Encounters Of The Weird Kind

So this past weekend marked the end of rifle season.  Hubby's been bow hunting on our new property several times but needed a little more room to use the gun.  The place we bought for his mom has 15 acres and it's really isolated so it's perfect for rifle hunting.  So he took the weekend to get away and play with his gun.

My mom had some Christmas things planned with the kids, so I found myself running solo.  I took it as an opportunity to get some girl time in. I met up with some old friends at this little dive place I used to frequent. It's one of those places that you probably wouldn't pick - I mean, deep down I'm probably really glad it's dark in there. And it was really dark:

This is what happens when you sneak a selfie in the dark

But they have cheap beer, play great music and has an old country vibe to it.  I guess I have bad taste in places but I like old country bars. So don't ever ask me to pick the place because you will end up in a dive with Waylon Jennings playing in the background.

So I used to go to this place with my old roommate. Besides the music, it was a favorite because it was low-key and you didn't have to worry about guys hitting on you. Not that I really had to worry about that ever but it was just very laid back.  Now, looking back, I am about 90% sure that all the guys left us alone because they thought we were a lesbian couple. She was a military veteran, very assertive and very masculine. And I...well, I looked like this (complete with cartilage piercing):

I'm not sure why I thought it was attractive to look like a man...

So I had a few beers, caught up with some friends and enjoyed the tunes.  I did not, however, dance. Not that I didn't want to...because it's been years. Literally, I think this was the last time and I had to two-step with someone's grandpa:

Saturday I was at the mall. I'm standing in line with my sister when all the sudden a guy a few people in front of me turns around and says 'Hey! I know you!' and it was an old friend from mid-high. Talk about blast from the past. It been years since I've seen him. But it was nice to do the little catch up thing.

It was also kinda embarrassing for a few reasons - one, I think I must have been talking loud enough for him to hear me (and recognize my voice) and two, I had just said something super catty about someone. Don't you hate it when people catch you in your worst moments?  Or I guess it should really be don't you hate it when you have bad moments? Because if I didn't have them I wouldn't have to be embarrassed about people catching me in them...

So this weekend was the first time I've stayed in the trailer alone. Friday I was out so late and just crashed when I got home so I didn't even think about it. But Saturday was kinda weird.  I don't usually get freaked out but it felt...different. I don't know why because we've always had neighbors but somehow I feel more...exposed?

My mom gets worried every time I'm alone. She's never really lived alone. She got married at 18 and has pretty been married ever since - 22 years to my Dad and then a serious boyfriend immediately after and a husband immediately after that.  It makes her nervous to be alone. I, on the other hand, really kind of like it.

So Saturday around 9:30 I had just gotten home. My phone started ringing and I was sure it was my Mom checking on me but it was a number I didn't recognize. I placed one of our rentals on Craigslist. My hubby usually does all the rental stuff so it's under his name but he was super busy so he asked me to field the calls so I changed the ad to my phone number.  I assumed it was someone calling about the house. I thought it was kinda late but I went ahead and answered it.

This man says "Amber" and  I say yes and then there's a pause so I ask who it is. "Jeremy", like that should mean something. So I ask Jeremy who? Another pause and then "You don't know who this is?" like he's hurt and then click he's gone.

It probably wouldn't be that weird if I had my cell phone number before I met my husband. Or if I could ever remember dating a Jeremy. Jeremy...Jeremy...Jeremy...nope, nothin.

I had just posted something on social media about being alone and the thought crossed my mind that I might have a silent stalker.

But he didn't call again and never broke in so I think I'm good...

Desperately Seeking Talent

We spent some time with some friends and I got to meet someone new - a couple from Nashville that work designing sets. You know like sets for concerts and award ceremonies - they got to do the CMA awards. How cool is that?

I was visiting with them and asking about their adventures and some of the celebrities they've worked with and he said that Taylor Swift was by far his favorite. He was telling me how down to earth and nice she was and then went on to say how she really is musically gifted. Because they are present during rehearsals they get to hear the singers without all the back up support systems and  he shared the a lot of singers aren't really that good but that she had the best voice he has ever heard.

I off offhandedly responded with "I wish I had a talent like that."

He looked at me, paused and said with complete confidence,  "You do. You may not know what it is yet, but you do."

It's bothered me ever since.

Do I have a talent? Am I supposed to have a talent? Wouldn't I know if I did? What if I don't?

So I've been thinking about it.

And I couldn't come up with anything. Nothing. Not one single thing.

I mean, there's a couple of things I'm decent at - I'm pretty good at making up silly rhymes/poems, I can tell a pretty good story and I can turn almost anything into a dirty conversation.

That's it.

And none of those are really talents. I mean, how is being perverted a talent?

So I was washing dishes and thinking about it. Again. I wasn't joking when I said it really bothered me. What am I good at?  So I'm good at dirty talk and can create a semi-interesting story...hum, options are limited.

My hubby has said several times that I should write a book. But a book about what? Just because I can compose a corny little poem doesn't mean I can write.

Then I remembered that I used to do these little cartoons for my 9th grade boyfriend.. I wasn't into cartoons and either was he. Plus I can't draw - they were just these little stick figures. But I had a pretty good story and they were somewhat dirty.

Not really dirty. I mean, I was a good kid and hadn't even kissed a boy. But they hinted around, had some sexual overtones. It was about a princess that was trying to protect her virginity. So definitely some sexual overtones.

But they were pretty interesting and funny. At least I think so...I used to periodically pass them to him going down the hall to class and if too much time went by he would ask for one.  In fact, we reconnected when I was about 20 and he said he had saved them.  So I think they were somewhat decent.

Then it dawned on me - I could write a book, I could totally write a book.  But it would have to be erotica.

Oh.

So back to square one...what am I good at?

Thankful & I Survived

I put a nice little bow on Thanksgiving and packed that baby up.

Second year in a row to host. Second year in a row to nail the meal. And by nail the meal I mean nothing burnt, nothing raw and no obvious evidence of food poisoning.

It's also the second year in a row that I didn't spend part of Thanksgiving in a hotel. So ya, we're living in a dumpy little trailer but trust me people, I consider this a step up.

I wasn't really looking forward to hosting, mainly because we have no space. I mean, 800 square feet (and that may be generous) is not a lot for four people and it sure isn't enough room to add any extra. Especially when those people don't bathe.

Ugh, I can't deal with tight quarters and funk.

One of the nieces has some hellion kids - two of which kept crying. And why is that so annoying?Have you ever noticed that? How annoying a crying kid is when it's not yours? I mean, yeah, it's kinda annoying when it's yours but it's at least tolerable. Other kids cry and I'm like "MAKE IT STOP!"

I had to run a few errands to avoid it all. Oh darn! I'm out of (insert random, completely unnecessary item here) - I've gotta run to the store. No, I don't already have some. Yes, I'm sure. That? No, that's a different kind of X, I need X.  What do you mean, are they different? Of course, they're different! If they weren't different, I wouldn't have to run to the store and get some, would I?

So now I have like three boxes of baking soda, two bottles of kyro syrup and a box of stuff that I'm not even sure how to use.

But for the most part, it was low-key. I made my pies and a couple of the other dishes the night before so got up and put the meat on in the morning and that was about it.  I made a huge meal but I didn't feel like I slaved in the kitchen all day. And I bought disposable everything so I wasn't stuck doing dishes. Not the classiest table setting but of all the people gobbling down food there was only one person that was going to be stuck with dishes and that was me. And I didn't want to do them either. So plastic all the way!

Perhaps the best part was that the inlaws left almost as soon as we ate. Which may be why I was trying to get lunch on the table by 10:30 a.m.

Then on Saturday I got to watch the Sooners dominate once again. I'm telling you, with the exception of the Texas game, I am loving this season! I didn't get to watch the very end of the game though, which sucks. I hate not finishing a game. But we had a long drive and hubby was ready to head out and we didn't know how the roads would be. They were fine, by the way.

I've even managed to stick with the exercising - which is a holiday miracle in itself.  And then this happened:

Yes, my fitbit literally fell apart! Of course, right when I become the active again! I've been sporting the ghetto tape for a few days now but I think I'm gonna have to put it aside until I get a new band. I can only do ghetto so long...

I haven't been able to double up on workouts since I've been away from work and no longer have access to my treadmill. Not that it would matter, I'm eating so much that no amount of exercise could burn off all these calories. But I'm gonna keep doing it and hope that I can get the food intake under control after the holidays. Yeah, after...you really think I'm giving up cheese balls and Oreo pie?

Special shout-out to my buddy CM, who saw my unflattering Before photo from a few posts ago and sent some words of kindness. Because a true gentleman will always lie to make a girl feel better...

Weekend Winning

So what do you do after you've met up with friends for a little adult socializing? You end up where you first began.

At least according to my hubby, because that's exactly what we did.  It took me a minute but as soon as we turned on the street, I knew. The bar where we first met.

I've only been there twice - the night we met and during my scavenger hunt marriage proposal (mad props to the hubby for such an awesome and fun proposal) and that second time I didn't actually even go into the bar.  Talk about a blast from the past.

It was so weird - it was the same and yet so different. Definitely not as big as I remember it - I swear the dance floor was half as small as it was 14 years ago.  But the tables and chairs were the same. I could even pick out the spot where I was sitting when he came up to ask me to dance, to which I promptly shot him down. Dude, I'm hanging out with my girlfriend - leave me alone...but he was persistent and confident and not afraid to go for what he wanted. Three traits that always pay off.

And what about those Sooners? Wow, what a game! I was tense the entire time. I just felt like we had so much riding on this game and TCU is a decent team. And Mayfield...man, I was nervous watching him scramble. I said to my husband "He needs to watch it, he's going to get hurt." and then immediately after he gets a cheap shot hit and is out the rest of the game. Perine, Mixon - the game was full of injuries.  And then at the very end TCU bounced back and I almost thought we were going into overtime. And if we would have, they would have won it. No doubt in my mind, they would have. I don't think I took a breath the entire last play. So intense!

I am just a teeny, tiny bitter because I was thisclose to getting to go to the game. I had my hands on some tickets but the hubby wasn't feeling well and didn't want to be out in the cold. Normally, I would have told him to throw on an extra layer of clothes and suck it up but then I remembered coughing on his pillow...man, karma is a real bitch!

And we are officially in the building process!  They poured the footing for our house - finally!  It took forever to finally nail down a contractor. It's hard because we aren't using a builder. Contractors pretty much ignore you if you aren't a builder. Makes sense, they need to make their builders happy to keep the business rolling in. So some dude calling for a one-time job just doesn't rank. It's taken us over two months. I can tell this process is going to be a lot slower than we anticipated...

Family pictures tomorrow! I spaced and totally didn't get our outfits planned. Yes, I'm that cheesy person that coordinates picture outfits. That usually requires buying a few things but I didn't have time. So we're going with an OU theme. Only because that's something I can easily throw together. I am a Sooner fan, but we're doing this more out of necessity than team spirit.

But who knows, maybe we'll be able to coordinate this to the year we made it to the Big 12 Championship game. Oh wait. We don't do that anymore.  Grrrrrrr.  Okay, so maybe this will be the year we make it to the playoffs. Fingers crossed!

Before

Okay, this is kinda embarrassing but here goes...

No judging.

My 4 a.m. pre-workout "before" selfie:

Tummy courtesy of two kids and a lot of fries.

Be kind, I already know I have work to do.

I'm only posting that so that when I post my "after" you can be adequately impressed.

And yes, you read that right - 4 in the freaking morning!  It's killing me! But I had a great morning workout and feel great. And I've already gotten over 2,000 steps in - and it isn't even 8 yet!

But don't be too impressed - this is my current situation:

Um, yes. That's a giant mug full of...Dr. Pepper.  Come on people, I can't help it!  I need my Dr. Pepper. Does it make it not so bad if I tell you that the other cup is full of water? No? Not even a little?

Well, baby steps, right?

Hangry

I need food.

I am dying.

Sooooooo hungry.

I'm working on my APR and I need something to munch on. Something. Anything.

I'm trying to be good and watch what I eat. Usually for me that's literal - watching whatever I want go into my mouth.  And onto my tummy. My round, lumpy, doughy tummy. *sigh

But it's getting out of hand. It's been out of hand. And I've known that but was just kinda ignoring it.

Plus, I think I have reverse anorexia. Because when I look in the mirror I don't see all the lumps and bumps. I mean, my clothes are literally like two sizes two small for me but I still think I look hot. What is that?  

Then I see a picture. And it's like brakes screeching to a halt - Wait, hold up. I look like this? For real? Damn, that doesn't look anything like what I saw in the mirror...

Bubble busted.

So I'm trying.

I've been exercising like a mad woman. Twice a day.  That part isn't too hard. What's hard is walking, lifting or any kind of  movement at all. I had to lift my hands to wash my hair - killer.  But I don't mind that part - it reminds me that good things are happening. And it kinda makes me feel like a badass.

The food is where my real struggle is.  I just can't eat clean. I can't even eat a little messy. I'm full on french fries, chips, chocolate, bacon, tacos...oh my God, I love food.

But I've been counting my calories and saying no to myself. Ugh, I can't tell you how much I hate that - I'm not used to self-denial. Hence, the position I'm in now...

I know most of it is psychological. I've had a banana, carrots, broccoli, and ham - I am not really hungry.

But dang, I could really use a bag of chips right now...

What About My Boys?

So I cooked a deer!

I don't know why that seems so exciting to me. It isn't really any different than cooking any other meat. Except it's deer and that makes it exciting.

So yeah, I sauteed deer steaks.  They were pretty good, considering I'm not that great in the kitchen. Actually, that's kinda being generous - I'm horrible in the kitchen. And I was really nervous that I was going to screw them up.  I mean, I've messed up plenty of meals but this isn't something I can just go to the store and make again. And M was really excited to eat "her" deer  - I really didn't want to be the one to ruin it.

But they turned out okay. My husband kept asking if I liked the meat.  It's sounds weird but I don't really know. I didn't dislike it. But I need to have it again to really decide. After 39 years of the same meat, I'm introducing something completely new - it's gonna take me a minute to really decide.  It wasn't as "gamey" as I thought it would be so I think I'm a fan.

We got a deep freezer this weekend too. Not so thrilled about that.  We had planned to buy a big one for our new house but the fridge in this place is really small and we needed the extra freezer - especially since hubby thinks he'll be getting more deer this season. So our only option was to buy the smallest one and then maybe upgrade at some point after we move. That seemed like an incredible waste of money and when we were looking there wasn't that much difference in price between the smallest and the next size up. So we got the bigger one.

That meant moving some furniture and stuffing it in the house. Not so crazy about the way it looks. In fact, I kinda hate it. I know it's temporary and it doesn't matter - because I plan to have no one visit me at this place - but it just looks so crummy.  And I did my best to make the place look as good as I could. When I was decorating and putting stuff up my husband kept saying "You can put lipstick on a pig but it's still a pig." and I agree 100% but don't you want the pig to be as pretty as possible? Trust me, as a girl who has never been considered conventionally beautiful I've discovered that effort goes a long way. So does some really good lipstick.

And how bout those Sooners? They looked so good. So dang proud of my team and simultaneously pissed that they waited until after Texas to really break out. I know some have said that OU owes Texas, because that loss was the catalyst to propel them to play better but I'm thinking no. And to the OU fan that said that to me - I'm pulling your fan card.

That loss did nothing but hurt (really hurt) our chances for a national title, which is unlikely at this point. Analyst are projecting we have a 44% chance of making the playoffs but the Big 12 doesn't get a lot of love anyway and to have a loss too - it's double strike. And a loss to a team that's having a...4-6 not so great season.  We'll see but I'm not holding my breath.

At least for that. I am holding my breath that I get to go to the next game. I haven't been to a game all season. I hope that sounded as pouty and sulky as I intended it to...because I really want to go.*whiny, pitiful voice

Really though, as long as they play well next weekend (beat the ugly frogs!) I will enjoy the game from anywhere.

BOOMER SOONER!