Flashback Friday: Goodbye Malibu

With Baby Bro starting college this week, I decided to post a photo of what he did to my Bu 4 years ago.  You see I had my car for a few years and it had its issues.  That could be blamed on the miles I piled on it driving to and from Dallas, OKC and Tulsa while I lived in Ada many moons ago.  Could be.  :-) It was already starting to have issues again – a leaky gasket or something of the sort.

The story goes that I had to leave the car at home for a few days until I could get it into the shop.  In place of my car, I took Baby Bro’s.  I knew he wouldn’t mind – he was a newbie at being 16 and I had nothing to worry about with him driving my car, or so I thought.  While out running errands in my somewhat small-ish hometown, I over heated his car.  Big mistake!  It was a hot August day and the fan in his car quit working.  Therefore his car was towed away by a local wrecker service, I was picked up and we were one car down.

Fast forward to the next day.  I’m at home, Dad has just pulled into the driveway and Baby Bro calls – in tears.  The first words out of my mouth, Did you wreck my car?  More boo hooing.  I knew right then and there something was wrong with my Baby.  My only way of transportation to and from my summer school class I was taking.  All I could think about was crap, crap, crap.  We get to the scene of the accident and Baby Bro has decided to run into a corner fence post…a pipe one at that!  The fence post didn’t survive and neither did my car.  He totaled my car.

His car came out of the shop a few days after he wrecked my car.  Life went on like he never did anything wrong.

Light at the End of the Tunnel?

I’m  more than ready for Fall 2011 to be here.  I’m ready to throw my cap into the crowd and walk off OU’s campus as a College Graduate.  I can’t wait for that day to come….but until then I’m stuck abiding by rules and doing hours of homework.  Less than 365 days until I’m entering my last semester of college.  …Well until I decide to go to Law School or get my Masters.  Not quite sure I’m ready to think about those days.  So, until then – I’ll keep my nose in these books and dream of graduation.  No more changing my major – it’s time to graduate.  Besides, I’ll have 3 degrees by the time I step off of Memorial Stadium

Wordless Wednesday :: I’m Flying!


I can be a bit of a goof from time to time.  Doesn’t matter where I’m at.  In the comfort of my own home or out in public.  Just like here.  A family trip to Sulphur for a day of fun in the Sun.

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Bet you can’t guess what I’ve been up to.

  • Camp Cavett 2010 was AWESOME!!
  • Started riding dirt bikes.
  • Made it through 2 Summer School Classes.
  • Fractured my Fibula.
  • Cooked some amazing dishes!
  • Saw my “little” cousins.
  • Dyed my hair back to normal.
  • and many more blog worthy adventures!

Looking forward to sharing everything as I re-join the blogging world.  Hang on, these next few weeks of catching up are going to be action packed!

For now, I leave you with Ellie; my fur child.

Tornado Outbreak :: May 10, 2010

Of course I Flip!

Norman had an eventful afternoon.  As part of my Oklahoma life, you learn to live with tornadoes.  I’ve grown to really love them. Instead of taking cover, I’m normally outside in the front yard seeing what’s happening.  I mean if a tornado were really coming, I wouldn’t be outside watching it.  Although, I did that last summer.  I’m not quite sure how many tornadoes touched down in my home state today, but Norman blew the sirens 4 times and if my count is correct we had between 4-6 tornadoes touch down.  A few of them were a mile from the house, but there were also a few that touched down less than a mile from us too.  Norman was definitely hopping this afternoon!

Another shot of a tornado rain wrapped somewhere over there.  You can’t see it, but you do see people standing on the corner watching it go by.  Only in Oklahoma….

Tornado Outbreak just kicking off.  I kept getting excited when they’d touch down just North or South of us.  Don’t worry, I quickly became disappointed when they became rain wrapped and you couldn’t see what was going on.  Talk about major disappointment.

What Happens When?

Roomie went out of town for the evening.  It left me with a house all to myself.  I can say after almost a year of this, I’ve finally discovered exactly what to do with my time.  Since I had a little time before she left I loaded up on some yummy drinks and a good magazine.  My “What to do’s” are now filled with a bottle of  Raspberry Framboise and either working on something for a client or reading Southern Living.  Yes, I’d rather spend the night in laying low rather than hitting up a bar or club.  I’m not your typical college girl.  I gave up the bar scene a few months after I turned 21 and never looked back.

Yes, the clock says 5:20.  That may be early to some, but since it’s after noon, I think I’m in the clear.  Although, I can’t say if there was anything left in the bottle a hour later.  You’ll never find that evidence.  I had a great time relaxing in a quiet house.  There wasn’t any yelling to turn down Randy Travis and if I wanted to turn the TV up as loud as I wanted, I could.  I’m starting to fall in love with being home alone, I just hope I can kick Roomie out more often.  I’m starting to like my alone time.

A glass full of yummy goodness.  Now, if I were at one of the hang outs that I go with my friends to, this exact same glass would be $8.  However, I’m a smart College Girl.  I bought the entire bottle for $10. I’m going to have to start buying the huge bottle of the stuff, especially when this summer rolls around.  Then I’ll be sitting outside with the fire going, toasting marshmallows and drink Framboise.  Can’t wait.

Do YOU Flip?

A few months ago I purchased a Flip Ulta.  There was a lot of hype about them around Christmas, so I made the leap off into the unknown.  I must say it’s the easiest video recorder I’ve ever used, literally it’s point and click.  My 5 year old cousin uses it when he visits and loves that he can immediately see the video after he records it, but I think he loves seeing it on my computer when I pull it off.  His face lights up and he says “I did that?”.  My Flip comes in handy when I need it, but it’s also an extra piece of equipment that I have to lug around all day.

Love my Christmas present.  I’ve used it a lot more than I thought I would.  My very tech savvy mother even bought one, actually more than one, and loves using them as well.  It’s easy to go out and shoot something, edit and post.  It’s just that simple.

Who You Calling Clutz?

This week should be written in the books as one of the most accidental prone weeks I’ve had in a very long time.  I’ve lost some blood and torqued my knee once again.  It’s been a heckuva week to say the least.  I’m sure ya’ll read the story of the nice adventure I had with nearly slicing through my finger.  Now, for the story of how this clutz decided she needed to add just one more injury to the list for this week.  I’m working really hard to get myself back in shape.  With that said, I’m also not trying to kill myself with putting in all this hard work either.  I decided with all of this gorgeous weather Oklahoma is having that I’d go for a walk.  A walk that I set out on with no intentions of having to hobble back to the house.

You see, I’ve already had problems with this same knee before.  I participated in my alumni dance recital with a great group of girls last year.  It marked the 20th anniversary of the dance company that I danced with for forever, so it was a no brainer that I’d participate.  I actually left the company just before I had my Senior Solo on account of one of the worst injuries I’ve ever had.  Some of ya’ll may remember, but I did quite a bit of nerve and tendon damage with one silly fall.  A fall that ended my dancing career.  Everything I had worked for was toast and I never danced again, well until the alumni recital.  Now, last year I don’t recall exactly what I did, whether it was a leap across the stage or a pirouette, I torqued my knee.  There’s the background on my dancing injuries, now for the new.

Plain, short and simple.  I stepped off a curb the wrong way.  Yes, that’s right :: the damage this time involved a curb.  Laugh all you want, I can now.  Although, I’m hoping next week will be better.  I manage to somehow always injur myself when MM can’t come over and take care of me.  At least with him not coming to my rescue we all know that I can take care of myself.  I’m an adult after all.

Now to sit back and take it easy.  Break out the icy hot and all the ice my knee can stand.  I’m not a fan of being down for the count, so hopefully this recovery will go by quickly and I’ll be back to my normal self in no time.

Flashback Friday :: Camp Cavett 1999

I’m really starting to have Camp Cavett withdrawals.  I haven’t been in years, but starting in July that’s going to change.  Trouble & I are going down for the weekend.  I can’t wait to be down at camp again.  I spent 10 summers down on Lake Texoma with the best group of friends I could ever have.  We all had things that drew us together, things that no child should have to go through.  Although, you’d never know some of the things I knew unless I told you.  That’s just how normal we all looked.  These were the days of having crushes on camp counselors, taking as many rolls of film as possible, doing things your parents would not approve of and finding a way to live on the edge.  Oh yes, this was my camp experience; like so many other campers my age.

I also lost some of the best friends I could ever have too.  Being a child you never think about death, much less a friend your age dying.  You think you’re invincible.  You think Cancer, Heart Problems, Sickle Cell and Kidney Dialysis are all just words.  Words that don’t mean anything.  Words that only alter the way you do things, not things that are capable of taking life away.  My best friend died when I was 16.  How do you even begin to wrap your head around that?  Losing anyone is tough, but a best friend, it’s just hard.  I’ve found myself going back and thinking…I’m 25 now, Cassie would be 24.  It’s hard to imagine she’s been gone that long.  It’s hard to believe just how fast time does fly.

Grades & Blood Loss :: Not the Ideal Day

I’ve honestly had enough excitement for today.  Good thing there is only 30 minutes left of this day.  Not that tomorrow is going to be any different or that I have any plans, I’m just hoping my bad luck will change.

I did amazingly well on all of my finals.  I’ll have to update ya’ll on a project I made decide to do or one that my professor takes under her wing to spearhead.  Let’s just say I shocked the entire class and even her.  She said she had never seen a presentation done so well, much less one that actually meant something or could become a reality.  That made me feel great and it made me feel like I definitely exceeded every one’s expectations of my Business Proposal.

My finals wrapped up earlier this afternoon.  Out of 4 classes I was able to pull off 3 A’s and a B.  I was quite pleased with myself.  No, I have not gone out to celebrate my somewhat big victory.  I just might do that tomorrow afternoon with friends or wait and celebrate with MM when he has time.

I know Mom was a little worried with Motorcycle Man coming into the picture when I was supposed to be studying for finals and concentrating on the last leg of classes.  I told her the only thing she needed to worry about was that I was going to school.  So far, it’s shut her up completely about my dating life and hopefully it’ll last awhile longer.  I’ve already asked her how her parents felt when she got married, she was Roomie’s age when that happened.  She was my age when she was pregnant with me.  As far as I know, I’m not getting married anytime soon and I’ll be 26 shortly.  I’ve definitely surpassed the “normal” age to get married by miles on one side and I have a few years until I break the age on the other.  We’ll just have to see how it goes.  I could very possibly set the record on both sides as being the oldest to have not gotten married or had kids.

As for the bad luck part of my day.  I decided to use the ingredients in my fridge to make some homemade salsa.  I love salsa, actually I love anything hot and spicy.  I came up with my own recipe last summer and it’s turned into a big hit for those who like to eat something with a kick.  As I was slicing up the onions and keeping my fingers out of the way, just like Pops taught me to, I somehow took the knife right over my middle finger.  I’m not sure how I did it.  It happened too fast.  I felt like cursing, but oddly enough, I didn’t.  I immediately stuck my finger in my mouth and walked back to my bedroom for a Band Aid.  Just as soon as I pulled my finger out of my mouth the blood started to really trickle.  Actually, pour is more like it.  I applied pressure, held my hand above my head, and even stuck ice on it.  The blood really started to come out while I was trying to stop it.  It was flowing quite well and actually started to run from the source all the way down my arm and drip off my elbow.  This was a pretty serious gash, I’ve never had this much blood pour out from what looked like a paper cut.  The bleeding finally subsided, I stuck a Band Aid on my dear ole’ finger, finished chopping my ingredients and then went to bed.

…..so if you’re squeemish about blood, don’t look.  This is just before the blood really started to flow.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better.  I need it to be better.  No more household accidents please, this one is enough to last me awhile.  Although, surprisingly, waterworks were not involved during this adventure.