finally a Wimberley pic


This is the best picture I could find of my dad's place.

Future site of Christmas party '08?

might be affected by Christmas gift '07 which I still have to figure out...

hmmm

I had a great blog entry working it's way to you this afternoon, and somewhere between wrapping gifts and trying to make it through "Holiday in Handcuffs," I completely lost my brilliant thoughts...

Why I love Gilmore Girls...

Well, just one of the reasons why...

Paris: " I don't know what to wear."

Rory: "Ever?!"

Tis the season

The holidays bring about so many limited edition products. Our fridge is overstocked with the seasonal coffee creamers at this time of year.
The newest limited edition product I've come across.... (drum roll please) ...

Cherry Chocolate Diet Dr. Pepper

So weird I had to try it.
I've come to the conclusion that this drink is the liquified equivalent of a tootsie pop.

Here's a little blogging snack just for making it through today's posting;)...

Tootsie Roll

I always feel bad for this little boy...

Impulse buy at Target




Thank goodness for pre-lit trees. If these trees had existed 20 years ago, about 1/2 the fights I had with my brothers would have never occurred.
It's a little blurry, but you get the idea.




Over and out

What time did I go to bed last night? 12:30am

What time did I actually fall asleep? 4 am
What time was my exit interview scheduled? 11:30am

What time did I wake up? 11:31am
What time did I arrive for the interview? 12:30pm



Aside from waking up in a panic, HR did not have a problem with my being late.

decision 2007

I'm moving hospitals... I've accepted a position at TCH:) on the surg/ortho floor.

Did I mention it's a DAYS position?!!

"Through Him then, let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that give thanks to His name."
Hebrews 13:15

PS** I'm still full from Thanksgiving.

running on empty

Things have been super crazy... I have nothing left to blog about... or too many things to blog about making it impossible to express anything coherent.


I apologize for withholding details, but by the end of the week, I'll divulge everything... really... everything.

I have 2 days off for Thanksgiving (wed and thurs). It's a bit maddening to think that I'm working extra hours during a holiday week. I must have been way too tired when I made out my schedule.

I'll be eating lots of this on thurs ... oh who am I kidding? make it tuesday through thursday.


"Happy Thanksgibbing back"

You might be a PT Cruiser...


You might be a PT Cruiser if ...

all your power window controls are located on the console/ next to the center air vents.

your color is some metallic, vibrant color such as electric blue or lime green.

you cannot accelerate on slight slopes.

most of your travelers wind up nauseated after even a 5 minute car ride.

you have mystery stains and pieces of old goldfish all over you.

you have the turning radius of a semi.

you find yourself with 15 identical others at rental car lots and hotel/motel parking lots.

** We had a PT Cruiser as a rental car in California. Chances are, if you have ever rented a car, you have had the joy of driving a PT... So many jokes, but I'll stop here.

Hebrews 4:12-16 (NASB)

12For the word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword, and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart.
13And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but all things are open and laid bare to the eyes of Him with whom we have to do.
14Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession.
15For we do not have a high priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but One who has been tempted in all things as we are, yet without sin.
16Therefore let us draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.

Recent travels...

Here are a few pics from the trip... I'm leaving Thursday to visit my superstar photography student of a brother in Ventura, CA. more pics to come:)

El Dorado Kitchen in Sonoma... gorgeous day!
Ferry Building before the airport

Meet the Barkers... the sweet family that adopted me for 4 days! (that might be grammatically incorrect...oops!)

It's just a BLT... but the fanciest stinkin BLT ever...

Great expectations

Mitzi bought the "Boundaries" book on half.com for 75 cents. She knew it was hardback with a copyright date in the 80's... deal! right?

Little did she know...


oh brother!

I'll be honest. I cyber-stalked my brother last night... mainly because I haven't talked to him in a while. We have only text messaged (tex-mexed) very briefly since his departure to Cali.
He left this comment for his roommate... I don't know if he made this up, but I wouldn't be surprised if he did.


How To Give A Man Hug

Don't get left behind, learn how to show your affection for your fellow man.

Step 1: When to hug
If celebrating a sports win, you will find that suddenly worrying about hugging is no longer an issue. Anything goes.

Step 2: The approach
When going for a hug, make it clear what you are doing. You won't want to catch the huggee off-guard. Start by spreading your hands wide with you right hand about 20 centimeters higher than the left. Lean back ever so slightly. This is a non-threatening stance, making it clear you are not about to attack. Tilt your head to the left - this lets your huggee know where you are going so they can do the opposite. Otherwise, there may be an embarrassing collision.

Step 3: Embrace
Step in towards your compadre. Your right hand will go over his shoulder, with your head going to the left of his. Show your sincerity by gripping your friend firmly in your arms - there is nothing worse than a floppy, half-hearted attempt. Keep your head level and facing forwards. Looking down, or turning towards your mate may end up as inappropriate nuzzling. Hold the embrace for as long as you feel comfortable... a second or two will do.

Step 4: The pat
This is the crucial part of a man hug, separating it from a traditional cuddle. With your left hand pat your buddy 3 or 4 times on the back. This demonstrates you are still men - you may be affectionate, but you can still dish out some pain. If you still feel this is too effeminate for you, then give a light, double punch instead of a pat.

Step 5:The break
While you are giving the final pat, break. Lift your hands smartly away, don't slide them over your buddy in a lingering manner. This may confuse them, and you. Alternatively, you could finish by gripping your friend firmly on the upper arms and saying something celebratory:
"Well Done, Grant", "Congratulations", or "You learned how to swim!."


Marky Mark is so entertaining :)

Since I'm awake...

Something tells me this won't be the last time I get tagged...



1. What were you doing 10 years ago? Living it up as a Memorial Mustang... Spending 2+hours training in and out of the pool. Paid off ... got my fastest times that year. How disturbing is it that my sophomore year of high school was ten years ago...



2. What were you doing 5 years ago? Living at the Enclave in College Station with Emily and Kristin. I think that's the semester I met Miss Em K too.



3. What were you doing 1 year ago?Actually had just gotten my first job as an RN, which I still have. The Lord's timing was perfect. Thank you Jesus!



4. What did you do yesterday? Got a cute haircut and spent an hour trying to find and kill a transient roach in my room. Lots of squealing and nausea.



5. Snacks I enjoy ... Kashi stuff, reduced-fat wheat thins (i tend to eat half a box in one sitting), carbs



6. Things I would do with $100 million dollars ... where should I start ...give as much of it away as possible (church, missions, the expedition of I-10 construction), buy my neighbor a smaller car so she wouldn't park so close to me with her Clubwagon Van , pay off Lucy (my car), buy my mom a new house, pay for Mark's ginormous tuition, trade my job for something that gives me back my weekends, get a Golden retriever... travel everywhere.



7. Locations I would run to ... Blue Ridge Mountains, Belize, Higgins Lake, Michigan; Austin, TX lots more for sure

8. Bad habits I have ...overanalyzing, worrying, procrastinating, putting off sleep, eating half a box of reduced fat wheat thins (haven't done this one in quite some time), being super competitive (although that is a side I try to hide)

9. Things I like to do: Find new music, go to concerts, drink Coffee, read, watch Gilmore Girls, play with healthy kids, walk/run outside

10. Biggest joy of the moment: Anticipating spending some sweet time with Jesus in a few minutes:)

a little confession

I'm a chronic avoider of shopping carts. Something about the way you can sneak up on people at the end of the store aisles and have near or actual cart-collisions, makes me love the handy basket. I like mobility and non-confrontation.
There are those awkward moments though, when you realize that you should have actually chosen the cart. You can't trade now... NO, that would be embarrassing. Instead, the top items are balancing way above the perimeter of the basket, and you've developed a limp from it's colossal weight.
That was me this morning.

WAR EAGLE...




I love printed t-shirts with pockets... pocket printed tees... wish more were out there, and I would buy them all...

any way,

I was running/walking at Memorial Park tonight and wearing my Alabama Crimson Tide pocket tee. A man ran to the right of me and yelled, "War Eagle!," in my ear. No lie.

It took me a second to figure out if he was singing out loud or intentionally yelling at me, but then the Auburn rivalry registered.

I wanted to run and catch up with him just so I could show him my Aggie ring and explain why I was wearing that shirt. I even felt a little guilty. Oh, for the love of the T-shirt!




P-U

My apartment has a mystery stench that floats through the a/c vents approximately once every few months, overstaying it's welcome for about half an hour. It reminds me of a mixture somewhere between dead animal and sewage.
The arrival directly correlates with the air flow when the ac is on, and yes, I've checked the pilot light. There is no way this smell is a natural gas leak.

Right now I'm just thankful it didn't show up for the Prayer and Praise we hosted recently(phew!).
Any ideas?

"Fitting" room drama

I went shopping for a new wedding dress yesterday(the spectator kind), and definitely found myself alone in the dressing room with a dress stuck right around my shoulders. My female audience knows exactly what I'm talking about...

Typically, if shopping solo, these events can escalate from awkward to scary, fairly quickly.
With this most recent trip to the mall, I spent seconds debating whether I should wiggle my way out versus call out for help...all while trying to peer through an armhole in the mirror just in case there was an escape route via some opening in the dress I just wasn't finding.

Sure the sales rep had asked me if I needed help three times before I was stuck, but the second I'm about to calculate which seam can rip the fastest, she is no where to be found.

All that being said, I survived and am the owner of a new super-cute dress.

Update...

I think I accidentally just posted this blank... sorry for the tease.

I guess I owe an update on many areas of my life... First and foremost, the triathlon.

Aside from all the hydrocarbons I'm sure I ingested from the man-made baytown lake I swam in, the competition was a SUCCESS! We had a killer team. Chad and Joey kicked tail, and we walked away winners!
Just a glimpse...

Chad, me, Joey (runner, swimmer, cyclist)
I've just been branded and am starting to feel nervous!
Picture of the swim course finish. Yes, by the time I was swimming I was staring straight into the sun.
Our #1 supporter/photographer Stan and the team!
Tim trying to get me motivated...



MasterCard

This is so cute!

sink or swim...




So I have been roped into pulling the swim leg of a triathlon relay this Sunday...
and by roped in I mean, Chad called me, asked, and I quickly replied yes.

I don't think my team realizes, however, how long it has actually been since I've swam-- "500 meters" swam. Granted I am going to go practice at Ballys later today, but I haven't competitively swam since A&M swim class.

There are certain elements to a triathlon swim that I assume will be quite interesting.
Here are some of the questions running through my mind...
How far will I be able to see underwater?
How many people will "accidentally" kick me in the face?
How quickly will cellulite disappear?
Will I get caught swimming with a circle of slow people around me?
How do you train for a 500 in just a few days?

I'll let you know how it goes...

Bragging Rights

My youngest brother has started college... take a moment to let that sink in...

He's attending Brooks Institute of Photography in Ventura, CA,
and already hard at work.
Check out some of his photos here:
http://www.brooksnppa.org/

the pics are in week 2... no. 5 and 7

"WE WERE ON A BREAK!"

Thought I'd throw a little shout out to the few who faithfully checked my blog and quietly took me aside to ask where it went. Thanks for the encouragement! I've decided to bring it back!

No promises as far as frequency or hilarity...

Many things have happened since the blog vacation...

I found out I was TB negative.

My brother Mark went away to Brooks Institute of Photography for school (see amazing pictures on his website www.markturnerphoto.com).

I booked two plane tix to California for October. A week after I booked the tix, San Fran had an earthquake...

AND big finish...
I spent about one month's rent on the plumbing in my apartment.

yes, it's a major misrepresentation but that's all you're getting right now...

if you are in houston Thursday 7/26/07,
go to this @ 7:30pm...

metrolive07.org

details on website...




thanks and gig'em