Monday, December 27, 2010
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?"
"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!
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Our Dining Room:
Our single bathroom decoration: (Thanks, Charity!)
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
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
The Jo's are feeling sooooOOOOooOOOooOOOoo delightful
(I'm a dork)
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!!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Happy Birthday to my very own….
Hair Stylist (true story, Jordan dyed my hair this most recent color.)
(Future) Sugar Daddy
Future Baby Daddy (VERY future- not announcing anything!)
and Best Friend
Thanks for being everything to me :)
Sunday, December 12, 2010
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.