Pish Posh Wish Wash

Apparently, getting done 2 hours early isn't a good sign...
Nothing going on that's too exciting today. I spent the entire day watching a taped lecture discussing in painful detail why I missed so many questions on my simulated MBE exam and how I could avoid missing so many in the future. 9-5 on a Saturday and I get to do the same thing tomorrow. Suck.

What's interesting to me is that I got almost all of my property and con law questions right (two areas which I loathed in law school), but got very few evidence questions correct (a subject which I loved in law school).

I haven't analyzed how I did in K, Torts, or Crim Law/Pro, but considering my overall score, it isn't going to be pretty.

So, isn't this fascinating? Me telling you how utterly mediocre my simulated MBE score is? I thought so.

Dirty Mouth
One thing that I actually did find interesting is how many times our video lecturer used the word sh*t in his lecture today. I don't know why this puzzled me, but it just seemed odd that this national corporation (BarBri) would pay someone to speak for two days and allow him to use foul language. In fact, it almost seems as if they endorse this sort of language. Now, I am not some fuddy duddy. Believe me, I have used plenty of colorful language and considering how clumsy I am, will probably continue to do so.

I guess for me, it just doesn't seem...classy. This is a national program taped by BarBri for every single customer. A program which every student who is studying for the bar is going to watch. People coming from all walks of life, all different sort of religious and moral beliefs. People are paying a lot of money to go to these classes, and a lecturer whom we are supposed to be viewing as credible and authoritative on his subject is using crass four letter words to, I'm guessing, get the listeners to better relate to him. (He is considerably older - maybe 50 - 60'ish? Hard to tell since he is so tan.)

Anyway, I just thought it was odd.

Hot Yummy Delicious Fatness
Tonight for dinner I went through the grocery store and picked out all of my favorite Italian ingredients. I bought chicken, garlic Alfredo sauce, fettuccine noodles, artichoke hearts, black chopped olive, sun dried tomatoes, and mushrooms. I sauteed the artichokes, olives, mushrooms, and tomatoes together, added the chopped chicken to that, and then slowly mixed in the Alfredo sauce. We ate that over the noodles, and as a side I roasted zucchini and onions with a dash of garlic pepper. It was delicious and bad, but with all this depressing rain and sitting through potty mouth's 8 hour lecture, I need some comfort food.

Have I mentioned that we have been potty-training Betty? It has been quite interesting watching her learn that going pee outside is a good thing and then realizing that "every time I sit by the door, I get to go play outside!" I don't have any stories to share right now, mostly because I am exhausted and mentally spent, but I'll try to think up a good one.

Artsy Farty is about to Wii all over herself.


Thank you muchly, it was appreciated verily.

Thanks to everyone for their encouragement the last few days. It has really meant a lot to me to hear from so many people who currently are or have experienced in the past the very same thing.

As the job search continues, I promise to keep you posted!

Artsy Fartsy is so much sick of Oklahoma City's constant raining.
Seriously, who knew it could rain this much?


Heaps of Happy.

So, I'm done being down in the dumps. It is not productive and really affects my studying energy.

Today, I called some employers that I had sent resumes to a few weeks ago. I didn't have much to say, but I just wanted to touch base with each of them and make sure they had all the materials from me that they needed. I had to leave voicemails for each one of the prospective employers, but I still feel that it was a personal success for me. I don't know why, but calling them out of the blue terrified me, and actually doing it was a nerve-wrecking rush. I just had to tell myself that the worst they would say is "Your resume is crap. You are crap. No call me no more." and hang up. After thinking about the whole scenario that way, I felt a little better, and started the calls. We'll see if they can tolerate my nasal Southern drawl enough to return my phone call!

Enough about this. I have a few pictures that I wanted to show you. Each one of them cheers me up in some way.

Betty trying to slip her boyfriend, Romeo, the tongue. Naughty girl, Betty!

Speaking of Betty and Romeo, every night Betty goes and stands by the door until I let her out. She promptly sprints to Romeo's apartment (also in our complex) and paws at the door until his mommy opens the door. The following is a little glimpse of their playtime.
Stinkin' funny, that's what it is.

Betty auditioning to be the Mary, the Mother of Jesus, in the Pawtivity. Actually, this picture really makes me laugh because lately Betty has been burying under her blanket in the crate and sleeping like a human - on her back and under the covers.

Learning how to twirl like a Betty Ballerina.

Lake Overholser, Oklahoma City, OK

My favorite place to run.

Pier at Lake Overholser

Where I like to cool off after the run.

Fluffy clouds while flying to Oklahoma City.

I don't know why, but this pillow makes me happy. Its like a party in a pillow!

Summer's last peony.

Artsy Fartsy is wondering if speech pathologists can have speech impediments.


Self esteem shot, please send bandaids. And hot chocolate.

Studying for the bar and not having a job is starting to really get to me. It is late, and I am blogging in darkness in the living room so the Knight isn't bothered by my insomnia. The last few nights I have laid in bed analyzing my job search approach, my cover letter, my resume, my writing samples, even the way that I sound on the phone since I've received braces (kind of have a lisp now). In my life, I have never had a hard time finding a job. Most of the time, I just decided I wanted to do something, and it worked out to my benefit. Even my obtaining my clerkships in law school were easier than people said they would be.

Such has not been the case in Memphis. I have sent out countless resumes with little or no interest. The Knight and I don't really know anyone in Memphis that has "connections" and even though my old employers have been encouraging, they don't know anyone in Memphis either. So, I'm pretty stressed out. And a little embarrassed. I am getting sick and tired of people asking me what type of law I am going to practice or where I am going to work, and then having to answer that I don't have a job yet, but that if I could pick the job I wanted it would either be in civil litigation or criminal prosecution.

The Knight has been so encouraging. He keeps telling me that he has faith in me, and knows that just the right thing will come along. And I guess deep down inside I know that too. I just wish my "right thing" would hurry up and find me!

Okay, enough whining and stressing. Let's talk about something fun.

First, Amy tagged me for a Friday Four, which for me has turned into a Tuesday Tour of some things about me. Thanks for thinking of me, Amy!

Four Jobs I've Had:

Four Movies I Can Watch Over and Over:
  • Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
  • With Honors
  • Only You
  • Hackers
  • (I just realized that 3 out of my 4 movies were from 1994-95. Am I already entering the phase in my life where I never change my hairstyle again and listen to Nirvana and Cranberries for the rest of my life?)
Four Place I've Lived:
  • Jackson, Mississippi
  • Nashville, TN
  • Columbus, OH
  • Tulsa, OK

Four Places I've Vacationed:
  • San Diego, CA
  • Captiva Island, FL
  • Melbourne, Australia
  • South Padre Island, TX

Four of My Favorite Dishes:
  • Filet Oscar (With lump crab meat, Bearnaise sauce, and asparagus)
  • Creamy King Ranch Shrimp Casserole (don't know what's in it, but the Knight's mom makes it and it is amazing)
  • Coconut Shrimp with Plum Sauce
  • My mom's homemade Lasagna (she puts pepperoni in instead of beef, delish!)
Four Sites I Visit Daily:
  • Facebook
  • Barbri.com (unfortunately)
  • A Socialite's Life
  • Think Like a Woman, Act Like a Man

Four Places I Would Rather Be Right Now:

Four People I am Tagging:
Speaking of recipes, let me tell you about some things that I have been making this summer which the Knight and I have been enjoying.

First last night, I tried something new. I spread fat free mayo on chicken breasts and then rolled them in crunched up frosted flakes. I baked them on a pan with pineapple, and served the chicken and pineapple on a salad of strawberries, apples, a few strips of sharp cheddar, and romaine lettuce. I mixed a little olive oil with the pineapple juice from the can and drizzled that on top. It sounds a little weird, but trust me, it was good.

Second, I have been experimenting with unusual pairings of veggies and fruits. For example, last week I drizzled honey and olive oil on zucchini, apples and tomatoes and roasted them in the oven. Also, we have eaten a raw tomato and peach salad tossed with balsamic vinegar, an apple and zucchini fresh salad marinated in fat free Italian dressing and topped with walnuts, and sliced red, green, and yellow peppers mixed with sliced pears dressed with rice vinegar and salt and pepper. All very light, very tasty and very healthy.

Okay, that's all for now. I have more to write later, and some hilarious photos of Betty and her new Yorkie boyfriend, Romeo, but I just don't feel like getting off the couch right now to upload them. Betty is asleep on my lap, and I hate to wake the little pumpkin head up. So, have fun and have a great week.

Artsy Fartsy is wondering how taking two tiny birth control pills at once can create such intense NAUSEA. Ugh.


One HTML code away from suffering from an acute case of caninemania.

You thought I might be a little crazy about my Betty Rascal when I start posting about her here. And here.

And then, you really were concerned for my sanity when I posted pictures like this:

And this.

But now? Now, you have certifiable proof that indeed, I have become a sick crazy dog lady.

I present you - Betty Rascal's personal website.

Enjoy! Or Vomit. Preferably in that order.

(P.S. If? If I ever actually do start writing a diary coming from the doggie perspective? I give all of you permission to come to Memphis and take away my computer.)

(P.P.S. Just so you know, I come by this dog craziness honestly. Every time my mom calls, she asks how I am, how the Knight is, and most importantly..."How is MY Granddog doing?". Last night she called to inform me that she found the tackiest ballerina costume for Betty. Then she proceeds to tell me that she bought it. Because she is a crazy dog lady too. Check it out here.)


So Presh...

If you are friends with me on Facebook, you have probably already been bombarded with what I am about to show you. Right now, it is my Facebook profile pic, even thought the picture is not of me. But, I can't help it. I have to show this to you. First, let me explain. I have a digital camera that I got with my LexisNexis points. It is a Nikon with 6 megapixels, so I thought it would awesome, but I hate it. The reason I hate it is that each photo attempt takes about 6 seconds from the time I touch the button to the time the photo is actually captured.

So, even though I love taking photos, and sometimes fancy myself a very amatuerish wanna-be photographer, I am often unsuccessful in capturing the smile, the action, the moment.

This past Sunday, I went to the Percy Priest Lake with the Knight's sister and family to recover from my best friend from college's bachelorette party which happened the previous night. (Which, BTW, I have to say was a huge success. She got a ton of lingerie, got super wasted, and everybody had a great time, but that is not the point of this point. See pics here. Digression! Surprise!).

The Knight's sister's best friend (Ally) and her family came, too. Both women have babies that are approximately the same age. The little boy, Henry, is Ally's baby, and he looks like this:

Maddie, who I've talked about before, is my sweet little niece. Here is a picture of Madeline:

Anyway, Maddie and Henry were playing together on a cooler. They were being adorable and I was doing my best to snap a few pictures of their baby play. One second that are making baby gurgling noises and doing baby things and the next thing you know they are doing this:(!!!)
Go ahead. Make the obligatory "Awww." It's okay. Nobody can hear you. Look at those chubby Henry hands so carefully holding Maddie's face! And, if you look real close, you can see Maddie's eyes which are open and she's like "What are you doing Henry. Stop being so gross!" I couldn't believe that I actually got the picture. The funny part is that when I was trying to take the picture, they were doing something else. They just happened to do this right at the time that my camera finally took.

I played with the image in Picasa, and I think this is the best version. In fact, I like it so much, I think I'm going to have it printed on canvas and wrapped on a wood frame (gallery wrapped??).

Just to pass along a little money-saving tip, if you have any photos you would like to have gallery wrapped, Winkflash is having a 40% off sale on all of their gallery wrapped canvases until June 28. Just type in the promo code of RM77CV63 and order away.

Spread the diaper in the position of the diamond with you at bat. Then fold second base down to home and set the baby on the pitcher's mound. Put first base and third together, bring up home plate and pin the three together. Of course, in case of rain, you gotta call the game and start all over again. ~Jimmy Piersal, on how to diaper a baby, 1968


A bunch of nipple ringed sissy boys?

(This was written on Friday, but I didn’t have internet connection)

Today I flew from Oklahoma City to Nashville. After today, I have decided that it is a good thing that I don’t travel often. I am convinced that if I were in a business where I traveled mostly by air, I would be both fat and broke. Probably in that order.

I woke up at 5 a.m. to leave by 6 a.m. to get to the airport in time. Between packing up my makeup and hair stuff after using it this morning and checking in online, I failed to find the time for breakfast or coffee.

So, as I am waiting for my 7:25 a.m. flight to board, I walk over to the nearest coffee shop in the terminal for a bagel and a plain cup of coffee.

5 dollars later, I am sitting in my seat on the plane, happily devouring the carbohydrate and cream cheese monstrosity and sipping on my brown sludge.

I think to myself, “well, five bucks ain’t so bad, as long as I can make it until I get to Nashville. Then I can go get real food at normal prices.”

1 and ½ hours later (9’ish?), I am sitting in the St. Louis airport listening to today’s BarBri lecture on my iPod. All of a sudden, I am struck by an unrelenting pang of hunger (funny, this pang often seems to appear when I am in the middle of studying). Anyway, I pack up my stuff (so long Criminal Procedure!) and begin the hunt for a healthy and filling snack. After bypassing a Wolfgang Puck Express and a Chili’s (is it really too early for a margarita?), I find a little magazine/snack/book store. Perfect! I swoop in and walk right past all the tabloids (Apparently, Jen has a new man!) and head straight to the food section. After spending about 10 agonizing minutes of scrutinizing the snack collection, I finally decide on raw almonds, a small package of dark chocolate M&Ms (what, it is dark and I didn’t drink a margarita. Gimme a break!) and a bottle of water. Puffed up with personal pride at my ability to ignore the king size reese’s peanut butter cups and double stuf oreos, I briskly place my snacks on the register counter. “That will be $6.96, ma’am” says the clerk. Freaking unbelievable. Sadly, I take out my debit card, and refuse to acknowledge the fact that $6.96 is almost enough to purchase a movie theater ticket, and is more than enough to get a combo at McDonalds. What a ripoff.

I go back to my seat, sadly pull out my BarBri stuff again (Hello again, Professor Blaze and your Indiana Jones-like sexiness), and promise myself that this time, this time I am done buying food. No more food for me. Also, I promise myself that I will savor every bite, and make each nibble earn that $6.96 price tag. One thing about having braces…I am still enjoying that $6.96 in my mouth, especially the almonds. Why do I always forget to pack a toothbrush in my purse on days like these?

2 trips to the in-airport Brooks Brothers, 4 runs to the potty (what? It was a big bottle of water) and 3 hours later (dude, seriously long layover in St. Louis. If only they had a nail salon in this place, I would be set.), I am hungry again. Surprise. Surprise. I look at my watch, confirm that yes, indeed, it is lunchtime, and decide that it would be okay to get a teeny weeny snack. You know, just to tide me over until I get to Nashville. So, I pack up my BarBri stuff again (So long Indiana!) and march back to the area with all the restaurants. At this point, I have decided that my teeny weeny snack would go great with a bottle, er, glass of wine, so I decide to go to Chili’s. It was really busy, with a long line, so I give up on the wine, and cross over to Wolfgang’s. I feel the need to tell you that I really don’t think Wolfgang Puck would approve of what’s being served under his name. I’m not even really sure what type of cooking Wolfgang is famous for, but last time I checked garden salads, personal pan pizzas, and turkey sandwiches aren’t really much to boast about. Anyway, I selected a chicken breast on foccacia bread and went up to pay. 8 stinkin’ dollars later, I am happily munching away and making a big crummy mess. Getting fatter and poorer by the second.

Total purchase amount? $20 bucks – for a bagel, coffee, water, almonds, M&M’s, and a sandwich. That’s interstate commerce robbery, for sure.

Okay, so one other probably more notable thing happened to me while I was waiting in the St. Louis airport. During one of my lectures, I see this tall crazy-looking man stride by and sit a few seats down from me. He’s wearing a camo cowboy hat, long ponytail, ratty t-shirt, camo shorts, and those older man leather sandals that Velcro around the ankle. The weird thing is that he looks so familiar, but I just can’t place him. We sit next to each other for about an hour (I’m studying, he’s surfing the web), and during that hour, about three people come up and shake his hand and another guys asks if he can take his picture. After I finish my lecture, my curiosity is uncontainable and finally I ask him:

“I know this is odd, but I have to ask you…what is your name? You look so familiar.”

“I’m Ted Newton.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I’m Ted Newton.”

“Oh!” I say while nodding my head. I still have no idea what he is saying. “Well, what do you do?”

“I’m a musician. I play guitar.”

“Oh, I see. Well, that is exciting. Are you on TV?”

“Sometimes, I have been on a few nature shows and you might have seen me on TV lately in the news.”

Hmmm, well that must be where I know you from.”

He shrugs, and gets up to go to the bathroom. Immediately, I text the Knight. “do u know some guitar player named ted newton? he is sitting next to me in the airport.”

He texts me back “nugent?”

“yes, that is him!”

So, Ted Nugent comes back and sits next to me. I still have no clue who he is.

I find out that he is on his way to Nashville for the CMA Music Festival. He is playing for/opening for Montgomery Gentry. He didn’t know who was who, but made a point to tell me that they and pretty much everyone else in country music were a bunch of nipple ringed sissy boys. He also ranted about how country music isn’t about country music anymore, that nobody totes guns like they used to, and he is just sick about how all of it (country music) is about fashion nowadays.

Basically, he was hilarious and crazy, but crazy in a nice sort of way.

We chatted for the rest of the layover, and then we lined up to board our plane. He boarded first, and I went to the back of the line to wait for my group number to be called. As soon as I got in line, all of the people swarmed me “What was Ted Nugent like?” “Was he nice?” “What did you talk about?” “Do you know Ted Nugent?”

So, when I got home, I Googled him and discovered, that yes, he is indeed who he claimed to be, and I actually do know who he is. He sings “Cat Scratch Fever” and you can see what he looks like here.

So, yeah, I met Ted Nugent, and probably offended him because I had no clue who he was, but at least it makes for an interesting story, right?


What I did today during those blessed 10 minute BarBri breaks:

Your Personality is Somewhat Common (ESFJ)

Your personality type is generous, accepting, humble, and considerate.

About 11% of all people have your personality, including 15% of all women and 7% of all men
You are Extroverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Judging.

You Are Artemis!

Brave, and a natural born leader.
You're willing to fight for what you believe in...
And willing to make tough decisions.
Don't forget - the people around you have ideas too!

Your Hillbilly Name Is...

Mary Lou Montana

Your 80s Theme Song Is:

Jump by Van Halen

You Should Drive a Jaguar XK 4.2

You don't care how you get there as long as you get there with class.
And having a little power doesn't hurt either!

You Are a Candy Heart

You're definitely a pro when it comes to romance - and you have great dating etiquette.
Plus you probably smell and taste pretty darn good.

Your Pirate Name Is...

Cannibal Mary No Beard

If You Were Born in 2893...

Your Name Would Be: Aita Terr

And You Would Be: A Demi-God

You've Changed 48% in 10 Years

You've done a good job changing with the times, but deep down, you're still the same person.
You're clothes, job, and friends may have changed some - but it hasn't changed you.

You Are: 80% Dog, 20% Cat

You and dogs definitely have a lot in common.
You're both goofy, happy, and content with the small things in life.
However, you're definitely not as needy as the average dog. You need your down time occasionally.

What People Think of Your Mouth

People see you as both demanding and irresistible.
You are often the center of attention - and that's how you like it.
You are up for anything and very energetic. People sometimes propose wild ideas to you.
And who knows? Maybe you'll take them up on it. You are known to be a little freaky!

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic

Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.
But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky.

Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski
If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

Artsy Fartsy Shopaholic is seriously considering changing her name to Mary Lou Montana.


Yes, yes, yes, a little creative outlet for AFS!

If I were you and I read this blog, I would probably wonder at some point why this blog is entitled Artsy Fartsy Shopaholic. I rarely talk about shopping anymore, mainly because I am poor and have been recently put myself on shoe probation (moving 6 laundry baskets full of shoes can do that to a person). And I never really talk about being Artsy Fartsy. There are a couple of reasons for this. Number one: As a Southern girl, I don't really know if it is proper to talk about yourself in a way that could be interpreted to be a complimentary manner. Such discussion could be considered bragging, and although Southern women do brag, it is in a very underhanded, subtle sort of way ("You look lovely in that dress!" "What, this little ole thing? Why, this is just a little running around type dress. Really, sweetie, you are too kind." - not by writing words on the internet. Okay, scratch that. That is what is blog is for. Right?

Well, I guess the other reason for my failure to mention my artsy fartsiness is that it comes in spurts, and is often in a medium that I don't think translates well to the web, like interior design, painting on canvas, and murals. Until recently, I did not have a digital camera or scanner, so putting that type of stuff on the internet was very difficult, if not impossible. Plus, maybe I am a teensy weensy afraid that if you do see some of my artwork, you might say "pshaw, she eez no aughteest, and I vill no read her blaug az long az she continuez undzer hur undezerved pszeudonim!" I am afraid that you will say all of this and more, quite possibly in a disdainful French accent.

But, then I found that french toast girl blog (I mentioned a few posts back), and it got me thinking that maybe I should start drawing and painting again, even if it is crap.

So, although I don't think I could follow french toast girl's lead and paint everyday (I don't have the time and I didn't bring any artsy supplies to OKC with me), I can do something regular on a smaller scale. So, today, I joined this - Illustration Friday. It is kind of like the picture thing on Ashley's Travels, but drawings instead of pictures. Each week, they email you a topic and you put a large image of your entry on your blog and then submit a small thumbnail to the Illustration Friday site.

This Friday, I am probably going to be late submitting an entry as I will be flying back to Nashville for my best friend's bachelorette party and lingerie shower weekend. What I will lack in time to sketch, I am sure I will gain in inspiration...knowing my crazy friends. Anyway, I really want to try this, and I feel that the best way to do something is to tell others about it, so that it will keep me accountable. (Like remember when I told you guys about needing to run a 5K and someone suggested that I do the Knoxville Expo 5K? Well, I did it in 32:30 minutes after 7 weeks of training and I'm still running. Seriously, blog accountability keeps me motivated. Well, that, seeing the Knight after 3 1/2 weeks of being apart, and being in a wedding this summer, but who's counting?).

So, that's my goal. Since I don't have any artsy supplies here, I'll get some colored pencils and maybe some cheap watercolors. Nothing too fancy or expensive, but something with a little color.

Oh, and just so I can show ya'll I ain't no chicken, here are a few pictures of a bathroom mural I painted for the Knight's aunt last summer. She had a little Limoges butter plate that she loved, and it was my inspiration.

It will probably seem a little juvenile to some of you, but it is one of the few works that I actually have digital photographs of.

The inspiration plate.

Flowers to greet you as you wash your hands and view your reflection.
If you can't live outside, I say bring the outside in with you!

This portion was painted right above the footed garden tub.

A little surprise awaits you as you plop onto the porcelain throne!

A closeup of one of my favorite flowers.

The inspiration plate is now prominently displayed in the guest bathroom.


Failure is NOT an option.

BarBri is kicking my butt. I work so hard all day long, and it seems that I never get through all of the suggested assignments for each topic. Plus, I am already a couple of days behind my classmates because I moved from Knoxville one weekend, and then moved again to Oklahoma City. So, yesterday I was going to spend the entire day finishing my Agency lecture, and then catching up on all the straggly practice questions from various topics that I've covered so far. I got through two sections of practice questions for Con Law and listened to the introductory MBE lecture on the BarBri website. I had a few errands I ran yesterday and made dinner, but other than that, BarBri was my best friend.

Is this feeling of being overwhelmed normal? Does everyone feel like they can never do enough? Or am I the only one? That is one bad thing about not being surrounded by my friends during the lecture...we can't commiserate together.

Other news that I find interesting or just mention-worthy:
I have been learning how to drive a stick shift. Since I flew to OKC with the Knight's parents, I had to leave my car behind. This was our decision, b/c while my car is fairly reliable in town, my transmission is on its way out, and driving 13 hours across country alone just didn't seem like a good idea. So, while I'm here, if I want any kind of freedom, I had to learn how to drive the Jeep.

On Sunday, the Knight and I spent the afternoon riding around, while I shifted gears, pushed in the clutch, and learned how to ease off the clutch and press on the gas. I finally have the hang of it, but during that afternoon lesson, I wish I had had the foresight to make a sign to put in the back of the Jeep which read "Stay Back 500 Feet, Stick Shift Learning In Process."

Yesterday, while the Knight was at training, I drove to the bank and the grocery store. All by myself. And guess what? The Jeep is still intact. I am so proud.

I didn't tell you much about Memorial Day weekend, but if you are interested in seeing pictures, you can go here.

Okay, well that's all for now. I have to get back to BarBri, my least favorite, but apparently new, best friend.


Further proof that Betty is a true brunette.

Disregard the flat, slightly nasal Southern voice. Unfortunately, that is the voice with which I have been blessed.


Oklahoma is Oklahomey!

The Knight and I are finally together in Oklahoma City. We have been stuffed and pampered by his parents. I feel like a chicken ready for my culinary demise. The Knight's dad was so kind and flew his wife, Betty, me, and my 170 pounds of luggage (I am not exaggerating, he weighed all of my bags and they seriously weighed that much) to see the Knight on Friday. Since that time, I have eaten food made at home only once. All of my other meals have been served to me by a waiter in grossly over sized portions. That's not to say I haven't enjoyed it. I have. Tremendously. But, when I went running this afternoon, I felt every bite of my food with every step I took.

So, let me tell you a little about Oklahoma City. First of all, it is remarkably flat, especially to a Tennesseean. You can drive on stretches of road that are perfectly level and straight. And, it is much greener than I expected. While TN has been experiencing a near drought, it has been raining here almost every other day.

Our apartment is a little on the dingy side, but it is furnished, quite roomy, and we have free Internet, electricity, water, and laundry services. Plus, every Wednesday the leasing manager cooks a big meal for all of the renters and we can exchange our towels and sheets for fresh sets. There is a really nice pool, which I envision myself using everyday to read the outline for that day's BarBri lecture. (BTW, BarBri on iPod = Best decision I ever made).

Here are a couple pictures so you can see what splendor we are living in ;)
So far, we have visited the Bricktown area, the Oklahoma City National Memorial, and Stockyard City. We ate dinner last night at the famous Cattlemen's Steakhouse, and let me tell you...the steak was phenomenal. I am not a big red meat person at all, but you could cut my filet with a fork, it was that tender. There are still a couple of places that I would like to visit before we leave, but the one place I absolutely refuse to miss is the OKC Museum of Art.

Betty seems happy and the Knight and I are so glad to finally live together, in the same place, at the same time. Now, we will really find out how much we like each other!

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