Life is a delicate balance between good and bad.
"I've got good news.. and I've got bad news.."
"Good versus evil."
"The angel on one shoulder.. the devil on the other."
you get the picture
February brings a new, exciting month that's one step closer to Spring...
it also brings a ratings period chockful of series stories, long hours for both Brian and I, and.. well.. we are still in winter. Boo.
GOOD: Finally making headway on my scrapbook.. that I finally returned to after my wine-accident-sabbatical
BAD: Not having time for aforementioned scrapbook due to three early mornings for story shoots/speaking engagements this week
GOOD: The Olympics! So exciting!
BAD: ABC not having the Olympics. DOH! AND Brian working non-stop this month and unable to watch Opening Ceremonies with our Olympic duo, Scott and Megan.. boooo.....
GOOD: Lots of great stories to share, and lots of great causes to support.
BAD: Not enough time to compile and research previously mentioned stories.. and attend causes.. just a few more hours a day, please??
GOOD: I've decided I'm giving up pop for Lent
BAD: I've decided I'm giving up pop for Lent
GOOD: Birthdays, birthdays, BIRTHDAYS!!! Including.. MINE!!! Note: I love my birthday :) And NO, this is not a milestone birthday for me... but it'll be a damn good one!
BAD: What should I do?!?! I can't decide!!!
ok.. I'm done bitching and complaining--bottom line, I am a really lucky girl about to begin a new, fantastic month. Wheeee! :)
One final note: a BIG congratulations to Miss Nebraska--Brittany Jeffers. She finished in the Top 10 at Miss America last night! Nebraska hasn't had a Top 10 finisher in 27 years!! I don't know Brittany well, but she has made her state very proud! Way to go!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Regret, Shiraz, and Clorox
How's that for a title?
Let's go one by one.. starting from the last and moving backward..
CLOROX
I started Friday morning at around 11 a.m. in our master bathroom. I scrubbed/washed/sponged/sprayed ALMOST EVERY SPOT of our house. Laundry, check. Scrubbing the showers, check. Dusting, check. I was on a mission to remove every speck of sick/cold/sniffles/smell that lingered in our house from both of our week-long illnesses. I almost don't recognize our house right now.. and I know it won't stay this way for long.. but I can safely say now, "THIS HOUSE IS CLEAN!!"
SHIRAZ
It's no secret--I enjoy a nice glass of wine on the weekends or at the end of a really long day. After my Clorox Expedition on Friday, Saturday night I settled on to my scrapbook cushion.. turned on Ice Skating Finals.. and laid out my scrapbooking materials in front of me. For anyone who doesn't know me.. and anyone who hasn't scrapbooked... this is a tedious, creativity-draining, drawn-out hobby for me. It takes me awhile to figure out how I want each pair of pages to look.. then to figure out how to create that.. then to get it to look just how I see it in my head.. etc. So 3 hours and 4 pages in.. I reached above my head to get the little box holding all of my wedding shower stuff to start pages 5 and 6.... except I didn't CATCH the little box...
I could see it in slow motion... sliding out of my hands.. falling onto the edge of my wine glass.. and the deep red wine inside the glass go splattering all over my carpet, my decals, and my 4 completed pages (my 3 hours worth of work). I stood up... and walked away. If I had stayed in that room and tried to fix it/start over right then.. I might have screamed/cried/destroyed the little shower box/all of the above.
SOOOOO yeah... I'm gonna have to redo those pages.. and I have a HUGE wine splatter stain all over the carpet in that room. The good news--I'm basically just copying what I already did so it won't take as long.. and we're getting new carpet in the spring so I don't really give a damn about the stain... I'll just keep it covered up so I'm not reminded about my booboo.
SIDE NOTE: After I gave up and decided to read my current book ("Twilight 4: Eclipse").. I almost dropped my wine glass and ended up sloshing a few drops on my bathroom floor and the hallway carpet. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Was this God's way of telling me--"hey! you lost a few pounds while you were sick.. don't pack it back on with wine!!" UGH.... silly, clutzy girl...
REGRET
Church. Why don't I go? I haven't gone consistently since before Brian and I got married... and I miss it. I miss the hour of peace.. the singing.. the time for self-evaluation and reflection. We planned to go on Christmas Eve and then got blasted with a snowstorm and took 45 minutes to just get home from the station that night... Now..truly, the only reason I don't go: I'M A LAZY ASS. I plan to go Saturday night.. but that would mean I'd have to get out of sweat pants and shower. Then I plan to go Sunday morning.. but that would mean getting off the couch and putting down my coffee cup and crossword.
THOSE ARE REALLY STUPID REASONS FOR NOT GOING TO CHURCH.
I'm ashamed of myself... embarassed.. and I vow to go next week. Readers, hold me to that.
Let's go one by one.. starting from the last and moving backward..
CLOROX
I started Friday morning at around 11 a.m. in our master bathroom. I scrubbed/washed/sponged/sprayed ALMOST EVERY SPOT of our house. Laundry, check. Scrubbing the showers, check. Dusting, check. I was on a mission to remove every speck of sick/cold/sniffles/smell that lingered in our house from both of our week-long illnesses. I almost don't recognize our house right now.. and I know it won't stay this way for long.. but I can safely say now, "THIS HOUSE IS CLEAN!!"
SHIRAZ
It's no secret--I enjoy a nice glass of wine on the weekends or at the end of a really long day. After my Clorox Expedition on Friday, Saturday night I settled on to my scrapbook cushion.. turned on Ice Skating Finals.. and laid out my scrapbooking materials in front of me. For anyone who doesn't know me.. and anyone who hasn't scrapbooked... this is a tedious, creativity-draining, drawn-out hobby for me. It takes me awhile to figure out how I want each pair of pages to look.. then to figure out how to create that.. then to get it to look just how I see it in my head.. etc. So 3 hours and 4 pages in.. I reached above my head to get the little box holding all of my wedding shower stuff to start pages 5 and 6.... except I didn't CATCH the little box...
I could see it in slow motion... sliding out of my hands.. falling onto the edge of my wine glass.. and the deep red wine inside the glass go splattering all over my carpet, my decals, and my 4 completed pages (my 3 hours worth of work). I stood up... and walked away. If I had stayed in that room and tried to fix it/start over right then.. I might have screamed/cried/destroyed the little shower box/all of the above.
SOOOOO yeah... I'm gonna have to redo those pages.. and I have a HUGE wine splatter stain all over the carpet in that room. The good news--I'm basically just copying what I already did so it won't take as long.. and we're getting new carpet in the spring so I don't really give a damn about the stain... I'll just keep it covered up so I'm not reminded about my booboo.
SIDE NOTE: After I gave up and decided to read my current book ("Twilight 4: Eclipse").. I almost dropped my wine glass and ended up sloshing a few drops on my bathroom floor and the hallway carpet. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Was this God's way of telling me--"hey! you lost a few pounds while you were sick.. don't pack it back on with wine!!" UGH.... silly, clutzy girl...
REGRET
Church. Why don't I go? I haven't gone consistently since before Brian and I got married... and I miss it. I miss the hour of peace.. the singing.. the time for self-evaluation and reflection. We planned to go on Christmas Eve and then got blasted with a snowstorm and took 45 minutes to just get home from the station that night... Now..truly, the only reason I don't go: I'M A LAZY ASS. I plan to go Saturday night.. but that would mean I'd have to get out of sweat pants and shower. Then I plan to go Sunday morning.. but that would mean getting off the couch and putting down my coffee cup and crossword.
THOSE ARE REALLY STUPID REASONS FOR NOT GOING TO CHURCH.
I'm ashamed of myself... embarassed.. and I vow to go next week. Readers, hold me to that.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
This House Is CLEAN
Hopefully you heard the voice of the little, creepy lady from Poltergeist as you read the title of this post... that was my intent :)
I'M HEALED!! Almost... but compared to the near-death state I felt like I was in a few short days ago, this is HEAVEN.
UPDATES:
I'm the worst bride EVER. It has officially been 1 year since Brian proposed.. and we are nearing the 6 month point since our wedding.. and I STILL HAVEN'T SENT OUR WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT IN to local papers. YIKES! However.. I've been paying close attention and realize I'm not the only Bad Bride.. and there are still weddings being shared that happened before ours. PHEW! So the final hurdle.. which picture to use with the announcement? I've sent my 6 finalist photos to my girlfriends... and a few man-friends... to help me decide. The winning photo (and the runners up... you know, in case the winner cannot fulfill it's wedding photo duties...) will be posted here soon :)
More evidence of my post-wedding shame.. I haven't picked up my dress from the cleaners! EEK! It was done being cleaned and preserved last week and I haven't gotten my always-late butt to 50th and Leavenworth to pick it up. I should be getting ready for work so I can stop and get it as I head in... but I'm blogging about my procrastination instead. Go figure :)
Finally... not only am I a bad bride--I'm a horrible momma!! As you read in the last post (the death-bed sickness post).. Bri took Mack to PetSmart when I was sick. I was grumpy and mean, Bri is working 16 hour days, and we had tile installed in our entryway for the last few days. While Mack was at Doggie Camp--there was apparently a gang fight in the play room... the keepers said that two other dogs started fighting, Mack jumped in, and MACK was the only one who got bit. Here's how I think it went down... (thinking in "Up" movie terms will help)
ALPHA LAB: "Hey... Beta.. you see that dog over there? He's been eying my pork chop. I don't like it."
BETA ROTTWEILER: "yeah... YEAH! That dog's a jerk! Get him, Alpha!"
ALPHA LAB: "Hey... Boxer! Yeah, I'm talking to you.. You like that pork chop, do ya? Yeah... I didn't think so... well just to make sure, I better teach ya a lesson..."
BOXER: "What?? No!! I would never think of squeaking your pork chop, Alpha!! Never! EEK!!"
MACK: "Hey--HEY! Can't we all just get a long!!!??!!"
(sigh) So Mack was apparently holding the Boxer down.. and the Lab went at him and ripped through a bit of his ear. He's fine.. but had to get a few stitches and spent the last two days of Doggie Camp in the Doggie Hospital. Poor guy :( At least he doesn't have to wear the CONE OF SHAME!!!! Let's just say it's belly rub time.. whenever he says it is... for the next few months. I feel SO GUILTY :(
I'M HEALED!! Almost... but compared to the near-death state I felt like I was in a few short days ago, this is HEAVEN.
UPDATES:
I'm the worst bride EVER. It has officially been 1 year since Brian proposed.. and we are nearing the 6 month point since our wedding.. and I STILL HAVEN'T SENT OUR WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT IN to local papers. YIKES! However.. I've been paying close attention and realize I'm not the only Bad Bride.. and there are still weddings being shared that happened before ours. PHEW! So the final hurdle.. which picture to use with the announcement? I've sent my 6 finalist photos to my girlfriends... and a few man-friends... to help me decide. The winning photo (and the runners up... you know, in case the winner cannot fulfill it's wedding photo duties...) will be posted here soon :)
More evidence of my post-wedding shame.. I haven't picked up my dress from the cleaners! EEK! It was done being cleaned and preserved last week and I haven't gotten my always-late butt to 50th and Leavenworth to pick it up. I should be getting ready for work so I can stop and get it as I head in... but I'm blogging about my procrastination instead. Go figure :)
Finally... not only am I a bad bride--I'm a horrible momma!! As you read in the last post (the death-bed sickness post).. Bri took Mack to PetSmart when I was sick. I was grumpy and mean, Bri is working 16 hour days, and we had tile installed in our entryway for the last few days. While Mack was at Doggie Camp--there was apparently a gang fight in the play room... the keepers said that two other dogs started fighting, Mack jumped in, and MACK was the only one who got bit. Here's how I think it went down... (thinking in "Up" movie terms will help)
ALPHA LAB: "Hey... Beta.. you see that dog over there? He's been eying my pork chop. I don't like it."
BETA ROTTWEILER: "yeah... YEAH! That dog's a jerk! Get him, Alpha!"
ALPHA LAB: "Hey... Boxer! Yeah, I'm talking to you.. You like that pork chop, do ya? Yeah... I didn't think so... well just to make sure, I better teach ya a lesson..."
BOXER: "What?? No!! I would never think of squeaking your pork chop, Alpha!! Never! EEK!!"
MACK: "Hey--HEY! Can't we all just get a long!!!??!!"
(sigh) So Mack was apparently holding the Boxer down.. and the Lab went at him and ripped through a bit of his ear. He's fine.. but had to get a few stitches and spent the last two days of Doggie Camp in the Doggie Hospital. Poor guy :( At least he doesn't have to wear the CONE OF SHAME!!!! Let's just say it's belly rub time.. whenever he says it is... for the next few months. I feel SO GUILTY :(
Saturday, January 16, 2010
UGH
There's no better title for this post. I can get creative, I can mince words, but I'm sick. And gross. And crabby. And horrible to my husband and dog because of all I just mentioned.
I knew my voice was going Wednesday. I've lost my voice twice a year ever since I was 14 or 15 years old... I don't know why, though I'm guessing seasonal allergies are to blame. That being said... pretty sure there are NO allergies floating around in the ice world of HOTH.. so who the hell knows.
Anyway... I was all out mannish on Thursday... and by Thursday afternoon my body just felt WEAK.. I ended up going home sick after the 6pm newscast. Felt sluggish yesterday.. but went ahead and emceed an event I had already been committed to. Came home, went to bed.
WOKE UP AT 5 AM, MISERABLE. My throat, raw. My head, pounding. My patience, gone. I can't sleep, can't stopcoughing barking, and by the time Bri woke up at 9 I snapped at him because Mack was whining to be let out and I didn't get off the couch to do it. He let Mack out--I went back to bed.
I woke up at 1 this afternoon.. and Bri had gone to work.. and taken Mack to PetSmart so I could just sleep and get better. Have I mentioned he's the best husband on earth??
Ugh.. I feel horrible... icky, gross, pathetic.. I've watched everything on my DVR.. movies on HBO I had even vague interest in.. and I've sunk to watching the US Pairs Ice Skating PRELIMS.. not even the finals... while eating straight up Julienne potatoes.. because that was the only thing in our pantry that looked remotely appetizing other than the Peanut Butter Captain Crunch I've been living on for the past 36 hours.
Oh yeah--did I mention Bri was at home sick with the FLU all week this week, and not once did he snap at me or whine about ANYTHING, let alone our poor dog? YEAH, I suck.
Here's to HEALTH.. SLEEP... and whatever else it takes to feel even incrimentally better than this. Because.. well.. UGH.
I knew my voice was going Wednesday. I've lost my voice twice a year ever since I was 14 or 15 years old... I don't know why, though I'm guessing seasonal allergies are to blame. That being said... pretty sure there are NO allergies floating around in the ice world of HOTH.. so who the hell knows.
Anyway... I was all out mannish on Thursday... and by Thursday afternoon my body just felt WEAK.. I ended up going home sick after the 6pm newscast. Felt sluggish yesterday.. but went ahead and emceed an event I had already been committed to. Came home, went to bed.
WOKE UP AT 5 AM, MISERABLE. My throat, raw. My head, pounding. My patience, gone. I can't sleep, can't stop
I woke up at 1 this afternoon.. and Bri had gone to work.. and taken Mack to PetSmart so I could just sleep and get better. Have I mentioned he's the best husband on earth??
Ugh.. I feel horrible... icky, gross, pathetic.. I've watched everything on my DVR.. movies on HBO I had even vague interest in.. and I've sunk to watching the US Pairs Ice Skating PRELIMS.. not even the finals... while eating straight up Julienne potatoes.. because that was the only thing in our pantry that looked remotely appetizing other than the Peanut Butter Captain Crunch I've been living on for the past 36 hours.
Oh yeah--did I mention Bri was at home sick with the FLU all week this week, and not once did he snap at me or whine about ANYTHING, let alone our poor dog? YEAH, I suck.
Here's to HEALTH.. SLEEP... and whatever else it takes to feel even incrimentally better than this. Because.. well.. UGH.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Paul And Her Passport
Resolutions check!!
I am working out.. though not as much as I should be. Three times in week one, three times in week two... but I also ate everything in sight last week. Mmmm.. cookies and peanut butter m&ms.. and hot tamales.. and cookies.. ENOUGH! This week is SERIOUS. If you're wondering where I'm at, I'm at THE GYM!
Movies... we saw Avatar--AWESOME!! You MUST see in 3-D, do not wait for this one to go to video.
Travel--here I go!! I'm planning trips to Phoenix, DC and Buffalo.. woo hoo! I can't wait. I've never been to see my brother (I'm a horrible, HORRIBLE sister!!) and 80 degrees and sunshine sounds damn good right now!! So does holding an adorable little baby (Ashton James!!) and seeing my ladies Dani and Cassie!!! And who loves weddings? (I do! I do!) I can't wait to see Carrie and Scott tie the knot in October.. which means I get to stamp another country--Canada!--into my passport! Wheeee!
So there's your update.. my teeth are whiter, my hair is longer, and I am back in love with Mary Kay 3-in-1 cleanser (if you haven't tried it, ladies, you must!! So soft!)
This was a pretty boring post... but hey.. that's me :) Me with my passport and shorts, ready to go!!
I am working out.. though not as much as I should be. Three times in week one, three times in week two... but I also ate everything in sight last week. Mmmm.. cookies and peanut butter m&ms.. and hot tamales.. and cookies.. ENOUGH! This week is SERIOUS. If you're wondering where I'm at, I'm at THE GYM!
Movies... we saw Avatar--AWESOME!! You MUST see in 3-D, do not wait for this one to go to video.
Travel--here I go!! I'm planning trips to Phoenix, DC and Buffalo.. woo hoo! I can't wait. I've never been to see my brother (I'm a horrible, HORRIBLE sister!!) and 80 degrees and sunshine sounds damn good right now!! So does holding an adorable little baby (Ashton James!!) and seeing my ladies Dani and Cassie!!! And who loves weddings? (I do! I do!) I can't wait to see Carrie and Scott tie the knot in October.. which means I get to stamp another country--Canada!--into my passport! Wheeee!
So there's your update.. my teeth are whiter, my hair is longer, and I am back in love with Mary Kay 3-in-1 cleanser (if you haven't tried it, ladies, you must!! So soft!)
This was a pretty boring post... but hey.. that's me :) Me with my passport and shorts, ready to go!!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Another Snow Day
While his Dad snowblowed the driveway..
and his Mom got ready for work..
Mack was enjoying another snow day in Nebraska.
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