Monday, December 14, 2009

D.C. = Dummy

Friday night, David and I watched "Burn After Reading"...during one scene, a wallet is opened, and a Washington, D.C. driver's license is shown...a lot like this one.

I made the comment, "I didn't realize D.C. had their own license."

To which David replied, "Well yeah, of course they do."

I asked him, "Why do you say that? I didn't know that."

David: "Well all states do and without D.C. there would only be 49."

I'm not even kidding.

This conversation really did occur.

I took great pleasure in pointing out, to the geography guru, that he was, sadly, mistaken on the number of states and what exactly those states are...

Friday, December 11, 2009

The Forgotten Empty Container

David's mom made chili the other night, and she brought the leftovers to David on Monday.

Thursday night, I opened the fridge to find this...

He had eaten all of it...
and put back the empty container.

When I asked him about this, I got the "I forgot about it" response.

You forgot you emptied the container and then put it back in the fridge as though it wasn't empty??


Wednesday, December 9, 2009

More pics of the cutest niece on the planet...

My dad with his first grandbaby...I have named Papi for the grandkids to call him, and it's actually sticking... :)

The brand new family!

Monday, December 7, 2009

I'm an aunt!!

My brother, Matt and sister in law, Elizabeth had baby Harper on Thursday December 3 at 4:33pm! She weighed in at 7lbs, 8oz and 19 3/4" long.

Isn't she precious??

And I know Becky will update just as soon as she can, but baby Cormac made his debut pretty much around the same time as Harper, but was actually born on December 4 since they are 7 hours ahead of us...He weighed in at 8 lbs., 13 oz. and is 21 3/4 inches long.

I think he looks just like big brother Gus did when he was born...

Yay for babies!!

Thursday, December 3, 2009


David and I both have been awfully clumsy lately.

At work on Wednesday, I somehow managed to get a paper cut on my eyeball.

Yes, that's right. I said EYEBALL.

So I now have one dilated eye, which makes my vision a little funky. And I prefer not to know what it makes ME look like.

And last night, while getting up from the chair in the den, David dropped a glass on the tile floor.

And of course it shattered everywhere.

But the amazing thing about this, is how in the world did he manage to live as long as he did without me??

Tatumbell was sitting in my lap when he dropped the glass, so I had to hold on to him so he would not wander over and wind up stepping in some tiny piece of glass.

David jumped up and looked at what he had done.

He began to move the ottoman out of the way to get to all of the glass.

On his way to get the broom and dustpan, he decided he needed the overhead light on.

And this is the part that absolutely amazes me...

He started pulling on the chains, both of them, of the light/fan in the den.

But neither one were coming on.

"Seriously??" he said loudly. "ALL these bulbs are out?? Gaahhhhh..." (he was getting visibly frustrated at this point...)

No, ALL the bulbs were not out.

Not even one actually.

The switch on the wall needed to be turned on first.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Just Lounging...

Tatumbell and David just hanging out and watching t.v...and Allie, although you can't see it, is lounging in front of the space heater...

and a special shout out to Becky as she is induced today for baby Bryan #2, or Deuce, as I have been calling him :) Good luck!

Monday, November 16, 2009

The reason why...

we can't make the bed in the morning sometimes...

Friday, November 13, 2009


As the football season is winding down, and the last tailgate will be tomorrow, I thought I would put some pictures up of our tailgates and the games...

Georgia game

"You tell 'em I'm coming! and Hell's comin' with me!"

We'll miss you, Dez...


Me and Laura Powell

proof David wears orange and goes to the games!

doin' it up right at the tailgate...

I love the zoom on my camera...

obligatory horns down pic...

from the club level seats at the Texas game...

Go Pokes!!

Friday, November 6, 2009

Tatum Bell...the kitty, not the football player.

About two and a half years ago, I had a skinny, scrawny, beat up flea-ridden kitty show up on my front porch. OSU had just acquired the neighborhoods just south of my street and had begun the process of tearing down those houses, and with that, came a bunch of stray cats. One in particular chose my house.

I already had a cat, Allie, and so I consulted with her first about sharing her food with a needy kitty. She rolled her eyes and ignored me, so I took that as a "yes, Mom, that's what you need to do." I started putting a small bowl of food out on the porch, close to the window.

Each night, I would sit on the porch and here he would come. Running up the steep hill of the lawn just to come and visit with me a bit before he would head out for the night. He constantly thanked me for putting food out for him. I was often brought cricket legs or bird feathers.

It was at this time, I named him Tatum Bell. No reason for that really, just cause.

He slept in the crawlspace beneath the house, and after a couple of months, I decided it was time to see if he could come inside. He showed me he did know how to use the litter box, and Allie continued to ignore him, so I figured he could start sleeping inside at night.

Somewhere in this time frame, I took him to the vet, and we discovered that he has a BB in his chest (who in the HELL would shoot this guy...??) and that he tested positive for feline leukemia. He also weighed in at 8 pounds then.

Well, Tatum Bell is now 14 pounds and has been an indoor cat since I bought my house two years ago. He still tries to get out the front door every now and then, but he for the most part is okay with being spoiled inside.

I knew David, the dog guy, was a keeper when he let his arm go to sleep because he didn't want to disturb Tatum Bell while he took a nap on it. He won't move him if he's still asleep in the bed when he makes it in the morning, so I often come home to find a half made bed with a circle of fur near the pillows. If one of us needs to get up, but have him in our lap, the other one has to go and shake the bag of cat food or open the turkey lunch meat container to get him to bolt up and go in the kitchen. We apparently never want to disturb this cat...

I wanted to take the time to thank this guy for choosing us. He has been an absolute treasure, despite his clawing up my couch and his peeing on the carpet in the den...

Thursday, October 29, 2009

and they smell so good...!

I had a particularly crappy day on Monday...and David made it better with flowers :)

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


and no...the laundry basket was not full yet...

Monday, October 19, 2009

It must be love.

What the above picture is:

My husband, a die hard OU football fan, proud 2002 graduate of the University of Oklahoma, so excited for the OU/Texas kickoff early Saturday morning, he woke ME up, watching the OU/Texas game...

wearing an OSU shirt.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The Secret

Something I myself have learned after being married for almost four months:

No matter how much I nag, bitch, or complain about it, David will never, ever be able to put dirty clothes in the hamper.

They go on top of it.

They go on the floor next to it.

They go on the spare bedroom bed.

They do not, however, go in the hamper.

I have come to this realization after much resistance...sigh...but I will just resign myself to picking up these clothes and putting them in the hamper myself...

Secret to a successful marriage?? I think so. :)

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Maps and Maps and Maps...

My husband is obsessed with maps.

and Atlases.

and more maps.

He has this one Atlas at home, in the den, which must be looked at every single day.

And this damn Atlas must always be within arm's length. God forbid the time he can't find it.

And because of this obsession with maps and geography, he knows a few things:

1) all the counties' names in Oklahoma, Texas, Kansas and New York. Oklahoma, Texas and Kansas are obvious as to why he would know them the best considering he's lived in two of those states and another just borders, but New York?

2) all the little state highways in Oklahoma. Now, you might say, "but that's great! Who needs GPS when you have David with all his memorizin' of the highways?!" Ummmm, here's why, actual conversation:

D: So, to get to the new Walmart, I can take McElroy all the way to Country Club Rd, turn left to get Hwy 51, and I'm right there, right?
K: Orrrrr, you could just take 6th st. all the way to the new Walmart.
D: But...ohhhhh it's cause it's ON 6th st.

He knows the NUMBERS of state highways, just not the street names of the town in which he lives...

3) Don't argue with him about where Freedom, OK is. I myself have even been to Freedom, but he saw it in his Atlas, so he knows for sure.

So if you ever need to get David a present, now you know...maps, maps, maps...

Monday, October 5, 2009

Swept Up...

David learned something new this weekend.

And as did I.

But what I learned is that David, despite having used the vacuum cleaner for quite some time, really was not aware of all it was capable of doing.

Until Saturday morning.

After redoing the tile in the den, the only carpet left in the house is a couple of rugs and the floor of the closet upstairs.

The same closet with the litter box.

I could have gotten by with never having vacuumed this closet, I'm sure, if I had not put that damn litter box up there.

But, sigh, this is where it is.

And Tatumbell has a nasty habit of kicking out the litter every time he uses it.

So the vacuum cleaner is necessary.

While upstairs, I asked David to bring me the vacuum cleaner so I could attack all the little litter pellets all over the floor.

So he did, and even offered to vacuum it for me while I was busy cleaning something else.

So he started it up, and got to work.

He quickly turned it off.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "That didn't take long."

"It's friggin' broken already. Not picking up anything."

We just bought this one in May.

There's no way it's broken.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, I know when something is broken"--it was before noon, he was still a bit cranky...

So I tried it too, and immediately figured out what was wrong.

Now I don't know if all vacuum cleaners have this feature, but the last couple of ones I have had, do.

The knob on the front that changes the height of the vacuum depending on what type of floor you are trying to clean.

It was set to "wood floors."

Not a carpet setting obviously.

"Oh, it's cause the setting is on 'wood floors', not carpet."

His answer? "What are you talking about? That makes no sense to me."

Oh dear.

I had to give a quick tutorial on this knob on the front of the vacuum cleaner.

"Have you not seen that there before now? What did you think it was for?" I asked, trying really hard not to laugh at his ignorance.

"I dunno...decoration?"

Luckily, he knows now.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Exposed Pores

David is extremely concerned about catching the flu.

So much so that he said to me, "So in class, I was only wearing a short sleeve shirt and shorts, and all these people were coughing all around me. I felt so exposed."

So you're worried the flu virus will seep in through your pores...??

"I mean, I should probably start wearing jeans and hoodies and stuff."

He then said, "I don't care if that's blog-worthy, I'm standing by that..."

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Just for the old high school friends...

I just thought this was funny...

Ryan, me, Mandy and Jenn then (1994)...

Missy, Anne, Mandy and me then (1995)...

Anne (with AJ due to make his appearance in about a month!), Jenn, Missy, Ryan, Mandy and me now...

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Cords, plugs and modems...oh my...

So I was beginning to think David was really watching what he was saying/doing so as not to make it on to the blog...

and then last night occurred.

We have been having some Internet issues (I think it's due to the world's worst laptop EVER: Dell), so he went upstairs to mess around with the modem and figure it out.

After about 20 minutes and no joyful "It works!" coming from him, I went upstairs to see what was going on.

He was down on his hands and knees, under the table, with all the computer wires.

Exasperated, tells me, "It's just not working. We probably need a new modem or something." (or a new computer, hint, hint)

Okay, I say. Lemme see.

I crawled under the table too.

And immediately noticed what was wrong.

The modem was not plugged in.

At all.

I point this out to him.

"But I followed the cord from the modem and it was plugged in."

Okay. What cord did you follow again?

He grabs the one he followed, from the "modem" and was all proud of himself that it was in fact, plugged in.

And I must be wrong.

He had been following the cord from the portable DVD player on the table, not the modem.

The DVD player is pink, says "Sony DVD" on it, and has a stack of DVDs next to it.

But yet it's the modem.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Cool Cat

I woke up this morning and went into the spare bedroom...we had spent Saturday night in OKC, and I didn't unpack hardly a thing, just left it all pretty much on the floor in the other bedroom. And Tatumbell has found a new bed due to my laziness.

Yep, that's a cooler. Good kitty. :)

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


I just realized (again) the other day how lucky I really am.

Regardless of the stupid shit he sometimes says and does, I married a pretty amazing man.

And here's some evidence of this:

1. I have class on Tuesdays and after being at work all day and going to class for three hours, the absolute last thing I want to do when I come home is clean up the dirty dishes still in the sink from Sunday, empty the clean dishes from the dishwasher and then refill it with all those dirty ones in the sink. I was not looking forward to this chore. And it didn't matter cause it was done when I got home.

2. I have not cleaned out the litter box. In probably a year and a half now.

3. When I sit down on the couch, if he's already watching something on the t.v., he hands me the remote for me to choose what we watch instead. (I rarely do though...I don't mind his "Man vs. Food" or "Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations" shows he watches).

4. He makes the bed every single day.

5. If you didn't already know, David is an OU fan (actually graduated from OU, so he's not one of THOSE fans...), yet he wears orange to every single home OSU game with me.

6. Just for fun we have already chosen baby names, one for each gender. And then realized they were our NASCAR drivers' names...(Elliot and Kasey).

7. He thinks I'm a better cook than his mother...(shhh, don't tell Connie that!)

8. He knows that Allie and Tatumbell actually run our household, not us.

9. He loved that my friends' kids called him "Uncle David", but now that he's really going to be an uncle, he's ecstatic, and doesn't mind that I keep buying the new babies stuff...

10. I get random text messages reminding me how much he loves me.

A collective awwwww here would be appreciated :)

Friday, September 11, 2009

Trash Days

Our trash is picked up on Tuesdays and Fridays.

It's become David's job to put the trash out, unless it's raining or something the night before, then I'll do it the morning of instead.

Last night, David went to the library to study. When he came home around 9:30, he was all bent out of shape because "the neighbor must have left his trash cans out since Tuesday cause they were still out there. SO irresponsible and tacky of him."

Last night was Thursday.

The trash was being picked up the next morning.

He didn't miss a beat though when I pointed this out to him.

"I'm just giving you stuff for your blog, ya know."


Thursday, September 3, 2009

Den is DONE!

The furniture maze I had to put up with...

Big ol' crack and bump had to be patched up with concrete.

After waiting three weeks, the tile is finally being put in!

With the new 4 1/4 baseboards.

Tatumbell coming in the room to check out the floors that no longer have his pee smell!

With the furniture back in!


Monday, August 31, 2009

90 Degrees

So this home improvement project has taken it's toll on our common sense.

Well, David's anyway.

We came to the conclusion, late Friday afternoon, that the baseboards in the den needed to be removed.

And new ones would be bought.

But with this revelation came the need for a miter box/saw to cut the corner/angles to make them fit right.

My dad gave us his saw, and I thought that this would be a pretty simple project actually.

Until I caught David, in the den, in one of the corners, with all these engineering rulers, a calculator and a pencil.

"Ummmm, whatcha doin'?" I asked, knowing full well what he was doing I just wanted to hear him say it aloud.

"Measuring the corners so we know what angle they need to be cut at."


He apparently didn't notice that each corner of the room, of any room for that matter, was actually a 90 degree angle.

And 1/2 of that would be 45 degrees, and this is what they would need to be cut to.

But he wanted to go about the really ridiculously hard way of figuring out "exactly what the corner angles are" by measuring them.

Ahhh it was quite fun pointing this one out to him.

To which he sagged his shoulders, dropped the ruler, sighed and said, "This is going on the blog this week, isn't it?"

Apparently, not ALL common sense has been lost. :)

Monday, August 24, 2009

What does Snoop Dogg use to whiten his whites? Blee-aach!

Ahhhh, the joys of home ownership.

I have owned my house for almost two years now, and only done small projects. Painting the hallway...painting the kitchen. Stuff like that.

I had carpet in my den that I just could not stand any longer.

Tatumbell, the dominant male that he is, likes to continue to pee in one corner of this room. So much so that I cannot stop him from doing it apparently.

So I ripped up the carpet.

(that's Allie in the picture, not Tatumbell)

and we then ordered tile to put in.


Except the concrete needs to be cleaned. Most likely with bleach. To try and get whatever is making Tatumbell pee in one corner out of the concrete.

So David tells me he will scrub the concrete with bleach one day.

And he says, "I need to wear a long sleeve shirt and jeans right? Don't want to get that on my skin."

Ummm, what?

I responded with, "You want stonewash jeans?"

He didn't get it.

For like 45 seconds.

"Ohhhhhh...I need to wear really crappy clothes in case I get it on me, huh?"

Ah geez...

Monday, August 17, 2009

Phi Mu Alumnae Shirt

I forgot to add earlier that I made an OSU/Phi Mu Alumnae shirt for game will be printed on a black, v-neck, short sleeved American Apparel t-shirt, with the design on the bottom left hand side of the shirt. Cost is $13 and the deadline to order will be Sept. 1. E-mail me at with your address and size of shirt you want by the deadline, and I'll get one ordered for you!

Won't work again, buddy...

So remember how David confused the "TR" on his class schedule as only meaning the class met on Thursday, not the intended purpose of Tuesday AND Thursday?

He asked me last night, and I quote, "So this 'TR' for Chem 2 means it meets on Thursdays right? I wonder why it's only once a week this time..."

Ah geez. Apparently the class schedule system was much easier to understand at the University of Oklahoma than at the completely complicated and intellectually superior Oklahoma State University...

Monday, August 10, 2009

Recruitment 2009

Well, recruitment is finally over...! Here's some pics from it!

The whole chapter...and the seniors are down front in the hot pink shirts...yes, we have that many seniors!!

This is me and Rebecca...she's my husband's sister's husband's sister...did that make sense?? I met her a year ago and thought she was pretty great then, so to get her in Phi Mu land is pretty special to me :)

All the new ones! Quota 49...we got 51!

Here they come!

The sophomores with their signs for their bid day buddies

One of the rooms decorated for house tour day