Traveling

Traveling to Houston again this afternoon for another committee meeting. This is my first trip to make alone. Ever. Thanks to the advice of everyone after the last time I traveled, I have packed away a nice book and some headphones. Who cares if I'm not actually going to be listening to anything...the chatty Cathy sitting next to me doesn't have to know that. :)

Go to bed a little earlier

As I was sitting at the signal light leaving Sand Springs for work, a white Nissan pulled up behind me, and I about choked myself laughing out loud. Sitting in the passenger seat was a young, teenage boy who had obviously not gotten enough sleep last night. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was open wide enough to squeeze an entire apple inside! I could almost hear his snoring and see the drool rolling down his chin as he caught up on the Zzzzs he had lost last night.

It's really embarrassing when you fall asleep and you jerk yourself awake and the person sitting next to you snickers at you....but to have everyone in Sand Springs that drove by this poor kid's car snicker at him too...that's just wrong.

Bathroom drama

LOL! My co-worker just came in with battle wounds on her leg from the bathroom. Like me, she uses her foot to flush the toilet, and when she put her foot on the handle, her leg slipped and she cut her knee on the toilet paper holder. It was even bleeding. LOL--it is nice to know that we can share such traumatic stories with each other, and then turn around and laugh about it.

It's also good to know I am not the only foot-flushing fool. . .

YAY!

Congratulations to Carrie! I have been pulling for her since the beginning. I was shocked that she won, but happy nonetheless. As a fellow NSU attendee, I am glad that she won American Idol. :)

Bad News

Butch was gone when I got home from work yesterday and watered my flowers. :( Must have gotten too dry for him...Bummer. Now I'll have to find a new pet.

Meet Butch

We have a new pet frog in our backyard. He's been here since Saturday...at least that's when I discovered him in my flower bed. He's brown and about 3 inches long. He blends in well with the dirt, so I didn't see him until I was picking weeds from the flower bed and I guess I got too close to his personal space and he hopped a few feet away.

A couple of days ago, I guess he decided that the gladiola flower bed wasn't comfortable enough for him, so he moved over to the impassions on the top level. He waddled into the dirt and made a new bed for himself. He stays in the same spot all the time--what a boring life.

I sprayed him with water when I was watering my flowers and he didn't hop away. He just wiped his face off with his right foot (hand, whatever frogs have) and sat there. I even tried talking to him and kicking the stones around, but he didn't budge. He is stubborn.

I told my sister about him, and she said she was ready to be an aunt. Lord willing, Mike and I are still several years away from having children...well, ones with flesh anyways. Our next step is a dog. But since we haven't found the right one yet (and yes, I am looking) I guess the frog will have to do for now. I will name him Butch.

I will be sad if I go home to water my flowers tonight and Butch is gone. Four days is enough time to get attached, right? Well, okay maybe not for a frog. I am not attached.

Truth be known, I hate frogs. They are slimy and gross. I will never touch Butch...on purpose.

Excuse me sir...

To the guy whose car alarm has been going off outside for about 5 minutes now: Have mercy on all of us folks inside who are trying hard to concentrate on our Tetris game! You are making it difficult to concentrate to line up the pieces correctly. Please. Stop. The. Madness.