I'm not a big fan of drama. I like ordinary, plain, every day life. You know, the kind of life that Jim Carrey had in The Truman Show. Nothing wrong ever went down, you saw the same folks every day and they were nice and if you did get off course a little with a cute girl at a football game, men with cool headsets and black SUVs would come grab your ass and all of the sudden, that cute girl moved to Bangkok with her parents.
Life has not been so Truman Show lately. I had my first big stress out a few weeks ago when I learned that the office rumor was not so much a rumor, but actual fact. I will need to be looking for another job in a little bit. I'm sad about that because I love my job. I mean, I heart my job as much as a mom hearts a kid. A good kid, not the bad kid that shoots the neighbor's dog. My co-workers are my family and the thought of loosing that and having to start over, makes my stomach turn flips in uncertainty.
Also, I'm planning a wedding ceremony and that is a wee bit stressful. The 'perfect' restaurant for the rehearsal dinner is now not so 'perfect'. It's closed. Nice. Glad that douche took the time to write my name and number on the calender.
Today was not so great either. We are moving. Why? The powers that be say so. It's a long story that I really don't feel like writing about....
BUT through all of this I am hanging in there. I'm keeping a smile on my face and I've only had 1 major freak out that I very much regret. I'm blessed thought because Jonathan is forgiving and more than understanding. He's been amazing thorough all of this and I'm glad that one of us is being not so crazy in the moment because Lord knows I am.
On a lighter note....
I am such a baby whiny pants when it comes to scary movies and yet I love to watch them. I always wear my glasses while watching so that I have the ability to remove my seeing aids in a way that others are unaware of my chicken-ness. If I were to close my eyes or cover them, I would be made fun of. With the glasses, I simply scoot them down a bit so that I cannot see. Jonathan talked me into The American Haunting tonight. It was good. I only peed my pants 1 time and part of that was because the cat jumped up in Jonathan's lap where my head was laying. It was The Grudge all over again. Lately the TV gods have been really trying to scare me. As I sit here writing this post, the preview for The Messengers has come on TWICE. I try not to look, but out of the corner of my eye, I can see that little kid smooching his eyeballs in explaination of what he sees lurking in the corner of the barn. All I can say is, thank God I have someone to cuddle with tonight.

Who says that TV is not educational? I hardly ever watch it and I can name 10 things that I will take with me for life, stored in my brain to be spit out….all because I vegged on the couch watching the tube. So here you go kids. Sorry it's been a while since my last posting.

10 Things I learned while watching TV last night:

1. Steve Madden was in jail for 3 years for stock fraud. (wow, really? Still…great shoe ideas, except for those black ones that Jonathan thought were 'sexy' that don't so much like my feet).

2. Doctors are not suppose to be emotionally attached to their patients...even when they played that cute girl in Hope Floats but now plays a girl who's backside looks like the scary sister Rachel from Pet Semetary…still does not qualify you to give 300,000 bones anomously out of the 8.7 million that your hella cute fiance left you.

3. Kissing a cute younger guy can be a lot of fun, especially when he was that nerdy macaroni and cheese eating fool from The Wedding Planner.

4. The History Channel taught me all about illegal drugs last night. Where they came from and when, who uses them, and allllllllll the trouble you can get into for partaking in them, but it was always pointed out that they are supposidly very entertaining.

5. In the statement 'Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll'….the 'drug' that Chas Jankel (learned the writer's name on Wikipedia) was refering to was LSD.

6. Eva Longoria loves to have color color color….mostly red. AND she has a hair stylist, a makeup stylist (who was kinda scary), and a fashion stylist (with no hair and always sports big sunglasses) who call themselves 'Team Eva'.

7. There was a guy in the east somewhere who killed his girlfriend's parents and drank their blood kinda like a margartia.

8. Jada Smith usually picks out Will Smith's outfits. Sometimes she gives him a choice, but he usually sits patiently on the bed while she showers, anxiously awaiting her choice of outfit for the evening....I had a doll like that when I was younger.

9. The reason a condom wrapper is so hard to open is so the woman has a last shot to back out of the forthcoming act if she so desires.

10. Honey Wheat Tortillas with some turkey in them are a very tasty (and healthy) brainfood snack when you are watching mad doses of TV and worring about the wedding dress fitting o' so snug.

Inspiration for this list: The Style Network, The History Channel, Seinfeld, Grey's Anatomy

This weekend was all about the wedding. I met with the wedding planner on Saturday morning, armed with my planning book. I walked away with a totally different flower choice, decoration schemes, a cake maker and a bit of a headache from all the girly wedding stuff.
On to the fun part….wedding registry. You give the jewerly clerk your driver's license, they give you a gun, you scan every little (or big) item that your heart desires and it is stored for others to view and you hope that each and every one of your items are purchased. I only got to scan a few items though because Jonathan was a gun hog. I guess it made him feel all manly and such but dang it, I like to pretend that everything I scan is going to magically appear at our apartment too. I got over it because he did let me pick out everything exactly how I wanted it, except the blender. He picked the blender.

I was proud that we did not go overboard on things. Yes, secretly you want the $54 digital iron and the Black and Decker super toaster that toasts 8 pieces at a time, but then you remember you have no cabinet space and rarely is toast toasted 8 pieces at a time, and you refrain from this idea.

During our journey of scanning, we found a new bedroom suite on sale for $105. It was pretty, it was black finish, it was perfect. It matched our whole bedroom.
We decided not to put this on the list and to just go ahead and purchase it. After a trip to the car with the electronics guy's measuring tape, Jonathan determined that yes, it will fit in my car and yes it will be an uncomfortable ride back to Little Rock, but it's worth it.
Two of Wal-Mart's finest loaded it into my car for us and we couldn't have been happier.
Until we got home and realized it was brown. Dark chocolate to be exact.
The smart folks over at the packaging plant decided to play a little bit of a joke on the consumer. Hardy har har, guys. Hardy har har. The box says 'black finish'. The sticker on the box says 'dark chocolate'. I have news for them, it's BROWN.
After another trip to Wal-Mart and a few discussions later, we decided that it was too good of a deal and that we would keep it and paint it.
The next day, Jonathan made his pilgrimage to Home Depot and talked to a young man employeed by this establishment who told him about paint and primer and also offered some advice about not bringing 'big girls home' for 'fun' in the platform bed because he had done so in college and this 'big girl' and himself broke the bed in their 'fun'.

Thanks!

We dressed in some bummy clothes and invaded his parent's garage. It started off kinda cute with our 1st project together. We sat up the radio, got drinks and prepared for an afternoon of priming and painting. The cuteness wore off about 5 pm when the primer was looking a little funky and the garage hit 30 below. I painted and painted till I was famished. We breaked, ate and I did not realize how tired we both were...

Until the Indian raindance.


We were painting quitely to ourselves and I got some paint on my finger. Perfect time to some some painting on a face. Jonathan beat me to it. 'Come here a second' he says. (I see the paint on his fingers). I ask why and he says he wants a kiss. The kiss leads into us almost jabbing each other in the eye with our finger. We wound up looking like Indian Warriors.

Now, I love my honey. He's very intelligent and can hold a conversation with anyone and has an opinion about everything but last night, he lost it. He grabbed a stick and started doing a raindance and spearing the buffalo. His mother thought we had rolled some fat ones in the garage or something because we were both painted on, and laughing histerically. This story would not be complete without the visuals. Enjoy.

My nugget misses me. Last night my sister called me and said that my niece was sitting waiting patiently to talk to me. She had been saying 'duh' (which is short for Manda for you slow folks) repetitively.
Sara asked her where 'duh' was. My little nugget Brianna pointed to Sara's pink Razor phone. Sara politely picked it up and called me. This story of course made me a little teary-eyed and my heart twinged because I miss her so.
I did have a lovely conversation with her though.
Nugget: Hi
Me: Hey Brianna, I love you
Brianna: hablahboogoooblee
(Sara in the background….'say party')
Nugget: PARTY!!!!!
Me: Ah you said party
Nugget: PARTY!!!
Me: What are you doing? You having fun? I miss you
Nugget: DUH DUH DUH
Seriously, I heart that kid.

Justin and Cameron
Of course I am kidding, but what a fun topic for discussion at the office.

Co-worker, Ryan (yes this is the underwire Ryan) and I were chatting today when we were asked by our manager, who had just arrived on the scenes of the office, "what have I missed today?"
Ryan: not a lot really
Me: Well, Cameron and Justin split
Ryan: Oh yeah, that's right!
Manager: Well good for her, I mean, he looked like an oversized q-tip or something. I don't know what people see in him.
Ryan: Well, he is bringing sexy back.
I bout pissed myself.