anecdote.....

Including the wind chill the temperature outside is in the single digits. Knowing this would be the case I did my errands yesterday and am currently holed up inside away from the tundra drinking coffee in an attempt to get myself up to mop the floors.

Last night as the cold was moving in Ricky called me about 10:30PM requesting I bring him his jacket he forgot. By that time it was subzero outside so here is the talley of what I wore on my late night good wife deed.
-t shirt
-hoodie
-ski jacket
-fleece lined jogging pants
-knee high winter socks
-house shoes (not the best idea in hindsight)

It had been slowly misting for the past 2 hours and when its below zero outside that puts like a half inch of ice on everything.....who woulda thought?......not this Texas girl. So my rubber soled house shoes which I actually wore for traction where doing no such thing once I hit the sidewalk. But they are lined with really cute fur and super cozy so I didnt hold any resentment. Once to my car I had to pry the door open with both hands and at points one leg because it was iced shut and spent the next 20 minutes sitting inside defrosting the windsheild because i dont have an ice pick.....puhleese. I give myself 3 heart attacks driving the half mile to ricky because my car was skidding everwhere and once I reach my destination I had brought him the wrong jacket. Four more heart attacks later I get back home and begin to search only to be interrupted by a text......he had had it.......the whole time.

small victories

Today was filled with small victories for this newlywed housewife. I successfully made my very first batch of meatballs. After doing an initial search for simply "meatballs" online I found a recipe that required 4 different kinds of meat and spices I hadn't even heard of so I swiftly added "easy" in front of "meatballs" and found a recipe that called for only 5 ingredients, all of which I was familiar with. I'm still not good at portion size and ended up making 30 savory miniature spheres of beef so my next recipe search will be for "meatball leftover ideas." I also fixed my very first squeaky door with WD40. After correctly connecting the little straw to the spout it unfortunately took me a good step back and evaluation of the can to find the spray button. In my defence it was a new fancy-shmancy can that looked nothing like the WD40 my dad used. I didn't know where to spray it exactly so I decided any surface that was metal seemed like a good idea and was completely amazed when that high pitched twang faded into silence. I was so excited that I shouted into our bedroom where my husband was sleeping my achievement and demanded his praise and approval. Small victories are still victories.

lost cause?

I was watching a show on the History Channel today in which an archeologist from Britan by age 26 had dug in almost all of the world's most desirable sites and held not one, but two prestigious positions overseeing escavation in....from what this small town Texas girl deems....the most incredible places on Earth. I'm sitting there in my living room on my couch buried in blankets with my mouth agape at this man's achievements. Afer all, I am 25 and have been dreaming of such a life when he, by the time he was my age, had done it! His time was the first half of the 20th century and travel wasn't even easy or as accessible as it is now. I try to reason with myself why or what is holding me back. Did he have the money or the connections I don't have? Or just that envyable characteristic they call "charisma" that makes people fall at your feet with offerings of information, aid, guidence, sometimes even money and expecting nothing in return. Anthony Bourdain has this quality. He can befriend people who don't even speak his language and he leads such a well traveled, cultured existence with no fear. And there it is, the root of all my reasoning.....fear. I don't know why I am so scared but the wall that's there seems a hundred miles high. I do believe though, that as long as we never give up the want for adventure.....to experience more than what we have now........when the time is right we'll jump. One hundred miles high.

Men or shoes.....tough call

I read a survey the other day that said more women remember their favorite pair of shoes than the first guy they kissed. My thoughts are.......this makes perfect sense. If anyone reads these notes I write I guarantee you the girls are racking your brains right now but before you even get to the end of this sentence you would have already thought of your favorite pair of shoes.....and remember them fondly. Maybe I'm being synical but how many men can you remember and think of "fondly." Better yet, how many pairs of shoes in your closet appeared in the aftermath of those feelings. The same article said 95% of women regretted throwing out an old pair of shoes but did not regret dumping an old flame. This really brings the LOL's. If you read a lot of articles this probably isnt the first time you've heard men and shoes paired together or even compared to each other. The more I write this the more I feel that I'm ripping off an episode of Sex in the City. But I feel confident enough to say that for a woman they are ranked dangerously close on the scale. Some women need a few pairs to handle lots of men, others need lots just to cope with one. As for me, I need a good pair of heels just to reach mine.

facebook disgracebook

Facebook used to be a lot of fun but now it seems to be the bane of my existence. I long for the days when I actually talked to my 500 some-odd friends and had new pictures to post every week from all the parties my friends and I attended. These days my news feed is dominated by baby pictures and wedding albums which wouldnt bother me much if I had gotten to have a wedding and and I don't want kids right now so pictures of my friend's lovely offspring are fine just not on an hour-to-hour basis. But my new pet peeve with facebook are the status'.....especially those friends who post everyday how much they "love their life!." That's wonderful, really it is, but come on Charlotte York.....every day? The sad thing is the one thing I'm excited about my impending ski trip next week is that it will provide me all these things:new photos to post, a subject for my status', and more importantly.....a new profile pic.

I'm peeing in the ocean....

I am starting this blog in an effort to be proactive about my aspirations to be a writer but I am greatly discouraged by blogs because making yourself known online is like peeing in the ocean, your contribution doesn't make much difference. But I digress. I am a newly wed to the military and having not found work since we got married and having left my job to move to his military base I am re-evaluating my career goals. I went to college for radio and that was what I thought I was gonna do forever.......till I realized you make no money and the hours are terrible. I might as well have walked away with a degree in Art, well I did a "Bachelor of Arts." Oh the irony is overwhelming. So aside from feeling majorly boned in the career department I spend my days grocery shopping, cooking dinners, staying thin....or whatever good wives do. I am desperate to be working again because in the military you have no name, you are "the wife," and I think it's about time I got my name back.