The kitchen sink (and then some).

Some craziness has been going around here, y'all. I have been meaning to tell you about it, but to be quite honest, when I come home from the work, the LAST thing I want to do is sit down and get in front of the computer, considering that's what I just spent the last 8 1/2 hours doing. So, you, my blog friends, get neglected. So sorry.

First of all, my precious judge/boss fell down the stairs a few night ago, and broke several (like 6-9) ribs and collapsed a lung. He is 80, is already suffering from lung cancer (in the other lung), and now will be in even more pain, considering that it takes MONTHS for ribs to heal. Amazingly, he doing great. He sure is a tough old codger. He is pretty doped up, and yesterday, while one of his sons was visiting with him, Judge's eyes got real big and said "Quick, hit the lights, the GERMANS are coming!" Medicine is f-u-n-n-y.

Now, the doctors are just trying to help him manage the pain and trying to help him avoid getting pneumonia. Please keep him and his family in your prayers.

Second, we are in the middle of a SNOWSTORM! Right now, we have between 2-3 inches, and the snow is showing no sign of stopping. Less than an hour ago, we took Betty outside, and already our footprints are covered up! Betty is in LOVE with the snow. She has never seen it before, and as soon as she got out in it, she started chasing the snowflakes. So cute!

Here are some pictures of our little munchkin (okay, and a video. I guess I got a little carried away. Oh, and just for the record, if you watch the video and you hear a little noise that sounds like a toot, well, it wasn't me. I mean, it was me, but just my mouth. Not the other part. It just happens to be a noise that gets Betty's attention. Okay, back to the pictures. :P).

Betty paws. :)

Sniffity, sniffle.

Oh, so happy!

Posing for mama.

Speaking of Betty, I have started getting emails from Betty's vet. So far, we have received an e-card for Christmas and her birthday, and then a few days ago, we got this one:

Dear Betty Rascal,

Please let your caretaker know that you will soon be due for the following health services:

Rabies (due March 27, 2008)
Leptospirosis (due March 27, 2008)
Htw Test (due March 27, 2008) DHLP/Parvo (due March 27, 2008)
Bordetella (due March 27, 2008)
Annual Exam (due March 27, 2008)
These services are an important part of your healthcareprogram. Your caretaker can learn more about them by visiting your Pet Portal at the Southwind Animal Hospital website:http://www.southwindvets.com/.

I mean, I totally think its awesome that Betty's vet is so "current," but still, it is very funny. And I resent that I am referred to as just a "caretaker." Is that what Betty called me the last time she was at the doctor? I thought what we had was so much more. sniff, sniff.

While we're at it, here's a couple funny pictures of Betty.

She is such a sorority girl.
(For all you out there freaking out right about now, no actual alcohol was used in these pictures. The bottles were empty.)

This past weekend, the Knight and I doggy-sat Reagan (Jess(ica)'s baby). Betty and Reagan are BFF, and for 5 days, I actually got to sleep the entire night through because Betty was so worn out from playing, she didn't feel the need to wake me up at 4:30 a.m. to P!L!A!Y!.

I've been toying with the idea of getting another pup, and now I'm even more torn. On one hand, two puppies means twice the vet, food, grooming, and boarding bills. Also, two dogs would be harder to manage if we went out of town and decided to take them with us. On the plus side, another dog would be a perfect playmate for Betty. She had so much fun, and seemed so depressed when Reagan left. Maybe when we have a house (with a fenced in yard), I consider it more carefully.

This picture makes me laugh. Reagan looks like he's laughing, channeling the Count on Sesame Street, and Betty's all "Hmmm?"

Cute bottoms.

Hmm, let's see what else has been going on? Well, I sewed my first full-length apron. Here is a picture. Keep in mind that this order was for a very tall woman, so it is a tad longer than I would have typically made it. Also, next time, I'm going to put a little pocket on one side and take out the kangaroo pouch style pocket. I don't think it is very flattering, and it kind of in an awkward spot. So much for following the pattern's instructions!

I'm sitting here, and I can't think of anything else to blog about. I'm really looking forward to spring. My sister is turning 16, my mom is graduating from college with a Bachelors in Nursing. The Knight is doing well at work, and I am set to start at the firm in September. Somewhere in there, we have to figure out a time to buy a house. I am itching to get out of this apartment. Every day, it seems smaller and smaller. I am sewing on a tv tray while sitting on a folding chair. WE NEED SPACE!

Oh, as promised, here is a picture of my new hair. I really think it is cute, but then every time I take a picture, I don't like the way I look. So, all that to say, this picture isn't very good. Here goes:

If you really want to see what a complete nerd I am, I will show you. Each season/holiday I try to change the decor of the dining room table to match the occasion. For a while, there has been a "pink" theme, but today I finally welcomed spring...you know, while it was snowing outside. Because that makes perfect sense. More like, because I'm hoping the Ms. Weather sees my table and changes her temperature accordingly.

(Valentine's Table)

(Closeup of the flowers the Knight gave me for V-Day)(Spring Table!)

Okay, well I guess that's all I got for now. I'll talk at'cha later!

Artsy Fartsy is kinda wanting the Knight to get an earring. Would that mean his name would have to change to the Pirate?



I have banished the Knight to the bedroom so he can watch his beloved NASCAR race and I can have the couch to get in my guilty night of Oscar watching.

If ever there was a live equivalent to People's "Stars! They're just like us!" it is the Oscar Red Carpet. I know what you are thinking - here are some of the most famous people, wearing the most expensive jewels and garb, and getting ready to attend an awards show (and at least 2 after-parties) that are ONLY for Hollywood's elite. Okay, so in that respect, it has nothing to do with reality.

But what is JUST like us is the awkward interviews, the uncomfortable pauses, and the interviewer's and interviewee's obvious desire to say something charming, witty, and amazing to please the other person and the millions of viewers. I watched a good bit of Seacrest's and Philbin's interviews, and they were hilarious (the comedy was unintended, I'm sure). Anywho, the next time I experience one of those awkward cell phone calls with a friend where our words are delayed and we end up talking over each other (What? Oh, did you say something? Yes, I did too. Go ahead. No, really, what were you going to say?!?), I will remember these interviews and rest assured that it isn't just us normal folk that experience the awkwardness that makes us truly human.

And, by the way, Heidi Klum's dress literally took my breath away. THIS is what Oscar dresses should look like.

Picture courtesy of http://fabsugar.com/1069282



I know this is old news, but I am so glad the writers' strike is over! Although I have enjoyed not worrying about missing my shows (and replacing my tv watching with sewing), I am ready for some Greys, some Office, and some Men in Trees.

Speaking of TV, I have new hair. Last week, I marched into the hair salon with pictures of Katie Holmes (new bob, but not the one with the straight across bangs) and Tea Leoni and said "I want that." The stylist smiled and went to work. She basically chopped 45% of my hair off, and I am loving it. It is shorter than the last time I got it chopped, but much funkier. I can flip it out, straighten it, hot-roll it, or blow-dry it under in the traditional bob way. I've had it for a week, and only one of those days did I feel like I didn't like my hair (I was having a Berries and Cream moment). I am loving the quick blow-dry and its versatility. Also, when I went to the gym yesterday, I forgot to bring a hairband for a ponytail, but it didn't matter, since my hair it so short now!

So, how was your Valentine's Day? Ours was pretty low key. Some people might think that I would adore a holiday centered around romance, but to be quite honest, I really don't enjoy it. At one time in my life, I'm pretty sure that I was a hopeless romantic filled with all kinds of heartfelt prose and wonderfully thought-out romantic plans for the then-current love of my life. But now, not so much. If someone wrote me a poem...I would be touched, but would definitely have to stifle my giggles.

I think the reason I don't like Valentine's Day is that I am almost always disappointed. I am very creative and a tad obsessive, so when I set my mind to doing something...I DO IT. Full out. Usually, my planning and craziness ends to my detriment. For example, when the Knight and I were still dating, we decided to split the Valentine's Day responsibilities. I was going to provide the meal and he would provide the entertainment. Well, I went out of control. I sewed...SEWED, people....a table cloth and napkins from vintage pink linen. I covered every wall in the dining room with white sheets and strung white lights around room. I grilled steaks, hand-mashed potatoes, baked my own bread, and although I can't remember what I made for dessert, I assure you that I had some sort of complicated, fabulous dessert to accompany the meal. I arranged flowers for the centerpiece, and for the piece de resistance, I handpainted a huge pink and red sign which read "Valentino's" and propped it on a chair outside of the dining room. I spent days shopping, sewing, and planning for this meal. All the while I would think to myself "Hmmm, I wonder what the Knight is going to plan for our date? Maybe we'll go to a play...or perhaps the ballet? I can't wait to see what he has planned for us!"

I'm sure you can tell where this is going, but when the Knight showed up...poor thing was ambushed. He had no idea that I had gone to such great lengths for our dinner, and although he had the foresight to bring a nice bottle of champagne, he hadn't give two thoughts about what we were going to do after we dined. When I asked him what we had planned, he shrugged and said "I don't know...maybe go to a movie?" Naturally, I was devastated and a tad furious. I had spent hours...or even days...preparing for this night and all he could come up with was a movie?!? Unbelievable.

The evening actually turned out fine. The Knight was so sweet and noticed all the little details of my endeavor and apologized for not planning better. We ate dinner, danced in my little rental house dining room, and then snuck champagne into the movie (50 First Dates, I think). All in all, a fun night and a great story to remember.

The Knight and I have been together for almost 8 years now. I used to tease him that the romantic bone in his body is a splinter he got one summer from climbing a tree and that mine was my spinal cord. His - an afterthought; mine - a central part of my body. Now I can see that he is, in fact, romantic, just not in the overt, ooey gooey way. A few weeks after that great Valentine's Day fiasco, we were at a party having a wild time. I drunkenly plopped down into one of the host's antique dining room chairs and proceeded to crack the cane backing of the chair. I was mortified and cried to the Knight about it, but didn't know what to do. Several weeks later I learned that, the day after the party, the Knight came over to the host's house and fixed the cane-backed chair for me...never mentioning a word of it to me.

What was important about that night and the Valentine's Day fiasco is what we learned about each other. The Knight learned that I'm kind of a crazy person when it comes to holidays and I learned that he isn't much of a planner. The Knight knows that these kinds of materialistic holidays are important to me, so now he remembers to do something sweet - he always brings me flowers (or has them sent to me) and last year, he brought Betty to me. I now know not to hold his feet to the fire and have also learned that his actions on Valentine's Day are not the sole and most accurate measure of his love for me.

So, what did we do for Valentine's Day last night? Well, I gave the Knight a gift certificate for an hour-long massage at a local spa, and he gave me a beautiful bouqet of flowers and a card. Of course, I cried, but this year, they weren't tears of disappointment, they were tears for something much, much sweeter.

Artsy Fartsy is currently quite envious of the Bluebook...if only all of life's tough questions could be answered by a comprehensive index.


Update on the storm

The Knight's cousin (let's call him the Brave One) and his family spent all day yesterday sorting through the wreckage, trying to salvage what they could. The Brave One's sister (Brave Sister) was living with him and his wife (Mrs. Brave One) while doing her rotations in Jackson for physical therapy school. I hadn't thought of this when I posted yesterday, but Brave One's and Brave Sister's mom was especially b/c BOTH of her babies were in that house while the storm was raging. I know she is very relieved, as we all are.

Yesterday, Brave One and family were interviewed and this morning they appeared on Good Morning America. They are also mentioned in an article posted on ABCNews (referred to as the Memphis Miracle, even though they actually were in Jackson).

Anywho, Brave Sister posted some pictures of the wreckage on Facebook, and I thought I would share a few of them with you. After seeing these pictures, I am even more in awe of how they managed to live through this.

The front of their home.

Door broken to bits.

Kitchen cabinets crumpled under the weight of the second floor.

The Brave Baby's nursery. This makes me so sad. I'm just glad he is safe!

The garage. The cars inside are totaled, and the red car wasn't there when the storm was over. Obviously, they found it.

The back of the home.

The wreckage is unbelievable.

To me, this picture says the most about the randomness of the storm. The roof is gone, the windows are blown to bits, but the lightfixture remains, and, across the street, the neighbor's home is virtually untouched.


What a night.

In case you haven't heard, northeast Mississippi, Memphis, Jackson and surrounding communities were hit pretty hard last night with a series of at least 6 tornados. Like most people in the area, the Knight and I spent a considerable portion of the evening watching the TV weather updates, looking out window as the sky changed from blue to gray to purple to green to black, and sitting in the bathtub when the TV told Cordova to take cover. As I sat in the bathtub with little Betty dozing in my lap, I tried to frantically think if there was anything I needed to fetch that was a necessity. I looked at her, I looked at the Knight, and I decided that everything I needed was right there.

Thankfully, our little apartment was left unscathed by the storms. In fact, the only part of apartment that looks like a storm came through is our bathroom. I had outfitted the tub with all kinds of blankets, pillows, flashlights, and candles and then I collected all the shampoo, conditioners, body washes, razors and shaving gel from the shower caddy (you know, that thing that hangs off the shower head) and put them on the floor so they wouldn't become missiles while we were hiding in the bathtub. Once the storm passed, I looked at our little storm nest and laughed at my childlike attempt to ready us for an emergency.

Unfortunately, not everyone was so lucky. Around 10 p.m., we got a call from the Knight's mom. She told us that one of the the Knight's cousins had lost everything in Jackson. This cousin is the same age as me, a fellow lawyer, and a relatively new father. He and his wife had recently purchased a new home in Jackson...and the Knight and I had finally visited this past Sunday. When the storm came their way, he, his wife, their baby, their dog, and his sister crammed into the master bath tub at their new home, and hid under a mattress. The next thing they heard were people rushing to rescue them from the wreckage because the smell of gas was so strong around the area where their home used to stand. I'm not exactly sure of the extent of the damage, but his sister reported that from the front yard, she could see the fireplace and an interior closet that she had been using while visiting there. The sister's car is no where to be found, and both the Knight's cousin and his wife's cars are destroyed.

Thankfully (and miraculously), they emerged without a scratch, but now they face trying to clean things up and regain some sort of normalcy. Right now, there isn't a whole lot the Knight and I can do. From what I have heard, there are plenty of people there trying to help, but most are just standing around with little to do. Although I want nothing more to hop in my car and go be with them, I am pretty sure I would just be another person in the way. I hope very soon that we will be able to help them in some way - whether it be extra muscles or extra money.

There are many other people currently faced with a similar situation. You can view pictures of the storm and debris here. Some maybe dealing with the loss of a loved one, and others are nursing wounds inflicted by this horrific storm. At this point, I think the death toll is up to 48. Days like this make me thankful for what I have been blessed with and remind me that we should not take those blessings for granted. I encourage you to help any way that you can - money, food, prayers...whatever.

I cut and pasted some info regarding local charities, if you are interested.

The Salvation Army of Memphis
To donate log on to: http://www.salvationarmysouth.org/kt/memphis/

The American Red Cross To donate to the Disaster Relief Fund for the American Red Cross, call 1-800-HELP-NOW or go to http://www.redcross.org/ .You may also send a check to:
American Red Cross Mid-South Chapter 1400 Central Avenue Memphis, TN 38104

American Red Cross of Northeast Arkansas 630 Walnut Blytheville, AR 72315

The Food Bank 239 S. DudleyMemphis, TN 38104. http://www.memphisfoodbank.org/ (901) 527-0841

Donations of food, hygiene items and money are needed by the American Red Cross, according to Jackson-Madison County Emergency Management Agency Director Marty Clements.To donate, call (731) 427-5543.


Led Zepplin, new Chucks, and Etsy

Today I am feeling very discontent with my personal progress. You may be like this too, but pretty much constantly, I am checking with myself to see how I am doing being a:

1. good dieter - eating right and working out
2. good wife - trying to be encouraging, trying not to "mommy" the Knight, doing my chores, trying to see each other as the people we fell in love with and not just the person we cohabitate with.
3. good daughter/daughter-in-law/sister/granddaughter/friend/etc. - remember birthdays, calling them, do nice things just because, encouragement
4. impressive worker - staying on top of my clerk load, providing concise and accurate legal analysis, trying to figure out how to be successful and respected without growing a penis.
5. proactive with my creativity (sewing, painting, decorating)
6. lifelong learner (reading meaty and interesting books, trying not to be shallow, always staying interested in new developments in the law).
7. good person (volunteering, church, being nice, trying to send cards)
8. AND, of course, the shallow side - trying to keep my closet "hip" and updated, keeping up with current events, trying to maintain a hint of my rebellious youth, even though I am so not either one anymore.

I'm sure there are other roles that I am consistently analyzing and trying to improve upon, but those are the first eight that popped into my head. (and isn't it interesting that being a good dieter is the first thing I thought of?) I look at these "roles" and think a) I am a silly, shallow little girl and b) i need to cut myself some slack and c) know that (a) will never change and (b) is hard for me to do.

Anyway, there is my psycho self-doubt/self-preservation list. Looking at this list kind of reminds me of that Mel Gibson movie where he can hear women's thoughts and 90% of them have to do with stuff related to my list. I wonder if the Knight even has a list remotely like this that he is constantly thinking about and if he does, what does his list contain? Do you have lists like this running in your head?

Artsy Fartsy is thinking that she knew all along it was hip to be square.
P.S. I forgot about my title. Originally, I was going to write about things in my life that I am really enjoying right now - and the three things in the title are part of the list. Seriously - loving the Led Zepplin greatest hits CD. And also, I did get some new chucks. Haven't had some since middle school and to this day resent my mother for throwing them away (to her credit, they did have bad words written on them). And Etsy...well, it is pretty much the ketchup to my french fry. How did I live before discovering Etsy? But then, I got off on a long list of self-criticism, and that was oh so much more fun.

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