Boom

Spent the weekend recovering from one of the worst football losses that I can remember. It was ugly, ugly, ugly.  It's one thing to lose to a team that is better than you and something entirely different to lose because you just can't pull your head out. Poor coaching, poor playing and no one seemed to be able to figure it out.  It was tuurrible! 

And I know too many Texas fans because they made sure I heard about it. The game wasn't even over before it began...and even though I was holding out hope, I had nothin.  I mean, I'm a person that's skilled at spinning and I couldn't come up with anything - there was no defending, excusing or denying what was happening out on that field.  We totally sucked. 

It's just like life though - things don't always turn out the way you expect them to. And all you can do is huddle up, regroup and make sure you're ready for the next game.

BOOMER SOONER!

Bite Me

So I got good news and bad news at my orthodontist appointment yesterday. Good news: no new bands. Bad news: still have to wear the ones I have.

And I made my ortho mad.

The new tech I've had the last few times is suuuper slow. Like ridiculously slow. She talks with her hands which means she stops whatever she's doing when she talking.  And she talks the entire time.

It's annoying enough that you're trying to carry on a conversation with me when my mouth is hanging open and you've got instruments in there - really, I have no possible way of answering your questions and I get tired of trying to gurgle in response to them.  And now I'm here an extra 20 minutes because you're uncomfortable with silence. Just get in there, do what you have to do and let's be done.

So yesterday I arrive (on time) and it's 30 minutes past my appointment before I'm seen.  So I'm irritated. And I'm especially irritated because I have a meeting with my supervisor and her supervisor at work so I don't have all day to spend at the orthodontist.

The ortho comes in "Hey Amber, what's going on?" to which I reply, "Nothing. Nothing is going on - I haven't been seen yet." He kinda looked at me like he wasn't sure if I was joking or not so just to drive the point home I continued with "Normally, you guys run behind and it's fine but I have a meeting today."

I knew he was pissed because he looked at my teeth very quickly and then told the tech what to do and then said to me "She'll get you taken care of and you can get to your meeting." but he said the last part kinda condescendingly.

And the thing is - I wasn't the one in a rush! I wasn't asking them to hurry up because I double booked. You started 30 minutes late! That's your own damn fault!

And I don't care that he was pissed. He's probably not used to people calling him out because he's an orthodontist - but so what?  My time is just as valuable as yours.

And not that I don't respect the profession but you're not a god - you're just a guy with a job.

So I'm not sure how that's gonna work out for me. Generally, I try not to piss people off while they’re providing a service to me. And by asserting myself, I’ve obviously become a bitch sooo either they’ll get me in and out from now on or they’ll make me wait even longer. 

Good thing I only have a few months left!

Family, Fun and Food

I finally made it back to the gym today. After 7 days off. Seven days! Man, it went so fast - how did I miss an entire week? 

I guess it's not too shocking considering I'm not that committed to working out in the first place...that's the difference between fit girls and girls that aren't.  Everybody has the capability to be fit, but not everyone has the dedication to be.

But with my natural and deep-rooted inclination to live my entire life in sloth-life laziness, I'll take the little measly gym time I do put in and be proud of it. This is a battle, people.

I lived up to my full sloth potential this weekend. I did nothing but sit around and eat!  We spent the weekend at Lake Tenkiller with the fam-bam. The entire crew - Grandma, uncles, aunt, and cousins. And there was nothing but a lot of noise and a lot of eating. There was food everywhere. It was totally ridiculous. Every time I turned around someone was pulling something else out to eat. And maybe for a person with even just a sliver of self-control this would have been okay...but for me that concept just doesn't even exist.

But I'm not complaining. I had an amazing time- it was super fun.  And I can't think of a better way to spend my birthday than to hang out with my favorite people.

I got to kick off celebrations early with a painting class.  I've never done one of those before, mainly for lack of artistic talent. This class reinforced that painting is definitely not my calling. When I showed my husband the finished picture he asked me, in seriousness, if the girl was holding a bra. And just in case you can't tell, she is not.

One of the reasons I enjoy my family so much is because we laugh. A lot. I'm sure we're not that funny to other people, but we crack ourselves up. And I love that our time together is spent laughing and playing - it's really all about having as much fun as we can.

My Mom's sense of humor is evident in the cake she bought me. She didn't buy this cake because I'm some princessy, fru-fru, girlie girl. She didn't buy this cake because it's my favorite color.  She didn't even buy this cake because she thought it looked good.  

 

She bought it to match my braces - because she said they both look like they would belong to a 13 year old.

And it was perfect. Really kinda ugly, but still perfect.





I get my shortness from my Mom but I also get her youthful appearance. Fair trade.

I went for a walk with M and my nephew. While we were out I asked him to snap the picture below. The point of the picture was to get us by the sign - to get the name of the place in the picture. I guess I didn't really make that clear though, because this is what I got...

 

So 20 years from now, I'll look at this picture and say "Oh yeah! That was the year we stayed at And Feather Resort!"

Another thing we might question in 20 years is the husband's tacky, yet funny, softball shirt. And yes, that really was the name of their team.  I secretly thought it would be funny to get the girls team shirts with his number on back that said "My Daddy Hit It".  Of course, I try to keep my tacky sense of humor on the down-low so I didn't.  But I did kinda want to.

And I'm really, really glad my grandma has not clue what "hit that" means.

Photography by M2, not too bad for a 3 year old!

And I think we can all agree that I should never, ever be on a stripper pole.

 

And I'm ready to start looking like a thirtysomething again. Well, more just ready to have these braces off. I've got some ugly messy rubber band things going on. It's ridiculous. I can barely open my mouth with all these things in.

I have bands going from the inside of my teeth to the outside. And the little brackets rubbing my tongue raw is awesome. But at least it's not noticeable - unlike the giant hooks across my two front teeth.

And I have bands going from the back, across the sides, to the top.

So guess what?  I end up taking them out. Or never putting them in. I have an orthodontist appointment tomorrow and I know there isn't going to be any good movement because I haven't done what I'm suppose to do. Which is so disappointing because I want them off. But seriously, how can I function like that at work?

At this point, I'm just hoping he doesn't add anymore. And I'm wearing bands right this minute, because you know...having them in for a few hours will make all the difference!

Goodbye 36

Today is the last day I'll spend as a 36 year old.

I don't know why, but there seems to be such a huge difference between 36 and 37. And yes, I know there's only one year difference. I'm bad at math but not that bad.  Just symbolically - like when I say "I'm 37" it just seems sounds...old.

I guess because I'm creeping closer to 40. And that's just weird.  Not the actual aging part - I'm okay with that - that's never been a big deal to me.  What makes it weird is that at my age, my mother had already become a grandmother.

And that's weird.

The thought of me having a child old enough to be married and have a child? I can't even wrap my mind around it.  And the thought that it's likely that would have been my life, if the17 year old me would have had her say, is just crazy.

So I'm celebrating more than just another year - I'm celebrating where I am at this moment and in this place in my life. I'm celebrating the disappointments, the joys, the near-misses, the silliness, the laughter, the friendships, the mistakes, the opportunities, the experiences and the love.

And of course, I will also be celebrating the fact that I plan to indulge in a ridiculous amount of cake.

But really, I can say it's been a great 36 years and I'm so lucky to have landed where I did!

Another One Bites The Dust

I fell off a curb.

Well, “fell” doesn’t really describe it. I catapulted off of it.

I had some errands to run today so I skipped out on the lunchtime workout. That was mistake #1.  While I was out I ran into the store for a Diet Dr. Pepper. That was mistake #2.  So I’m walking out to my car, talking on the phone (mistake #3) when all the sudden I don’t know what’s happening but I am flying through the air.  I didn’t trip or step into anything slick. It was like I had been blindsided by a linebacker – all the sudden I’m just going down.

I have no idea what’s happening.  My phone went flying towards the car, my keys went the other direction. And I yell “Oh my God!”

And as ridiculous as it is, I’m falling and all I can think is “I’m gonna be pissed if I break my shoe!”

Finally, I land.  I’m all sprawled out in the parking lot, looking crazy. I sit up and realize I’m missing a shoe. Then I know immediately what happened – I must have broken a heel.  But I look over; see my shoe and it’s intact. They both are.

Then, in lightning speed I hop up and try to scramble to my car so I can run away as fast as I can because I am mortified.  But it’s too late. This guy comes over, looking worried and amused at the same time, to check on me.

And that just makes it 10 times worse. Like, NO! Can you just pretend you didn’t see any of that?

I was in my car, putting it in reverse as I said “I’m fine, thanks.” and got the hell out of there.

The only thing more bruised than my ego is my knee. Which took the brunt of the fall when I made contact with the cement. It's already swollen but doesn't hurt too bad. Only when I bend, walk or put any kind of weight on it.

 

And the only thing worse than banging up my knee is that I don’t even have a cool story to go with it.  Hey, what happened to your knee?  Oh, I don’t know…I just forgot how to walk for a minute.

Party Of Five

We've taken my SIL in. And I'm not sure how long this living arrangement will last but I can tell you that it's going to be one of the biggest challenges I have ever encountered.

I'm not particularly fond of my husband's family.  They think I'm some uppity, snobby, arrogant city girl that thinks she's better than them and they believe I don't like them because they're poor country folks.

And I might be some of those things but that has nothing to do with why I don't like them. They are manipulative, racist people who abuse the welfare system, thrive on drama and have no sense of hygiene.

And none of that has anything to do with money. You could be a bazillionaire and I still wouldn't like ya.

His sister is probably the least offensive of the entire clan. Except the hygiene part. It's so rough - we're talking a lifetime of not brushing teeth or regular bathing. And my husband has addressed it but it really hasn't helped. Which I totally don't care if that's the way she wants to live - except that she's in my house!  I can't hardly talk to her without choking because the smell is just so overpowering.

Since my husband usually works weekends, I carted her around all day Saturday.  That was my first time in such a confined, enclosed space. With no air flow. At the first stop I sent him a text "I'm sorry but your sister CANNOT go with us next weekend." 

And that was a big deal because in our relationship, I'm not the demanding one. I don't usually make definitive declarations - I'm all, can we talk about this, or what do you think about that. I don't just lay down rules or say what is or what is not happening. But there is NO way I could be trapped in a car for 3 hours with her. No way.

So not only am I dealing with things like driving and watching her chew on her fingernails and then spit them out in my car but I'm also dealing with the fact that I have no privacy.

And that I'm super difficult.

Yeah, in case you haven't noticed, I'm picky, controlling, demanding, selfish and territorial. Just a generally difficult person. These personality traits do not make for a very gracious hostess. Which is why it goes all over me when I see his sister has gotten our mail, taken my clothes out of the dryer or moved my stuff around.  It even bugged me that she did dishes. 

Part of that is I've seen her do dishes,  so I know they weren't really clean.  Then I had to find a way to stick them in the dishwasher to rewash them without hurting her feelings. But mostly, I just don't want her to touch my stuff or mess with anything. I literally ran in the kitchen this morning and pushed her out of the way when I heard her doing dishes again so that I could do it instead. This is my house, I'll take care of  my own freaking dishes!

See, I have issues.

So this is gonna be a very trying experience and I'm just hoping I can survive. That my husband can survive. And that his sister leaves soon!

Happy Friday

I got a message from someone that told me that my thighs didn’t actually look like thunder thighs in the picture I posted the other day. And you know I just couldn’t go without acknowledging that.  First, thank you. I totally appreciate the lies.  Second, if they didn’t, let me apologize. I didn’t mean to intentionally mislead anyone with that photo.  I’ve just mastered the art of staging my body in such a way to downplay my flaws.  It’s a skill I’ve spent years perfecting.

Just know, if I’m gonna lie, it will always be in my favor. So trust me, when I say I have big thighs it’s because I have big thighs. And apparently really freckly legs.  Like you could spend a day playing connect the dots…print out a picture and try it, it would fun. 

You know, I don’t ever remember having dotted legs, but this age thing…it does mean things to the body.

You know what else is mean? The fact that I'm working on this beautiful Friday. Seriously want to skip out and just go enjoy the day.  Unfortunately, my sense of responsibility is stronger than my love for fun.

This time anyway.