washing away

Woke up this morning to that light green atmosphere that no matter how cool it looks, can only mean one thing…stormy weather. And not just the heavy rain kind. Nope. We’re talking the twisty wind kind.

Yup. Tornados.

Now, I’m one of those weirdos who happens to love storms. I get a thrill when the pressure drops and the hair on my arms stands to attention. I suspect that if I lived on the coast I’d be a little like Lt. Dan during a hurricane. Maybe not. But I do love storms…

It’s not the rain and the lightning you need to fear. It’s the quiet.

And right now it’s so quiet, my hair is standing on end. I have a feeling Mother Nature is about to throw one helluva temper tantrum. Good thing I don’t work in an all glass building. Oh wait…I do work in an all glass building. At least I’ll see it coming.

EDITED TO ADD: Mother Nature decided to throw her fit all around us–but not on top of us…Dammit woman! I was in the mood for a storm!!! Okay, I apologize for that. I’d hate to tempt fate and have Mother Nature whirl a twister our way just to give me my storm…

washing away

Woke up this morning to that light green atmosphere that no matter how cool it looks, can only mean one thing…stormy weather. And not just the heavy rain kind. Nope. We’re talking the twisty wind kind.

Yup. Tornados.

Now, I’m one of those weirdos who happens to love storms. I get a thrill when the pressure drops and the hair on my arms stands to attention. I suspect that if I lived on the coast I’d be a little like Lt. Dan during a hurricane. Maybe not. But I do love storms…

It’s not the rain and the lightning you need to fear. It’s the quiet.

And right now it’s so quiet, my hair is standing on end. I have a feeling Mother Nature is about to throw one helluva temper tantrum. Good thing I don’t work in an all glass building. Oh wait…I do work in an all glass building. At least I’ll see it coming.

EDITED TO ADD: Mother Nature decided to throw her fit all around us–but not on top of us…Dammit woman! I was in the mood for a storm!!! Okay, I apologize for that. I’d hate to tempt fate and have Mother Nature whirl a twister our way just to give me my storm…

i can see clearly now.

Well, not really. But apparently if I live to be 300 years old, I might not have to wear glasses anymore.

I had my eyes checked yesterday and my sight has IMPROVED. Now, I’m not complaining–trust me. But it just seems strange.

Frankly, I can’t tell. I take off my glass and the world becomes an out of focus blur of shapes and colors. I can’t see anything unless it’s close enough to my face to touch my nose.

So, I’ll take any improvement I can get.

As much as I love the fashion statement a good pair of specks can make, I’m really considering Lasik surgery. Anyone out there have any words of wisdom when it comes to Lasik?

i can see clearly now.

Well, not really. But apparently if I live to be 300 years old, I might not have to wear glasses anymore.

I had my eyes checked yesterday and my sight has IMPROVED. Now, I’m not complaining–trust me. But it just seems strange.

Frankly, I can’t tell. I take off my glass and the world becomes an out of focus blur of shapes and colors. I can’t see anything unless it’s close enough to my face to touch my nose.

So, I’ll take any improvement I can get.

As much as I love the fashion statement a good pair of specks can make, I’m really considering Lasik surgery. Anyone out there have any words of wisdom when it comes to Lasik?

sports

I heart college football.

I heart my Arkansas Razorbacks.

I heart the fact that my little piggies are now ranked #7 in the BCS poll and #5 in the AP poll.

Woo Pig Sooie!

I would also like to take a moment to give a shout out to the Houston Dynamo for taking the 2006 MLS Cup.

Have you heard about the David Beckham rule? Did you know that MLS is trying very hard to woo David Beckham and Luis Figo to play somewhere in America? (possibly for LA Galaxy)

I’m thinking having Beckham in the states might change the way much of America views soccer. Especially the female half of America. Of course, he’s no Fabio Cannavaro…but he’ll do in a pinch.

sports

I heart college football.

I heart my Arkansas Razorbacks.

I heart the fact that my little piggies are now ranked #7 in the BCS poll and #5 in the AP poll.

Woo Pig Sooie!

I would also like to take a moment to give a shout out to the Houston Dynamo for taking the 2006 MLS Cup.

Have you heard about the David Beckham rule? Did you know that MLS is trying very hard to woo David Beckham and Luis Figo to play somewhere in America? (possibly for LA Galaxy)

I’m thinking having Beckham in the states might change the way much of America views soccer. Especially the female half of America. Of course, he’s no Fabio Cannavaro…but he’ll do in a pinch.

warning…sentimental moment ahead


My eldest son is 12.

He was born almost 4 weeks early and weighed a mere 5lbs 6oz. We lovingly called him the tree frog for the first year of his life.

Tonight, Fishdog took him to buy shoes. He’s wearing a size 10.

a 1o!

Fishdog wears a 10 1/2 and his twelve year old son is in a 10????

Where did my baby go?

Now, don’t get me wrong…I don’t want another baby. I’d rather eat glass than be pregnant again. Or breast feed. Or change another diaper. Yeah, I was not one of those “I love pregnancy” women. (personally, I think those women have been brainwashed by aliens…but that’s another blog) And age and gravity are doing a fantastic job of ruining my breasts on their own without the assistance of a greedy mouth tugging them downward at an even greater rate of speed. And changing one or two diapers a year is fine…but if I did that with my own kid, I think I would get into a little trouble.

More often than not, I’m ready to pass go, collect my $200, and skip adolscence completely.

But I have to say, seeing my son in a size 1o shoe broke my heart a little. Sniff. He’s not my little tree frog anymore. Well, he is–he’s my tree frog with canoes for feet.

warning…sentimental moment ahead


My eldest son is 12.

He was born almost 4 weeks early and weighed a mere 5lbs 6oz. We lovingly called him the tree frog for the first year of his life.

Tonight, Fishdog took him to buy shoes. He’s wearing a size 10.

a 1o!

Fishdog wears a 10 1/2 and his twelve year old son is in a 10????

Where did my baby go?

Now, don’t get me wrong…I don’t want another baby. I’d rather eat glass than be pregnant again. Or breast feed. Or change another diaper. Yeah, I was not one of those “I love pregnancy” women. (personally, I think those women have been brainwashed by aliens…but that’s another blog) And age and gravity are doing a fantastic job of ruining my breasts on their own without the assistance of a greedy mouth tugging them downward at an even greater rate of speed. And changing one or two diapers a year is fine…but if I did that with my own kid, I think I would get into a little trouble.

More often than not, I’m ready to pass go, collect my $200, and skip adolscence completely.

But I have to say, seeing my son in a size 1o shoe broke my heart a little. Sniff. He’s not my little tree frog anymore. Well, he is–he’s my tree frog with canoes for feet.

it’s friday, i’m in love….

Nothing like The Cure to end the week right

What’s going on with everyone? Any news you wanna share?

This is gonna be a busy weekend. We’re hosting a couples baby shower tomorrow afternoon, plus My Little Piggies are playing Tennessee tomorrow at 6:00…which kinda sux because the shower is from 4-7. I hope the couples will understand when Fishdog and I keep leaving the room to check out the score…

Speaking of the Razorbacks…you can help a Razorback win The Heisman:

Vote for Darren McFadden
. Woo Pig Sooie!

I wanted to be witty in today’s post…but I just don’t seem to have any wit left. I think I lost all my wit in a werewolf fight.

So, entertain me. Enlighten me. Educate me.

Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on…

And go vote for Darren McFadden.

it’s friday, i’m in love….

Nothing like The Cure to end the week right

What’s going on with everyone? Any news you wanna share?

This is gonna be a busy weekend. We’re hosting a couples baby shower tomorrow afternoon, plus My Little Piggies are playing Tennessee tomorrow at 6:00…which kinda sux because the shower is from 4-7. I hope the couples will understand when Fishdog and I keep leaving the room to check out the score…

Speaking of the Razorbacks…you can help a Razorback win The Heisman:

Vote for Darren McFadden
. Woo Pig Sooie!

I wanted to be witty in today’s post…but I just don’t seem to have any wit left. I think I lost all my wit in a werewolf fight.

So, entertain me. Enlighten me. Educate me.

Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on…

And go vote for Darren McFadden.