Friday, February 26, 2010

Pants on the ground...

I'm sorry, but I can't get this out of my head. I'll have this song...well this phrase stuck in my head for at least another day.

But it'll be cool because I am going to be at a Retreat with ALL my Phi Lamb sisters.

Well...not all. I will miss those that can't make it.

Cough, Kelsey, Katherine, Jessika and Emily Cough.

I realize y'all have some legit reasons. But still, I'm gonna miss ya.

I might have internet access. I might not.

If I do. I will definitely post about it.

In the mean time..."Pants on the ground. Pants on the ground!"

Heh. Heh. It's stuck in your head now too huh.

Happy Friday.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

If I were...

Obviously, I borrowed this from Kelsey.

If I were a month, I’d be September.

If I were a day of the week, I’d be Friday

If I were a time of day, I’d be about 9:30-10am.

If I were a planet, I’d be blue jeans.

If I were a sea animal, I’d be a turtle

If I were a direction, I’d be South

If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a leather couch.

If I were a liquid, I’d be tequila.

If I were a gemstone, I’d be a sapphire.

If I were a tree, I’d be a pine tree

If I were a tool, I’d be a wrench.

If I were a flower, I’d be a peony.

If I were a kind of weather, I would be a hot summer day.

If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a piano.

If I were a color, I’d be ruby red. :)

If I were an emotion, I’d be joy.

If I were a fruit, I’d be a strawberry.

If I were a sound, I’d be Paisley snoring. (She's sleeping good when she does it.)

If I were an element, I’d be water

If I were a car, I’d be a Chevy Camaro.

If I were a food, I’d be a cheeseburger.

If I were a place, I’d be Norman, Oklahoma on game day.

If I were a material, I’d be cotton.

If I were a taste, I’d be ranch

If I were a scent, I’d be Lilly Pulitzer Blue Bottle.

If I were an object, I’d be my rings.

If I were a body part, I’d be my blue eyes

If I were a facial expression, I’d be a smile

If I were a song, I’d be Somewhere over the Rainbow

If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be Yellow Box Flip Flops.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Wednesday is "Oh no he di'in't!" Day.

oh no he di'int: A response to a bold statement, accusation, or action;

I’m not quite sure how to begin this post because I’m still just that baffled.

I really am y’all.

I’m baffled you see, by the phenomenon that seems to be occurring with this whole moving to Michigan business.

I know I shouldn’t be surprised. After all, if you knew what kind of small town I was from you wouldn’t be surprised either. And for those of you who do know, I have the utmost confidence that you’re not surprised at this point in the story.

But you might be after this doozy.

As one might suspect, the news of our pending move to Michigan has spread quickly in our little town. I mean my parents are very public figures in the town and it is my hometown so I know a lot of people too, I suppose. Brandon thinks I know the world because every time we go out I see someone I know.

But I digress.

The point, people is this: Word is out.

And so when we’re out at Wal-Mart (aka the town square) and at church, lots of people are coming up to us, telling us how excited they are for us and how proud they are of me.

I am extremely grateful for all the congratulations because this is the first wildest dream I’ve ever had and so I will readily admit it is so nice to hear that people are proud of me.

BUT Y’ALL the last three people that have said such to us at church follow up with this question every time.

“So are you going to be a Spartan or a Wolverine?”

And the first time I thought, Oh they don’t know I’m going to a private school. So I said, “Well, I’m going to a private school so neither.”

“Well, you have to pick one or the other, it’s like OU and OSU you know. Well of course you know you’re a Sooner.”

My brain at this point had a thought that went a little…okay it went exactly like this:

I’m sorry, but DO WHAT?????

Except, you have to remember that we’re in the South, so my facial expressions were the opposite and my response was this: “No we’ll always be Sooners.”

The second time it happened, Brandon was with me, except he doesn’t shield his looks like I do. I think it has to do with that whole deal of him being a man and all.

Anyway, he says, “Um, you’re kidding right? There’s no way I’m rooting for a Big Ten team and I definitely know there’s no way she is.”

And y’all, the church member couldn’t believe it.

We got in the car and Brandon was like, “Were they serious?”

“Apparently so.” I told him.

The third time it happened, I laughed at the person. Then I told them the story about why I was laughing, told them I was going to a private school and STILL…they wanted to know why I wasn’t choosing one or the other.


These people know about how hardcore my family is about the Sooners.
These people know I am an alumna of the University of Oklahoma.
These people know that I bleed crimson and cream.

So on what planet would this make sense?

So, when we were eating with my family at lunch that day, I told them the story because I was still a little baffled by the situation.

And my dad says, “Oh no he di’in’t!”

He thought he was quite the jokester and my brother and husband all laughed with him.

My mom, a more reasonable person and a female might I add said, “I don’t know why people would ask you that sis.”

“Thanks mom, I thought the same thing myself.”

So, just in case you might have forgotten or are new to the Ruby Turtle Hippie Times…

I am Sooner born.
I am Sooner bred.
When I die, I’ll be Sooner dead.

Thank you very much.

Unless of course, those teams beat my twin cousins alma mater, Notre Dame.

Then I might be persuaded for all of about two seconds.

Happy Wednesday.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Just call me "Positive Polly"

I may have been having a pity party for myself for the past day or so.

It has everything to do with moolah and the weather.

So I've decided that I'm gonna bring back the High/Low post on Tuesdays, but for this week we'll be speaking of the positive only...

  • I get my hair done tomorrow.
  • In the morning when I get ready for work, Paisley comes and sits in the bathroom with me. It's nice mommy/doggy daughter time.
  • I am going to be living in a college town again...Frozen Tundra and all this makes me happy. This college town has movies based off it too.
  • I get to see some sorority sisters this weekend!!
  • I am seriously diggin' my nail polish color right now. It's called red carpet.
  • March is here as of Monday. That means spring is on the way soon!
  • I have been bitten by the Olympics bug as well.
  • For over 6 months now, I have not bitten my nails.
  • I ordered some Blue and Gold Sausage and it's here as of Thursday!
  • My husband graduates in a few months. Woot!
Happy Tuesday.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

I wish I were on a boat...

I realize that I'm moving to Michigan and all.
So that means that long winters are in my future for at least the next 3 years,

I am SO over winter!

And one of the many reasons why I love my husband is because he understands my need for sun in the winter time.
I am ready for the sun to shine, my feet to be in flip-flops/sandals, a good mai tai, BIG sunglasses, and summer dresses.

And most of all, I'm ready for GOOD HAIR DAYS on a regular basis.
I'm ready for warm weather and the sun to shine on a regular basis.

P.S. These are pictures from our honeymoon.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Sarah Palin has ZERO class.

Now, that I've pulled in some extra readers with my title, I'll tell you what this post is really about.

Yes, it's about Sarah Palin.
Yes, it's about why I think she has chronic foot in mouth disease.

But more importantly it's my very political commentary here at the RTH Times!! It had to happen at some point.

I mean Hello! the word hippie is in my blog title for cryin' out loud.

So here goes.

I've tried. Really I have to like her. And at first, I was very intrigued by her like the rest of the world.

And then she started talking.

P.S. If you like her, you just better stop reading now because is going to be blunt.

Here's the thing, it's not anything to do with how she sounds.

It's everything to do with the words that come out of her mouth.

First it was the Katie Couric interview.

So, she had a bad interview day. I know it happens in the political world.

But it shouldn't have happened while she was running for the Vice-Presidency of the country.

And I realize she wanted to blame everyone but herself for the sucky interview that it was.

But really, Sarah you were the one in the chair. Not the advisers you claim gave you "non-anwers" to give for all interviews, debates and appearances.

And really, the media does suck. But you're also not the only one who deals with the media. And contrary to your beliefs, Democrats go through the ringer with the media too. Teddy Kennedy can tell you all about it. They ate his lunch in his '80 presidential run.

So please WO-MAN up and play the game. There is no crying in politics.

Well...okay there is. But because you seem to need clarification on everything otherwise you run on a wild goose chase with it, there is no whining in politics.

It's a cutthroat world, and stomping around in your leather patent shoes and best Sunday dress like a 5 year old when you have a crappy interview doesn't make you a "Maverick" or a "bulldog".

It makes you a cry baby.

And class is not achieved by throwing a wall-eyed hissy because the game doesn't go your way just in case you didn't know.

Secondly, when you decide your family is off-limits for commentary by the media, stick with your decision and don't make their life choices a political cause.

They are your children. Let them remain your children.

When it went public that your daughter was pregnant, that could have been the end of the conversation.

As much as you say it couldn't have, really it could.

But instead of shutting reporters down when asked about it, you had a response.

You had a response when you should have said, "No comment."

If you really wanted your kids to remain out of the public eye, then you wouldn't jump on every chance that remotely blinks your way.

When you open your mouth about your kids, you open yourself and them by proxy to debate.

You're starting fights and causes for them, that you say you don't want and in reality, that they probably really don't want.

So really, if you don't want your kids commented on, then lead by example and keep your mouth shut.

You alone are their mom. That is something that no one else in this world can be.

Class is also not achieved when you say one thing and do another.

And finally, the reason that caused me to finally have the courage to write this post...the Tea Party Convention.

If you're going to address the fact that President Obama's administration has not been what he wanted it to be thus far, then you'd better bring your "A" game.

Remember, you lost in November 2008.

So this is your chance to make Americans reconsider you as a candidate.

This is also a chance for you to wipe your slate clean from your previous disasters with foot in mouth disease.

But you just can't walk away from it.

You wrote on your hand like a 9 year old.

And then you chose to debate sounding like a teenager.

"How's that hopey changey stuff workin' out for ya?"

Delivering the facts about things not accomplished in the past year from a teleprompter would have been okay.

In fact, it would have put you on the same level. For me personally, it would have said, I take myself seriously enough and I have very important matters to discuss with you.

So important in fact, that I might need a little help remembering all that I have to say.

After all, I am a grown-up and because I am a grown-up I act like one.

Heck, it might have even made you look presidential.

Shooting from the hip and in this case remembering your speech and all the points you wanted to discuss cannot be done when you write on your hand.

In fact, all it does is make you sound exactly like you act: a tweeny-bopper.

And so you've found yourself in the endless cycle of fighting back at people who are laughing at you for all the reasons that they laughed at in the first place.

If you're going to pull the holier than thou card, then you damn sure pull it with a smokin' gun and not a wet noodle.

And really, shouldn't you know how to do that being an NRA member and all?

I'm just sayin.

Happy Thursday y'all. Happy Thursday.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Wednesday is "Scope Out" Day

Scope out: To check out. To obtain more information about a particular place or thing.

So now that we know where we're headed, I've started scopin' out the place.

You know...

I check the weather.
I look at the website daily.
I found the Target.

But y'all, they do NOT have a Wal-Mart.

I repeat: They do NOT have a Wal-Mart!

I almost freaked. And by almost freaked, I mean my mind placed first in the Indy 500 because it was going so fast.

What if they don't have a Baptist church?
What if they don't have a Taco Bell?
What if they don't have a Wal-Greens?

I'm a very much a chain store shopper. Hello! We don't make all that much right now. I know it's Republican of me and all but you gotta do what you gotta do.

And then I thought of the worst possible situation.


I can handle finding a non-denominational church. And yes, I could deal with no Taco Bell. I'm sure there is a lovely local pharmacy that I'd much rather support.

But I cannot handle a life without Sonic.

I'm sorry. It won't work.

And then my brain began to function.

A single word came to mind...


So I did.

They have Baptist churches.
They have a Taco Bell.
They have a Walgreens.

And YES, they have a Sonic!!!

Life is good and Jesus loves me because I can still be a Baptist in Michigan.

Happy Wednesday.

Monday, February 15, 2010

A Road Story...

Thursday morning I was on my way to work. I was minding my own business when I got this text message from a random number.

"How fast you goin'?"

(And yes, we text like we talk around here.)

I looked around.

WHO was this random person?
WHY did they have my number?
HOW did they have my number?

So I sent a text because I wanted to know all of these things.

"Who is this?"

And then I realized it was my dad talking to me on his work phone.

And I responded with this masterpiece of a text...

"Fast enough to leave you in the dust but slow enough to stay under the radar. Tee hee. Love you daddio."

"Well, be careful sis and don't text while you're driving."

Sometimes, parents make no sense.

Sunday, February 14, 2010


Please google this organization.
And pray for those who suffer.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

I'd like to thank the Academy....

Recently-as in yesterday and today- I won 2 blog awards and 1 MAJOR blog giveaway.

And so I'm simply taking the time to thank those who gave them to me.

  • First, thank you to Brittany over at Living in the Moment for hosting the best blog giveaway ever. I am so pumped about getting a package in the mail. Srsly. I can't wait to see what some of your favorite reads are!
  • Secondly, I received the Beautiful Blogger Award from Gina at Namaste By Day. I love getting awards like the one she's given to me. They're always fun. So here goes and thanks Gina!!

    The rules are that I have to tell seven things about me, and then pass it on to seven beee-you-tee-full bloggers.
  1. I am a sucker for a good chick flick/lit book. Seriously, I could put them away like nobody's business. But when it ends badly it ticks me off somethin' royal. My Best Friend's Wedding, Message in a Bottle, and Nights in Rodanthe are a few that make the list. Little Women and Pride and Prejudice never get old.
  2. Brandon and I were engaged for almost two years before we were married.
  3. If someone gave me a free trip to somewhere with LOTS of sunshine, endless mai tais, the ocean and a spa, I'd go right now. Just in case you're wondering.
  4. My family loves a good road trip. My dad especially loves it if there are cars involved.
  5. My hair stylist thinks she knows someone in Michigan. PTL!!!!!
  6. I had the best maple bar ever in a really long time yesterday at work. Seriously, it revolutionized my life.
  7. I had my tonsils out when I was 19.
Now I gotta pass it along to 7 bloggers.
  1. Brittany at Living in the Moment.
  2. b.e.g.
  3. Kelsey at Lavender, Leopard, and Lace.
  4. Soliloquy
  5. Heather at Life at Sonic Speed
  6. Kathryn at A Nerd and a Free Spirit
  7. Jessika at The Cajun Sooner Bride
  • Finally, I received the Splash Award from Kelsey.
    Here are the rules of the blog award!:
1. Put the logo up on your blog.
2. Nominate up to 9 blogs which allure, amuse, bewitch, impress or inspire you.
3. Link to your nominees in the post.
4. Let them know that they have been splashed by commenting on their blog.
5. Remember to link to the person from whom you received the award.
6. Have FUN!

I'm givin' this to my little sister Jessi to encourage her to write more.

Well I'm glad that's finished and I technically can mark out this post in my list of ones to do!!!!

Happy Saturday.

Friday, February 12, 2010

God's Timing

I have loads to tell you blog world. LOADS. In fact, I'll probably spend the weekend telling you and commenting on your blogs I've been reading all week.

These are just some of the blog topics I want to discuss:
  • Sarah Palin: I KNOW!! My first real political commentary on the RTH Times. I figure it's about time that I do it. After all, the word hippie is in my blog title.
  • Thanking the Academy: I leave your mind to wonder on that one.
  • TWLOHA: Google this.
  • A good road story because we haven't had one in awhile. This one involves my dad.
So get excited all!

And now onto today's post.

It's about law school. I know we've had about all we can take about this topic around here, or at least I have but this is good and exciting news.

We know where we're moving. But before I tell you I first am going to tell you a story.

There's always a story.

As you may or may not know, I've been sick.

Sick with worry about the whole process.
Sick with worry about the unknown.
Sick with worry about leaving behind my every day life.
Sick with worry about the future.

And when I say sick, I'm talking literally sick.

But you know what, I didn't do what I should have.

I should have prayed about it. Because y'all, God answers prayer.

I never stopped believing it but apparently I needed a reminder.

Wednesday night, I stayed home with Brandon from our bible study. We both talked about how stressed we were. I left Brandon to lay on the couch while I watched Gilmore Girls. He came to bed and I turned off Gilmore Girls.

We talked for a few minutes and then Brandon prayed for us and he prayed that I would give my cares to God and that I would no longer make myself sick with worry. Said a few more prayers about our families and then closed the prayer.

I rolled over and went to sleep.

And I woke up the next morning and felt completely okay.

The nausea was gone and I felt wonderful.

I could function!!

I wound up feeling okay for the remainder of the day in fact.

And I had a peace about where God was sending us and about his timing.

I wasn't surprised when I saw I had an email from the last school.

I wasn't surprised when I found I didn't get into the school at Charlotte.

Because at my breaking point is when God became strong in the situation.

It was in his timing that I would find out we are going to Michigan.

And just to further prove that this is the direction he has for us, when I checked the mail I found I'd received a brochure for open house from the school in Michigan.

So we're headed to Michigan y'all.

This Southern girl is goin' North.

I'm sure they'll get a kick out of me because of my accent. But then again they sound like Sarah Palin, so I'll get a kick out of them too.

Not to mention, we'll be living in Big Ten country. You know they have mascots like the Hawkeyes and Nittany Lions. I'm sure they'll be very intrigued with my love for all things Sooner.

Happy Friday.

P.S. I just realized that in the time I was sick, I never prayed about it. I just whined about it. Glad to be reminded of the difference.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Wednesday is "Quiet" Day.

The following quote is taken from the movie, "You've Got Mail. It's where Joe Fox flakes on going to meet Kathleen Kelley for the first time.

"I am in Vancouver.

He stops... Hits the delete button and erases the message.
He starts typing again:

JOE (V.O.)
I was stuck in a meeting, which I
couldn't get out of it, and there was
no phone.

He backspaces to erase "there was no phone."

Screen now reads: I was stuck in a meeting, which I couldn't
get out of it. Joe sits there thinking for a moment. Then he
starts typing.

JOE (V.O., cont'd)
The electricity went out in the building
and we were trapped on the 18th floor and
the telephone system blew too.

He stops and looks at it. Then he types:

JOE (V.O., cont'd)
Amazingly enough.

He sits looking at it.

Then he deletes the whole thing.

Sits looking at the blank screen.


Then he starts to type again.

JOE (V.O.)
Dear friend: I cannot tell you what
happened to me last night, but I beg you
from the bottom of my heart to forgive me
for not being there.

He deletes "for not being there."

Then types again, after "to forgive me".

JOE (V.O.)
-- for what happened. I feel terrible
that you found yourself in a situation
that caused you additional pain. But I'm
absolutely sure that whatever you said
last night was provoked, even deserved.
And everyone says things they regret when
they're worried or stressed. You were
expecting to see someone you trusted and
met the enemy instead. The fault is


As Kathleen and Christina walk down the street together.

JOE (V.O., cont'd)
Someday I'll explain everything.
Meanwhile, I'm still here. Talk to me."

Quiet: The state of little sound.

In case you haven't noticed, it's been pretty quiet around here at the RTH Times.

I'm at the height of my winter blah period and am still very stressed about life.

So stressed that I'm nauseated on a regular basis because I've made myself so sick about it all.

I know this isn't good for me. The last time I was this stressed was the month before I married Brandon. There was a ton of life changing events going on then as there are now. I was very happy to marry Brandon and am still very happy about that decision. But planning the wedding and family drama that went with planning the wedding sucks. I wasn't as nauseated when I was planning the wedding, but I still dealt with it.

Long story short, I don't really like to talk about it. But I need to talk about it. But I don't want to be Debbie Downer on a regular basis and right now that's all I've got.

So with that all said, I've chosen to get away from the blog for at least this week.

I'm still reading your blogs, just not commenting. I'm hoping to pull myself outta this slump soon.

I am finding good outlets. Thank goodness for Gilmore Girls. It gets my mind off things and I go to a happy place.

My puppy also makes me smile. I love that about animals. They know when humans need some extra lovin'. And she's been very happy to snuggle with me these past couple of weeks.

My husband has also let me cry and puke as much as I need to without complaining.

And by the way, I'd like to take this time to say: Seriously!! I get stressed really bad and it shows in the form of puking????!?!?!?





But as soon as I do it, I feel better.

I can handle the crying. I don't like it, but crying I can do. I'd be happy to cry every last tear I had if it meant I didn't puke.

And now, that this post has become way longer than necessary, I'll close.

I'm here. I'm still listening. When I start blogging again, it will probably be very opinionated. Just because I'm not blogging doesn't mean the ideas have stopped rollin' in my friends nor has Sarah Palin's mouth it seems.

Hope this finds you well friends.

With love,

Friday, February 5, 2010

Simple Pleasures

Everyone has been doing the Simple Pleasures post that Kelly from Kelly's Korner started a few days ago. And I'm joining in on the fun too!

And I took the afternoon off so you're reading this correctly!! I am blogging on an afternoon in the work week!! Can I get a WOOT?

  • A good hair day-I think this is the best one of all currently for me.
  • Sonic Dr. Pepper/Unsweet tea
  • Snuggle time with my main canine squeese, Paisley.
  • Getting my nails filed just the right way.
  • Going to the theatre by myself.
  • Finding good hair product.
  • Getting all the laundry done.
  • A Speedway Special from Speedway Grille in Muskogee, Oklahoma.
  • The sun shining into a room on an afternoon.
  • When the music in a song resonates through my body.
  • A well written editorial.
  • A tweet or a comment on my blog.
  • Paisley insisting that she sit on my lap while I write comments on your blogs.
  • Chips and Queso.
  • Finishing an ink insert on one of my pens at work.
  • My signature turning out just right.
Happy Friday y'all!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Dear Brittany Ann...

I know that everyone who's anyone knows about the BEST giveaway in the blogosphere right now.

Yes, Brittany you are reading correctly.

This blog post really is just for you!

And I'm sure you've seen all the cute little posts on blogs about how how AWESOME/AMAZING/FABULOUS/WONDERFUL your blog giveaway is.

And it is.

I will not argue with that in the least bit.

It really is all of the the capitalized words mentioned in the fill in here spot listed above.

But they didn't write a post about why they should win. I'm sure they gave it a few lines today in their blogs.

And that's great and all.

You did after all just ask for the giveaway to be mentioned on their blogs. They did what was required of them.

I, on the other hand, decided that I'd go beyond what was asked of me because...well truth be told, I happen to very good at what I do.

I'm not bragging. It's just a fact of life.

It is what it is some would say.

And so, today I'm not just giving your giveaway lip service about how great it is.

I'm gonna give you the full blown opening statement, the state's case and closing argument about how great your blog giveaway really is.

After all, I'm gonna be an attorney and I figure a little practice couldn't hurt.

I realize that this blog will only be one point in the grand scheme of things that are my chances of winning the giveaway. But I say why not. And if this argument is really good who knows, maybe my chances will get a whole lot better.

So here goes...

Opening Statements:

I first found your blog because you started commenting on mine. I had been blogging for a little over a year and was slightly getting bored with the whole thing and then you commented. And suddenly, it was wonderful all over again. I realize that while I am campaigning for myself mostly in this open letter to you, I'd like to take the time to put in a word for the regular commenters. I again realize that someone will win by random drawing but I really hope that it goes to someone who loves you and your blog on a regular basis by commenting almost as often as you post. Because we all know that comments=bloggy love and bloggy respect. I'd also like to say that I normally do not care about give-aways, but seriously this one is fabulous enough that I'm not only writing this post. I'm writing it with the full hope that I might change your mind about the rules of engagement for the giveaway. If I don't well, then I've still done my part of mentioning your giveaway in my blog post and thus got myself one more shot at winning what truly is the best giveaway that I've seen thus far in my blogging career.

State's evidence:

The facts in my case for why I should win this giveaway are as follows.

  1. This truly is the first giveaway that I really want to win.
  2. It isn't someone's extras on a gift you got. It's not a re-gifting. It is something that you picked out for your readers. I appreciate that you care about all of us enough to do that. I think said appreciation should be spoken. People like to be heard, respected and loved.
  3. And EVERY item is something that I use or love.
  4. I love your blog.
  5. I convinced you to twitter. My track record is quite distinguished. This blog I hope will do the same.
  6. Your idea of a perfect day is my idea of a perfect day which is why I'm so jazzed about the giveaway so much.
Closing Arguments:

In closing, Brittany, I really enjoy your blog. Truly I do. And while the majority of this blog post has been funny, I'm being serious when I say this. I greatly appreciate our friendship. You are one of my people. When something serious is going on, you're one of my people I tell. You're honest with me and I appreciate that. You are genuine. And that makes you too legit to quit my friend.

And if I didn't think that I had a shot at convincing you of changing your mind I wouldn't have written this post. After all I am the one who got you to tweet. I know there were other reasons that determined this, but honestly how many people do you know that would a) write you 16 emails trying to get you to tweet with very serious and legit reasons b) write an entire post about your fabulous giveaway in the form of a very good persuasive article if I say so myself.

And if I didn't convince you to change your mind I just completed the requirement of mentioning your GREAT giveaway in a very unique way.

And most of all, I get to say this: "Lady of the jury, I rest my case."

And I've been dying to do that ever since I found out about law school.


P.S. In legal talk, my case is what they like to call a "smokin' gun."

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Wednesday is "Neener neener boo boo" Day.

Neener neener boo boo: a phrase uttered to prove one's correctness and to also be used for emphasis; interchangeable with the phrase, "I told you so"

Last night, I got into the shower to shave my legs. I do this on a weekly basis. My husband isn't crazy about this policy, but I hate shaving my legs. Anyway, my husband left the door open and it was cold in the bathroom.

Now how I ask you is a person supposed to shave their legs when it is cold in the bathroom?

I guess this is what it's like for my husband on Sunday mornings when we get ready at the same time and I leave the door open. He complains and I may or may not utter "neener neener boo boo" when he whines about this sitution. And when I was in the reversed role of the scenario I felt bad for my husband until he came to shut the door.

He put Paisley in there with me.

Now normally, Paisley doesn't have a problem with this time because once I'm out of the shower she jumps in the shower and licks the shower floor. And if I don't hurry, she'll jump in there before I step out.

So in anticipation of the event, she sits with her nose to the wall of the tub.

It's cute in a weird creepy puppy loves you lots kinda way.

Well, I happen to slip in the shower because well, I'm a klutz and this a regular thing in my life. And I noticed that Paisley wasn't in her normal position.

So I peaked around the curtain and she was PEEING ON THE FLOOR.

I immediately yelled to Brandon about "his dog" peeing on my floor. I think he may or may not have uttered a few words and came into the bathroom. He took Paisley out with him and I assumed that he cleaned it up. He muttered something about how she's his dog when she messes up...literally in this case.

I finished up my shower and grabbed my robe and stepped out.

The man put a towel over the section and left it there for me to step on it!!!

I screamed and jumped back in the shower.

I hear Brandon say, "Whoops, guess I forgot to grab that towel. Oh well, as you'd say 'guess you shoulda paid attention to your surroundings before you make a decision about what you're going to say or do.'"

Or in other words, "NEENER. NEENER. BOO. BOO."

I cleaned up the mess and then hit the hay.

I think this is how my relationship with Christ is sometimes. I know this is a really bad analogy but go with me on it for a moment.

I share on this blog about my life. This covers many aspects including the current elephant in the room that is the fact that we're moving across country.

I know this going to be exciting for us. We're looking forward to moving. We're looking forward to relying on just each other.

BUT...we don't know where we're going at this point.

We could go South and we could go North.

We could be Detroit Lions or Charlotte Hornets.

However at this point, I can't say whether I'm coming or going.

I can't handle that.

I do not do well with the unknown and for the past two weeks I've literally made myself sick to my stomach because I'm stressing about it so much.

The last time I felt this way, I was a month away from my wedding. I was VERY stressed at that point and I was NOT telling people about it.

Well, I am not dealing with this unknown future of ours and I am not telling people about it.

Or I haven't been telling you guys that is.

Because the truth of the matter is that I like to maintain control and maintain my image.

I know, I know that sounds silly and COMPLETELY STUPID.

Believe me, I know, but in a world of so much struggling, I figure that I shouldn't give people one other reason to be concerned or to be worried for that matter.

And I don't want to sound selfless because y'all I'm not. In fact, I'm pretty selfish on a regular basis. I just don't show it.

But the point is that when I don't show my fears or tell you that I'm scared. I'm only doing you and myself a disservice.

Because y'all Jesus is always there to say "neener neener boo boo, in case you forgot, Samantha I'm the one in control."

When we think the mess like the one Paisley left me is gone because we let ourselves feel for a small moment of time that fear and scared to deathness of the unknown in my case. It actually isn't.

And when we don't cast our cares on him because he cares for us, he makes us deal with them head on.

Sometimes facing our fears is done by letting yourself cry during prayer at bible study and sometimes it's met by stepping into a towel soaked with you know what.

Just because I don't deal with it or don't take the time to tie up the loose ends or work through my feelings on a matter like being totally freaked about the fact thatI don't know where I'm going to be living six months from now doesn't mean that it goes away like I fool myself into believing.

On the contrary, it typically means that I'm going to deal with it on a much sooner basis.

Tonight in our bible study, our leader said, "I feel like we're really supposed to talk about your moving away. I've been exactly where you are now with the big move away from Oklahoma. But you've got to remember. You know God is already in Michigan or North Carolina preparing for you guys. I know you don't know which one it is and I know that scares you a great deal, and while you can't see it everything is going to work out. God truly does have everything taken care of for you. Our bible study currently being on God's will and how to know what it is is not a coincidence. This moment in time is for you." (Btw Jessika, this is your daddio speaking.)

And when I cried and laid my cares at his throne during prayer, and felt better because I've cried and talked it out with Jesus. I usually laugh afterwards at some point because as hard as I fight it, I feel so much better afterwards.

And it's then that I whisper to myself...."neener neener boo boo."

And I know everything is going to be okay.

Happy Wednesday y'all.

P.S. I hope this made sense. I really thought it was a good analogy at the time I started writing it.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

I took a pregnancy test today...

...and y'all I'm NOT pregnant.

And I am so glad!

I know that sounds bad. But hear me on this.

I want kids really I do. But right now would be a really bad time for them to stroll along.

(Yes, I said them. I fully expect to have twins when I get pregnant. My and the big JC have had multiple talks about this. )

Don't get me wrong, when I see a cute "AC/DC" shirt for a little girl with a matching bow, I get excited as Brandon pulls me away from it in the baby section.

And yes, I do get a slight case of baby fever from reading all the mommy blogs. If Brandon were to read this post, he'd say "I told you that you get googly eyed over those cute babies and their names."

And some day-or during the last year of law school if you're my mom, or sisters and in-laws and are dying to know exactly when- I'll have some babies.

But you know what...when y'all tell me that you're expecting your babies, I am so excited for you because you're living out a chapter in the book that is all about your wildest dreams.

That's what law school is for me.

A chapter.

The rest is still unwritten.

P.S. It was a scare. Not a kicks and giggles test btw.

Monday, February 1, 2010

This weekend I...

  • Took a 3 and a half hour nap when I got home from work early because it was snowing and sleeting like crazy outside. I probably could have slept all night.
  • Had Tony's pizza. I am good at doctoring those up and it was perfect for the weather.
  • I painted my nails black. I feel a little emo.
  • Became a huge fan of Glee.
  • Got caught up on Castle.
  • Did NOT watch the Grammys because Cable on campus sucks. That's all I care to say about that.
  • Snuggled with this little lady on Sunday morning.
  • Snuggled with this guy too...
  • Thought about how if we move to Michigan, winter is just getting started in January. Oh well.
Happy February y'all.
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Hi y'all! The name's Samantha. You can call me Sam if you like. I am a lover to a boy I met at Falls Creek in the summer of 2005, that is a student of Jesus, a Sooner born and Sooner bred and when I die I'll be Sooner dead, Democrat by party, blonde to the core, and oldies but goodies kind of girl.
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