Friday, January 29, 2010

Snow Business

I wish we had snow here so I could throw the girls out in it to see how they would react. Pretty much like this I guess.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Going For a New World Record (Not Really)

For the record I took down my live Christmas tree tonight. It was actually still green. (Apparently we picked out a good one.) It's not that I'm lazy, I just haven't been home except to sleep over the last month. For good measure, on the way to the trash, Brandon made sure to shake it out in the hallway in front of our door. That way everyone who walks by will know just which goobers didn't take their tree down until now. Yes, I am so proud. ;)

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Midna Mischief

Midna goes everywhere, gets into everything. She enjoys perching on top of the upper kitchen cabinets where she can survey the entire apartment. She does this by jumping on the counter, (ick) onto the refrigerator, and then to the cabinets.

Yesterday, she managed to push open the freezer door as she launched herself upwards. Brandon came home to find ice cream "soup" on the floor and mostly thawed out meat. It took him quite a while to clean up the mess and he locked her in her cage to keep her out of the way. I came home right after he finished cleaning to the sound of plaintive meows, begging me to let her out.

I suppose we need to invest in a child lock for the freezer door. In the mean time I improvised by taping the door shut with packing tape. Very "Aggie engineered."

So in the next few days I will be making various chicken casserole recipes to freeze since I now have about 5 pounds of defrosted chicken.

Thanks kitty!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Daily Grind, Temporarily

Working hard, no free time, hardly time to catch my breath. I get up, go to work for 10 hours, come home, and collapse in exhaustion. Next day, rinse and repeat. I am exhausted and sore, the work is tedious, but I couldn't be happier. I welcome the distraction from months of chasing my tail. The work is only temporary and I said yes because I am helping someone out of a bind. I'm definitely not doing it for the money, though anything extra is always welcome. I have plans for this little bit up money. Frightening plans. Plans I'm not quite ready to talk about until they are more solidified. It's time to move on with my future. It may not be right for me but I'm willing to step out and take the risk. If it doesn't work out, that's okay, at least I will have tried.

ETA: I am working in a college textbook store during book rush. My aunt runs the store and needed someone on short notice. Since I worked at the on campus bookstore at A&M during my college years and I'm not currently working anywhere else, she called me up. I spend the day helping students find their books, labeling, stocking, buying back, and selling books. I had forgotten how busy it can be and of course now I'm older so I don't have the energy I used to. LOL

Monday, January 18, 2010

My Fuzzy Man

I have discussed with Brandon over the years that he had better not grow a beard and mustache, I just knew it would look bad.  He agreed.  This December he took lots of vacation days and didn't worry about shaving.  We both thought, what if, and agreed to see who could stand it longer.  Fast forward to now, I actually like it, surprise, surprise.

Yesterday at church, I had just returned to the choir loft at the front of the church.  I looked down to see Brandon waiting to kneel at the communion rail and my heart started racing.  He looked hot!  What I'm sure was a dopey grin slipped on my face and I praised God that after 13 years of being together I could still be delighted by the sight of my husband.  Sounds silly, I know.  But one of the things I try to guard against is taking Brandon for granted.

He was amused when we climbed in the car and I shared my experience with him.  He never imagined I would like him so much with facial hair.  Yes, I was eating my words. So he's going to maintain it. He gets mixed reactions.  Most of our junior high kids tell him he needs to shave, that he looks old.  Adults tell him he looks distinguished.  The owner of his company says all he needs is a flannel shirt and an ax and he's all set.