Exhausted…. February 26, 2008

Today was a horrible day.  I am running a fever, my throat is killing me, my ear hurts, the coughing is never ending, and i feel like i’m freezing when i’m burning up.  I made it through the day at work–and to be honest, I kicked major ass!  I got so much important stuff done! I have not quite figured out how it is even possible for me to be sick.  I have been taking a TON of vitamins and drinking OJ everyday.   I guess my body is just worn out from all the hard work that it has been doing lately.

Stephen was a doll today.  He cleaned the floors.  They had been really bothering me, and I am just far to exhausted to do them.   He even said that he was going to do some dishes tomorrow.   He is wonderful.

another fun day…. February 25, 2008

I haven’t blogged much lately.  I have been busy, and we have actually had some pretty big news!  If you were meant to know what that news is, than you already know!

Today we went to Gainesville to do some shopping before we headed to Bonham to pick up Tanner.   We had a really fun day.  Stephen and I spent the entire day at the outlet mall.  We busied ourselves by looking in nearly every store.   He found quite a bit of stuff–plaid shorts, t-shirts, a mavericks jersey, and even some pearl snap shirts.   He found some sun glasses that he liked, but he put them back because he thought that they were too expensive.  I disagreed and wanted him to get them, but he decided against them anyway.

We looked at rings at Zales–which was my favorite part.   I tried on several, and I even kind of liked one.  However, we left empty handed–which was okay.   I want to shop around before I finally decide on one.   I really love the vintage style engagement rings, and this one that I liked was a three stone traditional ring.  I am content to wait until I find the perfect ring.   I know, though, that we are on our way to being engaged–how exciting.  I doubt that we will get married for a long, long time.   Our lives are already linked together in a very permanent way, and neither of us feel the need to really rush it.

After shopping, we went to eat dinner.  We had a good dinner with great food, and then we finished the drive to pick up Tanner.   I was really glad to see his little face.  It is amazing how much I miss him when he is gone for a few days.

Driving home was uneventful–except for this cloud that was perfectly shaped like a heart.  It was really pretty, and we saw it as the sun was setting.  I left my digital camera at home, but I tried to catch a picture of it on my phone.  I will see if it turned out, and I will post it if it did.

Shitty Travelers February 16, 2008

Being en route to Atlanta this past week has given me the opportunity to see the shittiest travelers around. Here are two examples of what I experienced:

First Class Bitch:

You know her. She is dressed to impress toting her kate spade bag. Her hair is perfect, and her pants are NOT wrinkled (which is amazing because you know she was sitting in a car, limo, bus, suv or something riding to the airport). She brings on an enourmously sized carry on bag. The bag is huge, and she attempts to shove, stuff, wiggle it into the overhead. You know it is not going to fit. She knows it is not going to fit. In her perfectness, people gather around to help her–and they know it is not going to fit. Mind you that a long line is gathering behind her to get to their seats on the plane. She pushes on it and rearranges other peoples things–moving their things out of her way. The line behind her grows. The stewardess makes her way, and she even tries to help her–and even she knows it is not going to fit. Finally, after about 20 minutes of fussing over this bag, it is decided that the bag should be checked. Oh my God! What an epiphany! The GIANT bag will not fit. Really? Now that the plane is delayed 20 minutes for take off, the rest of the passengers can load the plane. Thank you first class bitch. I love being late for your stupidity.

The Douche Bag:

I had the distinct pleasure of sitting behind the douche bag on the plane. He is a huge man. His spiky hair is gutting from his head in perfectly crafted rows. He is loud, and in this instance his buddy was sitting directly across the isle from him. Lucky me. This man determines that it is necessary to announce to his friend in a booming voice everything that is happening on the plane. “IT IS TIME FOR TAKE OFF,” he loudly declares. As if the rest of us on the plane could not tell that we were taking off. “THEY ARE SERVING DRINKS,” he boasts. This one interrupted my nap. Was it really necessary to announce that? Then as the stewardess gets to him, he determines that it is necessary to start a conversation with her. He speaks to her in a volume that anyone on the plane could hear. She is incredibly annoyed, but polite. She humors him for a few minutes before making her way down the rest of the row. His buddy at one point put head phones on. Oh thank you buddy. Rather than deterring this man from talking, it only prompted him to talk LOUDER to get his buddy’s attention. I wanted to sleep. Other people wanted to sleep. Thank you douche bag for a miserable flight.

Hilary and Barack February 11, 2008

love, love, love February 11, 2008

post secret February 11, 2008

Photoshop PSD Resources February 10, 2008

OutSpoken Kate


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Out of my element February 10, 2008

Anyone who knows Stephen, knows that he is a pretty athletic guy.  He jogs, roller blades, plays disc golf, and he does a whole slew of other athletic things on a nearly daily basis.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not exactly athletic.  I love to work out–in the gym.  However, my coordination has even come into question there when i’ve had near accidents on the eliptical machine.   Being athletic and being coordinated are two things that I am not.

However, today we went roller blading.  I had bought a pair on clearance at Target for the bargain price of $4.98–what a steal–I couldn’t pass them up!  I was so scared that my knees were seriously clacking together.  My hands were shaking.  I was scared to death of falling down.  I nearly had to crawl up a steep hill before I gave up and took the roller blades off.

Stephen eventually took me to a parking lot where I could roll around without the fear of rolling down hills.   Towards the end of our excursion, I was actually enjoying it–and what a work out!   We eventually even made it up–and down–some hills.  It was pretty fun!

More Photoshop Brushes February 10, 2008

Mason is here… February 9, 2008

Mason has arrived, and he is beautiful!

Mason is Phillip (Stephen’s brother) and Linda’s baby.