This just in...

In case we are now friends on the facebook (which I heard this AM on the radio that facebook has more users than the ENTIRE US population. Granted, 70% of those users are outside of the US. However, that means within the US 1 in 3 people have a fb profile.)

Anyway... so if you are not my friend on FB (which again, lets be honest, you probably are because I only have 11 people "following" me on here and I know all of you and I know we are friends on the social networking phenomenon) you already know this bit of information about the day that changed my life.

Let me set this up. Within walking distance to our house is a menagerie of places--chipotle, starbucks, whataburger, Little Woodrows, a bike shop, a jaccuzi shop, a pizza place, some random weird other restaurant that the girls were tiny shorts and tops, shlotzkey's, nail place, hair place, and... Coldstone Creamery. Well, coldstone USED to be there. Then they went out of business. We did not frequent there much, maybe once ever 4-6 months, but still... should I need a fix I could easily have it.

On my way home from the grocery store yesterday (where I bought a bagillion groceries because apparently we had NOTHING) Ben calls. "Hey, I have some news for you." I'm all what? You bought me flowers? Diamonds? A new car? someone to clean our house?!?! He's all "you are ridiculous. No, even more exciting... they are putting in a froyo place where coldstone was." Damn, if I almost didn't have to pull off of the road because of my excitement. Hells Bells! A FREAKIN' FROYO place walking distance to our house. I can only imagine the 6 rotating taps and millions of topping options of which I'll continue to get the same thing 9/10ths of the time... but still, options. My life has been changed forever.

(Ps. Some of the above conversation was edited to be better. I didn't get examples of other things because my head hurt. However, I've been known to do such things in the past.)

So last night I made some tasty enchilada's that I found on the foodnetwork website yesterday. Today we are having some pot roast cooked in the slow cooker, and then we also have stuff for me to make a slow cooker soup. We'll see how that one goes, but it sounds tasty in theory.

FROYO!!!!

I love when new TV is on

So if you do not watch Glee I judge you. I have many a tv crush--Zac Braff being WAY up there on the list. Jon Stewart, and............... Matthew Morrison. Did you know that he is only one year and 6 days older than I am? So, should my husband want to leave, me I feel that we could probably be soul mates (as long as he lets me be a back up dancer to all routines.) This show is FABULOUS. I know I've said it before, but good gravy it's good. I love singing, dancing, the songs of choice, clapping, the gays, drunk moms who get hit on by Josh Grobin. Love. Love. Love. I feel like he is a younger (and according to some of you, more successful) Joey McIntyre. Oh Joey Joe. You were so cute and I liked you in Boston Public. That was another good show with good high school drama. I sense a trend. However, I also love many other good shows like HOUSE (2 hour season premier on MONDAY!!!!) and I 've just started tivo-ing ANTM. Tyra is crazy, ya'll. I'm just glad I got to see the Jesus girl go super crazyfest before she decided not to continue. Granted, I think she was doing it all for show--which means, still crazy. Hey, sometimes Jesus tells you to be a model.)

None of this is to say that I do not love my husband or that I'm not attracted to him. I am. However, if Matthew Morrison, Matty Fresh, wanted to come to my house and sing songs to me (and teach me back up dances) I would totally allow it. I don't mean that in a creepfest kind of way. Just in a ... I need a little more musical random dance scene in my life than I'm currently receiving. And lets be honest... if you know the B.B. you know that he probably has a small crush on him as well so it's a win win situation here.

Now when does SVU begin, again... maybe they could add in a little dance scene every now and then (that doesn't end in tragedy and someone dead in a public park.)

2 quick things...

1. The loud shoes are getting to me real bad, ya'll.
2. I just watched the extended trailer for New Moon. I recall why I love Edward--it is all said when he is about to make a scene in front of the Volutri and strips down... (again, it's ok for me to like him because he's 8000 years old.)

And I wonder wonder wonder wonder

Who wrote the book of love?

Just kidding I've never wondered about that, but now I am. I mean, where do you buy this book? Amazon? or Borders or something? Or is it a secret book that you don't get until the secrets of the universe have been revealed to you?

That song is weird.

However, if the secrets of the universe have NOT yet been revealed to you--let me let you in on one maybe three or four very important detail (s)... Stop wearing white pants and white shoes. Right now. Well, actually you should have done it a while ago, but I've let it slide ish, but honestly I've just been judging you and keeping it inside of my head. I'm awesome like that. But now I've told you, so stop it. Yes, it is still hot here in Texas. Yes, I have a couple of pairs of LOVELY white pants that I'd like to keep in the rotation, but I can't until April 4, 2010.

I overheard 2 women at work saying that these statements were old fashioned. Maybe they thought I couldn't hear through an open door that stairs directly at their desks? I remained quiet, judging them all the while.

I'm not against some good winter white. I'm all for it, actually. This being said I am against white patent leather shoes for someone over the age of 10 (unless being used for a costume where you are acting as a 10 year old.)

Do you remember when you weren't allowed to wear Sunday shoes (just recalled we called them that and not dress shoes) that didn't have a strap to keep them on? I recall FINALLY getting a pair where the strap could be worn mary jane style OR wonder of all wonders, joy of all joys, it rotated around and could go behind the ankle part. They however, were not white, they were black with some embellishment. I was probably the most awesomest girl at church (as I did not wear anything but nike's Monday-Saturday.) Fear not, I had coordinating bows and socks for all outfits. I agree with Meg, if bows were still acceptable to wear now, I would.

So these nike's I had in multiple colors. They looked like saddle oxford's, however they had different colored stripes--not just black. I had them in red, green, yellow, and blue. The reds were my favorite. My parents pretended I "lost" them once because they were worn out. I found them.

So back to another point noted above (before I reminisced about childhood.) Other things that I don't like--women who wear pig tails. You are 30, dear--just use one pony tail. It's probably better for the environment. Hence my lack of bows that coordinate with my outfits. Maybe I'll make a tshirt dress, buy some keds, use a little puff paint, a little grosgrain ribbon and go as myself for Halloween circa 1988.

That... or I really want to be Flo from the progressive insurance commercials.

a girl's gotta eat.

So I don't (typically) eat a mass amount. (Unless you include this past Sunday when I had a mass amount of green chile mac n cheese. I also had a mass amount of mimosas and met a river dancer at brunch and went back to his apartment--neither here nor there. No, not me by myself--me and others including hubsters. who has a whole new level of geekdom to be found here ).

Anyway, so back to the original statement (before you discovered that my attention spans approximately 3.2 seconds.) On Friday's (except one Fri a month) we get to leave work at 12:30. This is kind of awesome--not only do I like my job AND the people I work with, but I also (basically) get Friday's off. Anyway, on said Friday you aren't supposed to have lunch. However, EVERY FRIDAY I'm starving by 11 AM (ok, lets be honest, it's 10:30.) And, in other realistic terms, how am I to set out about a day of errand running on an empty stomach? That's just stinkin' thinkin'. So here I sit, eating a bowl of Amy's soup wondering what the future of my day will hold.... I'm hoping maybe some decorative pillows for the couch. Though I have a deep desire for a new entertainment center and shelves so as to display pictures and how smart I am (or how smart I may look based on books I own.)

Which leads me to another train of though... I've been looking for a media stand everywhere (which includes craigslist) and here is my beef. NO, I do not want to purchase your used ikea media stand for $200. A little pricey, don't you think?)

OH, also we borrowed a friend's wii fit this week--WAY FUN!!! Except, I believe I've endured a wii injury. I first thought I was sore, but now I'm thinking it could be more. YAY for running 18 miles tomorrow....

ok, my attention can go on. I have eaten a bowl of soup without judgement from co-workers. Only an hour to go...

Things I don't care about for 100

College football.

Ok, I mean I care about tailgating and wearing game day colors.

Maybe it's because I went to a college where it wasn't a huge deal (aka SMU), but this year is OUR YEAR. I've said this every year since 1999 or something, but I really believe it this time.

Maybe it's because I'm antsy to sit and watch TV ALL DAY on Saturday unless it is 16 and Pregnant on MTV as I did on Labor Day.

I like to do things. I like to get up, run, come home clean, go to the pool? shop? get my nails done? Not stare blankly at a tv about things I can't recall nor care about. Granted, I do think college football is WAY better than pro--I care even less about that and am known to sigh heavily and roll my eyes when forced to entertain the thought of watching said ordeal.

What I do like... is that foot ball ='s fall and I can NOT wait for fall. I can't wait for 70 degrees and chilly. I can't wait to run, at least for 10 minutes, in something with long sleeves.

I also like my new iphone. I feel I have reached a new level of awesomeness since yesterday at 3:30 PM. I'm not sure what makes it so fabulous, but it is.

Wanna know what else is fabulous? That tomorrow is Friday. I think that 3 day work weeks are superb.

I'm hoping for my first bump this weekend.

A little bit of chicken friend--homemade, of course

So my friend, Nikki, is a master of the arts--she cooks, she decorates, she philantropizes (is that a word?), and she creates awesome things. She has recently created an Etsy shop! I'm just saying it would be well worth your time to puruse her items. You can also visit her blog for all things awesometown. (I think she even wrong a song about awesometown referring to Decatur, GA. So she is also a master of words.)

My Ode to Nikki (aka, Nicolita)

I remember the first time that we met,
a day (or probably night?) I will never forget.
We made some choices that took us back to undergrad,
some things that probably would make homeowners mad.

Day after day we would share misery over work, (and then a haircut)
we wasted time, found the end of the internet, and got stuck in a rut.
We talk, we chat, we run, we eat biscuits and gravy,
we went to weight watchers, got thin, and...still eat gravy.

Onofrio Noto, could easily be your name,
but Nicolita, the mafia, will protect you just the same.
Create, disect, find sales and sell your things
I miss you, I love you, now lets eat some fried chicken wings.

(Kidding, I don't eat chicken wings--never have. Gross. It rhymed. There is a post about fried chicken so I feel it fit.)