Fried Hand Here are few reasons why you should not fry your hand:1. It hurts pretty bad.2. People in Dallas gasp at the extreme flesh wound and wonder when the plastic surgery is scheduled for.3. It doesn’t actually add any flavor to the chicken wings. It’s actually almost healed now, but the past several weeks have been 3 parts: “Man, that hurt but it’s not too bad”, “I think I have gangrene,” and “Crap – that scar is pretty permanent.” Desensitization Switching gears, I read an article a long time ago about how Generation Y (born early 80’s to 1994) is desensitized to tragedy because of how saturated our entire…

Silly FBI The FBI did something hilarious today. They released a photo of what an “aged” Bin Laden might look like, but the photoshop guy used a picture he found on the internet as the base of his drawing. The picture he happened to grab was a Spanish politician’s campaign photo. This is what the FBI said about it: “When producing age-progressed photographs, forensic artists typically select features from a database of stock reference photographs to create the new image…it appears that in this instance the forensic artist was unable to find suitable features among the reference photographs and obtained those features, in part, from a photograph he found on…

Sunday was Taylor and my 1st year anniversary. Marital bliss. Due to unforeseeable circumstances, however, I spent the majority of our anniversary with my family in KS, but this is what was waiting when I got home from the airport at 9:30pm that night: A bottle of delicious Riesling, a James Avery ring, flowers, and best of all – handmade chocolate covered strawberries. He knows that my bedtime doesn’t budge for anything, so he made something simple and sweet. I was able to go to bed at my normal time. He’s a keeper. After a year of marriage, a lot of terrible new-cook dinners (side note – Taylor found part…

My very best friend in the whole wide world is engaged. It’s really crazy and of the utmost excitement. Of all the boys she has dated…and she has dated some interesting characters…I’ve never been excited like I am with her fiance now. I remember when we were obsessed with these two unnamed characters in Memphis, and we would document every “sign” about how we were destined to be wed to them. For an indisputable example, I painted my nails orange in 7th grade and my future husband was wearing an orange shirt on the same day. On top of that, we breathed in and out at the same time at…

It’s CHRISTMAS WEEK! You may wonder what I’m doing all week. Working until Friday, of course. Taylor gets tomorrow and Thursday off. Boo on him. I met a girl today named Victroia. Her name is pronounced “Victoria” but her parents misspelled it at birth and never had it changed. Tragic. It reminds me though of a few lovelies I met in Memphis. First, the employee of the month at Wendy’s by my high school – Bea Hooker. Second, another employee at a fast food joint – Fredlicia. Another is too embarrassing to say in mixed company (but ask me later because it is really really funny). In honor of the…

Even though I am a marketer and somewhat of a salesperson by nature, I fall for sales pitches quicker than anything. The “friendly salesman” is the one that gets me. He sells like a friend, and I always like a good friend. I thought I was bad, but I’d like to introduce everyone to my husband, Taylor. Here is what Taylor was sold on yesterday: Yep – a year’s supply of meat. This used to be our freezer. Now it’s strictly a meat locker. How did this happen? I’ll tell you. Some guy in our complex is a door-to-door meat salesman. He came to our door, asked if he could…

I almost forgot my login. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve blogged..and for the record, this one will not be about trends. Maybe tomorrow. I used to like blogging (and probably blogged too much at one time) but it sure a slippery slope to laziness. If you aren’t intentional, it doesn’t happen. Twitter became my micro-blogging and most of what I have to say could be said in 160 characters or less anyway. My new goal for my blog is to become the next Pioneer Woman. In order to be the next her, I’d have to:-Go up about 10 degrees in funniness-Learn to cook…well. Not just cook.-Become miraculously brilliant…

Trends are forever coming and going. As I get older it will get better and better to see things come back in style that I used to wear. If I could determine these trends however, I have a top 5 list set in place. These are just my initial reactions so this list could change. Some items have been rumored to actually be coming back, some I am just hopeful. It would make me forever happy to see these things worn and used again: 1. Stirrup PantsThey’re comfy cozy and you never have to worry about your pants being afraid of your shoes (you know what I’m talking about –…

It all started at Cato’s. Mom and I were doing some serious shopping (because we were in Pocahontas, Arkansas) and we really needed to go to the bathroom. We walked across the street to Walmart to wait for Taylor and my dad. We started wasting time and ended up in the electronic section. Mom’s been looking for a tv so we were browsing when the boys finally came. Somehow over the course of 30 minutes, mom and dad walked away without a thing and Taylor and I ended up with a Sony Bravia HDTV. So much for conversations about what to do with our money – I’m blowin it all…

Back to the strange things in life that happen to me. 2 extremely embarrassing stories and 1 heart-warming one: I mentioned a few days ago that Taylor and I signed a lease for an apartment in Euless. What I didn’t mention was that we went to Wing Stop to eat lunch right before hand. That place is delicious and has the best fries…ever. We eat there and drive immediately to the apartments to meet with the manager so we can sign for our new home. This meeting is really scary for us, because we are legitimately afraid we will be denied. We have nothing to prove ourselves or the fact…