"In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back."
-Charlie Brown

Monday, September 21, 2009

Cool Ranch Doritos

I always thought I was allergic to Cool Ranch Dorritos because it made my nose itch like crazy. Well today I learned that I've either never really been allergic or I've grown out of it because I just ate my weight in the Doritos without any itching whatsoever. It's too bad I'm not allergic because at least I might have some self-control! However, as I'm writing this now, I'm becoming quite itchy.... shoot! Oh well. What can you do?
Anyway, I ate them with our homemade salsa and it was so yummy!

"I'm alive"

So I heard this song the other day and really liked it. Life's always got it's ups and downs, always, but it's nice to know that it's going to be okay one way or another.

These are the lyrics to "I'm Alive" by Kenny Chesney and Dave Matthews. If you get a chance to listen to it, I'd recommend it. I like their voices, particularly Dave Matthews. His voice reminds me of my high school years and all of the painful high school woe's of a teenager, so hearing this song with him singing it makes me happy.

So damn easy to say that life’s so hard
Everybody’s got their share of battle scars
As for me I’d like to thank my lucky stars that
I’m alive, and well

It’d be easy to add up all the pain
And all the dreams you sat and watched go up in flames
Dwell on the wreckage as it smolders in the rain
But not me, I’m alive

And today you know that’s good enough for me
Breathin' in and out's a blessin' can’t you see
Today's the first day of the rest of my life
And I’m alive, and well
I’m alive, and well

Stars are dancin’ on the water here tonight
It’s good for the soul, when there’s not a soul in sight
But this boat has caught its wind and brought me back to life
Now I’m alive, and well

And today you know that’s good enough for me
Breathin' in and out's a blessing can’t you see
Today is the first day of the rest of my life
Now I’m alive, and well
Yeah I’m alive, and well

Sunday, September 20, 2009


In case anyone is concerned about me and my welfare regarding the mouse, no need to worry any longer. Last night, I was lying in bed reading a book and all of a sudden I hear scuttle, scuttle, scuttle, SNAP!! I shot out of bed and ran to find my dad. Thankfully he was able to get the trap and relieve it of it's catch for me. I was so happy, I could sleep peacefully after that. Though I did feel a little bad for the mouse.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Drama Queen

So if you don't know me very well you might not know that I can be a titch on the dramatic side (okay, even if you don't know me you'd probably be able to figure that one out yourself...) and that I'm a scholechipobe (fear of worms.) Well this has nothing to do with worms but about me being dramatic. Last night I was walking through my room and about a foot away from me all of a sudden something dark and about the size of a large quarter (maybe the size of a 50 cent piece, hard to know for sure, I didn't get a chance to pull out a measuring tape) zoomed past me and straight under my bed. When I say zoom I mean zoom. I don't think I've every seen anything move so fast. Because it moved so quickly I couldn't tell for sure what it might be but I knew that a few weeks ago we killed a little mouse in our house (just call me Dr. Seuss if you will) so I proceeded to question those around me about how fast mice may or may not move. Well, it turns out they can move very quickly. By the way I screamed like a maniac when he ran past me. Anyway, as I learn this information standing halfway down the stairs of our house, I start jumping around and sobbing. My dad set a trap in my room to try to lure him out from under my bed, but had no luck then. So the whole point of this story is that I never thought of myself as a squirmy kind of girl (well except for worms as noted above) but it turns out I am and it all stems from my dramatic personality! Now I have to run across the room and jump about two feet to my bed and land on it just in case he runs out from under my bed until we catch him.... or her I suppose. It made making my bed this morning quite tricky :) Here's hoping that we will catch the mouse and be able to move on with life!!!

Thursday, September 17, 2009


Okay, I have a billion things to be blogged about but kept putting it off, but now I'm catching up. So beware, lots of posts coming your way!

I took a couple of random pictures of a little pretty rose I'd like to share...

I'm biased I know....

So I realize everyone thinks that their kids, or nieces/nephews or pets, etc. are the cutest, but my niece and nephew really are pretty cute. Take a look at their latest pics!

Trace Adkins, Toby Kieth and Darius Rucker

It's another hot concert summer for me. I went to a lot this summer. Trace Adkins and Toby Keith came together. It was such a great concert. The girl next to us won backstage passes and front row seats just before the concert started. I was so jealous! Toby is on my "list...." He's so dreamy!! P.s. My mom loves Trace, I thought she was going to explode when he came on the stage.... so funny! P.S.S. Take note of the 10th picture, someone walked in front of my camera as I took the picture but the way it turned out it looks like a ghost... kinda creepy I tell ya!
The Darius Rucker (the lead sing to Hootie and the Blow Fish gone country) concert was AMAZING! We were only 10 rows from the stage and he is such a fantastic performer. I cried a couple of times. I had been having a sort of crummy day, I just felt a little like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh, and didn't really want to go. My dinner was super gross (it tasted like I was eating a campfire log) but the waiter was so cute that I didn't want to be a pain, so I didn't mention it. So by the time we finally got there, I was just ready to go home. But once he started singing, it was like just what I needed to hear. It sounds absolutely cheesy and corny but I loved it. If you ever get a chance to see him, I recommend it with all my heart!

Work Party

Every summer, everyone at work and their families, go to a local baseball team (the Owlz) game per Dr.Wise's treat! It's always such a blast. This year I took Anthony with me as my "date." Such All-American fun... oh and lots of hot dogs. I learned this summer that hot dogs with mustard only is the most delicious even though I've always been so adamant that ketchup only was the way to go. Boy was I wrong and I'm humble enough to admit it!!


Mom and I have been quite the Betty homemakers lately. We're not usually the homey kinda gals... I never thought I had it in me to do it. We had tons of tomatoes is our garden and decided to make salsa. It was so spicy that while we were cooking it we had to cover our faces so we could breath! It was so much fun!

The next weekend we went to the Farmer's market and bought peaches and strawberries and raspberries. We made lots and lots of freezer jam! Halfway through the freezer jam making process we found out we had a leak in the pipes under the sink.... that put a "damp"er on things. He,he,he,he! But we still had fun.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Peanut Butter

I love peanut butter. I love it creamy and smooth as well as the crunchy kind. My whole life I've loved peanut butter (now to be addressed as PB.) For awhile I didn't eat it much because I thought it was bad for you, granted it's not great but it's loaded with good fats and lots of protein. Perfect on a slice of bread before heading to the gym. I also love when you first open a jar and the top is all smooth and untouched.... I LOVE to be the first one to mess it up. It thrills me! However, my love for it is hampered by the fact that as you get farther down in the jar you are on the road of not reaching the bottom quarter of the jar. Today I was trying to spread some on my toast and my utensil was not long enough so I had my entire hand shoved into the jar to get to the PB. There is still a good amount left in the bottom, but I can hardly reach it. So after I finally got the PB on my utensil I pulled my hand out of the jar and it's naturally covered in PB. Now I have to lick my hands off, then wash them and I still smell like PB all day long. Can somebody please invent a way to fix this problem??? I know my friend's husband (Ben...the husband of Jena) was on to something a while ago but I haven't heard anything since. I will forever and always love it but I'd like to not have these problems with it. I thought about just purchasing a smaller jar but that is not as thrifty as a big jar. I hope this message reaches the makers of PB and they'll think of a clever way to create the jars to more appease my demands.