nutritional value

I vow to eat my fruits, veggies, whole grains, legumes, and protein. and take vitamins. and drink water. And to not eat sweets, or carbs. The bad carbs.

and to exercise.

yes.

(maybe typing my inner monologue will make it valid?)

"when I go forward, you go backward

somewhere we will meet."

Give you a dollar if you can guess that song. No cheatsies.

It's funny how things turn out. After graduating with a degree in Art Education from Louisiana Tech, coming back to live in Shreveport was THE LAST thing I wanted to do.

I graduated, said goodbye to my Ruston home for good, and was back in the Turner household in no time.

For a solid two months post graduation I attempted applying with schools in Dallas and the surrounding area. I knew I wanted to leave home, but not be too far away. None of my application attempts ever came to fruition and I luckily* nabbed a job at a local insurance agency. I knew nothing about the business but was certainly willing to learn-it was my first REAL job.

*I say "luckily" because of how it came about. It was almost a fluke and I probably wouldn't have had a job if I didn't answer the phone that fateful day.

Buuut, that's neither here nor there because I'm no longer with that agency and now with the Office of Congressman John Fleming, which I can say is just where I want to be.

Anyway, my point is this: I never ever ever ever thought I would again be making a "home" in the town I was reared. I always imagined Shreveport as the city I would recall in distant memories and think, 'I loved it when I was there, but I'm glad I've moved on.'

Oh, but how things change. I suppose jobs and marriage can make things fall into place and change your perspective.

I'll never pass up an opportunity to move if the conditions are right. And I can't say that I've given up being adventurous in my old age, but I am content here. My husband is here (most of the time), my family is here-and my extended family is close, my friends are here. I couldn't ask for much more to keep me satisfied.

However, it seems one of those dear friends has decided to uproot and plant new ones in New Orleans. I blame her husband for finding an awesome job and taking her away from me, but I do understand. I am oh so excited for them (and a bit jealous). René-I'll be down there for every fest. No worries.




So, I'm STILL trying to convince Chris to take me to Paris again. What would be the best strategy?

Poppa Don't Preach

Happy Father's Day to the most wonderful dad ever:



and to another amazing father (in law):



I will miss this man until the end of my days:

Comfort

I needed this today.

Are You Kidding Me?

My day began at 7:20am when I realized I had overslept by 25 minutes. Fine.

I trip going up the stairs to my building and narrowly miss having reconstructive surgery on my face. Great.

After a charming visit with my dad and grandmother, I come home to find this:



I swear to God, if Magic wasn't already on his death bed, he would be strangled.



Look at him. He knows what he did.

Free Your Mind

(and rest will follow)

Sweet Jesus, if only I could. Lately this noggin has been filled with all kinds of dreams, thoughts, nostalgia, etc. and I haven't really been able to grasp any of it.

First things first: This blog has been neglected. But she's the kind of friend where you pick up right where you left off and there are no hard feelings. Thank you, loyal White Girl.

Secondly, I'm tap tap tapping away on our new keyboard that is connected to our brand new iMac. This purchase wasn't as irrational as it seems since Chris and I have been needing a new piece of Mac equipment for quite sometime. My 5 year old 13 inch iBook was proving to be a fair weathered friend.

It seems that every time I update, Chris is on tour. That happens to be the case this time, too. While this lady and her front-man husband make a mayjah move to Nashville, Tyler Read will be on "haitus" until things get settled. In the meantime, Chris was asked to be touring guitarist for the Bigger Lights. Two months he will be gone, and me alone.

That's not true. I'll have her to make my days more bearable.

So, what does it mean when you have reoccuring dreams about being pregnant?

(brief photos sesh with new computa):

she's baaack

There are a few things I've been thinking about recently:

1. Disney World for Christmas '09
2. Who told Katy Perry she could sing?
3. I think exercise has reverse effects on me
4. I need to borrow 30 Rock Season 1 on DVD and will trade Home Improvement (Seasons 1,2, OR 3), The Office (US & Brit), Sex and the City, Scrubs, or Chris' Da Ali G Show (he won't care).
5. Chris will be leaving for two months beginning in June. I will be sad and you will need to cheer me.
6. Work is stressful but oh it can be so rewarding
7. I think I talk better in lists than in paragraphs.
8. Looking forward to being a homeowner, EVENTUALLY.
9. Dog the Bounty Hunter is my new fave reality-v. Take a long hard look at that bad ass.



You can thank me later.

Emily's mixtape of love

Reading Love is a Mix Tape has done three things: evoked tears, induced laughs, and made me compose my own compilation of songs that remind me of the love I have.

All I Need: Radiohead (In Rainbows)
Marry Song: Band of Horses (Cease to Begin)
Never Get Enough of You: Adam Dale
Sparks: Coldplay (Parachutes)
Passenger Seat: Death Cab for Cutie (Transatlanticism)
the Luckiest: Ben Folds (Rockin' the Suburbs)
Coconut Skins: Damien Rice (9)
Sea of Love: Cat Power (the Covers Album)
God Only Knows: the Beach Boys (Pet Sounds)
The Walk: Hanson (the Walk)
Unintended: Muse (Showbiz)
Strangers: the New Frontiers (Mending)
All These Years: Silverchair (Diorama)



Sap-City.

I've got a fever

There are very few things I feel like I need.

I want a puppy. I want a new car. I want to visit Paris again.

I NEED a home.

This home:


Oh, how I love it, so.

a sphincter says what?

This was brought to my attention yesterday afternoon. From that point on, my world has officially been rocked.

It's imperative to watch Part 2 to get the full effect, but make sure you have some time. Each vid is about 20 minutes.
Okay, I'll be honest, these videos make me extremely uncomfortable, but they do not fail to fascinate me. I just had to bring this to the attention of others.

If you need further insight on this phenomenon: I married the Eiffel Tower

"I am a woman, and this is a bridge. And despite our vast differences, we are very much in love."

the right stuff

when was the last time I posted?
November.

I am uber lame and hope to get back in the habit, not unlike:



A few updizzles:
1. Obama is President
2. Chris and I moved in with my parents to save money for a future home.
3. I began working for newly elected Congressman Fleming of the mighty 4th District
4. I don't eat a lot of red meat
5. I'm determined to not eat fast food, but I'm sure that will go out the window when Chris returns from tour
6. I'm not as gassy as I used to be

but, most importantly:

I WILL be attending the NKOTB concert tomorrow evening in my Magic Summer 1990 tour tee.



dreams DO come true!