“Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun, And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun"

Hi All,

I'm still not feeling to chatty, it maybe because I'd rather be home locked up with my good book before it starts snowing around here. It also could be this weeks NPP motivational poster that's hung all over NPP. It makes me uncomfortable.


So I've decided to let you all suffer too-because if I have to be in this dirty confused place-you should be too. Enjoy!


Love (to put those images in your head),
Carrie

Hi All,

I'm not in a chatty mood today, its probably because this week's "motivational poster" makes me uncomfortable every time I walk into work. So I'm going to make you uncomfortable too-enjoy!

A signature always reveals a man's character - and sometimes even his name.

We had such a busy weekend, ya'll! I need a weekend off next weekend!

Friday I learned the secret to grocery shopping, go Friday's! They do these three hour sales and you get amazing deals! So we went shopping, then we tried to finish the house and get some stuff off the DVR.

Saturday morning we did some more painting and trim attaching, the house ALMOST looks back together, if you ignore the fact that we have no trim around our doors and the insides of our windows are still in process. Saturday night we went to my parents to welcome Ellyn home from Chicago! Dad made everyone Walnut Chicken (a stir fry) and Mom made Ellyn and I (who is a vegetarian now too!) a great pasta dish that I had for lunch again today! They did crafts and we watched the Disney video to get excited. It was fun and really nice to not have to cook!

Sunday was the day of the Cougar Club party and I worked really hard on the food. Like too hard. I hand rolled like 150 gnocchi, and of course there is hardly any left. I am/was so tired. I almost fell asleep during the movie! The roast came out perfect and Seth made a really great rice/broccoli dish at the last minute that was suoper good. Pam brought these AMAZING brownies. L’ara brought bloody mary’s and JJ for mancare, and Whitney brought Cheeto but he left after dinner because he had to work. Ellyn showed up at like 2 after we had been watching the movie for a while. But we had so much fun making dirty comments and laughing and mooning over Robert Pattinson. L'ara lent me the next book and it was so hard not to run to the bedroom and lock myself away, even harder not to call in sick to work today to stay home and read it!!

Sunday night Seth and I watched Bolt and went to bed.

Ugh I'm exhausted, but hoping the week goes by quickly so I can just take this weekend to relax and maybe make a small pan of enchi's!!

Love (to cook),
Carrie

The 'Net is a waste of time, and that's exactly what's right about it.

Love (Friday's!),
Carrie

Happy Friday all!


Keeping in tradition, I'll keep this post short and quick.


This weekend is shaping up, tonite we are going to the store for my Cougar Club party on Sunday, I'm going to try and make and hand rolled ricotta gnocchi (finally found something to do with four pounds of ricotta!!) and Saturday it sounds like we are going to have dinner at my parents and see Ellyn!! Yay!


I live you with this fashion tip, courtsey of http://icanhascheezburger.com/

Wall Colors

Rolling out the chocolate color
Trying to show you the three walls we did
They look like giant Hershey bars
Here you can see the pecan color we put with it

Play: Work that you enjoy doing for nothing.

Hi All,
They have outages scheduled for blogger.com today so in the place of a real blog I urge you all to go here:
http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com/show/american_idol/top_10_performances_1.php
And read Television Without Pity's review of American Idol last night, because its just about the funniest thing I've read-ever.

Then tonite I will come back and post some pictures to make up for the shoddy blogging on my part!
Make sure you all watch Grey's tonite-it's sure to be a tear jerker!

Love (Television!),
Carrie

Good-bye. I am leaving because I am bored.

Itouch…dirty
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a new obsession-the Itouch. I want one so bad it occupies my thoughts almost constantly and when I’m going thru my day I think, how much more awesome would this moment be if I had an Itouch. I am currently trying to find a way to come up with 400 dollars to own one. So far I have ruled out these options:
Hooking
Putting ads on my blog
Selling any part of my body inside and out
Stripping
Taking out a second mortgage

I’m taking suggestions, but it needs to be something easy, not time consuming, and not something I’m looking to do for the next bajillion years or have to make an investment in. Really right now I’m thinking my only options are to buy lotto tickets. Or hock old ex boyfriend jewelry (how does one do that exactly) or sell old books on Amazon (nooooo!!!!!)

Let the rain fall down
Monday was exciting, as you might have deduced from the deluge of photos I posted. Here’s what I hate about severe weather, it’s like the worst let down ever. You get all amped up and get everything ready and then you just wait-and usually nothing happens. For example, here is how my day went Monday:
Co-Worker leaves and says something about thunderstorms tonite, check weather.com and think to self, oooo fun!
Decide to leave work early because I’m out of work and cold (I was going to stay until 5)
On the drive home, tune into the Lincoln station and start hearing all sorts of stuff about tornadoes.
All of the sudden, winds start blowing my little plastic VUE all around the road. Call Seth and he’s on his way home-which is big-that means this might be dangerous. I require two hands on the wheel to drive home, so all 20 of the phone calls I received has this panicked “I’m driving!” shouting and then hang up.
I get home and Seth and I have to hurry to move the trim out of the garage so Seth can park the Canyon.
Then as we get upstairs to put our stuff away and change clothes, the sirens go off. I grab Willow and Seth grabs Bagheera and we run downstairs. Once we turn on the tv and see its not an imminent danger, Seth goes back upstairs to get cell phones, chargers, snacks, and computers. Then we sit and wait. And wait. And wait. It rounds close to 7 and I start panicking that my shows aren’t going to be taped, and right at 7 they cut out and start normal tv.
So nothing. All that prep and panic and rushing around-just to be bored. At least we are prepared. We also discovered we need to arrange our storage room better, or else we are going to have to hole up in the tiny downstairs bathroom with the cat pan so we don’t die.

Did the President just use the word “naughty:?
OH YES HE DID!!
And what happens when Ed Henry asks a stupid question? You get BaROCKED! "It took a couple of days because I like to know what I am talking about before I speak." Take that Ed!
This is by far the funniest blog I’ve read about it- http://feeds.gawker.com/~r/gawker/full/~3/dWvyWgh7Hlw/most-obnoxious-press-questions-for-obama-a-roundup

That’s all folks!
Alright everyone, that’s about all the wittiness I have today!
Hopefully the rest of this day goes by quickly, but that isn’t looking too promising.
Have a great day!

Love (a little less conversation and a little more action),
Carrie

Seth's Childhood Farm

Farmhouse
Barn
Hog Barn/Cattle Barn
Farm Place

Kittens!!

Attack of the killer pink sash!!!
I hate you.
No, I lied, I hate her.
Babies watching birdies...

Random Pictures I've taken in March I like

I love trees in farm fields.
This one is outside Columbus
Seth working hard
Mini Daffodils bloomed!

Working Hard for my Honey!

Staining trim
Focused on getting it done
Making ricotta
Looking good!

New Art!

Fleur-de-lis over dining room entrance
Far away Fleur-de-lis
Six Panel Art
Both new pieces

We are in a tornado warning, trapped in the basement so I thought I would live up to some of my picture promises!

It is not a bad idea to get in the habit of writing down one's thoughts. It saves one having to bother anyone else with them.

Hi all!
Sorry that I didn’t post Friday-we had and eventful weekend, which started Thursday.

Doing the I was right dance, didn’t help-
So of course, Seth has his first football game on Thursday and he’s very excited. I was very excited to catch up on my ever growing list of shows on the DVR and snuggle into bed early and read my books (Still working on Midwives, The Mistress of the Art of Death, Scarlet Feather, and Saffron Kitchen). All of the sudden in the middle of my luxurious bath, I get a feeling. I start thinking of having to call into work because Seth hurt himself. Then the phone rang. Seth hurt his calf muscle. Long story short, it was the worst pain I have seen him in and I had to leave work at 10am on Friday and take him to the doctor. (PS-his doctor is REALLY strange) I spent all weekend tending to him and trying to force him to stay off his leg like his doctor said. It was nice to start the weekend a little early, and I even caught a nice nap while Seth was working in the office.

Happy Anniversary!
Friday night we went to dinner with my parents at the Millard Roadhouse and had such a good time! The food was good and the company was even better. It was my parents 20-something (7, 8?) anniversary and Seth and I’s six month-a-versary. What a nice way to celebrate! Mom and Dad came over after dinner to see the grand-kitties. To wrap it up, we watched “Kings” (really good, but I’m concerned that NBC won’t be able to sustain the “grand” quality of it, this looked more like a movie of the week and would have been much better on HBO for sure-I’ll give it another shot!) and Grey’s Anatomy (CRIED, CRIED, CRIED) and headed to bed.

Sweat Equity
Saturday I went with Mom to the hotel by our house and grabbed some lunch and then over to Rockbrook Camera to buy a giant canvas print of me in my wedding dress (her idea, not mine) and to get the negatives that weren’t printed of the wedding pictures. Then I helped her pick out an anniversary gift for my dad. We got him an oriel feeder-who knew oriels eat fruit? Mom dropped me off about 2 and then Seth and I headed over to Walmart and Hobby Lobby. We got stuff to work on the trim with at Walmart (we found out its cheaper than Home Depot or any of those other specialty stores) and I needed to stop at Hobby Lobby to get some more embroidery floss (I’m working on two sets of tea towels, both which require a disturbing amount of green and brown shades) while we were there we went thru the “Home Accent” section and found out everything was 50% off (SCORE!!) so we bought a fleur-de-lis iron accent for over the entrance to the dining room and a six panel piece for above the hope chest. Those of you who have been in my house may remember that’s where the black iron with the wedding photos in the fleur de lis frames (did I mention I have a fleur de lis theme?) were-we moved those to the master bedroom above the long dresser.
Then we got to work on the trim. Seth sanded and I stained and sealed. We really got in a good rhythm until the sun went down. We got all of the pieces done for the living room and dining room and hallway (now we just have 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, bah!) Seth is going to install them this week so that I can put my life back together at least for a month until we can get to working on the rest of it.

And then I made CHEESE!
That’s right, I made cheese. All by myself. I’m so not kidding. The ricotta turned out really good ( a little scorched because I don’t have a fancy pants 400 dollar pot like Bob) but I had a lot of help from Seth who made sure that I had a big enough pot (with cunning math like formulas and equations) and who also helped stir. Then we had a lovely meal of angel hair pasta, marinara, and a big plop of ricotta in the middle. AND as luck would have it, we found a block of aged parmesan on clearance at Kroger, so we got to use our fancy zyliss cheese grater we got for our wedding and have fresh parmesan. It was good and I have 4 pounds of cheese and leftovers galore-hit me up if you want to stop and get some ricotta!

To round out our weekend
Sunday was a lazy day for me, I was super wore out from running around and working on the house and making cheese, and also from all the nursing I had to do for Seth. We hung up all the new art from Hobby Lobby. Went to Target for prescription refills. I finished the laundry and cleaned up the kitchen. All and all pretty restful and boring. We watched the “Big Love” season finale! WOW! When does that come back? Soon I hope! Thank God…well I won’t ruin it for you, but thank goodness some people are dead and some people are back.

Up on tap this week
Tonite we are really going to try and go Seth’s Church he wants to try out. He really needs to get off work on to time though. Tuesday thru Thursday we really have nothing exciting that I know of. Friday we asked Cheeto and Whit if they wanted to come over and grill, under the assumption that the weather was going to be nice as it has been-but it’s not, its suppose to snow on Friday and the rest of the weekend. Sunday is the Cougar Party for Twilight. I’m still deciding on what to serve, I initially said Enchi’s but I have 4 pounds of ricotta now-so I’m thinking lasagna sounds good.

Well that’s about it from here! Hope you all have a great Monday!
Love (to be a cheesemaker),
Carrie

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.

REALLY CLOCK, REALLY?
What is with this hour, day, week-taking so GD long? Seriously?? I cannot believe that its only 1:37. That is SO UNFAIR. Pbbbhhhtttthhh...

Blogs *angry fist shake*
Oh how I love you. But you are eating my day. Days when I could be writing eloquent chapters in my book or decidedly thoughtful blogs or even doing the work I was hired to do. Currently I am in love with these blogs and am stuck in archive hell trying to catch up on people I don't even know and their witty musings on the Internet since 2001. (Seriously-people have been blogging that long!?!?) I currently send myself an email every night before I leave work of where I am at in my current love blogs archives. The blogs I am reading currently are:
Dad Gone Mad-This guy reminds me of my brother, but more Jewish.
http://www.dooce.com/- This women is living my dream life with her beautiful pictures and fantastic decorating and style sense and getting to be on the Today show and writing a book with a witty title.
http://www.finslippy.com - This woman cracks me up. She is that cool East Coast friend I wish I had like Joshilyn Jackson is my cool Southern friend.

The first annual meeting of the Cougar Club
Seth has deemed a gathering of a few of my friends to watch Twilight in the safety of our own homes away from screaming teens and police who will make us take our hands out of our pants "The Cougar Club" Thanks honey. Not only did you call me and my friend Old, you've officially made this whole thing weird, because before it was just people who like to watch age inappropriate movies. Now I have to come up with a clever name for your football league...

A conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Hellbusch:
(Due to raving yesterday, I will try to include these as much as I can)

Mrs. H: Let's run away to Columbia and buy a Cocoa Bean Farm and make fantastic Cocoa Beans that are world renowned and we are loved by the small village we employ to maintain our farm while we play with our sun kissed children in the fields and picnic and I will wear a big hat and you will wear a white linen suit that never gets dirty and sandals.
Mr. H: We can't, we are on a budget.
Mrs. H: You know, you should find a better name for budget if you want me to like it and go along with it, you know make it fun-like instead of saying we are going to the gym, I say we are going to the "Sweat Shop" and make dirty eyebrows.
Mr. H: Okay-how about "Project Fun" Because we are working to save money to have fun?
Mrs. H: *makes face*
Mr. H: Um..."Project Awesome Fun"?
Mrs. H: *makes exasperated face* Why does it have to be a project? Look if you don't come up with a fun name soon, I'm going to start dancing to this song because I like this song and I have a dance to it and it starts like this. *shakes shoulders*
Mr. H: Okay no, don't stop-how about "Awesome Fun"?
Mrs. H: Okay that works-Can we have PepperJax for dinner?
Mr. H: No, we can't, we are having "Awesome Fun" instead...
Mrs. H: Ooo that sounds dirty!!
Mr. H: *throws himself on a display of hunting knifes*

Love (for it to be the weekend already),
Carrie

A signature always reveals a man's character - and sometimes even his name.

Goodnight Brain…
It feels like my brain needs a nap. It’s just sluggishly dragging itself around today. The Brain is taking minutes to answer questions that normally take seconds. Mundane repetitive tasks require a pause and step by step think thru to get things moving again. In short my brain needs a kick in the ass, but being that I don’t (and hope) my brain does not HAVE an ass, or ass section, since most things in the brain seems to be in sections, I’m not sure where to direct my kicking motion…

If you build it, they will tax you.
So I’m already sick of this whole Sarpy County Stadium debate here in Omaha. While I think it would be fun to have a Haymarket Park type of picnic thing going on, could we get a better team than the Royals? One actually worth watching? I remember we used to go to this Fourth of July family thing the first couple years we lived in Nebraska and my mom worked on base, and we always had to plan an activity for during the game, because the Royals were that bad. I actually cannot remember watching a game. I have pictures of Kathy reading a book and Jesse playing with walkie-talkies. Pretty much we were there for the fireworks and whatever world record attempt was going to get us into the Guinness Book of World Records (Of which I am in both for biggest crowd playing a kazoo to the tune of “take me out to the ball game” and biggest crowd doing the YMCA-booyah!) So unless this new stadium can not raise my property taxes or any other taxes and will have the WORLD’S Largest Fireworks show-you won’t get my support. Or maybe if they give everyone whose names are Carrie free tickets. I also think there are better things to spend money on, like hospitals and schools. One guy on the news last night said something really striking to me, "We don't build factories for manufacturers. We don't build warehouses for distributors. We don't build stores for retailers so why would we build a stadium for a sports franchise?" SO TRUE. Anyway moving on…

Grand Ole Idol
American Idol last night was…snooooozzzzeeee. I of course, as planned voted for Scott because I laughed at Randy Travis and his awkward “go in for the hug, oh he’s blind he can’t see the hugging so we’ll do a handshake moment”. I rolled my eyes at Danny Gokey’s “Jesus take the wheel” (predictable) and got uncomfortable with Adam’s “Ring of Fire” which was super strange. I really wanted to be like, “Dear Adam-you aren’t Jim Morrison yet, please refrain from freaking out America until after you get arrested the first time for indecent exposure. Thanks, Carrie” I get he was trying to pull a David Cook and do it “his way” but seriously, he all but took off his pants and sang about his man junk while he pointed to it and thrusting it inappropriately. Everyone else was pretty much forgettable except Matt G-who can play a piano like nobody’s business. He even shows up the blind guy-who whined about getting bad hat picks, I’m sure he will go home tonite because AI is rigged and NO ONE spills the secrets of AI.

Weekend cooking plans
This weekend I’m going to attempt to make ricotta cheese on my own. I’m very nervous. This could go horribly wrong with a quickness. And I could waste 6 dollars of milk, buttermilk, and half and half. And also about 2 hours of my life. Let’s keep our fingers crossed though and hope for the best. Because if I can MAKE CHEESE, the world would be a BRILLANT place. My dream is to make something so awesome and unique that my friends and family stop asking me for the recipe and just start begging me to make it for them and bring it to parties. Kind of like my Dad’s guacamole recipe. I also have a lovely cheese stuffed chicken recipe from A year in the kitchen I’m going to try.

Wake me up, before you go-go-oh wait don’t.
I woke up this morning to a headache. A headache is like the fifth worse thing to wake up to. The first being blood of any sort, second a stranger in your bed/room, third cat butt in your face, fourth the sudden urge to vomit. So needless to say, didn’t start off this day well, but at least its overcast and moody, kind of like myself today. If it was bright and sunny I’d be even more crabby, because we all know how I feel about sunshine.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Speaking of overcast days, you know what my favorite thing in the world is? Curling up under a duvet on the couch, with a really good book, and a cuddly kitten or two, and reading three sentences of the book and falling asleep-this is the best thing ever. This scenario can also have cuddly kittens substituted for a cuddly husband and the book substituted for a boring football game.

A conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Hellbusch:

Me: So I was reading this stuff today about circumcision-
Husband: -oh great.
Me: Let me finish-so anyway apparently some women don’t get their baby boys circumcised because there is this big movement because it’s really unhealthy or something I don’t know.
Husband: We are getting our son circumcised-end of discussion.
Me: Well why? I mean, I don’t care about our kids foreskin one way or another, I just want to know why you are so adamant about it.
Husband: Because that’s the kid that gets picked on in school, the kid with the weird wanger. He goes to the pool and we all made fun of him. (Continues long story about the boy he knew his whole life that had hippie parents and was uncircumcised and how horrible his life was with foreskin.)
Me: You looked at boys wangers at the pool and pointed and laughed?
Husband: Well when you are a kid, you look, you know, at the pool.
Me: Uh no, I wasn’t allowed to look at boys wangers at the pool. What pool did YOU go to? Let’s not send our kids there.
Husband: *exasperated sigh* No, no circumcision.
Me: Oh I don’t even care about that anymore, I’m worried about my boy looking at other boys wangers now…
Husband:…*crashes truck into tree*

Hope you all have a great Hump Day! We are almost there-hold on people!
Love, (anything that involves a duvet)
Carrie

VINDICATION!

HAHAHA!
I'm not the ONLY person in the world who has questioned handwashing in the bathrooms.
Here is an excerpt from a blog I frequently stalk and am reading back entries off (Its a great one, she's been blogging for like 10 years)
From Mimi Smartypants:

"BLASPHEMER!
This could very well get me kicked out of Diaryland, or at least ensure that no one wants to sit with me at lunch anymore, but yesterday I started to wonder why we wash our hands after going to the bathroom. I do it, you do it, most people do it, because our parents raised us right. But how is modern toileting any dirtier than any other activity? You don't touch anything in there other than toilet paper and flush-handle.* Now, it is undoubtedly a good idea to wash one's hands several times during the day, so even if we rip away the veil of social etiquette and expose post-elimination handwashing for the farce that it is, I have no plans to discontinue the practice. I just want us all to take a step back and mentally challenge the handwashing paradigm. Unless you routinely splash about in the bowl or pee on your fingers, I don't understand it.
*(Well, girls don't. Men, do you have to handle the johnson in order to pee? I am not familiar with Male Pee Procedures. But even if you do, presumably your schlong is not encrusted with microbes and filth.) "


HAHAH! I am no longer shamed with my no handwashing!!

Here's something to think about: How come you never see a headline like 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Come to Ireland with the Nebraska Retired Teachers Association-I did!
In 2000 I went to Ireland for my high school graduation gift from my Grandma Lashely. (Thanks Gram!) We went for 10 days and did a bus tour. I LOVED it. I wanted to move there and live there forever in a little house with a thatched roof overlooking the Cliffs of Moor. It was a very good time, and I even met a woman whose company rented all of the china to Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston’s wedding. I think my favorite place was the Waterford Crystal Factory where I got to see how glass is made, and I got to see my favorite modern artist’s workshop, Dale Chihuly.
The place I was most disappointed in was the Blarney Stone. So here is my story about my Blarney Stone experience in honor of St. Patty’s Day today.
First off, you should know the Blarney Stone is on the top of some castle watchtower, what feels to be about 8,000 feet in the air. It is actually part of a castle, Blarney Castle. Here is a picture of the castle:

And the stone is way up at the top of that parapet.

So first you wait in this really long winding line that goes all the way up the top of said parapet. Then you get to the top of the stone and you’re like okay where is it? IT’S ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE FREAKIN’ CASTLE. I’m so not kidding. Here is a picture of the stone from the ground:

Then to make you even more comfortable with the fact you are attempting death to put your lips on something EVERY KNOWN GROSS PERSON YOU CAN IMAGINE has put their lips on, they tell you THIS is what you have to do to get to the stone:

And the person who is going to be holding your legs as you shimmy out along those iron bars over the SIDE OF THE CASTLE? The world’s oldest man. Mine looked a lot like the guy pictured here-


So I shimmy out and it is singly the most terrifying five seconds of my life. I’m gripping with all my might and ole Angus is back there loosely holding onto my legs and flirting with my grandma. I remember the stone seemed slimey. And I tried to think about other famous people whose lip juice I was sharing with, instead of the old guy that was holding my legs.
Then my grandma did it, I think I have that on video-everyone who shimmies out there has no idea just how far up they are or how much their own life really is in their hands. Then we walked down (I don’t remember that at all) and we went into the Blarney Woolen Mills and I bought my Claddah ring and my grandma bought a watch and we had some soup. The end.

Fun facts about Ireland!

Also in honor of St. Patty’s Day, here are 10 things you didn’t know about Ireland, courtesy of ABC News-

More Guinness Is Sold in Nigeria Than in Ireland (Wow, shock, they must corner the market on Guinness exporting)
Playboy Was Banned in Ireland Until 1995 (Weird-but they are mostly Catholic there, I think)
In the Summer of 2007, It Rained in Ireland for 40 Days Straight (*swoons* that is my DREAM land)
Ireland Has the Fourth Largest Stadium in Europe (Well, soccer is a lot bigger then America cares to recognize around the world)
A Hospital in Belfast Is a World Leader in Kneecap Reconstruction (Again, Soccer-you need those kneecaps to run and kick…and play hacky sack, I don't know...)
Up Until Around the Early 1990s, Ireland Had a Low Per Capita Consumption of Alcohol (And then apparently Ireland got rich and people started boozing, per the article)
The Street on Which You Will Find the British Embassy in Tehran Is Named After an Irishman (Boy they are stretching it here, huh?)
Only 2 Members of U2 Were Born in Ireland (One of those SHOCKINGLY is BONO, the other is not The Edge. Haha, you can’t have another reason to hate Bono, he is NOT a liar-The Edge however….)
An Irishman Founded the Argentinean Navy (Like you do…)

Alright! Everyone have a great day, don’t enjoy too much green beer like I did that one time with Kathy-and three seconds later the entire college knew all about it. Dana High School!

Love (to be living in Ireland),

Carrie

Is sloppiness in speech caused by ignorance or apathy? I don't know and I don't care

Hi All! Ugh, it’s Monday again. There is nothing worse than a Monday. Unless it is a holiday, and then it’s alright. I am really tired today for some reason and I haven’t shaken it yet.
Weekend Review
Our weekend was pretty productive, we got a lot of work done on the house. I finally got to put my living room furniture (well most of it anyway) back in place which was a HUGE relief. We saw “Watchmen” and I thought it was pretty good. Although I didn’t have an expectations going in, I was just there for an afternoon date! We went and saw it at the Rave theater, which was exciting because we saw it on one of their bigger screens-so it was super cool and sharp. I really do notice a difference with those DLP screens. In other weekend news, I learned how to use a detail sander. Cheeto and Whit came over to watch a movie which is always fun. My Dad came for dinner and my mom came over for dessert. Janet and Neil came to get our door trim to stain for us. I straighten up the office and cleaned the bathrooms. The Kid-ten’s got a new water fountain bowel and they LOVE it and I love not having to wait for the cat before I can use the toilet. Seth had football practice and didn’t feel too much like an old man. The weather was stunning. All and all a pretty productive weekend.
Cooking with Carrie
This weekend I made Gordon Ramsey’s Shepherds Pie and I am pleased as punch to say it was met with rave reviews by my Dad and Seth. It was a bigger pain in the ass then I expected. I always thought Shepherds pie was one of those throw together dishes, but I forgot I was making a Ramsey dish so it was very involved. Lots of reducing and grating and rice-ing. Seth had to help a lot more then I bargained for. I also made Chocolate Chip cookies (note to self: do not melt butter-cream the butter or you get pancake cookies) and cinnamon rolls at the request of Seth which I have decided are the BIGGEST pain the butt to make, and of course they are his newly declared “Favorite” thing I bake. Great. I’m currently hunting for recipes to try next weekend but it feels like I have a Mexican weekend coming on…
I heart my DVR!
We made a real effort to get things off the DVR this weekend after I had to delete like 20 “House Hunters” and “Property Virgins”. The TV season is getting ready to close and so most episodes are new. I’m complaining now about having too much to watch, but wait until May and I’ll complain about everything I love being off air until September. I’ve also noticed that Seth has less shows than I do for the ones we watch apart (Me: Ghost Whisperer, ER, Ugly Betty, Make Me a Supermodel, and all the Law and Order’s-Him: Reaper, Sarah Conner Chronicles) Which means he has to find things to do or I have to get up early on the weekends to watch them all.
“ER” made me cry, again, I think I was more crying that it was ending and that everyone was coming back. The stuff with the newer cast I fast forwarded thru. “Ghost Whisperer” made me cry-THANK GOD JIM is back. And I’d like to give a little shout out to “Chuck” which has some of the best writing EVER. We’ve had to stop watching this show while we eat because we get to laughing so hard we have to pause so we don’t choke. We are worlds behind in our “Friday Night Lights” and “Numbers”, but we will get there! We taped that new “Kings” show last night, and I love me some Ian McShane so I’m pretty excited. I can’t wait to get home and watch that and “Big Love” I have a sickness, I know this. If you ever saw my DVR Series Manger you’d really feel sorry for me-or disgusted, but I live in Nebraska, where the weather is either too hot or too cold to do anything of substance. I’m sure if we moved to Colorado I’d be hiking or something.
Scientific Proof!
So this morning on the radio they said a new study came out that you are considered mentally old at the ripe old age of 27 and that you hit your mental peak at 22. I almost drove my car into a tree when I heard that. I didn’t believe it so I went and tried to find it. And it’s true!! http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/7945569.stm YOU BASTARDS. I always knew I was old. *runs to sob in a corner and buy depends*
Here lies Safety, it died when Steve fell off the ladder
They put up new stone markers at the entrance to NPP’s Admin Building today, and they seriously look like grave markers. They say our new strategic foundations like "Safety" "Accountablity" and some other ones I didn't see because I ran in the building and away from the Foundation reminding grave markers. Then I made inappropirate jokes about them with my co-workers, like "so if you don't do one of the foundations, is that where they bury you?" But I still hate them. And I don't want to walk out the front door today.
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood
It’s going to be gorgeous out today, near 74 or something ridiculously not March like that. I would love to be home finishing up the trim sanding. And sitting outside with the kittens who LOVE it outside, even though I know my dad is right and they are going to be dashing out the door before we know it and not coming home. It’s just so hard, and Willow whines and cries like we are the WORSE parents ever. Every time she throws one of her fits Seth yells back at her “Oh its SO AWFUL WILLLLOOOOOOWWWW we are SOOOO MEANNN.” But I actually did a neighborly thing this weekend! I randomly talked to someone about the weather that was walking by with their dog. Seth about fell over in shock. I’m not very neighborly, especially since the ding dong ditch incident a month ago.
Speaking of those hooligan kids-they had a GANG of them across the street last night screaming and pointing what looked to be guns at each other until 11 o’clock at NIGHT. And the town bicycle mother was HOME, or at least her car was. I want to have those kids arrested so bad. I think I’m going to go plant some weed at their house or something, but first I have to figure out how to find weed to plant. When’s curfew, at what point can I be an old lady and call the cops. The screaming is out of control. I know these kids are going to be a problem. One day when Seth had the day off he was at home sleeping in and the girl was screaming “help! Help!” and Seth went hauling out there to see what was wrong and she was just crying wolf. So I’ve had it out for her since. Now there is a GANG ( I say it in capital letters to make it scarier) of them out there at night screaming and pointing guns at each other. Bah Kids! *shakes cane*
Work-UGH!
Alright I just got handed a HUGE TERRIBLE AWFUL project that I want to complain about in great detail, but I’d better just get started on it instead. Hope you all have a great day-enjoy the weather!

Love (that spring is starting!)
Carrie

Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.

Hi All!
I'm struggling for a good topic today, and I almost hurt myself thinking and then I thought-hey, its FRIDAY, no need to think too hard on anything at all!
So I'm going to enjoy the warming weather, and I hope you all enjoy your weekend!
See ya Monday!
Love (Friday's)
Carrie

Laughter is the closest distance between two people.

Why Carrie doesn’t Twitter
So I’ve been really looking at this Twitter thing. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a website where you basically update your every move and thought throughout the day. Famous people do it, TV shows do it, heck even Anderson Cooper does it.
I really don’t think this is such a good idea for me. To prove my point, here is a sample of what my Twitter day will look like: (apparently there is a cute little picture of you and a balloon box that comes up with your thoughts-so just imagine that)

Carrie thinks that getting up before the sun should be a crime.
Carrie thinks that she doesn’t want to brush her teeth this morning, but probably will.
Carrie is looking at her bed longingly.
Carrie is checking her email and facebook.
Carrie is waking up Seth.
Carrie is making breakfast and feeding the babies ham from Seth’s sandwich.
Carrie is trying to decide what to take for lunch.
Carrie is running late.
Carrie can’t find her black motorcycle boots to wear today and it makes her mad.
Carrie is wearing her pink tennis shoes…again.
Carrie is running very late.
Carrie almost hit Seth’s truck backing out-per usual.
Carrie wishes it was legal to shoot a paintball gun at people who cut her off in traffic.
Carrie thinks the crew on 94.1 is hilarious in the morning.
Carrie wishes she was brave enough to call into the morning shows.
Carrie thinks that 106.9 Big Boy in the morning has some funny topics too-but not today.
Carrie loves English muffins with cream cheese-YUM.
Carrie hates how pop splatters everywhere when you open it while driving.
Carrie wishes it was legal to gentle rear end people who are going 50 in the fast lane.
Carrie wishes this drive was shorter.
Carrie hates the sun-especially when it’s bright and shiny in her eyes while she is driving.
Carrie wishes Fort Calhoun would move 10 feet to the left so she didn’t have to slow down to 25 when going thru the town.
Carrie is sitting in security hoping they don’t search her because she forgot to take out the bottle of wine her mom gave Seth in her backseat-AGAIN. Dang!
Carrie is giving the security guards Bambi eyes
Carrie made it thru! I need to send myself a reminder email after I boot up my computer to get rid of that wine.
Carrie just remembered she forgot to get cheap red wine for her Shepherds Pie this weekend-Double Damn.
Carrie is thinking maybe she can use some of her wedding wine for cooking.
Carrie is trying to find a parking spot.
Carrie is running into the building-it’s COLD!
Carrie is peeing.
Carrie is getting hot water for tea!
Carrie is hiding from creepy old guy who always tries to rub her back.
Carrie is booting up her computer.
Carrie is sending out her morning emails.
Carrie thinks even though she is sending all these out, she probably won’t hear back on any of them and that makes her sad.
Carrie is listening to coworkers fight-FUN.
Carrie is emailing Jenny.
Carrie is listening to her boss step in.
Carrie is giggling at Jenny’s reply.
Carrie thinks he should fire them and pay her more.
Carrie tells Jenny that.
Carrie is attempting to look busy while she finishes her secret project.
Carrie is thinking she has MAD mundane task skills.
Carrie is trying to figure out how to print all 258 pages of her secret project 3 times without anyone noticing.
Carrie is going to wait until after 4 to do that.
Carrie remembered that she has mucho scanning to do after four today, nuts.
Carrie’s vitamins are hurting her tummy.
Carrie is on her way to the file cabinets to get files to audit.
Carrie wishes she had won the lotto.
Carrie is thinking the weekend is going to be REALLY busy and she’s sad about that.
Carrie just wants to take a nap.
Carrie thinks she should get Zio’s this weekend.
Carrie is in love with Google. Google Reader, Google News page-AWESOME.
Carrie is sad for the people in Germany and the school shooting and the people in Alabama, but she can’t stop reading about it.
Carrie really HATES Pink, Nickleback, and the new Kelly Clarkson song. And she’s really sick of having to turn her radio off every other song.
Carrie is going pee.
Carrie is reading Grey’s Anatomy spoilers.
Carrie is wondering if her Dad would like to see Fleetwood Mac when they come to town.
Carrie hates radio commercials, especially Woodhouse ones.
Carrie thinks the clock is going SO SLOW.
Carrie is so friggin smart, she just cut her secret book printing in half by landscaping…Shazam! Word Wizard!
Carrie just got an email from her mom! Yay!
Carrie is now trying to figure out how to secretly print 132 pages 3 times.
Carrie wishes that her book writing skills were as good as her twittering skills.
Carrie is printing off sections at a time of the book because its taking forever, then she’s just going to photocopy them.
Carrie is drinking warm V8 and eating pretzels- 10 o’clock munchies!
Carrie is going pee.
Carrie can’t believe it is only 10:08.
Carrie had to turn off the radio for that Taylor Swift song-blech.
Carrie is actually doing some work.
Carrie is reading Big Love spoilers.
Carrie is bloated and wants to take off her pants. She is the bloated beast of the Balrog.
Carrie shouldn’t be watching Lord of the Rings before she goes to bed, it makes her want to quote lines all day.
Carrie is going pee.
Carrie enjoys sleeping late, being snowed in, and saying the word bananas but not eating them.
Carrie is wondering what Seth is doing.
Carrie needs to change out one of her desk pictures because she looks sauced in it. (she was)
Carrie misses her beeps (the baby kittens, I don’t know why we call them beeps)
Carrie is still SO MAD about Pushing Daises, Jericho, Firefly, and Eli Stone getting cancelled.
Carrie wonders if she is the only person who watched America’s Best Dance Crew and So You Think You Can Dance and American Idol because no one wants to talk about it, is it a dirty secretly, like TV porn?
Carrie oddly enough does not like Dancing with the Stars.
Carrie wonders what Rob Thomas is up to, is there going to be a new Matchbox 20 cd soon?
Carrie wishes No Doubt was coming to Omaha, she would take Kathy because they used to rock out to No Doubt as kids.
Carrie just smiled when she remembered NKOTB concert with Kathy.
Carrie thinks it is hilarious when people interview here, you can always tell, they are wearing three piece suits.
Carrie is going pee.
Carrie is having to help someone with transmittals, is it really THAT hard?
Carrie is pretty excited, Right Said Fred is making a comeback! Remember I’m too Sexy??
Carrie just got the whole Britney “If you seek Amy” song controversy, it took entirely too long, she is old.
Carrie is listening to snippets of Jewel’s new lullaby cd and wondering if she likes it…
Carrie is checking her Amazon gold box
Carrie thinks the gold box deal sucks-who wants the Narnia movies on Blu-Ray?
Carrie is oh so smart with her sectioned printing (which took forever) and then her photocopying-secret book project-done!
Carrie’s top 7 favorite foods are burritos, French fries, nachos, her homemade tomato soup, grilled cheese, and Fat Potato Fat Fat (that was a top 3 but I had to expand.)
Carrie wonders what they are going to have for dinner tonite. She is thinking mac and cheese.
Carrie is shocked about how easy it is to make soup from scratch.
Carrie hates that they are building a new stadium in Sarpy County for the shitty Royals.
Carrie is cold.
Carrie has 10 minutes until lunch!
Carrie has lasagna for lunch.
Carrie wishes Pam was online so they could chat
Carrie is wondering what her Dad is doing.
Carrie wishes it was warm out so she could go running.
Carrie still feels like Bloaty McBloaterson
Carrie is going pee.
Carrie is getting ready to go eat lunch!!!

And that was only half my day people. Seriously-I should not be allowed to twitter. I shouldn’t even be allowed to facebook update. Don’t worry though, it won’t happen anytime soon, it’s blocked at my work and Seth isn’t buying me a new phone until 2009. Boo.
Have a great day everyone!
Love (to constantly update),
Carrie

I need...

Jenifriend from http://enjoyerofthejourney.com/ tagged me to do this on the blog, and since I'm waiting for a meeting to start I did it!

My instructions were to type my name and the word “needs” in the Google search and then list the first ten responses that make sense. Don’t forget to put your name and the word ‘need’ in quotations, like this: “Carrie needs”

Carrie needs help...please (Hahahahah-SO TRUE)
Carrie needs to examine life choices that she has, or has not, made in the past. (That's deep)
Carrie needs her Vitamin Water (I've never even had it-I must need it!
Carrie needs our support! (Yes she does, send money soon!)
Carrie needs more than deep breathing exercises (yes she needs a week in Cancun or to win the lotto)
Carrie needs therapy (Had it.)
Carrie Needs Some Love Too! (Yeah!)
Carrie needs no makeover to shine. (that's right!)
Carrie needs to be told to shut the hell up, because all she does is whine about men. (Oooo Snap!)
Carrie needs someone who is going to stick by her (I got that!)

That was fun-Thanks Jeni!!
I would tag other people, but that would revel how many people I blogstalk that I don't know!
:-)

The reason why so few good books are written is that so few people who can write know anything.

Ugh-a plauge has hit our house. Its like a wierd sinus death plauge, complete with exahustion and utter crabbiness.
I even get to be that fun person in a group of cubes who is sucking snot all day and you get to listen!
So the blog is taking a break until I get better. Plus my head is consumed with the voices from the book I'm mulling, I've banged out a few chapters of character introductions, but can't seem to get started on the plot.
So I'll be there, you be here, waiting on pins and needles for my return.
I might (if we get the house looking semi decent and not like the black death hole its currently in) I will put up some pictures!
Love (to be able to not feel like crap),
Carrie

Part of being sane, is being a little bit crazy.

Things I have had to learn the hard way:
Taking my rubber finger (for flipping thru stacks of paper efficiently) off before I go to the bathroom.
Just because you love with all of your heart and give with all of your soul doesn’t mean the person you are doing it for will do it back
Your wedding day is not totally about you and you won’t win every battle you fight just because you are the bride-ask my mom about jewel toned bridesmaid dresses or Seth’s mom about receiving lines
Passive aggressive nagging only leads to passive aggressive hate of said nagger
There are some bad habits you can’t break and aren’t worth breaking if they comfort and relax you-like watching tv for me
When you love a job, you really love it-and you can tell a difference when you get up in the morning
There is always someone who is going to catch you when you fall
I am not a good driver
You are not everyone else’s babysitter or watchdog at work, if someone isn’t doing their work, it isn’t your job to tattle. Keep your eyes on your own paper.
How to dress appropriately for work (aka tiny skirts, tight pants, cleavage shirts and high heels are not appropriate)
How to have appropriate conversations at work (I’m still working on this one)
Plants hate me
Being sick as a grown up still means you have to get up and go to work or do chores, unless you are absolutely dead, in which case you still have to get to the hospital and pay money to be treated.
No matter how much I want my friends to love me as much as I love them-they are grown ups with busy lives and even though I call or email, doesn’t mean I’ll get a response back.
Crazy obsessive worrying doesn’t make the problem any better or go by any faster
Not everyone reads or checks my blog multiple times a day or even a day.
At some point, no one cares if you are wearing sexy underwear or where you buy them from-I’m referring to people who see them in a sexy manner. (learning this has saved me millions, I’m sure *angry fist shake at Victoria’s Secret-the secret is no one cares but you!)
No one cares how much I don’t want to talk on the phone to them, or my aversion to said phone
Sometimes you have to break promises
The hardest person to love is yourself, but once you do, life and love are a million times easier

Photos again

A few more!

Pictures I took tonite of the kittens

Trying my hand at photography, here are some pictures I took of the kittens playing outside today. Let me know what you think!! Remember I'm just learning-hopefully I'll get a better camera and some better scenery to take pictures in!
Love (trying new things),
Carrie

To be pleased with one's limits is a wretched state.

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We are generally the better persuaded by the reasons we discover ourselves than by those given to us by others.

I haven’t decided my mood yet today. It’s still up for debate.

In which Alice fell down the rabbit hole and came out crabby-
I, of course, slipped into an alternate dimension this morning and was late for work. Apparently at some point in my normal routine I took a 10 minute detour to Narnia and danced with the creepy child molester goat man and then came back to finish up Seth’s egg sandwich. So of course I completely forgot that we do a morning meeting at 8 on Wednesday’s. Which kind of makes me mad because I get in at 8 (everyone else but my partner* in records and I comes in at 7:30) so I’m always the last one at said meeting and therefore, even on the days I’m not deciding if “eat me” and “drink me” tabs on things are sexual or not, I always look like I’m late. So I’m sitting at my desk three minutes late when the little reminder thing on my outlook pops up and goes “Remember that meeting?” and I run to the back table and try to sneak in without looking too guilty and mumble something incoherent about forgetting and sitting back at my desk. In said meeting I find out my partner* is going to be late (really, it’s almost 11:30-what is the definition of late? She has this really annoying habit of saying that she is going to be late and then not showing up at all and I sit here all day and increase my knowledge of all things internet)
When I get back to my desk there is a 45 MINUTE VOICEMAIL MESSAGE from some guy who is going for the world record use of “um” in a sentence. He’s looking for a record, and of course its records I don’t have access to or even know who to go to get said access (I guess I need more training). I listen to his WHOLE hemming and hawing spiel where he repeatedly starts and stops and leaves pretty much the most annoying message ever just to get his name and phone number, which of course, he rushes through at the end. I debate calling him back and telling him I have no idea what he’s talking about and the next time he has a records request to just email it to me because the man cannot leave a proper message to save his life. I also debated making him a list of proper message leaving tips and techniques. But in the end I just wrote down the records numbers and decided to tell Pat when she came in. Which was almost painful for me because at my last job, we had this thing called the 1/24 response (1 hour to respond to the request and 24 hours to complete it or follow up with an update) to people and it was DRILLED into me and all I could think was how I was violating this major rule. But there is no rule like that here at NPP. So of course, I let it go and lo and behold some guy comes sauntering into my cube to tell me about how he found said record without my help and references his voicemail repeatedly. It took everything in me not to tell him off for his poor voicemail skills.

*I’m still deciding on what to call the woman I work with in records. I used to call her my trainer, but since she doesn’t really train me anymore, that doesn’t seem appropriate. And she’s not my boss or anything, basically I’m her back up, she’s been in the job like 80 years and is going to retire soon and then I’ll take her place, I’ve been trying on different titles. Commandant wore out quick. I’m open to suggestions. Partner is making me feel like I should move to Connecticut or something and fight for equal rights in the ER-when I really could care less if she is there if I’m dying or not.

Marco-Polo!

I was just sent on a wild goose chase to deliver a records request. All of our scanners are down at NPP, so when we have records request I have to make copies and deliver them. I wondered around cubicles aimlessly trying to find the guy that no one has ever heard of apparently. I travelled to the side of the building I used to sit at when I was on projects and some guy who eats a lot of yogurt is sitting at my old desk. I kind of felt a pang of jealousy. It was nice and quiet over there and it has a great view of the river and the eagles that nest out along the river. And they have ample parking on that side of the building too. I almost walked up to him and put my hand on his shoulder and choked out-“Treat her well, she’s a great cube” and ran off wailing. Instead I went downstairs to continue my game of Marco Polo with the guy who makes records requests but doesn’t tell you where he sits.

How much does a brain to mouth filter cost? I think mine needs replaced.
A conversation I just had:
Me: When did the opposite side of the building get a secretary over there?
Coworker: Well, all the secretaries were sitting together by the VIP offices, but then they moved her over there.
Me: What was she gossiping with the other secretaries and had to get separated? *snickers*
Coworker: No, the design team decided they needed their secretary closer to the engineers so she could service them better.
Me: Oh I get it, she’s in the *air quotes* service industry WINK! She must have been the slutty secretary of the group. HAHAHAH
Coworker……


High five Ryan!
I voted last night on American Idol for the blind guy. I only did it because I’ve made about 20000 jokes about him over the last couple of weeks and I decided that I needed to get on the right side of karma. And he sang a great song- “Mandolin Rain” by Bruce Hornsby-which by the way-WHO KNEW THAT THOSE WERE THE LYRICS? The lyrics BLOW. But I had no idea the song was about Banjo’s and mandolins and crap like that. I’m going to have to ask my dad if he knew that. Of course, I can’t tell you what I THOUGHT the lyrics were since I’ve heard the real ones…Of course the blind guy TOTALLY rocked Ryan by asking for a stationary high-five-way to go SCOTT-he’s my new favorite. I totally won’t mind if he wins it all. Even though I giggle relentless at the thought of the blind guy doing the group dance numbers and the commercials.

Reason number 389723894582 Carrie is going to hell:
Carrie: Is that the blind guy’s brother escorting him through the camera wave and name announcement moment of American Idol?
Seth: They look alike.
Carrie: He’s hot-I guess it’s good to be blind, at least he doesn’t know he’s the ugly brother…*cackles*
Seth: Jesus, Carrie…

I’m going to be an overbearing mother
Last night I was sitting in the bathtub reading my fitness magazine and repeatedly snorting at their healthy lifestyle suggestions (Smash ½ an avocado and an egg and smear it in your hair for extra shine!-WTF? How long have they been giving this “new” tip?) and Seth was on the phone with his mom. All of the sudden Bags appears at the side of the tub and peeks his head over (per usual) and begins wailing incessantly (also per usual-he doesn’t really like the concept of my floating head) when I splash him with my bathwater he runs away into the spare room doorway and immediately starts HORKING violently. Which causes me to scream for Seth at the top of my lungs. Seth hangs up with his mom mid run to witness Bagheera finishing up his dry heave. Now to my defense, he has been acting really weird lately. This is the cat who wants nothing to do with anyone and has spent the last couple of days crawling into my lap any chance he gets, even when I’m on the can. So I really felt this was the moment he was going to die in front of me. I make Seth get him water (of course, my cat attempting to die does not warrant me getting out of my bubble bath-pssshhhtt.) and make sure he’s okay. He then returns to his phone call with his mom that I hear starts out as “Yeah Carrie was freaking out again about the cat” and then laughing. DON’T MOCK THE SKILLS.

We close tonite with:
Well I think my mood is snarky and chatty, which is a damn shame because no one is emailing me at all today and I have nothing to do and all this funny to share. Obviously. And for those of you who are going to complain that I wrote too much and you can’t catch up-oh boo hoo. Be quiet. If you would email me, I wouldn’t have to talk to myself all day.

Love, (the new paragraph title idea)
Carrie

Your true value depends entirely on what you are compared with.

I was debating what quote to put up in the subject line this morning because I also enjoyed this one:
The truth is always a compound of two half- truths, and you never reach it, because there is always something more to say.
But the first one won, because it made me laugh a little. And really, if you make me laugh, you are in.

We are currently still in remodel mode. It’s driving me crazy bananas. Seth is talking about rearranging the upstairs furniture, which makes me nervous since our furniture looks exactly like and is arranged exactly as the people who lived there before us had it. Seth seems to think the couch needs to be on the banister of the stairs and I think it will make the room feel smaller and closed off, and I like open concept.
We started watching the channel here in Omaha that just shows houses for sale. I have a love/hate relationship with that channel, which makes it very entertaining. You can only watch it every once in a while though because they never changed those houses. I think they run on a two week schedule. Anyway, I love it because I love seeing all the different decorating styles and love laughing at what the wording people use to describe crap. But I hate it because when we get into the houses I’ll never be able to afford, I get jealous and hateful towards my house. Especially since it doesn’t have a claw foot jacuzzi tub overlooking my 10 acres. Or my totally remodeled kitchen. Man I would love to have a fancy state of the art kitchen, I would have dinner parties everyday and grow my own veggies and herbs and shop at the farmer’s market and bake fresh bread twice a week. In my head, if I had the time, cooking would be so my thing. That and internet stalking.
So I’ve been thinking about our garden, because I’ve been thinking about cooking with fresh veggies and about our July 4th extravaganza this year (it’s on a Saturday! Hooray!) and cooking for that. I know we will have to start that sometime this month, hopefully the weather stays warm so I can start planting that. They’ve already put all the seeds and gardening stuff out at Walmart, so I’m itching to start that. Although I guarantee I will be over it all about a week into it.
Okay well I’m boring today. So I’m going to stop here!
Hope everyone is having a great day!
Love (to be at home in bed sleeping),Carrie

If at first you don't succeed, failure may be your style.

Happy Monday all! I hope you had good weekends. Mine was pretty good. I got to see everyone I loved and ate pizza and got my house pretty much done with the painting-at least the big bulky parts, there is still some touchups left to do.
Seth’s parents were painting machines. We thought we would only get the dining room walls and the living room walls done, but because Seth’s parents were so awesome, they got the entryway and the hallway done too! Now Seth just has to work on the trim work and we can put our house together as he gets those pieces done. I’ll admit, I’m over having all of my furniture pushed into the middle of rooms and all my décor in piles and baskets in the spare room!
Yesterday I got some kind of weird sinus infection thing going on. It was pretty bad. But I have a great husband who put up with my whining and demanding attitude all day long while touch up painting and putting the house back together. Then I was looking forward to eating out for the first time (fingers crossed) since we gave up eating out for a month, but the place I wanted to eat closes uber early on Sundays (3pm-WTF?!?) and so he drove to Pepperjax instead and got me that. I was such a slug and he is oh so very good to me. Love you Seth!
So I know you all are dying to hear about my Friday, though I’ve already told most people all about 100 times, since I was so excited and embarrassed. Basically I spent the entire day hallway stalking Bill Gates and Warren Buffett and Dave Sokal who were here to learn about Nuclear Power. They showed up around 11 and I spent the better portion of the day getting and returning files from our DEN library, that conveniently went right by the conference room hallway they were in. They had armed guards ( a guy who used to work with my mom is a guard out here so I totally knew him and he laughed at me every time I walked by). I finally gave up and decided to go to the bathroom and put my stuff back in the library around 3 (since I was going home at 4) and I came flying out of the bathroom, head down looking at my shoes (since I wore my maroon Kenneth Cole high heels-LOVE-how can you not look at those) and I turned the corner sharp, and of course ran right into Bill Gates coming out of the men’s bathroom. Like mowed right into him and didn’t even look. When I jumped back and realized it was him I almost died of embarrassment and apologized profusely, he was really nice about it. He just smiled and apologized too and said it was okay. I was MORTIFIED. I went back and went into my boss’s office and was like “you can go ahead and just fire me now because I just knocked over Bill Gates coming out of the bathroom.” He just laughed and then we made jokes about how clumsy I am (there is documentation of it here at NPP) and then we joked about how they will probably just take me out to the back field and shoot me in the head anyway. (Which is considerably not as funny now that I sit here…*looks over shoulder repeatedly*)
I got home Friday and there was a Kohl’s peel off coupon in the mail and we have been waiting to see if we could get a 30% off coupon because then we could do price matching and finally afford the super fancy steam cleaner we want. And as luck would have it, we ACTUALLY GOT THE COUPON, which I was assured by the Kohl’s people was really friggin rare. So I did a dance, and decided I had Bill Gates luck and went and bought a powerball ticket with Pam, so I’ll let you know if we won the lottery. Then you all would never visit this blog because it would be all about all the fabulous things I am doing with my lotto winnings, which would include, going to Cancun and buying a house in Nicaragua. And doing that thing where I redo my wedding in like Cancun or something with my whole wedding party and taking better pictures.

On my sick bed yesterday I started Mistress of the Art of Death by Ariana Franklin, so far it is a little overly descriptive, but a good story line!

Alright well it is almost lunch time!
Have a great rest of your Monday everyone!!

Love (to have won the lotto),
Carrie