Thursday, April 29, 2010

Back to normal.

Things are back to normal in our house.  Tatumbell cuddling with us whenever he can.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Ch-ch-changes. Sorry 'bout 'em.

I'm a graphic designer.

And I cannot STAND when I design something I don't like.

Which is why my blog layout has changed so much over the last couple of weeks.

I designed one that was pretty awesome.  But not knowing html code so well, I couldn't figure out how to get it to look right online.

So I've just been playing around with this for the last few days.

This one is nowhere near what I originally designed, but I'm probably going to leave this for a while, just cause I'm tired of messing with it...

But I won't make any promises on that.  :)

Tuesday, April 27, 2010


We had a not so fun week last week.

Beginning Sunday, Tatumbell was acting odd.  He stayed curled up in a ball, sleeping under the bed, not wanting us to touch him, not really eating or anything.  Needless to say, I grew more and more worried as this went on for days.

On Wednesday, I had had it.  We took him to the vet (Vet Med here on campus), and after hearing that they had no idea what was wrong with him and needed to perform many many tests, costing upwards of $500, I broke down in tears in the vet's office.

We don't have any extra cash right now.  But I could not let my cat continue like this without doing something.  Anything.

So they opted to do the "cheapest" of the tests, which is the blood work. 

But they came back fine.  So again, they had no idea what was wrong with him.

They sent us home with some pain meds for him "to work this out on his own" and basically, just to pray for the best.

I gave him the medicine, but by Friday morning, I was convinced we were going back to the vet as his behavior had not changed at all.

All week long, my stomach was in knots as I was so worried and stressed out over Tatumbell, I could hardly see straight. 

I found a website (, and after I posted about Tatumbell's situation, I had several e-mails praying for his recovery and for peace for David and me.

And they must have worked.

I came home Friday afternoon expecting to see my listless fur baby curled up under the bed with no improvement on his condition.

But he was back to normal...happy, purring and playfully swatting at my hand as I rubbed his belly.

I still have no idea what was wrong, but I'm just so grateful he's okay now, I can finally relax. 

So, whew.  :)

Friday, April 23, 2010

The table has turned. But only briefly.

My friend Joey invited me to lunch yesterday to one of the greatest little hole in wall places in Stillwater, Crepe Myrtle.

They have some of the tastiest (I hate that word, but here, it is needed) burgers on the planet.  With some pretty awesome curly fries too.

And with curly fries comes ketchup.

And with ketchup comes dropping the curly fry, with ketchup, on my blouse.  My white blouse. 

And David had to bring me another outfit so that I could continue my work day and presentation in class last night without looking like a toddler.

He wanted me to let everyone know that he had to come to my rescue this time.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

So David's not the only one...

Real conversation at work today...

Me: "O'Colly, this is Kelsey."
Girl: " need to place an ad."
Me: "Okay...display or classified?"
Girl: "What's the difference?" (this question happens at least three times a does one NOT know what a classified ad is??)
Me: explains the differences...
Girl: "Oh, I want a display ad then.  It's for a university organization."
Me: "Oh, okay, you're on campus?"
Girl: "Uh.  No, I'm on the PHONE."


Monday, April 19, 2010

Meet Austin.

I FINALLY got to meet my nephew Austin.  My sister and her husband moved back to OKC this past weekend (yay!), and I pretty much held him all day Saturday. 

I was worried about playing favorites since I already know Harper so well, but once I met this little booger, I was in love :)

And no, he didn't set off the baby-wanting alarms in my uterus, just the I-better-be-your-favorite-aunt sirens. 

I plan on letting him eat candy anytime he wants it, buying him ridiculous amounts of toys, and never giving Christmas or birthday presents of clothes, socks or underwear.

With all that, I'm GUARANTEED to be the favorite aunt.  So take that, Aunt Elizabeth.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

To practice.

D has an internship this summer in Carlsbad, New Mexico.

From what I understand, it will be pretty intense.  Long days.

So he'll have to get up earlier than what he has been used to.

But not yet.

His alarm went off this morning at 7am.

And I was surprised by this cause he doesn't have class until 10:30.  He usually lays in bed until at least 10:15...

Right before I left at 8:00, I asked him (while he was still laying in bed, hitting snooze every 5 minutes on the alarm...) why he set it so early if he wasn't planning on getting up yet.

His reply?

"To practice."

To practice?  Practice getting up early since you'll have to do that all summer?


"To practice setting the alarm for 7:00 instead of 10:00."

Monday, April 12, 2010


So I'm having a serious case of the "I wants" and "I'm jealous of's" and "where did all the money go's?"...

I know I need to probably just pray for patience, and our upscale home with granite countertops and a manicured lawn and large, stainless steel refrigerator and garden tub will at some point be ours, but as a re-modeled older home located in the Belle Isle or Crown Heights area of OKC (the kids, while not yet conceived but must still be accounted for, would have to go to OKC public schools for them...),

...along with a decent lake house at Tenkiller with a screened in porch and large deck not too far from all our friends' homes in Snake Creek...where our black Cobalt is docked at the marina...aptly named "Pistols Firin'" despite many protests from D, but since he doesn't know how to drive a boat, he will eventually back off and let me name it whatever I want...but we'll also have a pontoon boat he can name whatever he wants...I'm thinking "Switzer", "A.D." or something really lame like "Sooners"...

I'd drive to work as a part-time graphic design lecturer and full-time vice president of university marketing at Oklahoma City University in my black Mercedes E class...D's inability to really take good care of a car will leave him with the Taurus or an older Silverado pick up truck...

We can afford all these things cause our school loans will be paid off by a fairy god mother, and each of us earn salaries well into six figures (of course education faculty most of the time get paid around $60k, but I don't think of that while wracking up school loan debt well over $100k to earn a damn doctorate...), and we finally figure out the stock market and how to use it to our advantage.


Friday, April 9, 2010

To beef, or not to beef...

Ever had hamburger meat in the fridge for just a couple of days after buying it, and it turns grey/brown?

The inside is still pink, and I always thought it was still safe to eat until it was past it's expiration date or smelled funny.

I just figured it was something to do with being exposed to air or too cold or whatever, but it was still fine to use.

And it's definitely not changing the type of meat that it originally was...

This conversation occurred last night:

(As we're about to get dinner ready and grill out)
D: "Ya know, I read somewhere that ground chuck makes the best burgers, not the lean ground beef."

K: "I may have actually bought that, I don't remember..."  (I had originally bought the meat for meatloaf, forgetting that David won't touch the stuff...had to alter my menu this week...)

D: "No, you bought lean ground beef."

K: "Oh?  Is that what it said?" (we were in the bedroom putting laundry away, so I was little distracted)

D: "I didn't look."

K: "Then how do you know it isn't ground chuck?"

D: "Cause ground chuck is red.  What's in the fridge is brown."

Tuesday, April 6, 2010


So I know I really don't ask for much.

But a little appreciation would be nice.  Just every once in a while.

And I'm not talking about D here.  That's one area of my life where I know my efforts are always appreciated.

Since 2002, I have been an advisor in some capacity to the sorority.  I started at OU, worked for the National office as a graduate counselor, and then when I came back to Stillwater, I inevitably became my collegiate chapter's advisor.  I have since stepped down from that role, but I have been the recruitment advisor now for three years.  I have always loved recruitment, and I look forward to it each August.  I love it so much that I would do both OSU's rush, and then immediately drive down to Norman and help them finish theirs.  I have made some amazing friends and connections during these times, and I would not trade it for anything.  I actually enjoy the sleepless two weeks, undergraduate girl drama involving someone somewhere not getting their way, and the deliriously funny stories I hear at 3am on the back porch while waiting for the bid list to be posted.

But, contrary to what many of the undergraduates believe, I do not get paid for this job.  It's completely volunteer.

Which means, I sacrifice my time, energy and real full-time job to help them out and make sure they do recruitment correctly, get whom they want in the house, and most importantly, make quota.

I do not do this for the rolled eyes when I tell them no food or drink in selection session, the looks of disbelief when they are told that if they didn't make grades they are not allowed to vote, or the complete lack of disrespect for not only my knowledge on all things recruitment, but also all things for the sorority, but too my position as their advisor.

And for all the alumnae out there reading this, you might know where this is headed.

And for the collegiates that may come across this: GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE CHAIR WHEN I, OR ANY OTHER ALUMNA, WALK IN THE ROOM.

I'm not asking for much.  It's not as though I have ever received a thank you card for my efforts, flowers on alumnae skit night for my contributions, or a verbal thank you from any one other than the recruitment chairs or presidents.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not that nazi alumna requiring everyone to stand when I go to the house.

But if you see me, recognize that I am not a collegiate member, carrying a large bag as though I'm going to a meeting, and continue to eat your dinner and stare at me when I walk into the dining room, it would be in your best interest to not let me think you don't care about all I do for your chapter.

So it would be appreciated if you'd get up.

The simple gesture may seem silly to some, but it speaks volumes.

And I need it to be louder.