Weekend recap

Friday: Mike and I went grocery shopping--in record time and record amount spent, both significantly smaller than usual. :) Love it when that happens.

Painted at my sisters. Lots of chitter chatter, sweat, 4 people, and 2 hours later we had one coat in one bedroom completed. Hmph. Progress? I guess anything is better than nothing.

Saturday: While the boys put in our new patio doors (before and after pictures to come), my sister and I took my mom to lunch for a delayed Mother's Day celebration. She opted to go to a hole in the wall BBQ joint that turned out to be pretty tasty. In true Amy fashion I ate more dessert than lunch. :)

Sunday: We crammed in two movies between morning and evening church services, Secret Window and Open Water. Both were okay. Mike and I did enjoy tormenting each other with fictitious fish bites (pinches) after watching the movie...cheap entertainment--but it was fun. Sometimes I'm convinced that he and I are still children trapped in adult bodies. :)

As you can see, nothing too exciting, but I'm sure you are having a much better day now having read what I did this weekend. :) Don't kid yourself--you are telling yourself now how much you appreciate your exciting, adventurous life and are thankful you don't have as boring a life as this fellow blogger.

Spandex dog

I usually don't like to take ideas from other people's blogs, but this one I just couldn't resist. This picture cracked me up. I laughed out loud for like 2 minutes:



He looks hacked off...quite frankly, I don't blame him.

Another workout battle

I've just been having a run of bad luck on my ventures to working out. My co-worker and I decided to walk outside to enjoy the beautiful weather (high 80s) instead of lifting weights inside. We went to the basement to change into our workout gear and I noticed I had forgotten to pack my socks. Grrr...

I went ahead and put my tennis shoes on and we headed out the door. Feeling a slight surge of energy (and feeling somewhat guilty for not having worked out in 5 days) we decided to take the long route...which means mastering the gigantic hill--the one where she and I vowed not to speak to one another while attempting to climb the monstrosity...I hate to admit it, but it takes every last ounce of breath and energy for me to make it up this monster.

As the top of the hill was finally in reach and we were back to comfortable speaking levels, I mentioned the slight irritation on the back of my heel where my tennis shoe had decided to dig a bite into my heel. Being the stubborn, tough girl that I am, I declined her offer to turn around and head back to the office. After about another hundred feet I began to wince at the pain that my shoe was causing on my foot. I finally caved and admitted defeat as I moved over to the side of the road and removed my shoe from my left foot. Despite the scorching temperatures of the blacktop (I opted to walk on the small amount of concrete next to the curb), and the obvious fashion statement I was making, I proceded on back to the office with one shoe on and one shoe off.

With the end of the road in sight, a black truck with two twenty-somethings in the seat, pulled up next to us, and actually had the audacity to stick their heads out the window and say, "Hey, you lost your shoe." My co-worker and I blatantly stared back at the two idiots with a "are these guys for real?" smirk on our face as we continued walking. For you guys seeking advice from a mildly, decent looking person: Do not think it is cool to pull up to two strange young women and procede to point out the obvious. This does nothing but make you look like an idiot and desperate for attention. Just. Keep. Driving. And certainly, don't drive back around for a second peek after said young women give you the obvious "we are NOT interested" glares as they continue walking.

I managed to make it back to the office without passing out or having my co-worker carry me (the thought did cross my mind, and I did mention it). I survived--I felt like a wuss, but I survived. Got myself a decent workout and four blisters on my foot in the process. I'd say it was worth it.

TV Guide's review on the Fallen Idol special

Primetime Live: Fallen Idol
What a load of crap! This Corey Clark is still so full of sour grapes about being kicked off of Idol in 2002, you can practically see the cheap whine oozing out of his pores. Like we'd believe a bitter bad-check-passing wannabe who a) lied about b) being arrested for c) assaulting his little sister, that Paula Abdul coached him on song choice and the humpty hump? Please, we all know she's clueless about music and, if you didn't notice, the dude's DL look makes Randy Jackson's Journey gear seem butch. Though it's no wonder this fairy tale is coming out now. Based on what we heard, Clark's soon-to-drop CD needs all the press it can get. Hello, suck city. Even if the "I heard rumors back then" comment from that one ousted singer was kind of damning, it's telling that the so-called couple's trip to the cell-phone store wasn't verified onscreen. Nor was there proof that any of those calls came from Abdul's number. All Clark has is one voicemail from her warning him about a rumor that he started in the first place! Besides, months before all of this blew up, Simon Cowell himself told me that contact with the contestants is kept "to a minimum... it's healthier for us and [those] in the competition." So if you think he'd allow this to go on backstage, ya'll got another think coming. But I think the strongest weapon against these charges is the always-up Abdul herself. In her email to ABC, she calls Clark a flat-out "opportunist" and "a liar." Which is mighty tough talk from a woman who never met a compliment she didn't breathlessly utter. So you know she's gotta mean it. Straight up. — DJH

Do I buy Corey's story? Not for a minute...not even after watching his "I want publicity" interview...

Smarten up, you stinkin' squirrels

Driving to work this morning, I was getting ready to make my way under the telephone wires ahead when I saw not one, but TWO furry little squirrels who had fallen to their deaths from the high wire above. Obviously tight rope walking was not on their resume as skills possessed, but I give them props for attempting such a life-threatening feat. Unfortunately, it proved to be their last attempt.

It reminded me of all the drives to and from Tahlequah on the weekends, driving on Hwy 82 for 20 minutes. To pass the time, sometimes I found myself counting the road kill on the sides of the two lane road. I think the most I ever counted was 37. Morbid...I know.

Trix

I sat down to eat a nice big bowl of Trix this morning for breakfast. I poured on the milk and patiently waited for it to get a little soggy so I could eat it. I got so excited about my bowl of Trix that I just couldn't wait. Now I have Trix mouth...you know, the soreness that you get on the roof of your mouth from eating the Trix too fast. This stinks...now I'll have to eat something else for breakfast tomorrow morning to allow my mouth to recooperate from Trix mouth...bummer.

FINALLY!!!

The day I have been waiting 6 months for....


"Dawson's Creek: The Complete Fifth Season" hits stores today...Going to Wal-Mart during my lunch today. :)