzled with hot fudge. Cheetos combined with vanilla ice cream. Entire meals made of devilled eggs. Entire meals made of pineapple chunks and granola. Entire meals made of Laffy Taffy.
So yeah, he's craving food the way a teenager does.
Either that, or he's pregnant.
Happy Birthday, Little Man.
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(77 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008
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7:46 am
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| Monday, June 30th, 2008
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9:27 pm
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For a year or so, Kyle's been talking about doing home improvement projects around the house. He redid the boys' shower. He fixed the hole in the wall (it was there, with a pipe exposed, when we moved in). He replaced handles on the dressers. Yadda yadda.
Well, a few weeks ago, he started talking about redoing the kitchen. Floor, cabinets, countertops, all that stuff, once he gets his bonus.
"You know, if we're really overhauling, one thing I've always wanted was a flat-top stove." (Seriously, when I say always, I'm talking ever since I saw one when I was about 15 or so. Easier to keep clean, no drip pans or unlevel burners, and I love the way they look.)
Okay, so the other night, he'd had a few beers, and asks if I'd like one of said flat-top stoves for my anniversary present (Saturday will be 14 years for us). I sort of pshawed, and told him to sober up and sleep on it.
Well, today, after dinner, he looked at me and asked, "Wanna go to Home Depot?"
To nutshell the rest of the story...
It will be delivered next week.
Happy Anniversary to me!
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(60 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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12:02 am
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"Oh, my god!" I couldn't help myself.
Kyle called up from downstairs, "What, are you watching the liberals?"
No, I explained. I was watching a National Geographic Channel show called "The Science of Obesity."
The narrator came on with this:
"One of the most frustrating things for dieters is that when they go back to their regular eating habits, they gain the weight back."
Well, duh, freaking, duh.
You ate certain things. You got fat. You started a diet. You lost the weight. You went back to cakes and cookies and sugared sodas, and gained the weight back.
I repeat myself. Duh. Freaking. Duh.
I'm not sure who said it, but it's true. "The true definition of insanity is repeating the same action and expecting a different result."
Duh.
Freaking.
Duh.
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(54 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Thursday, June 26th, 2008
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1:22 am
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I dreamed I was cleaning out my closet, and then turned on a radio. The DJ came on, with a tagline I haven't heard in nearly twenty years.
You see, there was a short-lived radio station back in Oklahoma City in 1990. All they played were waves crashing, seagulls making the noises that seagulls do, and other various seaside sounds...
And Billy Ocean songs.
The tagline?
"All Ocean, all the time."
I always wondered if there was some pot head out there that came up with this idea.
And then won the lottery and leased out a radio station for a couple of months.
I haven't thought about that in years.
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(22 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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