So I was at home the past two days with a head cold of sorts. I lost my voice and figured I would be worthless at work anyway, considering the majority of my job is answering and returning Phone calls.
Can you imagine? *I answer the phone and all that comes out is a wheezy breath. The customer is confused and speaks up, "Hello?!" Then I respond with some heavy breathing....maybe I dial an S.O.S. signal.... either way it is Pretty Creepy if you ask me.*
While I was at home I was kind of preparing to see my old high school BFF. She had contacted me the day before I got sick (Tues) and said she wanted to hang out yesterday (Thurs). She lives in Minnesota and I haven't seen her for over a year. So I accept, of course, and go into cleaning mode. She's never been to my new house, so of course I want to make a good impression, so I clean like crazy, and make Joe mow the lawn. The day of the meeting I go home from work sick. I still plan on seeing her since I know it might be the last time I get to see her for years. About an hour before she is supposed to come over she calls me and cancels.
She said that her grandparents had driven in from out of town to see her, and she didn't expect them. So I understand and tell her its okay, but what I'm really thinking is.... "You cancelled on me last time." About 2 years ago she was in town again and wanted to see me, we made plans and then the day of she cancelled. So, there is some sort of conspiracy going on here.
I was, needless to say, depressed. Not only did I feel like perhaps it was an excuse, I wondered what exactly it was about me that she didn't like enough to make up an excuse not to see me. Why even contact me in the first place? My best friend from 7th grade until graduation... dumped me.
So while I was all depressed, I get a phone call from Jen. She called just to check in on me, since I wasn't at work again.
:) Just to check up on me.
Wow.
So I concluded that I am just spoiled.
Spoiled to have a friend like Jen who I can say and discuss anything with. A friend who always follows through on her plans with me, (even if she might be a tad late.) A friend that I can BE MYSELF with, that I don't have to compete for coolest/craziest person with. A friend that calls me, just to check up on me when I'm sick.
Oh, you don't have one of these?
That sucks... cause its FREAKING AWESOME!
\m/
Friday, June 5, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Everyone needs a little Whoopie
Whoa...
What were you thinking?
I was just talking about this cookie called a whoopie pie.

We live so far in the middle of nowhere, that we happen to have quite a few little Amish settlements around. There is a little Amish bakery, that I have dreams about sometimes, that makes these delightful little cookies. They are delicious. So moist they stick to each other, and filled with this whipped cream.
Mmmm, everyone needs a little whoopie now and again.
And yes....
that kind of whoopie too.
\m/
What were you thinking?
I was just talking about this cookie called a whoopie pie.
We live so far in the middle of nowhere, that we happen to have quite a few little Amish settlements around. There is a little Amish bakery, that I have dreams about sometimes, that makes these delightful little cookies. They are delicious. So moist they stick to each other, and filled with this whipped cream.
Mmmm, everyone needs a little whoopie now and again.
And yes....
that kind of whoopie too.
\m/
Thursday, May 28, 2009
friendly dynamics

it's funny how in life we go through rises and falls of friendship...it's not like i intentionally try to be hot and cold with people, but it's amazing how much friendlier your casual friends become once you agree to go to lunch with them. but a few weeks later, there won't be much to say other than small talk...
here at rae, i have tons of casual friends. in fact, we pretty much speak the same conversational small talk each and every day. "how are you?" "what'd you do last weekend?" "that shirt's cute, is it new?" and my personal favorite "havin fun yet?"
i say the same thing to the same blandly curious people every single day.
but not when i talk to mel, and for that i'll be forever grateful. i will never take for granted having a true friend that i can trust with any and every secret thing under the sun, and be free of judgement. how many of you people truly have a friend like that?
J.D.S.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Anniversary

Joe and I have officially been married for 3 years as of 7:15 pm last night.
To many, it may seem like we are still newlyweds.
To me, it's seemed like a lifetime.
Not in a bad way, its just hard to remember much before I met Joe.
This past weekend I went to Oklahoma City by myself for a personal shower/bachelorette party of a friend. It really made me reminisce about my wedding and the events that led up to it, also knowing my anniversary was just around the corner.
I drove to and from OKC that day by myself, so needless to say, I had a lot of time to think.
Marriage...what can I say about the institution?
It hasn't been easy. Jen knows this better than some, because she is my confidant.
As a girl we all think it's romance and beauty all the time; That we are going to be treated like princesses forever.
It isn't like that. I feel kind of like I should have been warned a little bit about the trials, and the difficulties that come along with a spouse.
Sure there are the wondrous days, laughing and spending time with your best friend and lover... but then there are the tough days, the deaths in the family, the money worries, the compromises and fights.
Its a humbling experience.
You learn to love someone more than you love yourself. That sounds like an easy feat, but in reality it isn't. You get out of bed to close the door at 4 a.m. for the dog, just so your spouse can sleep uninterrupted. You smile and nod to an undeterminable amount of boring talks about motors and mechanical things you can't even begin to comprehend. It seems like an endless amount of little nothings, but in the end they add up to be a love. A deep love that sacrifices.
"What Honey?!" She yells.
"Wawawawwawa"(His response in the background sounds much like the muted trumpet sound of the charlie Brown teacher)
"Sure I'll get you another beer!" She says, even though she's thinking he is much closer to the kitchen.
I wouldn't trade it for anything.
\m/
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Hurt, by Johnny Cash

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
[Chorus:]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
[Chorus:]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

Move Over Captain Kirk
So I know that most women would be swooning over the new James T. Kirk, in the new Star Trek movie. He's the ladies man, got the looks, and the dangerous attitude.

But Both Jen and I have to agree that we didn't think twice about him. The object of our attentions in this new movie you ask?
Why none other than SPOCK.

*SPOILER ALERT*
Its a little weird, this I know...but I found that every scene that he was in, made me like the movie that much more, and I even got a little breathless in one particular elevator scene where his student confesses her love for him, covering him with kisses. He doesn't move, but those actions spoke louder than if he had. I could feel the sizzle. (Afterall, his race isn't supposed to show emotion). But you could tell he had depths none of the others had.
Maybe is the ears.... or the cropped eyebrows.... or his obsession with logic....
but DAMN!
Move over Captain Kirk, SPOCK is the one for us.

But Both Jen and I have to agree that we didn't think twice about him. The object of our attentions in this new movie you ask?
Why none other than SPOCK.

*SPOILER ALERT*
Its a little weird, this I know...but I found that every scene that he was in, made me like the movie that much more, and I even got a little breathless in one particular elevator scene where his student confesses her love for him, covering him with kisses. He doesn't move, but those actions spoke louder than if he had. I could feel the sizzle. (Afterall, his race isn't supposed to show emotion). But you could tell he had depths none of the others had.
Maybe is the ears.... or the cropped eyebrows.... or his obsession with logic....
but DAMN!
Move over Captain Kirk, SPOCK is the one for us.
Monday, May 4, 2009
A River Runs Through It
Our town of Pryor, is basically one big flood plane. Any excessive amounts of rain, end up in Pryor x 10. So 3-6 inches will cover acres of fields, and turn them into lakes. All the water from the Higher lying towns and areas around us, accumulate here.



On Friday, our work was flooded, and they let everyone go early.
But where were we to go?
All the major highways out of Pryor were all flooded.
All the minor streets in Pryor were flooded.
We were basically made to stay at home and stay out of the way of the rescuers.
We wouldn't want to make extra work for them afterall.
I was actually a little afraid in a couple of areas in my TRUCK...With huge tires and a lift. There were little cars in ditches everywhere, and submerged.
Sometimes it pays to have a big Ass truck.



On Friday, our work was flooded, and they let everyone go early.
But where were we to go?
All the major highways out of Pryor were all flooded.
All the minor streets in Pryor were flooded.
We were basically made to stay at home and stay out of the way of the rescuers.
We wouldn't want to make extra work for them afterall.
I was actually a little afraid in a couple of areas in my TRUCK...With huge tires and a lift. There were little cars in ditches everywhere, and submerged.
Sometimes it pays to have a big Ass truck.
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