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2.OH

2011-05-25T10:15:00.001-05:00

Do you remember here, where I mentioned this?

Well, now I'm here!

Such an honor to be featured and I hope I can do the site justice because hers is a tough act to follow.

Thank you, Julie!

- Emily McP

The good witch

2011-05-09T22:03:00.001-05:00

Mom:

You birthed me from your womb almost 27 years ago, and apparently, it hurt like hell. I know because you told me. Also, dad never let me forget about his lunch with your doctor in the hospital cafeteria being interrupted by the labor I was putting you through. Dad, I'm sorry, this one isn't about you.

While I don't remember making my way down the dark tunnel and into that white light, I do remember the time in first grade(ish) I went to a neighbor's house without telling you. When I came strolling down the sidewalk on my way back home (like it was NBD), dad was running down the street yelling my name while you met me in the driveway. You were two inches from my face and told me to "NEVER leave the house AGAIN" without letting you know, and I told you about your coffee breath. You tried so hard not to laugh.

I remember you taking me to ballet class and picking me up with McDonalds Happy Meals (orange soda included) in-hand. There was a reason I didn't continue dance after age eight.

You bought me a chalkboard and pointer so I could nurture my talent of teaching stuffed animals reading, writing, and multiplication tables using mini marshmallows; a dream I still haven't given up on.
You also stood by while I made "soup" with every herb and spice in your kitchen so I could practice being a chef in the instance my day job fell through. Neither panned out.

You were there at every school function and church play. You took a few pictures, but thank goodness you never learned to operate a camcorder or else I'd have to continuously relive that "awkward stage" from third grade until I was a freshman in college. It's not that you didn't want to document those precious moments, you honestly just don't know the first thing about technology, nor do you care. That is what is so endearing about you, Glenders. But why you own an iPhone is baffling.

We've seen each others best and worst, of which the latter is far outweighed.

You work full-time, care for a husband, an elderly mom, spoil three grandchildren, chase an active Corgi, and have raised three (beautiful) daughters. You taught me to give my troubles to God and showed me that besides Him, nothing is more important than family.

Although it sometimes takes a glass of Pinot to end your day, you deserve it. That glass of wine is celebratory because your miraculous strength is to be admired.

Cheers, mom. Here's to hoping I raise a kid half as awesome as me so I can finally give you the credit you deserve.

- Emily McP

Down on bended knee

2011-05-05T21:03:00.001-05:00

Yesterday Jordan calls me:

Jordan: Get ready for the best news of your life. And no, I'm not engaged.

Me: You're pregnant!

Jordan: Better. BOYZ II MEN is playing in Shreveport next weekend.

Just so happens to be the weekend I'm in town. Call it fate, call it what you will, but I will be there in an all denim ensemble and Timberlands. Jordan says she's wearing her nicely pressed baseball jersey, emblazoned with the logo from her team of choice-the Shreveport Captains.

I remember hearing Boyz II Men for the first time. I was in middle school and my mom was driving me to the bus stop because I was too lazy to walk eleven yards. Spoiler: Nothing much has changed.
As we pulled out of the driveway, mom tuned the FM to KVKI (light rock, less talk) and there they were, the gents of BIIM singing about wanting me to throw my clothes on the floor, because they were about to make love to me. In front of my mom? How embarrassing.

I think it should go without saying that I will be at that show.

Front and center.

- Emily McP

Doubled-up

2011-05-04T23:34:00.001-05:00

By the by, I've been meaning to make this post for a few days now, but mess happens, you know?

I just wanted to share a few of the "happy places" I visit on the world wide webs (and the like) for when the world seems too much, or just when I need good seeing-eye material. And no, I do NOT mean while at work...

Life2PointOh is a recent addition to the webs and one of the founding editors, Julie Miller, is a fellow friend and Louisiana Tech grad.
My dearie friend Jordan is a contributing writer on the site and does a dynamite job relating to us twenty-something gals in her posts. She should know, because she is a twenty-something gal.
You can read her first inspiring post here.
Like a momma, I am so proud of hers.

Another person that turns my mouth corners to a happy position is Brooke; her and I met during the Tyler Read ages as her Josh and my Chris were bandmates. I've been a faithful blog follower for a while and her posts are consistently thoughtful and entertaining. I love.

If you're feeling cute and crafty (and fashion-y?) head over to A Beautiful Mess and keep wishing you can be half as cute as Elsie. I thank my MIL for that introduction.

My friend Erica (pronounced Urca) is the Founder of the non-profit Pet Education Project, or PEP, to teach kids the importance of properly caring for animals, which is so important! Girl is doing work.

Lastly, René made a vow to post to her blog every.single.day of Lent, and by gosh, she she did it. What a feat!

All of my friends are accomplishing so much, I feel so inadequate!

- Emily McP

Phallic flowers

2011-05-04T11:29:00.001-05:00

What a weekend. Sunday night Chris and I drove back from New Iberia where we spent a few days visiting with his (our) family. He wasn't supposed to be home from recording until last night; unfortunately, his grandmother became ill Thursday so he changed plans at the last minute to come home Friday.
I'm not entirely disappointed he was here a few days sooner, but if it meant a healthy Mawmaw, I'd wish him back to Virginia.

What a gal Mawmaw is; there is no other like her. She spent the weekend in ICU with pneumonia, on top of other ailments that have plagued her for a few months now. Despite her health and how bad she must've felt, Mawmaw still managed to make us laugh with stories about how she met "Chiefy" (her husband) and drawings of phallic flowers. See below:

"It's a penis," she wrote. That sense of humor AINT goin NOWHERE.

Mawmaw spent the better part of the weekend attached to a mask that controlled her CO2 levels, so pencil and paper was the best form of communication during those times. Thank goodness for the comedic relief.

Although she's now out of ICU and home from the hospital, the future remains unclear. We continue to pray and hope for recovery and know one thing for sure:

We love you too.

- Emily McP

Rambling (wo)man

2011-04-20T15:25:00.001-05:00

Thoughts in the last minute:

Coffee coffee everywhere, and not a drop to DRINK!

That girl has really cute hair.

Must pack. Don't forget to feed and water the kitties. And gas, don't forget gas.

I could eat a plate of hummus.

Oatmeal cookies.

Beach.

I could eat.

Suntan lotion, green water, white sand. Coconuts. Lots of coconuts.

I miss Chris.

I miss home.

I miss.

My tooth hurts.

- Emily McP

Impending infamous-ness

2011-04-15T09:56:00.001-05:00

My father-in-law (Mr. Don) just emailed me to say that the 4th and 5th names for hurricanes this year are Don and Emily.

Batten down the hatches and seek shelter, y'all.

It seems that Louisiana has been hit with two hurricanes in a row, every three years.

In 2008, it was Gustav and Ike; Katrina and Rita in 2005.

This is merely a plea to not place blame or associate our names with disaster if it were to strike; because while we hope it doesn't, we'd like to be infamous for other reasons. Like, roping 38 cattle at once, or paragliding from the Cliffs of Dover.

- Emily McP

Chronicles

2011-04-13T22:42:00.001-05:00

Somewhere in a previous post I know I've mentioned my fear of revealing any detailed future plans in the very realistic chance that I am unable to follow through.

Not being able to reach whatever personal goal or task I've set for myself is a let down. What's worse is letting others in on my agenda and having nothing to show for it.
I don't want anyone to form expectations only to be disappointed, or not be surprised, when I don't follow through.

So I say nothing.

For whatever reason, I feel differently today, and want to share this nugget with you:

I am in the process of writing a children's book.

Please, hold your applause and/or judgement. I don't proclaim this for any other reason than to notify you that this blog may, at times, serve as a vessel for my book-writing-chronicles. And because MAYBE JUST MAYBE William Joyce will happen upon my blog and offer his advice, because something tells me this will be an arduous process with plot twists and roadblocks. I've already hit a few.

Artistically, mentally, authorly.

In an effort to retain a bit of mystery (and keep you intrigued), I shan't divulge any details surrounding the concept or character(s). Although, thanks to my talented and helpful husband, the main character is developing into quite the adorable.

BTDUB, is illustrating your character prior to writing a manuscript the WRONG way to write a book?

Signed,
Curious.

- Emily McP

Mad about madras.

2011-04-08T21:36:00.001-05:00

Went to the beauty parlor after work for the sole purpose of getting my hair colored. Ended up getting it trimmed as well.

Then while my hair was baking, decided to get my nails did.

Aaand why not get my eyebrows waxed while I'm at it?

Accidental Me day. My bad.

- Emily McP

McPeter$

2011-04-06T22:29:00.001-05:00

Saving our dollars and cents and putting money where my mowlth is.

Vacation 201? here we come!

- Emily McP

Lights out

2011-04-04T20:55:00.001-05:00

The wicked witch of the South brewed a nasty storm which seems to be hovered ever so eerily over our apartment complex. And has been for well over an hour.

Storms are cozy and all, but being a third floor resident has a downside when you're nervously surveying that awfully low-hanging tree and the safest place to duck and cover is the garden tub-with two cats and a husband.

Never mind that the electricity is out. The meat is spoiling, the ice cream is melting, and the Sparkletini is sweating.

While putting up dishes by candlelight, I asked Chris if this is what they did in the "olden days."

He assured me that the pioneers did, in fact, warm themselves by the glow of candles and their MacBooks.

Time to eat the contents of the icebox before it all goes to waste.

- Emily McP

YOU.

2011-03-19T12:18:00.001-05:00

MAKE ME FEEL SO YOUNG!

Spring is kinda-sorta here and I am sorta-kinda basking in it's glow.

This time of year is inspiring, isn't it?

This is me:

I am a hydrangea.

I also wouldn't mind being a tulip, poppy, buttercup, or azalea, but I'm saving those for baby names.

Once the Mardi Gras madness dissipated, the McPeters (that's us) took advantage of the most beautiful weekend on God's green earth and spent our time in sunshine.

We lazed, we bathed (in sunlight, you pervs), and spent the contents of our pocketbooks on food and entertainment.

Park and pic-a-nic on Saturday

Lunch provided by
Whole Foods.

Sunday brunch at Stanley (my phone really wanted to correct that to Stankey-I should have let it)

Now the only things in my wallet are grocery receipts and lint.

Speaking of, I decided to go without coffee for Lent, which is similar to going without water. It's not really, I shouldn't compare it to that, but it's hard. I'll extend my appreciation to Bigelow for it's decent alternative to my cravings:

I began writing this post a few days ago and it's another incredible weekend once again.

I'm now going to be a lotus dancing on the sparkling waters of our apartment complex's crystal blue chlorine waters.

Go be your own blossom.

- Emily McP

Fully baked

2011-03-03T10:25:00.001-06:00

Let it be known: I will have a cookie jar collection.

I will be a regular ceramophile, not entirely unlike Jack Donaghy via Victor Nightingale. Except, hopefully our kids won't have some "unresolved childhood thing" because I never baked any cookies because I thought they didn't deserve them. Those jars WILL be stocked and my children won't ever feel the need to own a cookie jar with "MOM" emblazoned on the front but think of it as an upside down "WOW."

I hope you people watch 30 Rock.

I don't know when a fascination with cookie jars came about, but I suppose my knack for all-things-owls had something to do with it when I saw Mr. Wise Ol Owl at Anthropologie

This Mr. Owl was far from budget-friendly miscellany, but the jar currently in my possession (reported on in previous post) is a more precious (and thrifty!) replacement.

Of course, owning a cookie jar is a privilege as it means you are the bearer of delicious baked treats.

My grandmother constantly kept cookies in her jar. Sometimes she cheated and snuck in Oreos, but most of the time it was "Memaw's oatmeal cookies" that my grubby paws retrieved.

I know it's a little soon for me to be a grandmother (or is it??) but now seems a good time for me to carry the homemade-oatmeal-cookie torch and keep my jar full and ready at all times.

I made the dough, chilled it, cut it, baked it, and now the cookies, in their adult form, reside in Owlie.

The only problem is, I made three batches. We don't have grandkids and rarely receive visitors.

Please come eat some?

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A Cupid I shall play

2011-02-22T08:45:00.001-06:00

My Valentimes day gift from Chris finally came in on Saturday.

Meet Mr. Owlie Jar

The cutest little cookie holder you ever did see.

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Arts and Creme

2011-02-07T12:39:00.001-06:00

How 'bout those Redskins, huh? They really pulled it off against the Lions last night.

My apologies, the tube was set to ABCFam and I was too busy making creme brûlée and Valentines garland (see below) to be bothered by any other nonsense. That didn't stop my eyes from being massacred by #superbowl tweets on my timeline every time I checked, but at least I didn't have to watch the game to get an update.

I know, my tone is sarcastic and cynical, but I just cannot find an ounce of care in my body. I know the citizens of Louisiana were singing a different tune this time last year, and a "two-dat" would've been nice, but alas!

I was supposed to be traveling back to New Orleans from Shreveport yesterday, but wintry weather foiled my weekend trip altogether. I'm sorry, Megan, your bridal shower will go on!

Despite being miffed at Mother Nature for her behavior, I was able to get a few things accomplished, including those few (eight) movies I'd been meaning to watch.

Saturday's sloth led to Sunday's labor, and here are those fruits:

I've had a set of ramekins and brûlée torch since our wedding, but this was my first try. It was chocolate. And sent straight from the heavens.

My weak attempt at "garland." Its elementary-era cut-out hearts with Tacky glue and glitter. And that "M" may or may not be an upside down "W." It was all Michael's had left!

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Trifecta

2011-02-02T11:56:00.001-06:00

Do you ever have those moments of clarity where you think, life is good, everything is going to be fine, and I have so much time to figure it out? Those thoughts usually filter through while I'm listening to a song, or most recently, after watching a movie.

In those moments, everything is perfect.

For instance, last night I was watching Julie & Julia and this sense of "there is not a damn thing I can't do" came over me. It could have been the recurring Paris+food+romance connection that felt relatable because that IS MY heavenly trifecta.*
More so, I felt kin to the "Julie" story (pre-book deal) because, just maybe, I'm in that same position?
You know, (or maybe you don't) that place somewhere between apathy and world domination where you search for validity and rationalize every move you've made to justify where you are at this exact moment.
I don't say that because of low self-worth or because I'm sad. I'm neither. I just need a challenge.

I was talking with Chris the other day and mentioned feeling a little defeated because of something at work that upset me. After watching the movie, it now seems a little reminiscent of (one of) Julie's dinner-mishap meltdowns.

I whined like a baby and complained that I'm not good enough to be anything, or do anything. That he's a musician and that is his identity. And while he's wonderful, he still strives to be better. What have I ever done? Nothing.

Not true. But we're all allowed one (or two or three or four...) brief moment of insanity to feel that way. Only then can we discover our strengths! Or discover how crazy we really are.

I feel I have derailed. Not from my sanity, but from the reason for the post. Actually, either are probably true. This could go on for hours.

Paraphrase: Julie, happy at home, yet professionally unsatisfied and perhaps, emotionally unfulfilled, challenged herself with Julia's recipes which were created in a Parisian kitchen, where she (Julia) lived and loved her husband.

I'm a Julie who wants to live in a Julia world.

This makes sense to me.

*I'm sorry I have such an incurable love for a place that probably won't ever love me back, but I will never quit Paris.
I also love food and my husband, so to have all three at the same time may cause slight hysteria.

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Virginia is for Lusters

2011-01-26T10:44:00.001-06:00

Southwest is my new favorite airline.

Why?

Because their flight attendants say things like, "For those of you who listened to my safety instructions-thank you. And for those who didn't-good luck to you."

Not only do your checked bags fly FO FREE, but the pilot tells bad lawyer jokes (hope there weren't any on our flight!) and the crew sings Southwest-themed songs to the tune of "Zippity-do-da."
I also received TWO bags of peanuts for my return flight.

Southwest is not stingy; and for that, I thank you.

My reason for travel-by-plane this past weekend was to attend The Bigger Lights "hometown" show in Virginia, and to soak up a few extra husband hours before his hiatus away from home.

Hiatus. Hiatus. Hi. Ate. Us. What a weird word!

Northern Virginia, I really loved being in you; partly because you were where we honeymooned. You also have this magical, colonial quality that strikes me, but you are far too frigid.

The weekend was much too short, but the time was well-spent. While there was much popcorn-eating, champagne-drinking, pajama-wearing, spades-playing, show-watching, friend-visiting fun in that time, what really set this weekend apart was mine and Chris' eye-opening decision: open a dance studio.
Of course! How did we not see this all along? We're both well-versed in the art of dance and our business sense is miles ahead of any possible competition.

We figured Chris will teach tap and hip-hop, while I cover ballet and jazz. We affirmed this decision by demonstrating our techniques, respectfully, but failed to produce video evidence, so...you're out of luck.

Regrettably, even after our delightful time, I had to go back from whence I came. The party was over.

I get fairly emotional when Chris leaves home for tour or practice, but coming back home was a different level of woe.

I fancy myself an independent woman, considering (considering what, I don't know), but traveling back alone and arriving at home with no one inside (aside from Eve and Elle) to greet me, left my heart a little heavy.

Still, that won't ever stop me from making those trips.

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Wait a minute now-Uh oh

2011-01-20T08:46:00.001-06:00

Last night I went to a karaoke party where I was pressured into rapping Nelly.

Wide-eyed, I stared at the screen in hopes I'd come in on the proper beat of Country Grammar when I said to myself, 'C'mon Emily!'

Then I woke up and was thankful my worst fears haven't yet been realized.

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Jambalaya, crawfish pie, on the bi-yoh

2011-01-19T10:01:00.001-06:00

Dear Emeril,

Thank you for existing. And your recipes.

This was numners.

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Confession

2011-01-14T14:44:00.001-06:00

While at work, and sitting, I clinch my cheeks for 15 reps a few times a day to firm my butt.

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Yesterday

2011-01-09T16:15:00.002-06:00

Jillian Michaels. You bitch.

This morning I woke up with a sore everything. I thought my yoga experience was going to be relaxing and centering, but Jillian had other plans.

I suppose the Meltdown part slipped to my subconscious because I was not prepared for that amount of hurt.

Ms. Michaels, if your "5 pounds in a week" really works, I will be singing your praises.

I don't know if it was the adrenaline or the crazy talking, but I didn't stop there. Oh no, my friend. I went jogging.

I drove to the park to run amongst the ducks and chickens in the cool January air. Shortly after, I tuckered out, sat on a bench and enjoyed the view.

Fast forward through my hair cut, a Saints loss, leftovers for dinner, and a bad rental-Did You Hear About the Morgans? (Hugh Grant, I expect a lame movie from SJP, but you?)-and begin the second part of the evening.

I in my kerchief, and Chris in his cap, tucked in for the evening, and watching tv with eyelids slowly closing (mine), when Chris asked if I wanted to "go out." It was midnight.

Whuck?

Chris had been receiving threatening "If you don't come out..." texts (exaggerated) from friends all evening, so we agreed to meet up.

After traversing Frenchmen , we happened upon a party.

Despite Chris' assurance that guys who own tubas aren't homeless, I ignored him and gave them a $10-spot anyway.

They were just singing for their supper. As was the stray doggie hanging out by Taco Bell at the fourth-meal hour. Only he didn't have to play an instrument to receive our burrito donation; his eating styrofoam was enough to make me cry.

Sorry, no pic of the dog. It was too hard just to drive away.

But I do have a pic of my new coffee mug.

And a pic of this car.

Please tell me that that was written by a child.

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Daily Persian

2011-01-05T22:37:00.001-06:00

Oh the things us cat owners do because we don't have dogs.

YouTube Video

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Out with the old!

2011-01-02T11:07:00.001-06:00

Resolutions are made to be broken.

So I've decided to start mine today, January 2. Why? I needed that extra day to situate myself. And prepare for another year or failure!

I'm joking.

But I am reluctant to tell my resolutions for that reason. If I said, 'this year, I'm going to learn to juggle standing on one leg on top of a pregnant elephant,' then you'd all be sorely disappointed because IT AIN'T HAPPENIN.

I'm more into the surprising-myself-and-others approach.

Can you dig it? (we can dig it)

Happy 2011.

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Secret

2010-12-28T22:20:00.001-06:00

Everyone toots in their sleep.

Some just don't have anyone around to tell them.

I do not feel sorry for those people.

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Truth

2010-12-27T00:23:00.001-06:00

I wished merry greetings on the drive-thru cashier at Taco Bell.

She responded in silence.

Chris reminded me that Taco Bell isn't the place you go for hospitality.

I don't think a burrito and "good day to you m'lady" is too much to ask, do you?

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In the Navy

2010-12-26T12:39:00.001-06:00

After watching a bio on John Lennon, dad was singing:

"all we are saying, is give peace a chance..."

Dad: we used to sing that as protest while in the Navy. After a few beers. In a stolen van.

Me: You stole a van?

Dad: we just borrowed it. From the U.S. Navy.

Me: ...

Dad: in all fairness, I didn't know it was stolen.

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Of no importance

2010-12-23T09:00:00.001-06:00

Santa's satchel couldn't handle this much awesome, so he came by early to drop this off in Chris' stocking.

Some things just can't wait until Christmas to be opened.

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Moon River

2010-12-16T12:43:00.001-06:00

If there's any other topic besides animal rescue, terminally ill children, and widowed old men that can turn me into a heaping pile of snot and tears, it's talking about my dad.

Even though my precious father is still very much alive, there have been one too many instances where I feared that wouldn't be the case.

His poor ticker has been an issue since I was in Elementary and his ER visits are innumerable. I couldn't imagine the feeling of defeat a person like my dad experiences each time he's rushed to the hospital for an "episode." Still, he's resilient.

When I was but a wee tot, he would rock my fussy self to sleep by singing "Moon River."
(If you've ever seen Breakfast at Tiffany, then you may be familiar with the tune).
It's been woven throughout my stories so many times that I proclaim it my favorite and a sentimental part of the bond my dad and I share.

It was, after all, what we danced to at our wedding.

Last night, while gathering goodies for our work Christmas party, I was shamelessly enthralled with Kate and Leopold; although, I was more enthralled with the latter.

During a scene of sweet embrace between Kate and 'Pold, an instrumental version of "Moon River" began to play when my phone rang.

It was my dad.

Dad: "I was just watching a movie and heard Moon River. Thought of my (sweet) daughter."

Me: "dad, are you watching Kate and Leopold?"

Dad: "...I am."

I laughed.

Then I heard my dad clear his throat to avoid getting any more emotional, got the pre-cry throat lump myself, and had to hurry off the phone.

That man is special.

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Cheers

2010-12-13T16:14:00.001-06:00

Evelynn and Eleanor wish you their best during this holiday season.

They LOVED this. Trust me.

Ho

My little Owlie friend is all dressed up and nowhere to go.

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Birth.

2010-12-07T15:49:00.001-06:00

"on this day in history (according to Wikipedia)..."

1869: Jesse James commits first confirmed bank robbery in Gallatin, MO.

1941: The Imperial Japanese Navy attacks U.S. Naval Air Base in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.

1972: the Apollo 17 moon mission is launched.

1982: Chris McPeters is birthed from his mother's wombsack.

My dearest husband (of all the others, he's the dearest) turned a bit older today, and nary a bit wiser.

I kid.

I've been giving him a hard time for being old when really, he's not. That doesn't mean it's any less fun to tease him.

For instance:

Chris is so old, his birth certificate says EXPIRED.

Chris is so old, he went to the antique shop and they kept him.

Chris is SO OLD, he sat behind Jesus in third grade.

thank you, Yo Mama app, for your material

With all that nonsense said...

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On the first...

2010-12-01T11:50:00.001-06:00

I'm not sure what it means to wake up enormously late for work, have your cat pee on the Christmas tree skirt, and say goodbye to your husband for three weeks on the first day of December, but surely it isn't a sign of what's to come for the remaining 30 days.

Let's not forget I fudged (charred) last night's crock pot meal, which was meant to be Chris' "going away/birthday dinner," but my bang-up job on eggnog pudding cake was the silver-lining and saved me from a whiny 'I'm a terrible cook' rampage.

FYI: Adding two hours to the suggested cook time is unnecessary and will force you to mosey on over to that neighborhood burger joint you've been meaning to try.

But alas, these instances are trivial and having cozy Christmas tunes in my ear make me realize just that.

I mean, who in here HASN'T completely ruined dinner or yelled "$#!T" as they ran out the door with dirty hair and unbuttoned pants?

And although he won't be here to put the final trimmings on the tree, or help me wrap gifts, Chris will be home for Christmas. There are those that will have to be without their other during the holidays and, as my niece says, that makes my feelings sad.

Perspective.

Christmastime makes my feelings happy. It's not so much the actual day, but the anticipation of it all. The baking, decorating, the coffees flavored with holiday goodness. It's the Home Alone, Home Alone 2 (Lost in New York), Elf, and White Christmas. It's being nestled between your mum and dad on a pew, holding a candle, singing an instrument-less Silent Night.

Chills.

While many of those reasons may be superficial when relating to the beautiful point and reason for Christmas, dear friends and family, my fondest memories won't be of the gifts I gave or received, but my time spent with you.

I sound cliché.

But that's okay, you'll forgive me because it's the most wonderful time of the year. In order to have a holly jolly Christmas, it isn't necessary to deck the halls, but to wish peace on the earth and goodwill to men. Without that, you'll be scrooged.

Owlie Santa says Hoo, Hoo, Hoo

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Vacating

2010-11-19T09:54:00.001-06:00

I have a travel itch that must be scratched and a weekend getaway simply won't do.

What I'm looking for is a full-on, one to two week, must-get-on-a-plane VAY CAY TION.

To where?

Well, there's Hawaii.

Or Paris

Canada?

NYC

Skiing in Colorado?

The choices are endless! But the funds are not.

One day. One day my sweet friend.

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Look, Ma

2010-11-18T09:35:00.001-06:00

I don't know if you'll believe me, but there's a turkey in my crock pot.

Surprisingly, this is not my usual "that's what she said" joke or a coy way of telling you I'm pregnant (because I'm not).

This is literal.

We received this 5qt. piece of equipment wonder for our wedding two years ago and last night it was finally de-boxed and prepped for it's maiden voyage.

I have never ever ever ever made anything in a crock pot. Ever.

And I have never ever ever ever cooked a turkey. Ever.

We are seven hours away from a masterpiece, or real disaster. You will be notified either way.

I feel like implementing the crock pot into my bi-monthly cooking routine is my final initiation into womanhood (yes, finally at 26). If this meal is a success, I can do A N Y T H I N G. Like, give birth, or install light fixtures.

Speaking of light fixtures, I bought this new coffee creamer and it is just numners. Southern pecan in my coffee and in my mouth?

Yes.

An Owlie a day will keep the mice at bay.

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Today

2010-11-16T11:28:00.001-06:00

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Facemash

2010-11-05T08:42:00.001-05:00

Dear Mr. Zuckerberg,

My husband and I saw The Social Network last night and the only baffling part about your "story" is that you insist on wearing Adidas slip-ons CONSTANTLY. Sometimes, with socks.

How many pair of those sandals do you own? Is it just the one? Surely you could spring for a new style/color, or something in a closed-toe for the cooler months.

Have you made an endorsement deal with Adidas? What's that? You haven't considered it, but you like my idea? Oh, I see where you're going with this.

Not so fast, Mark. You steal my idea and I'll sue you for millions!

And the joke is on me because you'll still be a billionaire. Which brings me back to, why can you not purchase a decent pair of shoes?

Kindest regards,
Emily

P.s. I need to make a quick buck but am too lazy to come up with something original. Thoughts?

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Juno

2010-11-02T13:39:00.001-05:00

Halloween.

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A rap.

2010-11-02T09:26:00.001-05:00

Can someone drop a beat?

Didn't want the flu, made an appointment for the shot
Was outside watching Muse and a cold is what I caught.

Stayed home all day, to make the fever go away
Now I'm back, my head is a balloon and I can't stop hack(ing).

You're welcome.

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Hey Mr. Talisman

2010-10-29T09:35:00.001-05:00

I remember the last time I carved a pumpkin was in elementary school-over fifteen years ago.

Since then, pumpkins and I haven't been that tight and I'm sorry to say I have neglected them.

But in the spirit of making changes and beginning traditions, last night marked year one of carving the Great Pumpkin Powlie.

Pumpkin + Pal + Owlie = Powlie

Even though it's been a few sleeps since I've been up to my elbows in pumpkin guts, I have not forgotten that stringy texture. Or that smell. Ohhh, that smell.

It's that initial waft you catch as soon as the lid is lifted that really brings the onslaught of dry heaves.

After fighting the gags (á la Sweet Dee), I passed the torch (thumb scraper) to Chris to let him have a go.

René cleaned the seeds for baking while Chris showed that gourd who was boss- and it wasn't Tony Danza.

Although, I would be a little worried if Tony Danza was at our house.

Any-hooters (get it? Hooters. Like an owl)...

Chris completed carving and I prepared Sir Owlie for his coronation. After saying a few words about our great times together and how lucky I am to have a talisman such as him, it was time to watch owlie glow.

Drum roll please...

Thank you, Owlie, for being with me on this journey.

Yours forever,

Emily

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The secret life of an American twenty-something

2010-10-26T09:37:00.001-05:00

Maybe I shouldn't admit to this, but then again, who gives.

I was perusing Target the other day and happened to wander down the toddler aisle. In all fairness, I was with the MIL and SIL looking for a one-year-old's birthday gift, and don't usually do that for funsies. The first part of that was a truth, but the thing about not doing it for funsies may or may not be a complete lie. Sometimes I can't help myself.

The point is, I came across something that Chris and I needed.

Yes. Yes, that is a new born onesie with guitars and lightning bolts. And yes, I bought it.

Sadly, I am not pregnant, but I do have intentions of one day being a mommy. I see no wrong in starting a wardrobe early.

Worried how Chris would feel about this purchase, I contacted him with caution:

Me: So, I'm about to buy something, but don't get weirded out.

Chris: what is it.

Me: after sending the above referenced photo: sorry, I had to.

Chris: just for the hell of it?

Me: Our future babe will wear it.

Chris: I love it.

Me: can we have one?

Did you hear that? That was the sound of my mom hitting the floor, fainting from the thought.
What, you can't handle a fourth grandchild?

It's okay, she'll get over it. Thank goodness she doesn't read this, right?

Being 'round babes, onesies, and pregnant women just gives me a fever. I sweat it out eventually, but it comes right back.

Just don't expect me to be expecting any time soon. I don't know how my current dependents would feel about that.

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Re-hash birthday bash

2010-10-19T12:05:00.001-05:00

Let's talk about my birth, baby. Let's talk about you and me.
Let's talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be.

Technically, I was born on the 15th, but don't think I didn't celebrate on the 14th and 16th as well.

Thursday was magical.

A pumpkin spice latte and vanilla scone sat patiently on my desk as I shuffled into work. I perked up at the sight of my treats because A. René knows me all too well and 2. Starbucks is a delicacy in these parts.

I rushed home from work that evening to fancy myself for dinner with Chris when he presented me with the first part of my birthday gift.

A Betsey Johnson owlie to keep lovingly around my neck.

This gift is an example of what dropping hints and having a cute obsession can get you. I suppose I can also credit my attentive husband. Thank you, oh precious lover of my soul.

Still no hug from Drew Brees, but there's always Christmas.

Fast-forward to Thursday night during dinner and to my second husband-gift for the evening: two Friday passes to Voodoo Fest next weekend. Does this guy know me or what? Muse and Weezer in the same town on the same day at the same place and I'm going to miss it? No ma'am.

Later that evening, we headed to the airport to pick up my nephew who was flying in to visit my sister's dad for the week. Let me tell you that this kid is seven and flew all by his little self from Colorado to Louisiana. What an independent little bad-a.

The parents decided to make an appearance in the greater NOLA area for my birthday weekend, but I think Jackson was the main cause.

Nevertheless, Friday was quite the event as we took advantage of the weather and I took advantage of my day off.

French Quarter stroll, brunch, Aquarium, Zoo, dinner, oatmeal-cake-eating on a rooftop terrace.

A well-rounded celebration, if I say so myself.

Move to Saturday where precious time was spent with my precious friends, Lane and Jordan. So kind of them to be here and celebrate, making turning older a little less painful and little more memorable.

Please keep in mind that this photo of us sharing a milkshake was after he poured a packet of sugar in his Coke and right before his consumption of a sno-ball.

Little poser.

He said to "tell anyone that I'm your son, if they ask." sorry, sister.

Missing my mum and dad.

Monkeying around. Monkey business. Monkey-see monkey-do. Monkey...I'm all out.

Birthday donut with pink strawberry glaze. You can't blame me.

My parents left with Jackson Saturday morning and Jordan and Lane took off Sunday. Now Chris is gone until next week and all is quiet on the Southern front.

You know that feeling you get after an eventful few days, being surrounded by friends/family, and then they've all left? Hate it.

Luckily, René has picked up where Chris left off and has been my running supervisor.

Chris and I began running together a couple weeks ago and boy do I feel sorry for him.

Tennis, golf, basketball, I can do. Throw a ball my way and I know what to do with it.
Soccer and running are Chris' sports and it's a bit hard to keep up with someone who was a former track and cross-country star. But by-gosh, he's there, one step behind me, probably giving me some kind of look that says "my God, why did I agree to this?"

In his absence, I've also found comfort in a new book:

It's an Eat, Pray, Love-ish account of the author "test-driving" a variety of ways to improve her life and reach a higher levelof happiness. But instead of uprooting her life to globe-trot and find serenity in pasta, she searched for ways to make changes in her day-to-day, right where she was.

The author wasn't depressed, and neither am I. Just interested in learning how to "look for happiness under my own roof" and take advantage of what I've been given.

Lord knows I don't want to wake up one day and say,

"What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner."
(Colette)

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Mahvelous things

2010-10-12T11:18:00.001-05:00

Oh, what did I do this weekend? Why, I thought you'd never ask.

Let's start with Friday.

Chris and I made our way to the Mahalia to experience the comedic musings of the always-offensive Daniel Tosh.

My expectations for the show were fairly high, seeing as Tosh.0 is a staple on the McPeters DVR. And, let's be honest, I grew up in a Gallagher household and the only other comedian I've seen live was Bill Cosby when I was ten. So, to gauge my expectations by those comparisons wouldn't really be fair.

I was impressed with Daniel's ability to keep the chuckles coming-it takes a lot for me to LOL in public. And maybe it says something about me, enjoying tasteless jokes and vulgar punchlines, but I can't help myself. That mess was hysterical.

Move to Saturday.

After savoring my first hot pumpkin spice latte (all previous lattes were iced due to the unbearably unseasonable humidity), I went out and purchased my first adult pumpkins.

One for carving, one for baking, and one to complete the grouping because things look better in threes.

Now, Owlie patiently guards our pumpkins, so don't go try anything foolish. He tells me everything

After spending the early afternoon adoring our gourds, the McPeters and Beaubouefs experienced the Bridge City Gumbo Fest. We were disappointed to learn a cover of the Cupid Shuffle had ended mere seconds before our arrival and moseyed on over to the gumbo pot to eat our feelings.

Of course, the temps eventually reached the mid 90s and forced (and I mean FORCED) us to cool off with a sno-ball.

And then it happened.

I found him. The second love of my life. The one I've spent all these years looking for was waiting for me at the sno-ball stand, taking the form of a French Bulldog.

Meet my new mate.

For some reason Enzo's owner saw an issue with me taking him home and snatched him out of my hands before I could make a getaway. Rude.

You'll always be in my heart, Enzo.

After an overnight bout of grief, I was finally relieved when we arrived at Tipitinas Uptown to see Eisley perform.

Chris introduced me to this band shortly after we began dating and I haven't been able to stray since. What we can't figure out is, why, after opening for Coldplay (Rush of Blood tour), they haven't become more well-known.

I'm not opposed to keeping them our little secret, but if you're into a band comprised of three singing sisters, brother, and cousin playing indie-shoegaze-melodic tunes, you may find solace in Eisley.

And if for some reason you're STILL pondering what to get me for my birthday but coming up short, please send Drew Brees hugs in lieu of gifts.

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Martha McPeters

2010-10-07T10:22:00.001-05:00

Let me tell you the story of how I/we Martha Stewart-ed our apartment:

This one time, at Ikea, I bought a few yards too many of pretty lellow fabric.

I used the majority to cover the canvas stretchers for our large "art" piece.

With a substantial leftovers, I filled a mirror frame (Ikea) with the same fabric and fancied-up or dining area.

(wall sconces and candles from World Market)

And THEN (here's the good part), I used the scraps from that project to put in embroidery hoops, which are now part of a darling collage in our bedroom.

They need to put me on Design on a Dime.

My favorite piece:

Owlie once adorned a headband given to me by Chris, but the fabric band unraveled and left my friend without a home.

RIP

Thankfully, Owlie (as all my owls are affectionately called) was salvaged and is now cozy in his new living quarters.

Also, if you heard about me needing some pumpkin in my mouth, my prayers were answered. Last weekend I Martha Stewart-ed some pumpkin muffins.

Yea, they tasted that good, too.

And finally, a new hooter for our home is perched on our door, ready to greet and warm the cockles of your heart.

He wants to know if you'll come visit. Please?

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Set your goals

2010-10-05T12:44:00.001-05:00

Recently, Mrs. Brooke made a post regarding the onset of a new month/season and the opportunity to make (and achieve) personal challenges.

Then, during a visit from the brother-and-sister-in-law, Stacey and I discussed our impending birthdays and goals we want to reach during our 26th year.

With the better part of my twenties behind me, and another year closer to 30 descending, it has me thinking about personal goals and challenges I want to reach before I meet that mark.

Of course there are the "travel more, buy a house, get a golden retriever, have a successful career, have nine babies" goals; but for me, right now, that'd be a cart/horse situation.

I've always been a last-minute decision-maker, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants, "the best laid plans of mice and men..." kind of person. Obviously, planning ahead and setting goals has never been my forte.

In fact, to some, the way I operate is a tad irritating and unreliable.

Usually it's easy to shrug and "shake them haters off," but there comes a point when you realize your habits have become poisonous to relationships and yourself.

It was easy to believe that moving would resolve whatever issues haunted me then, but it only gave them time to sink in further. They followed me down an unlit alley, roughed me up, and left me with some bruises.

Although I escaped with only minor injuries, and a better understanding of self, I never again want to confess to running from something just because I was scared.

I'm learning that I want to constantly live outside of my comfort zone while maintaining and nurturing relationships. Because, as as important as "me" time is, sometimes talking with a human is more important than ranting on your blog. And when I say "your," I mean "my."

I want to look at my 26th year as one of recovery from a not-so-perfect 25th.

Recovery of communication; including the rebirth of the letter/phone conversation and dissolving a feeling of detachment.

Recovery of relationships.

Recovery of self and rediscovering purpose.

Although I'll learn from my past mistakes, I'm no longer living there.

Cheers to the present.

I'd like to note that, usually, I type out these sort of "heavy" posts and eventually end up deleting them because I feel they stray from my light-hearted trend. As a step in the right direction, welcome to my uncomfort zone.

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Rocktober

2010-10-01T10:37:00.001-05:00

Welcome, favorite month of the year! You've really charmed your way into my heart today, with that amber sunrise and fall-ish breeze of yours. Please don't ever quit me.

It JUST SO HAPPENS that my favorite month is also my birth month. Coincidence? Absolutely.

And thank sweet goodness above that I was born in a month where opal is the birthstone because that just so happens to be my favorite gem. That statement also serves as a hint to anyone planning to purchase jewelry for any special occasion in which I am affiliated.

Bless you, mom, for having me fully baked sixteen days prior to Halloween so I never have to spend my day being outshone by world's largest costume contest-in which I have and always will participate*

If I MUST share my day with someone, I suppose my second dad (father-in-law, not Paul Riser) would be the person I'd choose, even though I had no choice.

*side note: Chris and I have planned our costumes and we're sure going to be cute for two ugly people

Speaking of (Chris, not ugly people)...

I tried to talk him into starting a husband/wife blog so he could journal tour stories from the road.

He unregretfully declined.

I don't think "unregretfully" is a word, but I give no crap.

I digress.

To Chris, keeping up with a blog would be similar to keeping track of his sunglasses. Easy to hold on to at first, but eventually they're forgotten on a counter, table, or men's bathroom sink.

He's been through at least six different pair in less than a year.

But surely (don't call me Shirley) he's got some good material, right? Probably a books worth.

In other irrelevant news: I'm craving P.F. Changs.

Never mind that I live in NEW ORLEANS and I want to eat at a chain restaurant (how gauche), but I need a dumpling in my mouth a-sap.

Aaand that's what she said.

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Current cravings

2010-09-29T09:42:00.001-05:00

Pumpkins, strudels, spice, and everything nice

Adding to my collection of boyfriend blazers, oxfords, and silky blouses.

Picnics and more time outdoors.

Brandi Carlile

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Apartment therapy

2010-09-27T09:59:00.001-05:00

Almost two months ago, Chris and I moved into our bare River Ridge apartment. And when Chris left for tour two days after, our apartment pretty much stayed that way until his mid-September return.

With his help, the assistance of wonderful in-laws, and re-purposing tips from a scattering of crafty magazines and blogs, we now have a fully-decorated apartment.

See for y'self:

Albeit, this is only a view of our living room/sunroom, but this is THE LIVING ROOM. It's what visitors first see when they walk through our door and where we're able to display our style and personality.

I think we accomplished.

I don't know if I'm a closeted hoarder, or if our background in the arts attributed to the number of artwork and frames we accumulated over the years, but I'm glad we decided to keep them. Who knew they would one day serve a different purpose?

Frames, which formerly housed out-dated prints, were emptied and either spray-painted, or offered themselves as new homes to fresh, patterned scrap-book paper.

Just proof that spending copious amounts of money (or time) on DIY decorating projects isn't necessary. All you really need are a few cans of spray-paint, patience, and a creative stay-at-home husband.

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Only in dreams

2010-09-23T16:22:00.001-05:00

If you knew me and René ten years ago, you'd know that this is a dream come true:

Weezer announces Blue Album/Pinkerton tour

Some people like to pretend Weezer ceased to exist after Pinkerton, but not us. It's hard to deny something that defined who you were through the better part of your middle-high school career. I mean, El Scorcho was the anthem of our Sunday afternoon drives. We ironed on well-known Weezer slogans (that only die-hards would recognize) to brand new craft store t-shirts.

Who were we?!

I think it's safe to say we would do the same thing now if this tour came anywhere within a 900-mile radius.

"oh the redhead said you shred the cello, and I'm jello, baby."

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Location:St Charles Ave,New Orleans,United States

Red sky in the morning

2010-09-21T09:55:00.001-05:00

I couldn't explain the sky this morning, so I tried to take a picture.

The clouds wanted to swallow the city whole.

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beach, backslash, Monday coma

2010-09-20T08:19:00.001-05:00

Today my mind is more this:

Than this:

Because I want to be home with this:

And these:

My dad always says to "go out and make it a great day...so show Monday your middle finger." I added that last bit, but it's good to keep in mind that your day is what you make it.

So that's what I'll do.

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P'cola

2010-09-19T16:07:00.001-05:00

Not Pepsi cola, but Pensacola.

This nice thing about New Orleans is, we're a little over three hours from the nearest Florida beaches, as opposed to the seven hour trek we normally make from Shreveport.

For the second time in a little over a year, we've been to the same beach and same hotel (maybe same room?) to celebrate another year of marriage. I believe we've started a tradition.

First, we were greeted by this:

And then by this:

We frolicked in the sun and sand

Then we made a friend:

Unfortunately, we had to leave froggie and the beach behind today, but they know we'll be back. Next year.

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Emily's Book Club

2010-09-08T16:29:00.001-05:00

This month's read (it's a thick one (that's what she said)):

I'm on page 104 of 642, but so far, so great.

History, mystery, father/daughter dialogue, European travel, murder, and Dracula.

So basically, your every-day romance novel.

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2010-09-07T23:22:00.000-05:00

and, goodnight!

Always Sunny

2010-09-07T16:48:00.001-05:00

Apparently, these are two different people

When I first started watching It's Always Sunny, I swore up and down that "Mac" (top-Rob McIllhenny) was the now-grown-up Vinnie (bottom-David Lascher) from tv's Blossom. I was wrong.

Honest mistake though, am I right?

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Location:Calliope St,New Orleans,United States

Who is that?

2010-09-07T09:45:00.001-05:00

I am giddy and let me tell you why. After a little over a month (a month too long) I see this face in a few short (long) days.

Also, don't be jeals, but I'm going to the NFL kickoff this Thursday in Jackson Square with, what's that? Oh VIP tickets. No bigs.

I'm sure the readers that frequent this site are just THE BIGGEST football fans and would give their left breast to catch a glimpse of the Saints parade; not to mention Dave Mathews Band and Taylor Swift in the flesh. But I'll tell them you said hey while you're watching from your tv.

Basically, her mom is the cats pajamas and will do anything for her precious daughter (who, by the way, would give her left breast to see DMB). Can't wait to see those faces for some face time. Face space. She is my face. This is getting ridiculous.

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Braggart

2010-09-03T11:15:00.001-05:00

According to the most recent issue of AP (Alternative Press) magazine (on newsstands now), my husband is one amongst other "real guitar heroes."

Now, I didn't need a magazine article to tell me this, but the recognition is still very much deserving.

I am proud.

If I was still 12 and this was Tiger Beat, I'd have that taped to the inside of my locker with doodle hearts adorning those dimples.

-Posted from my awesome iPhone

advice

2010-09-02T22:51:00.002-05:00

there's no point in obsessing over something you'll never have.

no one ever gave Mick Jagger a cupcake

2010-08-19T20:12:00.002-05:00

I need to brag. I'm not allowed to reveal the reason for my rights just yet, but I am so proud of my husband and the recognition he receives for being talented. He deserves it.

We've been through quite the journey together and will continue in that fashion as we make a mark on anniversary numero dos.
Although it's been part of my life for six years (and counting), it's hard to get used the lifestyle that comes with the musician who is your other half.

Some things have become familiar, but I will forever be baffled at some things fans say and do to gain attention from a band member-married or not.
Teenage hormones can rage. I know. Been there. When I was 16, all I wanted was to marry Rivers Cuomo and for our children to wear black horn-rimmed glasses. However, 16 was (get ready for a shocker) ten years ago. TEN-count that on both your hands.

Obviously the times, they are a'changing, and bands have become more accessible to fans. Through myspace, facebook, twitter, etc. etc. etc., internet stalking is at an all-time-high, and people are able to contact whomever, whenever.

I agree that musicians should be personable, but to what extent? What happened to the mystique of a band? What happened to lusting after Chris Carrabba* in your Spin magazine instead of trying to DM him your number on twitter? Muse never stands behind the merch table after a quick set at Wembley, and I'm positive no one has been able to get a batch of cookies past security at an Aerosmith concert.

It doesn't bother me when my husband takes the time to answer questions and take pictures. I think it's exceptional when fans are able to relate to music and the individuals who make/perform it. What bothers me are the few people who take advantage of this generosity and attend shows only to skank around. I only speak to a part and not the whole. There are a few bad apples who ruin it for everyone.

end scene.

*name used for the sole purpose of an example and was not actually ever an object of my affection.

you gotta get lost

2010-08-19T19:21:00.003-05:00

I know you-yes, the one person who reads this-have been waiting with bated breath until my next update. Well, here it is.

It appears I confide in my blog upon the occurrence of a major event, and such is the case today. But I'm not feeling wordy tonight, so it goes like this:

Got a job in New Orleans, accepted it, wondered why I accepted it, cried, moved, cried, Chris left for tour, cried, started work, liked it (only two weeks in-give it time).

South Louisiana is culture shock. It's almost Yankee town down here. With the exception of my co-workers, it seems NOT ONE person in a customer service role is friendly. Food is expensive, so I don't eat. Wal-Marts aren't 24-hours. People can't drive-because I'm the only one in America that can drive properly (don't you feel that way sometimes)? And, my family isn't here.

Needless to say, I've had a case of the sads lately. The main cause of my melancholy could be the lack of my husband, but thank goodness for a wonderful mother-in-law who offered to stay an entire WEEK to keep me company and help set up our new digs. She is beyond amazing and forever grateful I will be for her and her other half.

My dear friend Rene has also helped me through and been kind enough to feed me dessert until my face is full. I certainly couldn't have made the adjustment without her assistance.

Being in a "funk" is so not my style, but I suppose it happens to us all. Right? I've never been so unsure about life in my, life. I don't know why I made the move, but I did. It's done, but it doesn't mean I can't go back home.

For now I'm here, and my only option is to make it an adventure, because "that's where you find yourself."

for reasons unknown

2010-04-09T15:02:00.004-05:00

It's starting to seem like 2010 just ain't my year.

Let's start with the facts: Life is tough. Sometimes it's complete crap.

I have to make a decision soon that is going to redirect the course of my future and I don't know if this is going to be a huge mistake, or a huge relief. I've never been more frightened in my life.

Right now, my focus is determining which is more important to me: happiness, and quality of life, or stability and security. If it was possible to have both, I wouldn't be making a sacrifice.

Chris and I have been married for one year and eight months. Out of those 19 months, I've seen him maybe a grand total of 5 months altogether. This decision may rectify that situation, as well as fulfill my life's passion.

I know there are lives in worse shape than my own, and I am grateful for my health and for the people who surround me. But we all have our own battles and I just ask for peace, and prayers, as I fight through mine.

for the love of God

2010-02-07T11:03:00.002-06:00

Please listen to "In These Arms" by The Swell Season (Strict Joy) and try to not get goosebumps.

"maybe I was born to hold you in these arms..."

chill.bumps.so.good.

25 and 1/2

2010-01-31T20:19:00.003-06:00

A few random thoughts to get you through the day:

If my life had a soundtrack, it would be Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain by Yann Tiersen.

Having a pink Vespa is high on my list of priorities.

Peanut Butter Puffins is the best cereal to eat dry.

What am I doing with my life?

I need to work out.

Why did I dream about vampires last night?

I love French people.

My owl collection is a smidge unhealthy, but I'll never stop.

Chicago in the Spring?

Words cannot express how happy I am to see January 2010 come to a close. My car got hit, my job sucked, I got shingles, and my dad had a heart attack. Obviously, I'm ready for February. Things can only get better though, right?
I'm sure right now Rev Run would remind me that at least I am alive. And he is right. I love his tweets.

I have decided February is my month to start over, my month for resolutions.

But first, I'm going to have some Swedish Fish.

"Life is for livin', we all know, and I don't want to live it alone."

bye bye, birdie(s)

2010-01-05T21:11:00.007-06:00

I came home this evening to my mom "shooing" out two birds that had found their way into our house through a Christmas wreath.

Chris and I have done nothing tonight (besides bird wrangling) except watch a marathon of America's Funniest Videos; AFV, if you will. Every clip featuring a kid doing something stupid we say that our children are going to do that, too. So I don't laugh, hoping I won't jinx it.

painting my nails with a lovely shade of grape this evening:

Just another Tuesday night at the Turner's.

In the year 2000

2010-01-01T23:07:00.007-06:00

Guys, I haven't bloggeled since 2009. What. Is. Up.

Let's recap by describing the events of New Years Eve (NYE) and work our way backwards.

I knew the night was doomed when the cute little number I ordered from Urban Outfitters had a botched zipper. I guess it would have been in my best interest to try on the dress prior to the few minutes before we had to leave for dinner, causing me to find an uncomfortable alternative, but that's beside the point. I'm a last minute person. What's new.

After dinner at Shreveport's best kept secret, India's, we made our way to a few celebratory gatherings; but after the clock struck midnight and the new year had begun, it was time to head home. But not before my car was sideswiped by someone who had been influenced heavily by alcohol and other substances. As everyone says, "luckily, no one was injured," but that bitch really put a damper on my start to 2010.

I never made any resolutions for myself. I think it's better that way. You know, in case nothing happens then I won't be disappointed. However, I am quietly hoping that 2010 brings a few needed changes.

Christmas.

I don't usually like to brag about gifts I've received, but I'd like to take a moment and thank my husband for a lovely piece of neck jewelry from a little place I like to call T & Co. Straight from NYC.

On that note, Chris and I celebrated one whole year of marriage, Pensacola, Florida-style in August.
And no, that isn't lettuce on our cake. Just a very well-preserved green floral arrangement of some sort.

2009 was the year I saw AC/DC, New Kids on the Block (holla), Kings of Leon, and the Swell Season.

I started painting again.

I learned how to sew and made a few pillows (successfully).

I started working out in April. Slacked off in June. Picked back up in October. Slacked off after Thanksgiving. So on, so forth.
But it's a new year right? I have time to work out my flabby areas. Especially with stores already shoving bathing suits in my face. In JANUARY.

Looking forward, I can't wait to be in weddings for two of my close, very wonderful friends. Also, I'll be spending an evening with Brandi Carlile in March. Little disappointed Chris will be interrupting our intimate time together, but I guess it was his Christmas gift, after all.

I'm never good at "wrapping things up" on my blog so I always end my posts abruptly. So, big gulps huh? well, see you later.

nutritional value

2009-07-01T21:32:00.002-05:00

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

2009-07-01T12:06:00.004-05:00

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

2009-06-20T23:48:00.005-05:00

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

2009-06-15T09:19:00.002-05:00

I needed this today.

Are You Kidding Me?

2009-06-11T20:48:00.006-05:00

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

2009-06-11T17:58:00.007-05:00

(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

2009-05-11T21:34:00.003-05:00

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

2009-03-30T20:39:00.003-05:00

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

2009-03-18T10:48:00.004-05:00

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?

2009-03-09T13:35:00.004-05:00

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

2009-03-09T10:00:00.005-05:00

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!

a prayer

2008-11-04T14:19:00.003-06:00

Dear God,

I pray the best man wins.

Amen.

Feelin' Good

2008-10-31T12:21:00.005-05:00

I decided to start a list of songs that make me feel good*

And here it is (in no particular order):

Don't Let Me Down-the Beatles
Clocks-Coldplay
Hiro's Song-Ben Folds Five
Dig a Pony-the Beatles
Portions for Foxes-Rilo Kiley
the Weather-Built to Spill (not to be confused with Built for Speed)
Fallen from the Sky-Glen Hansard
Family Tree-Ben Kweller
Rhythm of my Heart-Rod Stewart
Places-Ours
Ode to LRC-Band of Horses
Wouldn't It Be Nice-the Beach Boys
Two of Us-the Beatles
Hang Me Up to Dry-Cold War Kids
Read My Mind-the Killers (new album out this month, how excited am I?!)
Oh Valencia!-the Decemberists
Holland, 1945-Neutral Milk Hotel

*I listed these songs because of A. nostalgia and/or B. the way my body moves when played in the comforts of my car/living room when I'm alone.

bang bang

2008-10-31T11:52:00.003-05:00

Ever since I cut bangs, I don't know if I've been more self-conscious of my hair, or my face. I sometimes feel they just accentuate the roundness of my cheeks and chin. Maybe I'm just delusional (it's quite possible).

Anyway, I was reading Stuff White People Like, and came across this article which made me grin. I even found some characteristics in common with the girls they were describing:

"But for white people, this simple haircut makes a bold declaration by saying that the wearer is artistic, deep, and has probably dated a guy in a band you like"

Now, I feel a little proud and walk with a bit more pep in my step, even though I miss my long hair. Sad face.

long hair, I miss you:

new hair, it's alright I guess:

Dear Madonna,

2008-10-20T11:21:00.003-05:00

I haven't liked your music since I danced in my room to the Immaculate Collection in the early 90's, but if I was at that show on your Sticky & Sweet tour, and you told Palin to "get off your street," I probably would have spit in your general direction.

Shut up and entertain me.

mind-bottled

2008-09-25T09:28:00.007-05:00

I am a bit disappointed in myself for letting precious time slip away. There are loads of projects I want/need to get done but I just have not found the motivation. Frankly, I am just lazy, and watching Everybody Loves Raymond from 5:30 to 7:00pm is not how I anticipated spending my evenings after work.
Aside from putting away wedding gifts (that are still in boxes) and doing the everyday cleaning/organizational duties of an apartment renter (suck), there are several paintings I've had in mind that I'd like to do for myself and others.
To minimize my brain-clutter, I made a list (on paper so I don't forget) of randome thoughts and things that inspire me so that later I would be able to make basic sketches before I began to paint.

A few inspirational themes:

(obvious)

I should really say the Eiffel Tower back-slash Paris, in general

Ballet dancers

I also really love owls, but only in the stylized sense. The actual creature kind of freaks me out. Any-hoo...

On to something more important: the Office season premier-TONIGHT!

oopsies/ghosties

2008-09-17T11:45:00.005-05:00

So, a few posts down I mentioned that something awesome was going to happen in September and didn't want to give away too much because I didn't want to jinx it. Well, I think I jinxed it.
Tyler Read was supposed to leave next week for a label showcase in NYC and to record demos for one reason or another-I've never understood the music industry (and don't plan on it) and I don't get many details from Chris.
Anyhow, on top of being pumped for the band, I thought this would be an opportunity to sneak in a little vacay time for myself. I had even already discussed Manhattan must-see spots with Brooke, the other precious band wife.
Now it turns out the band will only play the planned showcase and return back home, which means no QT with NYC.
But, I suppose the good news is that if all goes well with the showcase, the boys have a chance at being signed to a major(?) label.

But enough about that.

If I could meet anyone in the world, do you know who it would be? Ricky Gervais.
That man is a genius.
I probably don't know the extent of work he's done in the past, but my obvious favies are:

Rule #1. If you haven't seen the BBC version (the original) of the Office, then we aren't allowed to be friends. And although Michael Scott has won my heart over (and over again), this show makes my heart sing.

Rule #2. If you watched the series finale for both the Office (BBC) and Extras and didn't cry, you have no soul. You aren't human. Go get a heart.

Needless to say, I cannot wait for Ghost Town.
It seems a bit corny, but I'm hoping Ricky and Greg make me proud.

hearts.

uppidy-date

2008-09-08T15:55:00.003-05:00

If I was a celebrity, and you read Perez Hilton, you would know everything there is to know about me.
But I'm not, and you don't, so I'm left with the task of updating the 3 of you on my life as of late.

Since the last time I updated, I've had several weird dreams involving airports, planes that look like cruise ships, and me giving the go-ahead to Chris that it's "ok" to date my friends while we're married.

Oh, I'm married! As far as I can remember, the wedding was perfect...except when the priest called me Kelly. And even that didn't bother me, not even the damn rain. Oh, and the band referred to us as Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Turner upon our entrance to the reception, ha! But, I suppose those are the details that made it memorable. I'm not saying I wouldn't have remembered the day I got married if it weren't for those instances, but, you know what I mean.
Maybe I can elaborate about details and post photos on a later date, but I'm still trying to remember everything...what a blur, man.

In other news, Chris surprised me with an iPhone! Dude, I know. I was doing just fine with my Blackberry, but seriously, I don't know how I survived all these years without this little nugget of Apple genius. Chris could see my jealousy and felt guilty he was living the life of luxery with his 3G, so of course he had to get one for his wifey.

*Note: It's only appropriate to match if you're married.

I think it's also important to note that we might have moved on from the Golden Retriever phase (unfortunately). We would really love a large dog of that sort, but finding room for him in our itty bitty space would just be cruel. He would need lots of room to grow and play! So, perhaps a little Morrison will find his way to our home, once we have a house.
Our other doggy option is a Westie:

I think this little bucket of sunshine will be the perfect fit for us, one day.

I'm world's worst writer.

perf

2008-08-19T09:32:00.001-05:00

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you

Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess

No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

4 more days, and then I am Mrs. McPeters.

I've got this energy beneath my feet...

2008-08-07T14:21:00.002-05:00

Wedding is 16 days away.

Something stellar is happening in September, but I don't want to say much because I might jinx it...maybe I'll get to go somewhere exciting!

eh, that's all, I guess.

Don't be haters

2008-07-23T08:32:00.001-05:00

ONE MONTH UNTIL THE WEDDING!

an ode (photo blog dedication) to Buster

2008-07-17T16:09:00.007-05:00

To my favorite Arrested Development character (I still love you, Michael), this one is for you:

(from my dear friend Lindsay who I commissioned to do this piece. she's an/a expert/master at applying faces where they don't belong).

love is all around.

you guys...

2008-07-16T15:21:00.004-05:00

I'm losing my cool; worried about this wedding bidness...not about actually getting married because I'm totally hip with that, but damn, these PLANS.
I read where Ashleeee Simpson's friends called her "bridechilla" during the time before her nuptials. I WISH. srsly. I thought I was pretty calm, but when I start getting acid reflux, I am hella unchilla.
I think there is something to said for eloping, or even "destination weddings." I had my parents praying for a destination wedding after we discovered the cost to rent the reception ballroom for a night. yikes.
I've been telling people that I'm close to getting everything finalized, but I feel myself lying when the words come out. Am I?
Where is JLo when you need her?
Dress? check. Ring? check. The invitations are done. Check multiplied by a million because that was a feat. But shat, did I forget someone? I really hope not. If I did, then Lord, I am sorry! Oh God, I'm getting heartburn just thinking about it.
I have a feeling I'll be planning the wedding up until the 15 seconds before I walk down the aisle.
Please, someone tell me they have a mimosa waiting for me somewhere.

For what it's worth, I wouldn't give up having a church ceremony or a badass reception (that reminds me, I need to email a list of songs to the band that they must play). It's important to us to be married in a church, surrounded by friends and family, with a priest present to bless our marriage.

I love you all (all 8 of you). Thank you for being supportive (and if you haven't, well, I guess I don't really care because I'm getting married to a wonderful person (and so is he)).

it's time for a Tums.

pregnant

2008-07-01T11:24:00.003-05:00

I'm not, but the way I talk about baby names, you would think I was. I'm really not sure where this little quirk came from, but I think it's starting to concern a few people.
I can be a strange bird sometimes, but this habit might be a little too odd. It's like girls who plan their weddings before they're engaged. I'm putting the cart before the horse here, folks.

Before it was ruined in the flood, I had a journal where I kept my random thoughts, notes, and a list of baby names; boy and girl, first and middle initial.
I can't help it!

I dream about being pregnant all the time. On top of knowing a few lovely ladies with sweet little buns in the oven, I have a hunch this quirk also stems from a desire to be a nurturing mother and to raise a family

Chris and I get married in a month. After that, you can start a countdown for a little Daffodil Rose or Paxton James.

"this love branches out like an oak tree, reach for the sky and roots to the sea."

2 Things

2008-06-27T16:39:00.004-05:00

1. I'm not really sure what the big deal is with my wedding dress, but it's causing some kind of stir with my friends and family:

that isn't us, but you get the idea.

2. I don't usually go into the the Wild Bird Center, but was tempted today after lunch to kill time before going back to work.
It was there that I met, and fell in love with, Skipper the cockatiel.

you wouldn't think a bird could be so affectionate, but Skipper touched my heart and my soul like no one else.

I want I want I want!

um

2008-06-23T15:11:00.001-05:00

61 days.

holy moly.

Forever Young

2008-06-19T15:11:00.002-05:00

if you know me, you know two things:

1. I love Asians
2. I love old people.

this deals with the latter.

pretty please go see the documentary: Young at Heart. you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll wish you will grow old with all of your teeth.

I. love. this. movie.

and another documentary gem: King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters

if you live in Shreveport, it would be to your benefit to visit the Robinson Film Center.

it's badass.

in the marmalade forest...

2008-06-18T15:32:00.002-05:00

Guys, I have something serious to discuss.

I have gas.

It won't go away. I swear, it's almost debilitating.

help!

Can you take me higher?

2008-06-18T10:32:00.008-05:00

Just FYI: if you're ever in the need for a quick flash of energy on a long, late night drive home, this should be your playlist:

Seal: Crazy/Kiss from a Rose/Don't Cry/Fly like an Eagle
i.e:

Mariah Carey (featuring Boyz II Men): One Sweet Day

Love

Creed: Higher

nuff said.

my friend contentness

2008-05-06T11:01:00.005-05:00

"who knows where thoughts come from, they just appear, mhmm..."

Is the purpose of a blog defeated if you first write your thoughts on paper?

Nostalgia is being thrown at me from all different angles and it's hard to dodge...

I miss college, and if I could, I would pack up everyone I love and put them all in a 5-mile radius of one another in hopes of re-living the days of early morning donuts, Student Center chats, chick-no-picks, skipping classes that we maybe should have attended, the weird smelling library/computer labs, red tables, late night painting room dinners, and Xanga.

Sad to say, but I miss posting corny one-liners and non-sensible gibberish under my handle: InTheDaysOfYorke.

Now all that's left of the Xanga glory days is a sad attempt to revive that community. Come back Exeo.

Speaking of Chagrin, I smell a come-back via cover tunes and perhaps, a show? fingers crossed. Your ears, I swear, will melt like ICE, baby.

The word "grown up" keeps chasing me, but hasn't caught me yet. I think it's close though. Soon enough I will trip on a root and it will fall on me with all of it's weight.

every thing's in it's right place.

oh yea, and...

2008-04-23T10:50:00.003-05:00

I don't know how I could have left out this dynamic duo:

my newest phase: UFOs

obsessions.

2008-04-23T08:16:00.020-05:00

here are mine:

McDonald's iced coffee, Regular.
my recent caffeine fix. It's cheaper than Starbucks AND you don't to tip the barrista

Paris, obviously.
I miss this place. I'm hoping I will get a surprise trip for a one-year anniversary. HA!

Chagrin.
My hope is that this band returns to the scene, and not just because I have a thing for the guy in maroon.

Muse.
They sound nothing like Radiohead and I am, quite frankly, tired of haters comparing the two.

I drink this stuff like water.

Paul Newman.
He's badass and so is his salad dressing

It makes me regular. TMI?

Persians.
I am that crazy cat lady.

The Office. Mainly Jim and Pam's relationship.

cooking with aprons!

being engaged.

I am obsessed with wanting to be obsessed with the following in the future:

Golden Retrievers.
His name will be Morrison, and he will be ours.

I want to sew my own clothes and for other people. Maybe even for a little Chris or little Emily. ONE day...

and sow seeds to grow a garden.

being married. gay, I know.

rainbow brite

2008-04-07T12:59:00.009-05:00

For some reason I started to think about my past dye jobs and realized I'm one highlight away from forgetting what my natural color really is.
I've compiled a few photographs to prove that my hair, despite its multiple personalities, has held up quite nicely. Although, being recognized is a benefit to maintaining the same hair color most of your life.

oops.

yes, this is me as a tot giving my best pose before our t-ball game. This is probably the only picture of me with natural hair. can you spot chunky little me?

HELLO BRUNETTE. I go big or go home.

nuff said. I'm tored.

arguments

2008-04-02T10:31:00.005-05:00

a recent argument between me and Chris was over the number of humps in a lower case cursive "m."
I was right, it's 3-humped.

It's April 2, which means there is approximately 143 until our nuptials and I am ready, freddy.

ridiculous...

2008-02-26T13:50:00.003-06:00

perfectly describes this past weekend.

you missed:

-heterosexual (maybe) men dancing homosexually
-T-Rex and his itty bitty arms
-wanting to leave Mias because "that band sucks"
-Dirtfoot
-a male acquaintance in a denim jacket. I'm sorry, who wears those anymore?
-wanting to play James Brown on the juke box but getting trumped by the guy who payed money to play the Cure
-splinter from a chair at the lamest bar ever. I might have a disease.
-cutting my own eyelashes while trying to trim my fake ones
-movie crew party with, wait, was that, yes, jello shots. no thanks for wanting to re-live freshamn year in college.
-hopes of a Michael Cera sighting
-Central Station drag show
-strobe light dancing (see above)
-being in hell, aka, the Phoenix Underground

Lord have mercy.

old people

2008-02-11T09:57:00.000-06:00

I love 'em.

I have an affinity towards the elderly community, and no matter how crotchety and senile, they are adorable.

my grandfather was one of the greatest

I glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings...

2008-02-08T13:12:00.000-06:00

oh! what marvelous things.

You know, some days you're just not feelin' it. And today, I'm not feelin' it. New carpet in the upstairs office space equals my surroundings being invaded with a smell of a dentist office and leaves me dizzy and irritable.

At least I have a week to look forward to my Valentines date, which will look alot like this:

Yea, so we play pseudo-lesbians sometimes, so what? Just because Chris is away on almost every important day of the year doesn't mean it's wrong to share the company of another woman, does it?

Plus, she dances with me to FOB more than Chris ever would. and if you're cool you know what FOB means.

thnks fr th mmrs.