Mr. Selleck

Oh, Tom Selleck....where do I start?  I guess I start nowhere because he is like 65, but he was still a hot little tart in his day...and he is going to make a fine lookin' grandpa.  Creepy?  I think not. 

Workin' Fool

So for the past 4 months I have been working at Olive Garden.  I don't have much to say about it other than I make terrible money and work terribly hard.  But despite the hard work, I do actually enjoy it.  It takes a special kind of person to take the verbal abuse of hillbillies, and turn around and smile back at them.  I have made a few friends there, but this is my last week working at OG.  Michael is deploying at the end of the month and it is hard for me to be the kind wife I want to be when I'm working 6 days a week.  He swears the piles of dishes and laundry don't bother him, but they bother me.  So for the next month I am going to strive to be the model wife I always envisioned myself to be, sending him off with sweet memories of homemade meals and a clean house.  

Chicken dish, delish.

I created a new recipe today...it's actually really good:

3 Chicken breasts, sliced in strips

1 Bell pepper, sliced in strips

1 Onion, diced

1 Cucumber, sliced in strips

Some kind of creamy pesto sauce (just find something at the store)

Tortillas

Salt and pepper chicken and cook in olive oil.  Saute onion in same pan in chicken drippings.  Add bell peppers to onions and cook for a few minutes. 

Assemble just like a fajita.  Add pesto sauce and cucumber strips.  

Yum, yum!!!

'Nuff said.

I took these last week, I was just playing around with some time exposure stuff.  They're not the best, but I still thought they were pretty cool.

Home

Im not quite sure what this blog is going to be about exactly (don't expect it to make too much sense because I think in fragments and this is my blog, and that is how I write).  Spring/Summer time stirs comforting emotions in me (maybe it is because the weather gets warm and the BBQ's get broken out of hibernation).  I remember playing at the church we lived next to with my brother and sister when I was 5.  I remember afternoons at my Grandparents' house when Grandpa would get upset with us for opening a soda and not finishing it.  I remember climbing up my favorite tree in the backyard to watch the sunset over our neighbor's yard.  Like I said, these are all things that are comforting to me, but I don't understand why I have to hold back the tears when I think about them.  There is something about Oklahoma that reminds me of where I grew up (Bakersfield).  I love the feel of country, I love seeing random cows in fields, I love sprawling grass lands.  I always feel homesick, but I'm getting to the point where I don't know for exactly where.  Sometimes I feel homesick for a certain period in time, a time in my childhood (even though you could not pay me enough to go back).  The idea of getting older and everything changing scares me.  I don't like the thought of loosing my parents, my husband, my anything.  I don't know where this train of thought is going....  Oklahoma is starting to feel more like home, which I guess is normal because we are coming up on our second year of living here.  I stood out on the back porch an hour ago, when I let Jezebel out for her last potty of the night, and I just stood and listened.  Our house backs up to a creek so we have lots of trees just past our fence.  It is one of my favorite times of day when it is dark out with a warm, light breeze.  I could hear the crickets and the frogs, I could see the tress moving in the breeze and the fire bugs all around (which I love).  I have just been struggling with feeling content.  I guess that is something I have dealt with all my life.  Mike and I keep saying things will be great when we move back to Cali and are close to family again.  We want to enjoy our time here, and we don't feel like we are wasting it, but we both get homesick.  That is when I realize that I'm ok with being in OK (haha).  It sounds dumb but...pretty much...Michael is my home...Im going to be fine anywhere we can be together.  That is kind of an abrupt ending, but hey, I already told you this would be fragmented.       

Night, night.

Expelled

Last night, Michael and I went to see the new Ben Stein movie Expelled.  We had to drive all the way up to the Quail Springs mall theatre (about 35 min.) because the movie was pulled from all Moore, Norman and Oklahoma City theaters.  This just added to the anticipation.  A friend that has been going to church with us came to the movie which, was just awesome for him to see.  It was a great film that inspired great conversation about Evolution vs. intelligent Design.  Expelled talks about the fact that scientists can not discuss Intelligent Design without fear of loosing their job.  Ben interviewed 4 former scientists who just mentioned ID in a class or a paper and were just absolutely cut out of their academic community.  In the movie, the world of science is compared to the Nazi regime.  I know this sounds extreme, but these people fear for their life because of what the believe.  Of course it lays out many more similarities.  It was a lot of information to take in and this little blog hardly does it justice.

Anyways, I thought it was a great movie.  It makes you think and it actually gives both sides of the debate a fair chance.  Definitely worth the drive to Quail Springs.