Okay. WHAT? Brit papers and, ahem, Perez Hilton, are reporting that Michelle Obama may be pregnant. It’s probably not true, but if it is…the five of you who heard about my apocalyptic dream from Thursday night are probably passed out on your keyboard right now–dddddddhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This is one that my brothers and I always liked to watch, and maybe because it was so difficult to get it to show up on our tv. It didn’t come on any of our “big 5″ back in the day (those would be the OKC metro area’s Channels 4, 5, 9, Fox 25, and 34). Nope, it came in beneath a blanket of snow from some station out of Sherman, Texas. This back in the day before our family had cable and we managed to survive with one of us standing at the tv, another at the front door, and the last (usually me, since I was oldest) at the antenna, moving it until one of the boys shouted for me to stop. Then we’d get our Saturday morning fix of Dark Water…

AKA, Thursday evening blog post cop-out. Musing about LOST, Kathie Lee Gifford, and casual day. And maybe evidence that I suffer from ADD.

Every year. Never fails. We get one of these crazy ice storms that shuts down schools, state and federal agencies, and basically every place in the metro other than whatever place is currently employing me. Even when I was working at the preschool, we were the last school to call in–if we did.

Today was nice though. Kevin didn’t have to go to work (student teaching) so he drove me. What a nice guy That made the day start off a bit better than I’d expected and I watched the sleet fall as I sat in my comfy chair, warm and sipping on hot tea.

And it fell. And fell. And you know. We weren’t expecting that much, then it changed to freezing rain again before I got to leave work. Kevin returned to pick me up and we delivered a coworker to a house nearby. I think the trip took a total of 30-40 minutes–a trip that normally takes me 8 minutes.

There is something about an ice storm though. It reminds me of when Kevin and I first started dating and a huge ice storm had hit and OU insisted on holding classes. Kevin would meet me at the BSU and walk me to class, because I have the grace of a duck when I’m walking on ice, though less than an actual duck walking on ice because they have those nifty webbed feet that seem like they’d get the job done. Me? I just fall. Or feel like I’m going to and am so paralyzed with the fear of falling that I stand still or take 5 minutes to walk a few yards.

Just another reason I enjoy the weather. I have to slow down and think about things, and grab hold of an arm when I think I’m close to falling. It’s a great reminder that I’m not a one-woman show.

Hey, I didn’t say that. Blame NMTB. But I’ll go ahead and tell you that I used to be a HUGE fan of Celine Dion in 6th grade. Back in the day, I got to participate in the couples’ skate (do you know how important this is to an elementary school kid??) with my crush of the moment while they played “It’s All Coming Back To Me Now.” The date of the field trip (May 13, 1997) was written inside a heart in the diary I kept until I decided to destroy it in 10th grade. Intense and memorable. I mean, I’m telling you about it now, right? It’s only mildly embarrassing and I’m really hoping that none of my classmates read this thing, or worse, HIM. Lawsy mercy. Moving on.

So I used to be a fan. Then she started getting a little flamboyant with the gesturing during her performances. And then she was adding bits of choreography that made me cower behind the coffee table. Then when I thought it couldn’t get any worse she thought it would be a good idea to add an air guitar and pelvic thrusts. Oh, Celine

Nowadays I am positively frightened by some of the stuff she does onstage. Just today I saw a video that made my face “twist into a painful grimace” (stole that phrase from Stephenie Meyer ) Don’t blame me for your nightmares.

These videos have turned out to be great fun for me. I like to rickroll my fiance with them. It’s a true test of devotion. And the wedding is still on, so…great!

…just what possessed Shia LaBeouf to wear a bag on his head.

I’m thinking he probably heard about my brother and I planning to perform at Barnes & Noble as Liz & the Bagman (me sitting on a stool, singing and wearing my Lisa Loeb glasses and Kyle with a bag on his head playing guitar because what about playing music with your sister who’s, visually, a cross between Lisa Loeb and Sarah Palin and covers Captain & Tennille, Tori Amos, and Little Jimmy Osmond all in one set isn’t embarrassing?). Please, Shia. Try something original.

Best Screenplay – The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Doubt, Frost/Nixon, The Reader, Slumdog Millionaire

Best Picture – The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Frost/Nixon, Milk, The Reader, Slumdog Millionaire

I would say that I am only including the two categories above because they matter most to me (and that is mostly true), but it’s more because I can’t type real fast (75wpm). That’s what thoughtful blogging does to a person

It’s true on the screenplay category though. I’m always most interested in that one. Been wanting to see Benjamin Button for a while, as well as Doubt, and now I’ll have to add The Reader and Slumdog Millionaire to the list. The latter has been catching my eye in the few commercials I’ve seen for it. Frost/Nixon…eh. Maybe.

Whoa. Just realized that there was no Gran Torino on there. That’s a shocker, right? I haven’t seen it yet, but it’s on the top of my list right now. I love Clint Eastwood. Nume laughed at me once when I told her that, and I understand, but it’s a guilty pleasure. In retrospect, she may have been laughing at the fact that I chose to spend hard-earned dollars on The Complete Dirty Harry. I don’t have much more to say about that. Only, gratuitous nudity much? Yeesh. Didn’t know all that was in there. That’s what I get for only watching these things on OKC’s Channel 34 on Saturday afternoons.

This doesn’t apply to me yet, but I’m awfully excited that one of their projects for this year is to create a resource, like Boundless, for young married couples. If you’re a part of a young, married, Christian couple, I’d like to encourage you to head on over there and give them some advice! They want to know how they can serve, encourage, inspire, and support you.

Did I mention I’m getting married this year? Thanks, Boundless!

And I have a dear friend who got engaged last night who will probably find this valuable in the future as well. Won’t say any names right now since she’s probably got piles of people left to tell, but CONGRATULATIONS!

A few related, interesting posts on Boundless recently:
It’s Never Too Late To Get Married
Prenuptial Agreements
Can You Be Unmarriable?

Originally posted on July 16, 2008.

First of all, for future reference, be prepared to take off all your clothes (except panties) when you visit [an endocrinologist]. I had not been informed and consequently had hairy legs. Oh well. Plus, it was a male doctor who was seeing me naked and that was unexpected as well. It’s not like it killed me, but I would have preferred a female doctor had I known that was going to happen.

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I am to a point where I can say to the world, “This is how much I weigh.” I am a woman and I’m telling you my weight. This is a breakthrough. Why? Because I’ve felt fat since I was 6-years-old. First, I’ll tell you where I started. My highest weight on SparkPeople.com is listed as 168 lbs. That’s right folks. However, I distinctly remember reaching 171, being too depressed to enter it, pouring a jar of hot fudge on some Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream, and dying a slow, fudgey death.

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This post was first written back in September…like when it was relevant and we’d attended the fair a few days before. Then it sat as a draft for a long time and I forgot about it. But now you get to enjoy!

Seriously, someone needs to get one of those old school commercials promoting The Fair up on YouTube. I miss them.

If you follow me on Twitter, you might have seen this:

Going to State Fair. Bringing camera. Forecast: Mullets w/ an 80% chance of overalls. 05:44 PM September 17, 2008 from web

If you aren’t, look what you’re missing?

Anyway, forecast was on the money. Even if it was as much of a given as standing outside somewhere in Moore, OK in early May, seeing a couch fly past, and saying, “I think it might rain.”

There were a lot of shots I missed, 1) because it was night and 2) because there were a lot of people that I didn’t want turning around and saying, “Whatchoo think yer doin’ takin’ a pitcher of me?” I’m from the country, but I’m not a survivor. The only thing that comes out in me whenever I “return to the herd” (as I said to Kevin) is my accent. None of that, taking-my-earrings-off, hair-pulling stuff that some of my folks do (and by “my folks” I just mean the people I grew up around. NOT my family. My mother and the rest of my kin that read this would want me to point that out. We’re pretty peaceful). So there’s my excuse. Go ahead and enjoy the ones I did catch–like the smoking pregnant woman.