So we were running pretty low on TP on Christmas Eve (Friday), but we were so busy getting ready that we never got around to going to the store to restock. Then Christmas came (Saturday) and we spent the majority of the day at Jordan's parent's house and his grandparent's house, so there was no chance of buying some then. Then came Sunday. Completely out of TP, the roll was scraped clean. We had to go for the back up paper towel method (shudder).
Then at church while we were leaving to go home, Jordan went into the bathroom to give his hands their routine post-nursery scrub down. When he came out and starting walking toward the exit, he quiety said to me:
"I got us some TP".
"What?? From the bathroom?"
"yeah."
"You stole a roll?"
"No, just lots."
Jordan had filled his pockets with long strands of TP from church. It saved us yesterday. Judge all you want, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And having said that, I am now off to buy TP so this never has to happen again!
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
"...and these shoes are just her siiiize..."
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tulsa Christmas
Welcome to our Christmas apartment!
Our kitchen:
Our Dining Room:
Our single bathroom decoration: (Thanks, Charity!)
"You'll shoot your eye out, kid."
Our tree is very random, just the way I like it. I've never been a fan of themed, matchy matchy tree ornaments. I find them impersonal and they remind me of department stores. I prefer mine to have Elvis decorations, an ugly bear ornament from 20+ years ago, homemade popsicle stick ornaments from my nephew, etc.
It's really weird not to be in Washington for Christmas this year. I miss Seattle at Christmas time. Tulsa does not seem to try to decorate much. :(
Our kitchen:
Our Dining Room:
Our single bathroom decoration: (Thanks, Charity!)
"You'll shoot your eye out, kid."
And now our living room:
Like the totally visible scotch tape? Nice touch
Our bookshelf:
Our bookshelf:
Our wall shelves
Our baby tree (and out loot!)
Our tree is very random, just the way I like it. I've never been a fan of themed, matchy matchy tree ornaments. I find them impersonal and they remind me of department stores. I prefer mine to have Elvis decorations, an ugly bear ornament from 20+ years ago, homemade popsicle stick ornaments from my nephew, etc.Santa must be a Sooner fan! (Thanks, Alice)
It's really weird not to be in Washington for Christmas this year. I miss Seattle at Christmas time. Tulsa does not seem to try to decorate much. :(
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Ugh.
I don't have one ounce of care about the following things:
Justin Bieber
Any of the "Real Desperate Housewives" of any city
The new movie TRON
Kate Whats-her-face, the future princess (does America realize that she is not going to be our princess?? I'm not so sure)
Justin Bieber
Any of the "Real Desperate Housewives" of any city
The new movie TRON
Kate Whats-her-face, the future princess (does America realize that she is not going to be our princess?? I'm not so sure)
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Woohoo!!
Though the weather outside is frightful...
The Jo's are feeling sooooOOOOooOOOooOOOoo delightful
(I'm a dork)
because....
WE BOOKED A CRUISE!!!!
We wanted to go on vacation sometime this spring, and I really wanted to go to New Orleans, so we found a 7 night cruise leaving out of New Orleans in May! Perfecto.
It leaves from N'Awlins:
Then goes to Costa Maya, Mexico:
Then to Roatan, Honduras:
Then to Belize City, Belize:
Then hits up Cozumel, Mexico on the way back:
Sigh, I can feel the warm water already. Jordan and I will be celebrating our second anniversary/hooray for being done with Jordan's first year of PA school. We can't wait!!
So...wanna come?
The Jo's are feeling sooooOOOOooOOOooOOOoo delightful
(I'm a dork)
because....
WE BOOKED A CRUISE!!!!
We wanted to go on vacation sometime this spring, and I really wanted to go to New Orleans, so we found a 7 night cruise leaving out of New Orleans in May! Perfecto.
It leaves from N'Awlins:
Then goes to Costa Maya, Mexico:
Then to Roatan, Honduras:
Then to Belize City, Belize:
Then hits up Cozumel, Mexico on the way back:
Sigh, I can feel the warm water already. Jordan and I will be celebrating our second anniversary/hooray for being done with Jordan's first year of PA school. We can't wait!!So...wanna come?
Monday, December 13, 2010
27 years young
Happy Birthday to my very own….
Back scratcher
Masseuse
Food Critic
Hair Stylist (true story, Jordan dyed my hair this most recent color.)
Super Model
Comedian
(Future) Sugar Daddy
Travel Partner
Musician
Teddy Bear
Hero
High-things reach/Giant
Chauffeur
Hamster
Body Guard
Magician???
Human blanket
Jock
Scholarship provider
Alarm Clock
Future Baby Daddy (VERY future- not announcing anything!)
and Best Friend
Thanks for being everything to me :)
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Thank you for saying "yes", Pam
As I sit in my apartment in Oklahoma typing and internet surfing (or surfing the net, as the kids say), Jordan is sprawled out on the couch sleeping. He looks so cute, like a baby in a man's body....only not strange and creepy.
Looking at my sleeping beauty has made me think back to the spring of 2006. I remember there was a YSA dance that I wanted to go to, but I had a date that night with a guy. I remember thinking, Oh well, the dance would have been lame anyway. Well, that date was sort of lame. I forget what we did. Probably ate dinner and awkwardly talked about what I "like to do for fun" and what music I like to listen to (my two most loathed questions in the world). Anywho, the date ended at about 10:30. I called my friend Pam to tell her about it and just to talk. I mentioned to her that there was a YSA dance tonight that we missed that ended at 12:00 (or something. I don't remember the exact times so don't call the fact police. I just remember it was gonna end in like an hour, oook). I talked about how I would have rather have gone to the dance that night instead of my date. Pam said she had her pajamas on already. I figured at that point she would not be interested in getting all dolled up and going to a dance for the last 45 minutes of it but I asked anyway. It was more one of those "y'wanna" questions rather than a plea. Instead of saying she was too tired or feeling frumpy, she just said "Yeah!" and headed straight to my house. She was wearing sweats but she still looked cute. I was wearing my Napoleon Dynamite shirt that I thought was really cool at the time but now I look and think really?! Anyway....
When we got to the dance, we. had. a. BLAST! There were tons of people back from school and a bunch of sales guys there for the summer. On the last slow song, a charming stranger asked me to dance who introduced himself and said he was a salesman from OKLAHOMA. I immediately started cracking lame jokes that I thought were clever about him having to drive a cow there or something. For the record, he was making them as well. I remember thinking Oklahoma seemed as though he was talking about another country. I knew it was somewhere in the middle, but that was it. When he mentioned he was from Tulsa, I explained I had never heard of that city in my life and sarcastically mentioned that it sounded happenin'. (Oh, Karma, you cruel devil). Despite my stupid jokes I must have been somewhat charming because at the end of the dance he asked for my number and we started dating.
A few months later he introduced me to his best friend/roommate Jordan.
And then two years later I fell in love with said best friend/roommate.
And then two years later I sat in my apartment in Tulsa and typed about how I met my first Okie four years ago while my man-baby slept on our couch that we bought together as husband and wife.
So Pam, thank you for saying you would go to the dance with me. Little did either of us know it would cause a chain of events that would lead to me living in that mysterious land of Oklahoma (which is just north of Texas, by the way. I figured that out!) and married to my sweetheart.
Looking at my sleeping beauty has made me think back to the spring of 2006. I remember there was a YSA dance that I wanted to go to, but I had a date that night with a guy. I remember thinking, Oh well, the dance would have been lame anyway. Well, that date was sort of lame. I forget what we did. Probably ate dinner and awkwardly talked about what I "like to do for fun" and what music I like to listen to (my two most loathed questions in the world). Anywho, the date ended at about 10:30. I called my friend Pam to tell her about it and just to talk. I mentioned to her that there was a YSA dance tonight that we missed that ended at 12:00 (or something. I don't remember the exact times so don't call the fact police. I just remember it was gonna end in like an hour, oook). I talked about how I would have rather have gone to the dance that night instead of my date. Pam said she had her pajamas on already. I figured at that point she would not be interested in getting all dolled up and going to a dance for the last 45 minutes of it but I asked anyway. It was more one of those "y'wanna" questions rather than a plea. Instead of saying she was too tired or feeling frumpy, she just said "Yeah!" and headed straight to my house. She was wearing sweats but she still looked cute. I was wearing my Napoleon Dynamite shirt that I thought was really cool at the time but now I look and think really?! Anyway....
When we got to the dance, we. had. a. BLAST! There were tons of people back from school and a bunch of sales guys there for the summer. On the last slow song, a charming stranger asked me to dance who introduced himself and said he was a salesman from OKLAHOMA. I immediately started cracking lame jokes that I thought were clever about him having to drive a cow there or something. For the record, he was making them as well. I remember thinking Oklahoma seemed as though he was talking about another country. I knew it was somewhere in the middle, but that was it. When he mentioned he was from Tulsa, I explained I had never heard of that city in my life and sarcastically mentioned that it sounded happenin'. (Oh, Karma, you cruel devil). Despite my stupid jokes I must have been somewhat charming because at the end of the dance he asked for my number and we started dating.
A few months later he introduced me to his best friend/roommate Jordan.
And then two years later I fell in love with said best friend/roommate.
And then two years later I sat in my apartment in Tulsa and typed about how I met my first Okie four years ago while my man-baby slept on our couch that we bought together as husband and wife.
So Pam, thank you for saying you would go to the dance with me. Little did either of us know it would cause a chain of events that would lead to me living in that mysterious land of Oklahoma (which is just north of Texas, by the way. I figured that out!) and married to my sweetheart.
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