Thursday, June 25, 2009

A Throw-back Thursday


Who remembers these?

SLAP BRACELETS! I freakin' loved these things. I wish I still had mine; I'd rock those babies with my hospital scrubs, for real. My favorite was a hot pink one with yellow stars on it. Pretty sure I had a pink t-shirt with puff-paint and hot pink shoelaces to match. Too cool for school.

My friend Cass and I used to swap slap bracelets. You know how your friends' things always seemed nicer than yours? We would each get a new one, brag about it on the phone to each other, then go to school the next day and realize the other's was better than our own. Swap.

And look, they're still hanging around.

I think the Bon Jovi one is calling my name...

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Home Improvement

MAN our house "to-do" list keeps getting longer. I seem to find something else to fix or improve every day. Some days I love the house. Other days it's referred to as the rat hole. I usually only call it that in my head. But yesterday Alan said it too-- he emailed me that he unpacked the last of his boxes in the man cave, and that we are now officially moved into our rat hole. Only took two years.

Sunday the house was definitely a rat hole, because one of the puppies had gotten sick on the floor...and I stepped in it right after getting out of bed. Then I found ants in the kitchen. And in the bathroom. Then I tripped over a box of bathroom stuff, because our bathroom is under construction. I just got in the shower and cried like a spoiled brat. Because I do that when I get mad, or feel guilty.

I feel guilty because I want to move out of the rat hole (I really only call it that a couple of days a month, I swear) and get a high-rise apartment in a city, a charming little beach house, and an antique, sprawling farm house on a bunch of land with cows, chickens, horses, pigs, ducks, etc. City house, beach house, country/farm house.

But for now, or until we strike oil, I'm emailing the sweet husband his honey-do list for the summer.

And a special message to Sommer, who mentioned that her dreams have been absurd lately: Last night I dreamed that Owen Wilson knocked on my front door with some helium balloons. I grabbed on to them, and we flew all over the city of Ruston, mocking people below us.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Otter-lion meets Retriever-Beaver

I had a couple of conversations over the weekend with a best friend that got me curious about this test. I took it once in college but wanted to try again. I have otter-lion tendencies. I also convinced Alan to take it--which he pretended to be annoyed by, but secretly enjoyed. He's a retriever/beaver. No surprises there. We are opposites in so many ways--but you can see how it works. If you're wondering why I'm comparing my husband and myself to weird animals, you should take the test. I've always been a sucker for these things. I'm briefly reminded of my high school years of buying Seventeen just for the quizzes, so my friends and I could find out if we were good kissers and if our boyfriends were cheating on us.

Here's the deal with the animals. Of course, they are not absolute. A personality test about beavers and lions does not define you. For instance, I do think Alan is dependable, but I would never call him self-centered. But I think it's fun and self-reflective. I think the two you score highest in are your most dominant, but obviously you may have traits from each category.

Lion (Choleric/Dominance)
Strengths: Visionary, practical, productive, strong-willed, independent, decisive, leader.

Weaknesses: Cold, domineering, unemotional self-sufficient, unforgiving, sarcastic, cruel.

Lions: “Do it now!”, “What’s the point?” Their environment is filled with lots of projects, awards on the wall, large calendar, office furniture arranged in a formal way. They gain security by control. Their pace is fast and decisive. They need a climate that responds. They’re irritated by wasted time, unpreparedness, arguing, blocking results. For growth they need to appear less critical, respect people’s personal worth, develop tolerance for conflict, pace themselves. Avoid attacking his/her character, telling them what to do, presenting win-lose scenarios.

Otter (Sanguine/Influence)
Strengths: Outgoing, responsive, warm, friendly, talkative, enthusiastic, compassionate.

Weaknesses: Undisciplined, unproductive, exaggerates, egocentric, unstable.

Otters: “Trust me!”, “Lighten up!” Their environment is cluttered, awards and slogans on the wall, personal pictures, friendly. They gain security by flexibility. Their pace is fast and spontaneous. Their need a climate that collaborates. They’re irritated by too many facts, too much logic, boring tasks, same old approach, routine, being alone, ignoring their opinions. For growth they need to respect priorities, more logical approach, follow through, get better organized, concentrate on the task at hand. Avoid negativism, rejection, arguing with them.

Golden Retriever (Phlegmatic/Steadiness)
Strengths: Calm, easy-going, dependable, quiet, objective, diplomatic, humorous.

Weaknesses: Selfish, stingy, procrastinator, unmotivated, indecisive, fearful, worrier.

Golden Retrievers: “Why change?”, “Let’s work together!” Their environment has family pictures, slogans on the wall, personal items, relaxed friendly decorations. They gain security by having close relationships. Their pace is slow and easy. They need a climate that processes. They’re irritated by pushy and aggressive behavior, insincerity, being put on the spot, disrupting the status quo. For growth they need to take risks, delegate to others, confront, develop confidence in others, learn to change and adapt. Avoid conflict, sudden unplanned risky changes, overloading, confusing them.

Beaver (Melancholy/Compliance)
Strengths: Analytical, self-disciplined, industrious, organized, aesthetic, sacrificing.

Weaknesses: Moody, self-centered, touchy, negative, unsociable, critical, revengeful.

Beavers: “Do it right!”, “Prove it!” Their environment is structured and organized, charts and graphs, functional decor, formal seating arrangement. They gain security by preparation. Their pace is slow and systematic. They need a climate that describes. They’re irritated by people who do not know what they are talking about, lack of attention to detail, surprises, unpredictability. For growth they need to make faster decisions, tolerate conflict, learn to compromise, adjust to change and disorganization. Avoid criticizing, blunt personal questions, incomplete or inaccurate recommendations with them.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

As Seen on TV

Why do I love, LOVE infomercial products? Mom-- I know you're reading this. Did you do this to me? I remember Ben and I wanting desperately to buy you that pasta pot with the collander-lid, some sort of mop-devil thing, and those scissors that can apparently cut through pennies. Come to think of it, my Pawpaw Benny fell sucker to the Mighty Putty (I know you've seen this one). He wasn't impressed, but I couldn't wait to get my hands on it. He gave us what he had leftover, and I'm just waiting on the perfect time to use it. I also remember my Mawmaw making a few "As Seen On TV" purchases.

So it seems as though this is a genetic disorder that I have.

Lately I've been downright obsessed with getting that Topsy-turvy tomato plant thing. Maybe because I had sour luck growing them the traditional way...you know, in a right-side up pot. My "Big Boys" were more the size of golf balls, and some sort of creature took a huge bite out each before I could pick them.

I actually got these way-cool clothes hangers recently. Due to a combination of my closet being the size of a shoe box and my having too many hang-up clothes, this seemed like a nice solution. It was. I now have ample space to fill with new clothes. **Alan shakes his head in amazement**

This is one I always wanted as a kid. I tried to do it on my own once, but my hair ended up in a knot. I should have asked my Mawmaw; she would have ordered it for me, no doubt.

One of the things I'm a little grossed out by is this. Sorry, but those are foot flakes inside that thing. Because of my genetic infomercial disease, I still sort of want to buy it. But officially, I'm disgusted.

Ohhh, Magic Bullet. I dream of making salsa with you. If only I could get that tomato upside downer plant, you might find yourself a cozy home in my kitchen.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Lattes, Barne's & Noble, and Sunscreen

Thought I would grace your eyes and mind with some of life's questions I've been pondering this week. Because I haven't cooked or been creative in weeks on account of working crap loads of overtime, so no recipes or projects for you people today.

Why does the mere SIGHT of my Frothy Monkey Friday latte being made make my Fridays such GOOD DAYS? Maybe it's the promise of the weekend...or the anticipation of going out with my sister and friends tonight. Or that it's sunny outside without a cloud in the sky and my office has HUGE windows. Maybe it's the double-latte.

How come as soon as I walk into Barne's & Noble, I have to use the little girls' room? TMI?

Why do I sneeze when I walk outside? This one I actually have answer to. It's due to a genetic trait called photic sneezing, which explains why all my brothers and sisters do it too. Weird.

Why do babies eat dog food when there are perfectly good human snacks within reach?

How do I keep losing socks? I swear I buy a new 10-pack every month. I like the no-show ankle socks for running and work and all that. And I'm down to two pair. Again.

How had I not heard the goodness that is Kings of Leon until my brother burned the CD for me last weekend?

Why does the smell of a sunscreen give me the strong, sudden urge to to ride around in a jeep all day with Heather, go fishing with my dad, drink banana daquiris on the beach with my sister, play on the lake all day with my family? (I know the answer to this one too)