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I Will Sleep When I’m Done With This Post

(I apologize, it’s a long one…)

It’s 10:31pm on Sunday night and I’m sitting in bed, typing away on my rockin’ new laptop. I just got back from the movie theater. Well, actually we’ve been back for a little while but I had to take Rookie outside and I had to brush my teeth and then I had to cut my fingernails because they were so long that I feared that I could be mistaken for a lady of the night. Minus the fishnet pantyhose and clear plastic stilettos. And the whole slut thing. 

We saw Julie & Julia. If you haven’t seen it, don’t worry. I’m not going to spoil anything. There are no surprises in this movie. Such is the case for all true stories. Nobody was shocked when the Titanic hit the iceberg. Or when Rudy made the team. So don’t get mad at me if I happen to let it slip that Julia Child got her cookbook published.

I don’t go to the movies often. I don’t like them very much. I think it’s because I’m not very creative. I have a hard time “playing along” with the story lines. But every now and then, there is a movie that comes out that I get excited about. I remember seeing the preview for Julie & Julia. I can’t, for the life of me, remember what movie it was that we were seeing at the time. But I do remember looking over at Stephen and saying, “Oh my gosh. Oh. my. gosh. OH MY GOSH!” I fell in love with the story before I saw it.

I have a job that isn’t very stimulating. Now please, please, please don’t get me wrong. I do not take my job for granted. I am extremely appreciative of it and I know how lucky I am to have a secure job in this economy. But there are very few days at my job when I actually get to be creative. That’s not what they hired me for. And that’s okay. Really.

So that’s why I come here. That’s why I, day in and day out, sit before my blank screen and will the words to come. And then after the words have come (however fun, boring, entertaining, or ridiculous they may be) I will you to come. Hello online world, come here. Come see what I’ve written.

Now if you haven’t seen the movie and you don’t want to read any of the one liners or know anything about it, feel free to quit reading now. Like I said, I’m not going to ruin anything for you, but I can understand if you don’t want to know even the slightest bit. If that’s you, push that little “x” at the top of your screen and then come back tomorrow when we’ll discuss something else.

For the rest of you, let me say this. I love this movie. Actually, I don’t think that “love” is an appropriate word. I adore this movie. I will own this movie. I will watch it over and over until I have memorized it the way that I have memorized You’ve Got Mail. Because I love stories that are centered on words. I love words. I love words that make a beautiful story. Especially a relatable story.

On the way home from the movie, after smiling for approximately 123 minutes, I turned to Stephen and said, “I loved that movie. Like, a lot.” He smiled and said, “I know you did. I knew you would. Why did you love it? Is it because you saw you in it? Like, sometimes verbatim?”

I think many of you reading this can relate. Many of you are also bloggers. We are people who love to write but never do it because we have this terrible fear that we will spend thousands of hours of our lives writing something that someone in some big office will decide isn’t worth it. We’ll pour our heart into something and get a letter back in return that is so politely written, yet tears us apart in the worst ways possible.

So we blog. We blog, as Julie’s husband said, because we can just write and then press “enter” and then it’s out there. Nobody can tell us no. And nobody can take it away from us. And there is something about that freedom that is, well, freeing.

There are so many conversations and lines from the movie that are so familiar. I laughed out loud when Julie claimed to have ADD because she needs short term goals. And maybe that’s why she’s never been good at cleaning. Oh girl, me too. Me too. And I can totally relate to her when she told her husband “Today my blog got 12 comments and they were all from people I don’t know!” And it hurt my heart a little bit when they fought and he told her how narcissistic she was and that her readers could live without her. And while that’s true, it’s hurtful.

It’s very possible that I would still write each day even if nobody took the time to read. But I truly enjoy the friendships I’ve made because of this blog. Even those of you I’ve never met. I just love getting to know everyone. And like Julie, when you take the time to comment, it makes my day.  

I’m doing my best to make some sort of point here or at least come to some sort of an end. The point is just that I loved this movie so much that I’m inspired and giddy. Stephen just asked “What are you writing?” My blog. “Oh, what’s it about?” I told him it was about the movie. He asked, “Do you want to put a PayPal account on there?” Well, hmm, seeing as I”m not purchasing things that will directly benefit my readers, no. If I put a PayPal account on here I think I would need to grow my fingernails back out because the money exchange would surely be something shady. Very much like a lady of the night.

Minus the slut part again. Always minus the slut part.

August 17, 2009 at 8:59 am 23 comments

Seven Quick Takes (vol.2)

I’m back for round 2. I got quite a few comments last week so I’m assuming yall like an occasional random post. Works for me! FYI- you can click on this picture and it’ll take you to a list of other people who take part in 7 Quick Takes. You know, in case you need even more randomness on you Friday.


This has been a weird week.. insurancely speaking. First there was the awful Dear John letter. Only it was Dear Chelsea and Stephen. And it was Love, Nationwide. That’s getting settled, by the way. No worries. On Wednesday I got a call from my sister-in-law. They are in the process of changing their homeowner’s insurance as well. I don’t know the full details but either the old insurance company or the new one asked her “Is Chelsea Rosenhagen still living with you? If not, we need proof of new residency and we’ll need to get her off of you policy.” Umm… what?! I’ve never lived with my sister-in-law. Or my brother. I’ve never had my name on any homeowner’s insurance policy before Stephen and I bought Hurst Castle. And Chelsea Rosenhagen hasn’t been my name in over two years. So very, very weird. We can’t figure it out.

I got my laptop. (It’s the Acer Aspire Timeline, 14.1″… because I know you’ll ask.) So anyways, that means I started my book. It’s hard. Really, really hard. I’m sure there is some method for writing books that is more advanced than mine. I use the method where you have no idea what is going to happen. You just write, delete, write, eat chocolate, backspace, have some wine, write, stare, moan, write, save, etc. I’ll let you know how it works out for me.

Stephen walked in to the formal living room where I had set up shop and said, “So are you going to be known as that writer who drinks wine and eats M&M’s for her best ideas?” I can think of worse things to be known for.

Remember Sophie? Here’s another picture.


From what I can understand, she’s trying to chew off her thumb so that her daddy doesn’t make her be an Aggie. They are a house divided and she so desperately wants to be a Longhorn that she seems to be going to extreme measures.

I’d very much like to curl up in a comfy chair with a good book and a cup of coffee. Bonus points if it’s raining.

So, yeah. To answer all of the comments from yesterday. Yes I have gray hair. No, it’s not my entire head. But there are quite a few in there. Many a time people will say, “No! You don’t have gray hair.” Then I bend my hair down and tell them to look closer. “Where? OH! Oh my gosh. That’s like, a lot. Wow.” Yeah. It’s not that I’m opposed to gray hair, I’m just opposed to gray hair at the age of 24. It started a few years ago. Seriously, who starts going gray at 21? Me. That’s who. I’m still convinced that I’m actually older than my parents say I am. Here’s a post from a long time ago that tells you why.

I’m having some horrible lower back pain and lower abdomen pain. It started subtly a few days ago but this morning it’s pretty painful. I am SO SO SO hoping that I don’t have another cyst. I’ll give it about 2 days and if it doesn’t go away, I’m going to the doctor. I don’t tell you this for sympathy or concern. I tell you this because it is one of the 7 random things on my mind. I’m not too worried. I have random ailments all the time. They usually amount to nothing.

I can’t stand Nickleback, Coldplay, or Shania Twain. And 90% of the time I can’t stand Beyonce.

That is all.

I hope everyone has a great weekend and you come back on Monday to tell me all about it. I will have a wonderful weekend assuming that this pain isn’t actually a cyst that is going to rupture.

August 14, 2009 at 9:46 am 21 comments

Sunday Nights with Bob Saget

There are things that we hold onto from our childhood that probably aren’t nearly as cool as we thought they were back them. Like Fun Dip or cannon balls. They really aren’t that exciting, but we remember them so fondly. Who doesn’t want to revisit their youth and play with a My Little Pony or a slap bracelet?! Who am I kidding, slap bracelets are still cool! Except when the fabric starts to tear and the sharp metal pokes you and gives you tetanus.

One of my favorite memories as a child was our Sunday night routine. For a few years, each Sunday night was the same. My mom would make a pan of nachos and we’d sit in front of the television and watch Superman and America’s Funniest Home Videos. This probably explains my love for Dean Cain. And melted shredded cheese.

My sister sent me a message om Sunday night with a picture of a pan of nachos. It read, “Sunday night nachos. Times have changed a bit… I’m drinking a beer.” I was consumed with nostalgia. I love the feeling of  everything changing but a few things, somehow, remaining the same. (I wish it could be my hair color that stayed the same, things aren’t quite as fun with gray hair.)

Little has changed at our household either. I still love America’s Funniest Home Videos. I’ve seen most of the episodes, but that doesn’t make it any less hilarious. Stephen and I can watch that show and laugh until we cry. One of our favorite segments is Tom’s Home Videos. They put Tom Bergeron’s head on the victim’s body and make all of these exaggerated faces. I’m sure that if I had a sense of humor that was more mature than that of a ten year old girl, I wouldn’t find it nearly as funny. But I’m just that simple. And a Tom Bergeron bobble head crawling in a sprinkler is hilarious to me.

Last night as Stephen was setting up my new laptop, we were watching a rerun of the 300th episode. They pulled out the best videos for this episode. They have this segment on there called The Naughty Files. It’s a bunch of videos that are gross or semi-inappropriate. Babies projectile vomiting, a dog’s butt tightening each time he barks, a monkey getting…excited… with a zoo-goer, etc. I always think it’s so funny that people have their video cameras around to catch these things. I bet I could get some great stuff if I was just prepared for it.

Last night we would have had our very own contribution to The Naughty Files. As I was making dinner, I heard that Stephen got a phone call. He walked outside and was pacing up and down the walkway while he was talking. He came inside and continued to play around on my computer. All of a sudden, it hit me. He was wearing a button down and his boxers. Oh how I wish I could hear the neighbor’s talking. “You know that house that used to have the nasty cherub statue in their front yard? Yeah, well its gotten worse. The man of the house was walking around outside in his underwear. In broad daylight. He was on the phone. And pacing. I’m sure the HOA would love to hear about this.”

Excuse me while I go bake some goodies for the neighbors in an effort to keep them from reporting my husband for indecent exposure. And I think I’ll head to the store and pick up a video camera. I’m just one random comment away from being a $10,000 winner.

August 13, 2009 at 8:45 am 12 comments

Not On Our Side

I spent last weekend with two of my college girlfriends. I picked Lyndsey up from the airport after work and we met up in Galveston and started chatting in the kitchen. An hour and a half later, I passed out on the floor because I was starving and had no energy. They picked me up and hauled me off to the closest restaurant and poured a Bud Light and some crab dip down my throat. I was as good as new.

Just kidding about the passing out. Not kidding about any of the other stuff.

Besides the TGI Friday’s style waiter and the fly in my beer, we had a great evening. We headed back to the house to chat some more. Hours and hours of talking. That’s what we do. Of course Kelly fell asleep a few times mid conversation. I don’t know how she does it. She looks so peaceful and fast asleep but she randomly wakes up to tell us important things like how sleepy she is or how much she doesn’t like the word “panties” in certain contexts. Minimal alcohol was consumed, she’s really that random.

We went to sleep in one of the beautiful Bella Rose suites and woke up the next morning around 10. We went to breakfast where we talked some more. Then we went to the beach and talked some more. We discussed the fact that we were thrilled to be able to sit around together and speak our random thoughts and observations without judgement.

Lyndsey and Kelly are single chicks. I’d love to say that I’m announcing that so that all of the wonderful men reading this could be intrigued and ask me for their phone numbers so that they can pursue them and court them and woo them. But seeing as the only men that read this are either related to me or forced to read this by their wives (shoutout Mike!), I don’t think that’ll happen. But back to the topc at hand, more than any other item, the thing we discussed the most were boy issues. When these came up, I was usually on the listening end of it. They weren’t very interested in my stories about how I’ll ask Stephen to fold towels while he’s watching Stephen Colbert and he’ll stand in front of the television with his mouth open holding the towel in mid fold for 30 minutes. Apparently my problems are dumb, old lady problems.

They have no idea.

So we discussed boys. We talked about certain shady boys in their lives. Boys that profess their feelings but end up having girlfriends. Boys that apparently don’t know that cell phones were originally intended for calling people, and that texting should not be the only way you contact someone. (For the record, I think that a man who only texts is weak. I think it’s wimpy and shady and it’s ruining our society. And yes, I told the girls this. I’m not talking crap behind their backs. I talk crap in front of their backs, that’s what friends do.) We had a few discussions about “this is the text he sent, what does that mean?” It was exhausting. My heart went out for my friends. They are such awesome girls, they don’t deserve wimpy boys.

I ended my weekend being extremely thankful I didn’t have to deal with that. I never have to wonder if Stephen really likes me or what he meant by his text. I never have to wonder if he’s about to break up with me or if I should break up with him. The only text interpretation I have to do is decode a word that his T9 messed up. The only time I have to wonder if he still likes me is after I make a random, inventive dinner and make him eat it.

On Monday, as I was still coming off my high from my wonderful girl’s weekend, I was flipping through the mail. Real Simple, Kroger’s coupons, Sam’s Card renewal, and wait… what’s this? Something from Nationwide? We pay our bill online, what could the be sending me that would require them to say “Important Document” on the envelope. I opened it and the burden of rejected instantly fell upon me.

insurance letter 2 

Can you see it? Look at the BOLD. “Based on our latest review, we have made the decision to not renew your policy, effective at the end of your policy term.” Regardless of what Nationwide may say on their commercials, they are no longer on our side. They are dropping us. We are too risky for them. Too much drama, I suppose. So it’s over, just like that. Not via text, as I’m sure they feared we’d interpret it incorrectly. They brought rejection to us via USPS on a silver platter… but without the silver platter.

August 12, 2009 at 10:01 am 13 comments

I Feel Sorry For You

Not all of you. But some of you.

I feel sorry for all of you that don’t live in Texas. I just can’t imagine.

We have so much pride here. Being a Texan is an identity. It’s a calling. It’s a blessing on our lives. We don’t take it for granted that God has put us in this great state. Every Texan that has moved has always said, “But I’ll be back.”

The truth is that we love it here. We love the views and sunsets and beaches. We love the fact that you can drive all day and still be on Texas soil. We love that no matter where we go, if we run into another Texan, we’re instantly bonded. We love that we can claim people like Matthew McConaughey, Sandra Bullock, Janis Joplin, Nolan Ryan, George Strait, Tommy Lee Jones, Luke and Owen Wilson, Steve Martin, Ron White, Beyonce, Roger Clemens (although we may not really want to claim him anymore), and I could go on and on.

We have the hill country, ranches, the Mexican border (and consequently, the most amazing Tex-Mex food you’ll ever bite into). We have rivers, lakes, and beaches. We have NASA, The University of Texas, the Houston Medical Center, and so many brilliant people in one concentrated area. We have our own brand of music. All of our colleges have hand signs. We have countless Texas songs that we learn as children.

I don’t ever want to leave this state. For all of you non-Texans that say “What’s the big deal?” that is exactly why I don’t want to leave. I don’t ever want to live in a state where 5 year olds don’t know the state song, bird, flower, capital, and tree. (Texas Our Texas, Mocking Bird, Bluebonnet, Austin, Pecan.) Did you know the state gem is Texas Blue Topaz? Did you know that my birthstone is Topaz? Coincidence? I think not.

I don’t ever want to live in a state where it’s not common to see people with button downs designed to look like their state flag.

tx shirt

I didn’t say it was recommended. I just said it was common.

Listen, I could go on and on. But I won’t. Ironically, my “I love Texas” post is going to be one of the shortest I’ve written. But I think I’ve made my point. We have so much to offer. We have cattle and city life. We have hot women and men in Wranglers. We have big trucks and big hair. We have deep rooted friendships and polite men.

But most importantly, we have this guy…

that guy

August 11, 2009 at 9:42 am 21 comments

The Great Debate

There are so many issues that we, as a country, cannot agree on. Things that are personal and effect us to our very core if someone disagrees. Relationships have ended, friendships have broken. But we all know that there are some issues we have to hold tight to. And we don’t apologize for these opinions. They are just way too important. Where do you stand on these?

Creamy or crunchy?

SUV or car?

Baseball players: Socks up or socks down?

Coke or Pepsi?

Edward or Jacob?

Dogs or cats?

Yankees or Sox?

Backstreet Boys or N’Sync?
…what? Nobody argues over that anymore?

Bud or Miller?

Paper or plastic?

Aniston or Jolie?

The list goes on and on. For the record, here is where I stand on these issues… Creamy, SUV, Socks Up, Dr. Pepper, Edward, Dogs, old school Yankees (Now? Neither. I’m an equal opportunity hater), Backstreet Boys, Bud, Cloth (with an occasional plastic so Stephen can use them for lunch boxes), Aniston.

I’m sorry if our friendship cannot survive this. It’s who I am. I do not apologize for this.

But over the weekend I discovered that there is a debate that may never be resolved. Even on a personal level. After going in circles on the topic, I got so frustrated with myself that I spent $7.25 on a another Bud Light to settle my mind. I’m curious about your opinion.

The Topic: Greatest George Strait Song.

It’s hard, I know. Over the weekend I was lucky enough to go to the George Strait concert. On the way there, Lyndsey and I were discussing our favorite song. Each time we thought we had it figured out, another song would come on the radio and we’d change our mind. I don’t think we are the only people who suffer from this inability to make a decision. He’! So so good.

In case you were wondering, the concert was fabulous. He didn’t sing a few songs that I wish he’d sung, but I guess when you have 48297 #1 hits, you can’t please everyone. But I was never displeased. Example:

Lyndsey: I’m going to go to the bathroom right now because I don’t like this song.
Chelsea: I’m sorry… what?
Lyndsey: I’m going to go to the bathroom right now because this song isn’t my favorite.

Her second statement is much more accurate. There are a few of his songs that I don’t prefer, but I would never be such an idiot to say that I don’t like them.

Lyndsey decided her favorite was The Chair. Excellent choice, my friend. I don’t know a whole lot about music but typically, isn’t there something called a chorus, refrain, verse, etc? This song has none of those. I think. It’s just a story… A wonderful, make-your-heart-flutter story. But a story nonetheless. But George can do that. He’s The King.

So after hours of deliberation, I finally chose a favorite. I feel good knowing that it was the first song that came to mind when I first started trying to pick. My favorite is Cheyenne. It’s a beautiful song. And while I’m not a cowgirl and may not understand a rider’s mentality, I think it’s a great picture of a cowboy’s (not so) conflicted love for his lifestyle. “I’m sorry it’s come down to this. There’s so much about you that I’m going to miss. But it’s alright, baby. If I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.” Love it. Love it. Love it!

What about you? Can you decide? I tried a new fancy poll. But I only included 8 songs. Weigh in. If your song isn’t there, add it in the comments. And if it is there, go ahead and vote and then tell me why it’s your favorite. I’m so very curious!!

August 10, 2009 at 9:37 am 21 comments

Seven Quick Takes (vol.1)

One of my favorite bloggers, DebbieQ, does this each Friday. It’s very similar to my Rainy Day posts, but it looks like you’re intentionally writing 7 random things… instead of making a list of random crap because you can’t come up with anything better. I’m not sure that I’ll be doing this every Friday since I’m not very reliable, but I’m going to give it a go!


I have a message for all companies that aren’t NASA. We, here in Houston, don’t think it’s clever when your ads say space related things. We think it’s dumb. You aren’t the first person to do this, you aren’t inventive. Inserting your product into “Houston, we have a _______” is stupid. So so stupid. And McDonalds, please pull the ads that say “HOUSTON: The Angus Has Landed.” Seriously. We don’t read those ads and think, “Wow. McDonalds really understands us! They are really speaking our language…” You look like an idiot. Please stop.

Just in case anyone is keeping score in the Who Has The Best Husband contest, you can stop counting now. Mine wins. Not only did he clean the heck out of the kitchen last night, but my hubby snuck a card in my purse this morning for me to find at work. And for those of you who know him, you know that he writes fantastic cards! You don’t get to see what he wrote but you can see the card he picked out… The front says “hello :)”


Have I mentioned that my love languages are Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation?? My love cup is full!

At what age do the tiny fly-aways go away. When my hair is in a ponytail, I look like I’ve been electrocuted. I have these bits of hair around my face that don’t seem to grow. I don’t know what to do about them. I have a half curl on the left side so not only does it stick out, but it curls a bits. It’s awful. I feel like I’m already paying my “bad hair dues” since I’m 24 and have gray hair. Isn’t that enough God???

Dear Mariah and Eminem,

We don’t care.


I seriously think I have carpal tunnel. Or something like that. My right hand ring finger and pinky are almost always in pain. They often tingle. Sometimes the pain shoots all the way up to my elbow. By the end of the day, I want to cut my arm off. I’m not really sure what to do about this. And please don’t say “get off the computer” because that’s really not an option. And I really don’t think the appropriate answer is “take a few ibuprofen” because I’m really not into taking 2 pills, three times a day for the rest of my life. Does anyone have any real advice?

I was sort of curious if there would be any hospitalizations or deaths after yesterday’s Twitter issues. Seems like these people have become surgically attached to their iPhones and Blackberries. I don’t understand Twitter. It’s annoying. I wish there was a way that I could tell facebook to filter out the crappy tweets. Please don’t tell me what people are eating, where they are driving, when they are going to bed, what they are saying to other Tweeters, and other things with “@” or “#” in it. Seriously people. There is such thing as privacy… and that’s saying a lot coming from me. You guys know a lot about me but you don’t know everything… trust me.

I’ve said this before I will probably have to say it again – Just because I hate Twitter, does not mean I hate you. (It just means that I honestly couldn’t care less what you JUST did and what you are ABOUT to do. And please don’t refer to your friends as @_____. Use their names!)


I’m copying DebbieQ’s #7. I am also attached to my planner. It is always in my purse. I am VERY picky about the planner that I use. I have found that I am already in need of a 2010 planner. I have a sticky note in the back of my 2009 planner for 2010 events. It’s full. I am having a bit of anxiety about the planner that I just ordered because I’ve never seen it in real life. I must’ve been drunk because normal, sober Chelsea would NEVER commit to a planner without holding it, turning it’s pages, testing the size and paper quality, and holding it up against me in the mirror. I hope I don’t regret this decision. Stay tuned.

There you go. There are 7 things you could have lived without knowing. Except #2. (Stephen really is great.) Hmm, also, I think you needed to know number 1… and 5… and 6. And really, Mariah and Eminem… really.

August 7, 2009 at 9:45 am 20 comments

Rainy Day Thoughts

Back in the day I decided I would randomly do “Rainy Day” posts. I keep a post in my drafts where I put random thoughts. Once it gets to a certain point, I post it. It’s difficult to come up with the appropriate time to post it. I have to find a balance between entertainment and “seriously, what is she thinking?!” Here it is… hoping I didn’t cross that line!

-I am FINALLY done painting our bedroom. It looks fantastic. Well, mostly. I still have a ways to go before it looks the way I want it, but at least the walls are painted. Gold flecked wallpaper, may you rest in peace.

-I like Taylor Swift just as much as the next guy, but there is such thing as too much Taylor Swift. I think she’s cute and her songs are catchy, but when I can flip through the radio and hear “You Belong With Me” on four channels, that’s too much. TOO MUCH.

-Any Miley Cyrus is too much.

-I got this text from my mom yesterday: “An old man just walked by on the beach with rolled up jorts…..”

-Okay so my friend Matt posted on this today but it still needs to be addressed. Have yall heard that song “Rockin the Beer Gut”??? At first I heard it and was in shock and tried to change it. But my finger just rested on the button. I couldn’t push it. Oh my goodness that song is catchy.

-I love my blog designer. She is awesome. Well obviously, look how stinking cute my site is. She’s making me a button so that all of my blog friends can post it to their site. (Because you’ll do it, right? Right?) It’s going to say “My Source of R&R.” Too cute. She’s already made it but something is wrong with the code. She’s going to fix it and we’ll get it posted soon enough. So if any of you are wanting a new blog design, check her out. Her button is on the right.

-Did anyone watch “I Survived a Japanese Game Show” last night? If you missed it, you’ll have to wait until next season since it was the season finale. It was ridiculously entertaining.

-I’m quite embarrassed at how much frozen food we’ve eaten lately. I haven’t been to the grocery store in a while. Stephen had a meeting at work last night. He called me when he left and I said, “Okay, I’ll get dinner started.” I walked to the kitchen to preheat the oven for our DiGiorno.

-How is it that not a single one of you had any advice for me on netbooks?! Aren’t we bloggers? Aren’t netbooks made for us? You’ve severely let me down. That’s why you get this crappy post today.

-I remember freshman year of college, my friend Michael made a New Year’s Resolution to go to bed each night while there were still 4 digits on the clock. We laughed at how ridiculous that was. We knew there would be no way he’d keep it. (Partially because we wouldn’t ever leave his room.) The past two nights I’ve gone to bed at midnight. I literally feel like I’ve been hit by a bus. It’s makes me feel old. And sad.

-A couple weeks ago Stephen and I went to the Dollar Store to buy loads of tissue paper for my fancy wall coverings. We got to the check out and the cashier guy looked and me to ask if I’d found everything I needed. I almost passed out. He had the lightest, most green eyes I had ever seen. It was shocking and scary. I couldn’t look at him in the eye. It was like I was looking at someone evil. Someone with super powers. We walked out and I said “Oh my gosh! Did you see that guys eyes??” Stephen looked at me and said, “Yeah, they looked just like yours.” Oh dear.

-My friend Lyndsey is coming to visit this weekend. I’m so excited I could poop.

I’ll leave you with a few pictures of why Lyndsey is one of my favorite people in the whole world.

This is Lyndsey at my rehearsal when she thought she was the bride.

lyndsey bouquet

And here she is with my sister. They are really normal and serious people. I don’t know what’s up with the lighting. They didn’t look like ghosts in real life.

Lyndsey lindsay

And this is when she had a bit of a problem with self tanner on her feet. I love you Lyndsey. Don’t hate me for posting this. It’s just too funny to ignore.

lyndsey tan

August 6, 2009 at 9:37 am 14 comments

Our Lush Life

If you just happened upon this blog and scanned through a few posts, you may assume a few things about Stephen and me. You may assume:

1. We live fantastically interesting lives.
2. We are seriously overweight.
3. We are drunks.

All are wrong. Sorry to disappoint.

We’ll address these one by one.

Our lives are quite normal. Boring even. Last night I spent hours painting my bedroom. (No, I’m still not done. Stop hounding me!) I watched 5 episodes of Friends and laughed the entire way through it. Maybe it was the paint fumes. Or maybe it’s because the sight of Pheobe beating the ever living daylights out of her smoke detector puts me into stitches. I don’t know why I was laughing so hard, it’s a moo point. All I know is that it was hilarious. Stephen worked lake, came home and we had Marie Callender Chicken Parm, he Shredded with Jillian, did the dishes, and checked email. We went to bed at midnight. Thrilling.

The new house in Galveston has definitely added a bit of entertainment to our lives. But beyond that, our lives only seem interesting because I’m an amazing writer. (Oh goodness, I just laughed so hard that my McCafe iced mocha came out of my nose.) No really, I love my life. I love my husband and our pup and the people in our lives. Just please don’t assume that we have fast-paced exciting plans each night. Most nights you can find us on the couch eating dinner and watching America’s Funniest Home Videos.

Number two. We love to eat. And we have issues with self control. You will often read about food, what I’ve cooked, where we ate, etc. While we aren’t the type that encourage double takes on the beach, we are not severely overweight. I’m sure we are both in our recommended weight range. Last I checked, muffin tops aren’t sexy. But really, I’m not going to sit here and tell you that we are fat. Yes we’ve both gained weight since we got married, but we aren’t fat. We are tall people and we use that to our advantage.

Finally, we aren’t drunks. We enjoy beer and wine and an occasional fruity beverage. But who doesn’t?! Who doesn’t like a good Bud Lite with their morning bagel? Or a rum and coke with their nightly vitamins? Right?

(When I was little I used to think it was called Roman Coke… Am I the only one?)

And who doesn’t like to get liquored up before going to NASA for their friend’s award ceremony? Stephen enjoys it. It relaxes him… It’s liquid courage and allows him to talk to important people like Dom Gorie.

Stephen and Gorie

(For legal reasons, let me state that we got this photo from our friend Wes, who got it from the JSC website.)

From the looks of the photo, I’m not sure that Dom supports Stephen’s drinking habits. I believe he is reprimanding him about the appropriate time and place for a beverage. It doesn’t appear that Stephen is able to focus. His toddy is weighing heavily on his eyelids. Shortly after this photo was taken, he found a corner in the auditorium to take a quick power nap. I was left explaining to Dom that my husband is a narcoleptic.

He wasn’t pleased.

I’m not sure why he’s so upset. At least we recycle.


(Totally kidding Mom! No lecture please!)

August 5, 2009 at 9:47 am 20 comments

An Open Book

I need a moment to be honest. To be frank. To throw myself out there.

There is some deep rooted desire in me to write. I love to write. I don’t  really know why. I have never had any training, aside from the common English/literature class throughout school. But there is just something about a blank screen and the potential for something great. I love to read. I love to get lost in a book and learn the characters. I love it when a book can make me laugh out loud. Oh how I would love to be able to produce something like that. I can’t even tell you the joy I would feel if I walked past someone in a coffee shop reading a book I’d written and they laughed out loud.

Maybe it’s some middle child syndrome and I have the need to feel loved. Or maybe I just like to see people happy. You be the judge. (Don’t tell me the verdict.)

I can remember one time in third grade I was at a park with a friend. We were running around and making up stories and having a wonderful time. I was quite inventive back then. On this hill we found a few very suspicious objects. A glove. A bone. And a stair rail. In hindsight, the glove was probably a little kids’ batting glove that fell out of his bag. The bone was probably a toothpick or piece of plastic. And the stair rail looking thing was probably related to the sewage system or a man hole or something. I’m quite curious actually. I can’t vividly remember it- I only remember what we wanted it to be. So anyways, we instantly formulated this story based on these items. We loved this story. We needed to write it down. Her mom took us to the store and bought us a journal. We spent the rest of the afternoon writing this story down.

I want that. We were quite literally overflowing with words that we couldn’t wait one more second to write it down. I hear that’s how Stephanie Meyers was with Twilight. She woke up one morning having dreamt about a vampire and a girl standing in a meadow and couldn’t wait to find out what happened to them. So she wrote. And wrote. And wrote. And now we all know of the love story between Edward and Bella. Say whatever you want about the series (not here though), but it was a great story. I am considering taking a few doses of NyQuil each night and praying for some crazy dreams.

Just kidding. I think.

So the problem at hand is not if I can write or not. I may not be a great writer and I’m sure I am way off on some major grammer rules. But there are a consistent number of people who read what I write each day. So maybe I don’t know when to properly use “ly”  on the end of words, and yes, it often seems that I have a love affair with the comma… but you’re still reading. So I must be doing something right.

I started this blog as a challenge to myself. I always wanted to be a writer. I never had a story to tell but I always wanted to write. I figured that there would be no sense at trying my hand at a novel if I couldn’t manage to write about myself. So I challenged myself to write every day. Even if I had absolutely nothing to write about, I had to publish something. (I apologize for those days. Really.) I’m now 149 posts into this Roots & Rings venture and I’ve surprised even myself. I quite enjoy facing the blank screen each day.

Sure, there are plenty of people who don’t read. Plenty of people who are close to me that never even think about visiting this site. And while I may not understand why they don’t read, I accept it as part of the writing game. Not everyone cares about what I have to say. (Shocking, I know!)

I’m considering a new challenge. After spending the weekend at a beautiful beach house, I have this insanely strong desire to write. I don’t know if it’s the air, the clean colors, the worry free atmosphere, the big windows… I don’t know but it’s consuming my thoughts and I feel like I’m on the brink of something great. Well, maybe not great… but good. Maybe not even good. But I’m on the brink of something. I will NEVER write a novel if I don’t try. I will never write anything if I don’t just sit down and write. Right?! It’s the whole “you’ll miss 100% of the shots you don’t take” issue. I will never meet this goal if I don’t even try.

Stephen and I are visiting the idea of buying a netbook for me to explore this passion. I think a hot pink Dell mini could really stimulate my creativity.

There is really no point of this post. Maybe it’s for accountability. I can no longer ignore this desire for fear of failure. I would go out on a limb and say that 99% of all aspiring authors fail. So I think I’d be in good company. What’s worse than failure is the debilitating regret I would feel if I never even tried.

So what do I want from you? Simple. Your continued support here at R&R so that on days when I feel like I can’t write for crap, I can come here and see that someone still enjoys to read what I write. A few prayers would be good. Somehow I need to come up with a story and God knows that my imagination is lacking! And finally, if you have any knowledge on netbooks, let me know. I don’t need much. I basically just need something with Word, the internet, and it would be great if I could store photos on there. That’s all I need.

Thanks for coming here for your daily dose of R&R. You’ve encouraged me.

I’ll blame you if I fail.

August 4, 2009 at 9:12 am 30 comments

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