Lots O' Cookies

Every year I host a cookie swap for my Bible study group. This year did not disappoint!! We had delicioso cookies out the wazoo.

I hope you can tell what kinds are in the picture. I tried to label them. Maybe it will enlarge if you click on it???

Can you guess what I made???

Blog Humbug

Thanks LBK....J for pointing out that I am way behind in my blogging.

My life is just not that interesting lately. I am busy, but none of it is worthy of a sentence or two.

And when I am not working (which I feel like is never) I am so blooming tired that I choose to take a nap instead of write.

Napping is very important to me.

So here is what I am thinking about today:

• I got a new (additional) job. I am working at the Chick-fil-A. Don't laugh. I am not making milkshakes or frying chicken. I am working in the office (and I use that term loosely, as it is a walled-in square of a space in the back of the freezing cold kitchen). The owner of the Chick is a friend of ours from church and he asked me to help him with his HR stuff and employee training. It's been a lot of fun... I enjoy the different people that work there...always some kind of drama going on. I am hoping that the additional income will help out the Chappell family get through the economic depression. (We're okay, Mom. Don't worry.) Oh, and I have a name tag! It says "Special Operations." Very important. My dad is so proud.
• I still work at the church, too. Lots of work for me...
• I am wearing my Christmas Date Party shirt from 2000 today. I guess that makes me that girl who wears sorority shirts LONG after graduation. I can't seem to part with the long-sleeved ones. Not that I really need a long-sleeved shirt as it is 78 degrees and sunny here today... Anyway, it made me think about the Christmas Date Party and how I think I took the same date every year. And then that made me think about how much fun Christmas was (and everything else for that matter) when I was in college. And now I am depressed that I am old. And still wearing sorority shirts. And none of the guys at Chick-fil-A even feel the need to flirt with me because I am so old. Not that I want them to flirt with me, but you get it...
• My "special needs" bread has fallen victim to price gouging. It used to be $6.49 a loaf. I thought that was preposterous, but hey, girl needs a sandwich. Yesterday when I went to the health food store it was $6.99. I need to learn how to make that stuff myself.
• Back to being old...my skin is changing. Is this normal??? I am getting drier and drier and even copious amounts of lotion will not help. Can anyone tell me what to do? And my legs just don't look nice and shiny like they used to. Old. Dry.
• I don't really care about the new coach they picked for Auburn. Should I be concerned?? My thought is this... I support Auburn, the school, the town, the institution. It is not all about football to me. I would still cheer for my team if they hired Steve Spurrier, and I pretty much hate him. And making a big fuss about it is not going to do anything. So hooray for Coach Chizik. I hope he will feel welcomed soon.
• Last night in Wal-Mart Justin decided to get some macaroni & cheese from the deli. He had to wait in line forever. When he got home he was all in a tizzy about the fat woman in front of him buying out the chicken. He said he wanted to yell at her about her fatness and take away the fried chicken. It was so funny to me, because Justin used to be a fatty.

That's all I got.

Maybe I will be in a better mood next time.

I should post some pictures about the cookie swap. Cookies always make me feel better.

Fatty Fatty Two by Four

Just in case you are wondering why I am muffin-topping over all my pants...

I was in charge of desserts for Thanksgiving.

I baked and baked for hours.

And I am asking for an apple corer/slicer for Christmas.

There is no more.

We finally ate the last of it yesterday.

My sinuses are glad. They need a break.

P.S. The guy wearing a large wooden cross around his neck in the cake picture is not Justin. It is his brother. Just in case you were worrying...

Think We Ate Enough Turkey??

Tryptophan (sp?) is the bomb.

Think this should be our Christmas card picture??

Official Recommendation

Oh my soul, I haven't blogged in days and days.

I have been very busy.

Reading about vampires.

I have a major crush on Edward Cullen.

Here is what he looks like:

Hey Boy.

Now you can have a crush on him too.

Of course his real name is Robert something, but to me he is just Edward.

I'm sure I've lost you by now.

Let me explain...

I've been obsessively reading the "Twilight" series.

They are a collection of four very long books about vampires.

Written for an audience of teenage girls.

And I love them.

And that is why I haven't been blogging.

Or doing laundry.

Or acknowledging that I have a husband, a job or any other responsibilities.

Just reading.

But now I am finished.

And I'm sad.

No more vampire books.

BUT!

The movie is coming out on Friday night, and you better believe I will be there with all the middle school girls.

Maybe I should get some Sperry deck shoes so I will fit in...

So RUN, don't walk, to Barnes & Noble and pick them up immediately.

Don't wait for Amazon to ship them to you.

You can thank me later.

Quirky

I have been marinating on this post for several days.

And by marinating, I mean doing hard-core, extensive research and thinking deeply.

Kristen and Michelle both tagged me to write something about myself…quirks/random facts.

My first thought of course was that I don’t have any quirks, for I exemplify perfection in its most complete form.

Then I asked the BF Lucy what she thought.

One incredulous look and a whole sticky note later, I give you these random facts:

1. I am extremely organized. I make lists. I cross things off. I write things down that I have already done just to cross them off. I use white-out or totally re-write something if I make a mistake or if it looks messy. Here are some sub-points to illustrate the degree of my obsessiveness.
a. Paper clips. Apparently I have a thing for paper clips. I use them when securing my check to my deposit slip… can’t have those two getting separated in the tube at the bank. I use them to tell me which week I am on in my planner. I use them to clamp stamps to envelopes before adhering them. There are no free papers floating around in my life. They are all clipped to something.
b. Checkbook. My checkbook is neat. Really neat. On the first line I will write (in all caps) to where the charge is (i.e. SEW UNIQUE). On the second line I will write (in all lowercase) for what the charge is (i.e. lucy’s birthday). I check my account online every day, and I have an Excel spreadsheet that I use to keep our budget. I am very precise.
c. Closet. Every hanger is white plastic. If Justin steals one of my hangers, I know about it. And I steal it back. And if I loan a piece of clothing to someone I usually use one of Justin’s hangers just in case they don’t give me back the item on its original hanger. That drives me nuts. I also have all my stuff hanging in categories… from strapless to sweaters in degree of sleeve. Shorts to pants in degree of leg.

2. I have a thing about light switches. If a switch is up that means that there is a light on somewhere. If it is down the light is off. We have several lights in our house that have two switches. I spend time daily making sure that the switches are in the correct position. There is one circuit that is messed up so I had to hide that switch with a plant because it bugged me so.

3. I have a get-to-sleep bedtime routine. I get in bed, pull up the covers to my chin and lay on my left side for five minutes. Then I roll over onto my right side, readjust my pillow and pull the covers into a little pocket over my left hand (next to my face). I then stretch my legs straight out as far as they will go and bring them in one by one until each knee pops (I have joint issues). If a knee doesn’t pop I have to stretch out that leg over again until it does. Then I can go to sleep. But not before…

4. I must have poufy hair no matter what. This should come as no surprise. My hair must have volume at all times. You better bet that even the day I had my sinus surgery and was looking/feeling like total crap, the hair was teased. I know this is sick and vain.

5. I have these “piles.” You would think that with the extreme organization in my life that my house would be spotless. But no. Justin says I pick and choose what to be OCD about, and the cleanliness of mi casa is not top of that list. I am neat. But I am not clean. I have designated areas (Justin-approved) that I can let my stuff pile up. One is beside my bed. Right now there are 2 pairs of pajama pants, a sweatshirt, a couple t-shirts, the jeans I wore last night and 3 pairs of shoes in my pile. The pile gets cleared away every Thursday when I do laundry.

6. My dreams rock. I am not kidding. I have the best dreams (well, most of them). I dream every night and can usually remember every detail of the dreams if I talk about them first thing in the morning. They are very vivid and crazy. I always dream about the past… usually high school/some college. And I have two recurring dreams. One is that my teeth fall out and the other is that I can’t remember the combination to a dial lock. I’ve looked them up and they both talk about my need to be in control. Me? Control? Surely not…

After reading this list you have probably decided that I should see a counselor about my issues.

I am contemplating this myself… especially after actually writing out the bedtime routine.

Please still be my friend and visit my blog.

I promise my next post will not be so psychotic.

And want to hear about all of your quirks.

Especially Robin's!

If You Leave Your Kid With Us Overnight...

He might have a new hairdo upon your return.

We kept Ethan last week from Wednesday to Saturday.

That is three nights of babysitting fun.

We have been to the park, Chick-fil-A, a homecoming football game and a car show.

He loves me.

Really, he does.