Just so y’all can begin to tie how my crazy Oklahoma life meshes with the blogging world…
My Life is Like a Country Song
Sunday, March 4, 2012
A good friend of mine made the comment today as I was updating her about my trip to the east coast to see Army Guy, that my life was like a country song. I had no idea what she meant until she told me which one, then it all made perfect sense…well almost perfect sense. The song that came to mind after rehashing missing my flight with Delta?? Remind Me by Carrie Underwood & Brad Paisley. …and….Just for the record this is not what caused my missed flight with Delta. ahemmmmm
Take a Guess
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
So you’ve all got one guess. A guess to see where I’m going in a few months. It’s somewhere I’ve never been before, which makes this trip all that more exciting. Take a look at these photos and see if you can tell where I’m going. I’m doubly excited. Maybe a little because of where I’m going…maybe a little because there should be snow on the ground…and maybe a lot because I’m getting to see a friend home on R&R.
We’ve got a shot of this wacky green mascot for the MLB team of which town I’m heading to….
….we’ve got a Bell of some type…..
….and we’ve got a logo of a pretty great team. A kind of team we just don’t have in Okie Land.
So, have y’all figured it out yet?
P.F. Changs Knows Exactly What to Say
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
I #love P.F. Changs. Normally, when I find myself on the north side of the city and I’m in the neighborhood of this lovely eatery, I have to stop in and grab my favorite Gluten Free treats. Sometimes Mom will join me, which means I get my fortune read to me. The fortune cookies there are chalked full of gluten and since I’d rather not risk getting gluten into my system, I usually don’t get a fortune cookie when I stop by myself.
…but on this day…I got all excited seeing this.
Date Night w/HoneyBun
Saturday, October 29, 2011
To keep my new handsome fella’s identity somewhat of a secret, we shall call him HoneyBun. :) Y’all are gonna love me! Dear ole’ HoneyBun & I had a fantabulous date night late last week. Too bad he got lost on the way to my house…turns out things can look a bit different in the dark. Haha. Poor guy. What was going to turn into a spontaneous evening, turned out to be a great night eating some yummy GF food and watching to Apple TV. It’s great having an endless movie selection and one that’s quite off the chart at that.
Before we headed out, I of course had to take a few *ahem* hundred pics to send a few friends since it had been ages since I had been out on a date. Something cute and casual…I love these shirts and have several. I’ll definitely be breaking them out this winter as they’re comfy, thin and see through.
Skinny me! Dark hair. Long sleeves. Jeans. Boots. Fall can’t get much better than that…actually life can’t get much better than this.
First Step to Recovery
Thursday, May 27, 2010
I’ve always heard the first step to recovery is admitting you have an addiction. Maybe I should admit to that? May I have an addiction? It all started when Motorcycle Man decided it would be a great idea for me to try out dirt bike riding. I’ve gotta admit, I was all for it too. It was a new thrill to add to my adventure seeking life or my adrenaline junky side that everyone has been commenting on that I now have. It just could’ve been a combination of everything going on — but somehow I wound up with a dirt bike. A full fledged Yamaha TT-R125LE. I had no intention of ever riding a dirt bike, it just never crossed my mind. That is, until I met Motorcycle Man. We wound up going all the way to Mississippi to get the dirt bike. Mississippi. An 11 hour trip one way from my somewhat nice sized Oklahoma town I live in now. Less than 4 hours and I could’ve been at the beach, but instead we wound up in Tupelo, MS.
Picking up the dirt bike made for quite the adventure. Not only did Motorcycle Man trust me to drive his handy dandy truck — but I also saw a few of my Arkansas cousins as well as my Uncle B. When we stopped to say hi to good ole’ Uncle B, he figured out rather quickly that MM was a heavily educated computer geek. Much more than what I am and in a totally different area than I may ever want to be in. Uncle B had MM to work in no time. Our “plan” was to just stop for 10mins or so, that quickly ballooned into a few hours we spent with Uncle B at the shop. Man oh Man, what an adventure.
As soon as we set foot back in OK, where the dirt bike would call home, MM and his brother unloaded the bike and outfitted me in some motorcycle gear just as a precaution — which means in case I crashed into a tree or wrecked the bike. I got a quick lesson in the clutch and was supposed to practice on the clutch, letting it in and out. Instead, I let it out and must’ve given it gas at the right time because I tooook off! I remember looking behind me asking if I was doing this correctly and both guys yelled in unison to turn around and pay attention to what was in front of me. Must’ve made em’ a nervous wreck. 
I’ve now acquired the “official” dirt bike gear one must have to actually ride and not get hurt. My boots look strange and somewhat funny because of my smallish feet and well — have you ever seen dirt bike boots? A majority of my gear is hot pink or black/white. I don’t have any photos of anything recently or even any outfitted in full gear. It’s quite a site to put it all on and then ride — thick socks, boots, pants, jersey, chest protector, hydration pack, helmet, gloves and my iPod. It looks like I’m going into battle when I put all of my gear on and go riding with the boys. This has definitely been a fun adventure that I hope to continue for years to come.
Bike riding has taken on an adventure of it’s own. Instead of just the TT-R, I have thoughtfully named this new addiction helper, Carlos. Actually it’s more along the lines of Carlos the Dirty Mexican —- but that’s more for comical reasons than anything. I’ve been to a track and I’m slowly learning how to jump, my next “big” adventure involves a race sometime or another. I’m pretty excited about that and looking forward to when MM decides I’m ‘ready’ to race. I just know it won’t be anytime soon because of this dang Oklahoma heat!
The picture speaks for itself….the addiction has already begun.
Grades & Blood Loss :: Not the Ideal Day
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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.