Always keep searching...

Today I was on a mission for a few times at our local Wal-mart. I really, really don't enjoy going there, but it was a necessity. One item in particular, I new could possibly be difficult to find.

Mason Jars.

I only needed a couple but figured the Mob...I mean Wal-mart would make me buy a pack of 12.

I searched through the container isle. Nope.

I walked down the dishes isle. Huh-uh.

I almost gave up before going down the pots-and-pans isle, but figured what do I have to lose.

Just in case you are ever looking for Mason Jars at our local Ponca City, America Wal-mart, look between the Crock-Pots and Curling Irons.


Seriously.

You met who?

So, yesterday while enjoying our Thanksgiving meal, my grandfather (Papa) tells us a story.

Now mind you, Papa has awesome stories, and I love hearing them. He even helped write a book called "Palace on the Prairie: The Marland Family Story" about the Marland Family and the Marland Mansion here in town. He's experienced a lot in his 92 years, but this was one story I wasn't expecting!

Last week, Papa went to Tulsa for a funeral. After it was over, he and a friend went to eat lunch and then came back to the church. As they pulled up, the family of the deceased were also returning from the grave site. A buddy of Papa's asked him to come meet a jester (at least that's what Papa HEARD) and thought he was referring to the Masonic Lodge. (which I don't completely understand, but everyone else at the table did...so I didn't question it). Well, come to find out, it had nothing to do with the lodge. Instead, he was meeting JESSICA SIMPSON!

Ya, the gal who is on my Ipod was shaking my Papa's hand calling him Mr. Northcutt. Come to find out Jessica's agent (or something like that) was also related to the deceased and Jessica was there for support. Funny thing is that Papa had no idea who he was meeting until after the fact when his buddy clued him in to his new friend's identity. Papa just smiled and said, "Well, she was a nice looking young lady."

Too bad there weren't any paparazzi to capture the story!

What a weirdo I is!

Julie B tagged me, and I was struggling for a blog topic....so here we go!

7 Random/Weird Facts about mio!

1. Ice is of no importance to me. I can live without it. Warm beverages or cold one - makes no difference. I lived without an ice maker up until marrying my handy hubby and hating to fill ice trays so I just learned to deal without having a cold drink.

2. I love PB&J sandwiches with chips and salsa topped off with a glass of milk.

3. Towel issue - Don't use mine! Doesn't matter if it is dry when I come back to use it. Don't touch it. I won't go to yours either. Its a usage issue along with a territory issue. Mine is kept in one area and yours in another. My hubby has had to deal with the towel wrath but I think it really stems from my childhood when my brother would use my towel after football practice. GROSS!

4. Call it weird or a talent but I know at least part of almost every song on the radio....doesn't really even matter what station. Some songs I know and I have no earthly idea how I know them. I think this stems from high school when my BFF Jenny and I listened to songs over and over again in order to learn all the words....now I do it instinctively and am hardly aware of it.

5. I rub my feet together to relax. It also helps me fall asleep. Its a family thing too. My dad did it as well as my brother and nephew.

6. I have a "Need to File" file in my filing cabinet. Many of items have been in it for years.

7. I often mispronounce the word toilet. I never realized this until my dear hubby pointed it out. I often add an 'R' to it and end up with it sounding like 'torlit.' Normally when I try hard to pronounce it correctly is when I get it wrong. Michael always notices and always cracks up and my Okie pronunciation.

I'm tagging all my blogging friends!

Dog Gone Funny

My dogs can be a bit diva like. We have two shi-tzus named Maddie and Panda. (and no i did not just cuss on my blog), Maddie is a smidgen hyper, extremely loving, and sometimes obedient. Panda is cuddly when she wants to be, a bit skiddish when she wants to be, and pretty much just does what she wants with a tiny smidgen of obedience for good measure. Regardless of their faults, I love em!

(We won't go into what Michael thinks of them.)

So, the other night I gave them a bath. Wet dogs always look funny to me, so I took pictures...



Don't they look pitiful. Like I just horribly maimed them. I should probably put a disclaimer on my blog now for all my PETA readers.*

*No animals were harmed in the making of this blog.

See, after they dried out, both look perfectly normal...

Panda


Maddie


Panda and Maddie


See, like I said, normal and happy...except for the weird glare in their eyes I always get when photographing my doggies. I don't understand how professional photographers do it?? How do they get the dogs to look at them?? I had to take a zillion shots to get these. And how on earth do they get the pictures without that horrible devil eyed stare I always get. I know its because of the flash, but, I need the flash. Suggestions??

Let the random blogs begin!

So, in the last 24 hours, I have taken some of the most random pictures for only one reason. Blogging. I don't like to blog without at least one picture. Who am I kidding, I want a lot of pictures. One just doesn't seem like enough. From previous posts, you can see that I try to tell a story through the pictures. So, the idea of telling you about my day without pictures galore to back it up just totally sounds wrong in so many ways. So ya, I'm becoming random in my blog topics due to a lack of pictures.

I would LOVE to blog about my nephew's birthday party we had today. So much fun!! Unfortunately, doofus (aka ME) forgot her camera at home. So, you won't get that story. Totally breaks my heart as much as I know it must be breaking yours.

So you get random story of the day which DOES include pictures.

My hubby and I slept in and skipped church (so bad, I know). It was so nice though just laying in bed and totally cracking each other up. We haven't had a morning like this in a long time. And it was sooo overdo. Anyway, nope - no pictures of our morning (which was totally G rated people) - so just imagine smelly morning breath with us constantly covering our mouths, tons of laughter, and PJs.

Oh, and bad hair (at least on my part).

When I got out of bed and went to the kitchen, I kept hearing what almost sounded like rain falling but it wasn't raining. I let the dogs out and saw the coolest sight! It WAS raining in our backyard; it was raining leaves.

Our neighbor has a huge tree that leans over to our yard. Type of tree? Totally don't know and totally don't care. Its the big tree variety with leaves.

Yellow, orange, and red leaves were lightly falling as the wind whistled through the trees. It was beautiful. I tried to get a few pictures of it, but none of them really did the scene justice.

Also, keep in mind that very few leaves had accumulated in our backyard prior to this morning. It was like waking up Christmas morning to a full blanket of snow. Only it was leaves.

Do you realize how difficult it is to catch a picture of falling leaves. Ya, its hard. Almost impossible, I'd say!!

Now, I'm needing volunteers to help rake. Any takers?