That Time I Lied To College Roomie for One Month and Three Days (Part III)

 "I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." ~ When Harry Met Sally

First off, can I just say how sweet all of you guys are?  I've loved your comments and emails about this little blog series.  It's been a blast for me to hear everyone's excitement over the engagement of my friend!  I love that you're all so invested in the story.  Just in case you're new around here, don't miss the first and second parts of this trilogy.

I thought that it was only fitting today to have the future bride and groom take it from here.  Well, with some commentary from me (in orange) because, let's be real, I don't want to miss out on the fun!  So, College Roomie and McCain, take it away!

Before, During, and After Dinner

 

What SHE was thinking: 

·         I’m hungry.  Mmm, McAlister’s Deli would be deli-ishicious.  Deli – deli-ishicious.  Ha!  I’m so clever. 

·         Tiff needs McCain’s con law book, which appears to weigh as much as my head.  Law books are hefty. 

·         Random thoughts about the Stillwater weekend shenanigans as Tiffany gave the highlights (*For the record, it didn’t seem like she was stretching out the stories or giving too many details – I was not suspicious in the least.  Which means she’s always so thorough in her story-telling or I’m oblivious.  Maybe both.)

·         Hey!  She drove right by Smith’s.  I was promised ice cream! 

·         Hmm – going to my house first.  Something’s up.  Could it be…?  Nah – stop thinking silly thoughts. 

 What HE was thinking:

·         I hope the ring is still in my car. (It had to wait there over night because there was no way to get it inside without the Eagle finding out).

·         I hope Tiff remembers to ask for the Con Law book. 

·         Okay – the Eagle has flown.  I have a lot to do.

·         First – set out the white lights on the back deck.  Hmm – not enough white lights for Plan A.  I’ll run to the hardware store when I go to pick up the roses. 

·         Hardware store doesn’t have them.  Maybe Smith’s will have lights?

·         No lights at Smith’s. Maybe it’s time for Plan B. The lights will work inside too. 

·         Got the roses in hand, now all I have to do is pay for them. Let me just reach for my wallet and  . . . if only I had my wallet.  Oops…. 

·         Okay – wallet – check. Run back to get the roses. Now ready to get set up.

·         De-pedal the roses.  With Flo’s (the cat) help. 

·         Set out the tea light candles to form a path through the entryway to the living room.  Flo’s still helping. She wanted to try out a couple of different spots for a few of the candles.

·         Arrange the lights and pedals to form an arc from the living room into the dining room. 

·         Receive text from Tiffany that makes it sound like they are en route to the house. 

·         Frantically light candles (after putting cats in the office so they aren’t able to help with the whole fire part).  The stick lighter is out of fluid, good thing I bought matches for no real reason a few months ago.

·         Wait in office with a clear view of where car will park upon arrival.  Wait.  Wait.  Wait.

·         Text from Tiffany: “Just exited.” Where is the car? No time to figure it out.  {The interstate, for the record.  Exited the interstate.  Note to self for next time I help someone with this, be more explicit.} She read the book faster than I expected, better run to get in place. Ring is ready. Wait. Wait. Wait.  Maybe Tiffany’s text was misunderstood?  Peek my head around the corner to see how things look. Nobody’s here. False alarm.

·         Set the ring on the sideboard so I’m not scrambling to find it as the Eagle is landing.

·         Go back to the office and wait. There’s the car. Okay – now they’re definitely home!  Places. 

 

While Reading the Book in the Car

 

What SHE was thinking:

·         This is it.  This is THE proposal. 

·         But it wasn’t going to happen until April.  I was so certain. 

·         Wow – I’m flabbergasted.  I totally did not see this co-***FLASH OF LIGHT***…

·         Tiff:  Excuse the flash photography.  Carry on.  Keep reading.  {What?  I was told to take pictures for crying out loud.}

·         Last line in book:  “Come inside and follow the path to start the next page in our book.”  {FYI it was a book that McCain made of photos of their relationship.}

Walking Into The House

 

What SHE was thinking:

·         Awww, he left the door unlocked so I don’t have to be digging around in my purse for my keys.  I hate it when the keys are at the bottom of the purse and – ugh, seriously, College Roomie, you’re thinking about THAT?  NOW?  Focus. 

·         Candles.  How beautiful.  Don’t trip on the fire.  That would ruin the mood.

·         Follow the path….  Roses?  Lights?  Oh my double goodness – this is amazing.  And that guy – that one right there – he’s the most amazing. 

 

 

 What HE was thinking:

·         I hope she doesn’t trip on the candles.  {Seriously, they both think of this?  You know they're soulmates.}

·         I hope none of the candles blew out. 

·         I hope she liked the book.

·         I wasn’t nervous – but I heard that door and now…here we go.

 

 

 What TIFF was thinking:

 

     · I drank WAY too much water at dinner.  I really, really have to pee.  I wonder if I could quietly get to the bathroom?  How big is that bush over there, would that hide me?  Don't think about running water, don't think about running water....

The Proposal

 

What HE was thinking:

·         I have to say what I want to say without getting choked up. Don’t be like Chandler.

·         Ok, so that’s not quite happening.

·         This is such a perfect moment. Hopefully she doesn’t think I’m rambling.

·         She said  . . .

 

What SHE was thinking:

·         He’s wearing my favorite green and white striped shirt.  I know that’s no accident.  He’s so sweet and thinks of everything.

·         These are the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard in my entire life.  I need to remember them verbatim.

·         Don’t blurt out “Yes, of course,” until he’s done talking…. 

·         Agh!  He’s getting down on one knee.  How did I somehow convince this guy that he should keep me around forever and give me a gorgeous ring?  I am the luckiest girl in the world. 

·         Okay – now! 

AND SHE SAID….  “Yes, of course!” 

 

 

And he slipped the ring on her (shaking) finger. 

 

 

And it was the most perfect beginning imaginable. 

 

And then College Roomie waved me in from the car, there was lots of crying, screaming, pictures and I finally got to use the bathroom.  Alls well that ends well, folks.

 

I could not be more excited about the upcoming wedding.  No one in the world deserves to be happy more than my best friend.  Good job, McCain (and my matchmaking skills) for making that happen.  Let the wedding planning begin!  (For the record, I don't look cute in halter tops.)



That Time I Lied To College Roomie for One Month and Three Days (Part II)

"Love doesn't make the world go 'round.  Love is what makes the ride worthwhile."  ~ Franklin P. Jones

In case you missed Part I, click here.  And the saga continues....

August 28, 2012. 5:45 pm. McCain calls and says he is changing up his proposal plan and it could cause some delay. I express the fact that I dislike delay. He says that the new plan will allow me to be involved in the proposal. Making it about me. Smart kid, he is. We formulate the new proposal plan and he says that we can aim to do it next week. We refer to College Roomie as "The Eagle" now. Every good secret plan needs code language. We were talking logistics, when he had to go because "The Eagle has landed in the driveway."

August 29, 2012. 7:25 am. McCain informs me that he called College Roomie's step dad and asked him to go for coffee. Only one problem. Her step dad did not know who was calling him. He told McCain that he had the wrong person. McCain had to say, "No, sir, this is McCain, you know, College Roomie's boyfriend?" Her step dad said, "Oh, good, I could not figure out why some random guy would call and ask me out for coffee." HA! McCain forgot to tell him not to tell College Roomie about the coffee plan. I voluntered to handle that.

August 29, 2012. 8:00 am. I leave the following voicemail for College Roomie's step dad. "Hey Step Dad, it's Tiff. Listen, I know that McCain called you this morning and I presume that you know why he wants to take you for coffee, but just to be safe here, you can't say anything to College Roomie. McCain forgot to tell you, so I told him I'd call and tell you to keep your mouth shut. So....keep your mouth shut. And let's have dinner soon!" I've got to do everything around here.

August 29, 2012. 3:05 pm. McCain informs me the coffee meeting will happen tonight. He further informs me that the project he was working on for the proposal has been completed. Monday will be the night of the Eagle. My job is to get College Roomie out of the house. I ask him what we'll do if she does not want to go out to dinner. He says he does not know. I say, "Dont' worry, I'll fake a nervous breakdown and she'll come out with me. I'll cry if I have to." He's lucky to have me involved.

August 29, 2012. 6:30 pm. McCain convinced the step dad to give him permission to marry College Roomie. Good work, since this morning he did not even know McCain's name! I asked what McCain said to the step dad. I stopped him half way through because he made me cry. I'm becoming some sort of sap. We're planning on Monday for the big event.  Oh, and step dad said that I was talking so fast in the message I left him telling him not to tell College Roomie about the coffee meeting that he didn't know who I was either.  Ha!

August 30, 2012. 2:00 pm. I text College Roomie and ask if we can do dinner on Monday night. No response.

August 30, 2012. 5:00 pm. Text message from McCain: "The Eagle flies on Monday." I text back, "The Eagle will not return my text message about dinner."

August 30, 2012. 6:15 pm. I call College Roomie to ask about dinner on Monday. No answer. I leave a message. She's going to feel real bad for ignoring me come Monday when she figures out what's going on.

August 30, 2012. 7:17 pm. I almost hit "publish" instead of "save" on this blog. Holy crap. Be careful, Tiffany!

September 2, 2012. 5:45 pm. I got the following text from McCain: "You may get some resistance to dinner on Monday. She is talking about wanting to stay in." Shoooooot.  She's already making this wedding stuff complicated.  Bridezilla in the making?

September 2, 2012. 6:00 pm. I text College Roomie to confirm we are going OUT for dinner tomorrow night. She confirms, but asks if McCain can come along. I think, "No. He can't. He has to set up for your proposal you silly girl!"  Of course, I couldn't say that.

September 2, 2012. 6:30 pm. I text back saying we need to have some girl time to talk about boy troubles and it would be strange if he was there. I said we could meet up with him after dinner at their house for ice cream. This should have raised suspicion for two reasons. (1) I have no boys with whom to have troubles. (2) She knows good and well that I've said more inappropriate stuff in front of McCain than any poor dude should have to hear. But she bought it. Whew.

September 2, 2012. 7:00 pm. She confirms dinner. The Eagle flies on Monday.

September 3, 2012. 11:35 pm. McCain cannot get away to give me the item I need in order to help with the proposal. We hatch a plan that when I pick her up, I will ask to borrow his Con Law book and that the necessary item will be hidden inside. We so could have run something like the underground railroad with this level of sneakiness.

September 3, 2012. 5:00 pm. T-minus 1 hour. I take a shower to look cute in the post proposal photos. I'm getting nervous. What if I cry before it's time to cry? What if I slip and say something at dinner? There is a reason why girls don't do this!

September 3, 2012. 6:00 pm. I arrive to retrieve The Eagle.  We go to dinner.  I drag it out until McCain texts me the green light to come back by telling College Roomie every. single. detail. about my weekend in Stillwater.  I mean, things like, "And then we went to the Penny where Blonde OSU Girl ordered a Michelob Ultra and Loud Oklahoma Girl ordered....." you get the idea.  She probably thought I was crazy.  At one point, she brought up the fact that she thought McCain might propose next spring, close to their anniversary.  I bit my lip so hard it bled.  She was so clueless.

September 3, 2012.  7:35 pm.  We head back to College Roomie's house.  She says, "Shouldn't we stop for ice cream?"  I said, "No, let's go by your house first" and just kept on talking about other things to distract her.  But I ended up distracting myself and took a wrong street.  I said, "Where did your house go?!?!"  She said, "It's still one street over like it always is."  Nerves may be getting to me. 

September 3, 2012.  7:40 pm.  We pull up at College Roomie's house.  She asks why we had to come there first.  I hand her the book as I was instructed.  She reads half of it, and begins to cry.  I cry.  She says, "What is going on?  How long have you known about this?"  I said, "Just keep reading!"  She finishes the book, and says, "What do I do now?"  I tell her, "Go inside, and leave your to go box here.  You may need your hands."  And then said, "Don't forget about me out here in the car waiting!"

Will she say yes?  Will she yell at me for lying?  Will I die of a heart attack waiting in the car?  Stay tuned tomorrow for the completion of our trilogy, written by College Roomie herself!

That Time I Lied to College Roomie for One Month and Three Days (Part I)

"We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness - and call it love - true love." ~Robert Fulghum, True Love


Yesterday, I promised you a good story.  This is is so long, it's going to have to be a three day trilogy.  Just for the basic background you need, here is a visual.

July 31, 2012.  10:35 am.  McCain calls and we're talking about work and what not.  He says, "Do you have time for coffee this week."  I think to myself, "This sucker knows I don't drink coffee, what does he want?"  Then he says, "We have important matters to discuss."  Now, the lady-like response would be, "Well certainly, coffee sounds lovely."  My bull-in-a-china-closet-self response was, "You better not be jacking around here and important matters better mean what I think it does."  He says, "Let's just say we should not tell College Roomie that we are meeting."  That was all I needed to hear.  Cue tears.  What is it about weddings and proposals that flips some sort of hormone switch in girls??  Sheesh.

July 31, 2012.  2:00 pm.  I enlist the Oklahoma Girls for help.  I knew generally what kind of ring College Roomie wanted, but was not totally sure on the diamond cut.  The four of us girls do group emails about random stuff every day.  So....Blonde OK Girl sends around an email about her dream engagement ring and we all jump in and show ours off.  (Sidenote:  BOKG said that she was really liking "simple" right now, and then proceeded to send us a $51,000 ring.  Another blog for another day, that one is!)  College Roomie, so trusting and unsuspecting, played right into our hand.  When I passed the intel on to McCain, he was impressed at my handy work.

August 1, 2012.  1:30 pm.  McCain and I meet for coffee.  After some small talk, I finally smack my hand on the table and say, "Let's get down to business."  Turns out he had already looked at rings and had an idea.  He showed me on his phone--it was perfect.  Completely perfect.  But, he's cautious, so he wanted me to see it in person.  We devised a plan for he and I to meet on Sunday afternoon at the jewelry store.  He had a work meeting that day anyway, and would just pretend it lasted longer.  I vowed to ignore College Roomie's questions about my plans for the day.  We talked about the proposal plan, which I approved of.  I also got him her step dad's phone number and discussed the plan for them meeting to ask for permission.  I will distract her, I promised, even offering to fake a nervous/mental breakdown if necessary.  Go big or go home, kids.

August 1, 2012.  7:00 pm.  College Roomie and I had weekly dinner at my house.  She asked me about my day and what I did.  I completely lied and said I just stayed at the office all day.  No mention of the aforementioned coffee.  I almost slipped once and said, "Yea, today McCain said....." but I caught myself.  Close call.  When she left, I said, "Tell McCain I said hi" you know, for good measure.

August 4, 2012.  7:55 am.  I rifled through a bunch of boxes in my laundry room to find a little red one that contains the ring that College Roomie bought when we faked we were engaged and went to a wedding show.  Why, you ask?  Because McCain and I don't know her ring size and I'm clever and resourceful like that.  We both thought that given events occurring shortly after that wedding show that pretending to be brides might have jinxed us about getting actually engaged.  Clearly that was not the case for College Roomie.  Jury is still out on me.

August 5, 2012. 2:00 pm.  I met McCain at the jewelry store.  Can I just say I now have a newfound appreciation for what boys go through?  This stuff is stressful.  What size?  Shape?  Clarity?  Color?  Type of gold?  I was about to break out in hives.  Best part of the day?  The sales lady is filling out her form and says, "So you want 18 karat" and I say, "Whoa lady hold the phone, how big is this ring?"  Ha...turns out she meant 18 karat gold, not an 18 karat ring.  I feared McCain was buying some sort of engagement medalian.  Oh, and it was tax free weekend and we were at the mall, so ya know....I bought myself a new outfit or two.  What?  I called it my "I'm not getting a ring, but I can get a new skirt" shopping spree.

August 16, 2012. 8:00 am.  McCain called to tell me he was the official owner of a ring.  I told him it was time to get this show on the road because I'm DYING not telling College Roomie anything.  Plus, me and the other Gossip Girls have been planning their wedding and we really need to get some input from her.  Since she's the bride and all.  He says he needs some time alone to work on things.

August 17, 2012.  3:00 pm.  I text McCain the following, "College Roomie and I are having lunch tomorrow.  I still see if I can drag it out to buy you some time."  He wrote back thanking me for the info and said that he would use his time wisely to work on the proposal stuff.

August 18, 2012.  1:00 pm.  I meet College Roomie and her sister for lunch.  McCain is there.  While College Roomie orders, I say, "What the heck are you doing here?  This is not time used wisely."  He said he had been at the office and needed to eat.  I find this unacceptable, but kept my cool.

August 21, 2012.  2:30 pm.  I email McCain and tell him that this blog I am working on about the proposal is getting entirely too long.  I demand a timeline on this proposal.  Patience is running low.

Stay tuned tomorrow for Part 2 of our little trilogy....

Photos of the Week - Week 25

Did you guys miss me? I know at least a couple of you did. The Oklahoma Girls both emailed me to see if my blog was broken since there had been no post since Friday. That's friendship, girls. :) Prepare yourselves, this post is pretty all over the place.

First off, I am guest blogging today for Liv over at Sunshine and Daisies. Be sure to check me out and hear my thoughts on bucket lists!

Secondly, I wanted to explain the lack of posting. On Friday afternoon my friend McCain and I headed to what must be the most remote location in New Mexico to be with College Roomie when she said goodbye to her dad. (For those of you who might not remember--and who care about the relationships of people on the blog--these two date. Thanks to yours truly. I know, I know, I'm awesome.)

Although it was a tragic occasion, I have to say, the trip itself and the people who we got to meet were wonderful. Be expecting a blog soon where I rant and rave about how great small town people are. Shocking, I know. And I also want to thank all of you who were so kind as to send comments and prayers to College Roomie and her family. You guys are the best. Now, back to the story.

And finally, I'm going to do a little catch up on some photos. Even though we really were in a beautiful place, I only snapped one picture. Here is McCain, trying to stand and just the right angle to get enough cell service to send a text message. LOVE it. Shortly thereafter we drove to the gas station in town because the owner, Chuck, apparently has some connection with the cell phone Gods and gets service. And I mean not just texting--phone call service! Now...do you see why no blogging happened?

Anyway, I dove back into the archives for this week's photos. Hope you enjoy. I'll be back on track next week with our regularly scheduled programming.

Theme: Project 64 - Goldenrod

This is another one of the shots I took at the Santa Fe National Cemetery a couple months back. The sunflower was the perfect shade of goldenrod! Go visit the other entries at Project 64!

Theme: Quotography - Summer

In honor of the fact that Girls Weekend 2011 is ONE MONTH....you heard me right, girls....ONE MONTH away....I knew this photo and quote was perfect for the My Perspective Quotography theme. Here are the Oklahoma Girls on our bay cruise back in 2008 all bundled up in hoodies and ski jackets. Cannot wait to be back there again (you know, except the whole running 13 miles thing...)

Theme: Red, White and Blue

I know you gys might be getting sick of my photos from the Korean War Memorial in DC, but I just can't tell you how much I love that memorial and how moving I think it is. I really liked this shot of the soldier with the red, white and blue wreath in the background. Check out the other entries on Friday at Live Every Moment!

Most Eligible Bachelors

"I've seen enough to know I know what I like, it's the hard-workin', head turnin' rugged type..." ~Reba, I Want a Cowboy

Well, as I patiently wait for Mr. Right to make his appearance and sweep me off my feet, I couldn't help but notice that MSN posted a slideshow last week of the most eligible bachelors in the world. Well, I would hate to miss out on meeting Mr. Right by not reviewing this list.....so, a few thoughts for you.

First, if I had a magic wand and could make any of thse guys appear at my door, my top two choices would be......drumroll please.......

George Clooney.

Now, I realize that this does nothing to dispel my friend McCain's idea that I have a thing for older men. Which I really don't. But, let's just say if George Clooney showed up at my door, I'd let his old man self in without a second thought. I don't know what it is about him....maybe his eyes. Or maybe that he played Dr. Ross, who was just enough of a bad boy to be really interesting on ER. Whatever it is, he's on the list!

Chris Pine.

(Photo courtesy Contact Music)

Not going to lie, never heard of him prior to reading this list. And two things drew me in. First is the eyes. Is that not the prettiest color of blue you've ever seen? Second, he looks big and athletic. Which is very important for me to consider in a future husband so that I can live out my dream of being a mom to a college football player.

And I'll give first runner up to Curtis Stone.

He's cute, has an accent and can cook. I need a guy with all three of those qualities in my life.

Second, I have to admit that none of these boys get a 10 from me. (Not that they care and since I'll never meet them, that statement will never bite me in the you know what later.)

Here's my problem.....these boys probably spend more time on their hair than I do. Their hands are probably softer than mine, their skin exfoliated weekly and they no doubt spend time in a spa. This is all fine......but not up my alley.

I'm looking for a guy who likes to get his hands dirty and ride a horse and hang out at a stock show. A guy who likes cattle and sheep and wants to spend the afternoon analyzing which bull semen to order. A boy that knows how to melt my heart with an ag college-type compliment. Someone who wears boots and looks good in a hat and can talk farming and diesel engines with my Dad.

So.....if anyone comes across a list of guys like that (or even better...happens to know one in person) let's send him my way. He could be Mr. Right you know! And you might even get credit on the billboard that I've mentioned before....

October Updates

“One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.” ~Unknown

Another month down....time seems to be going by like crazy!

Coming Full Circle.
A while back, I mentioned that I attended the Junior Livestock Sale at the State Fair. It was really fun to be there as a buyer--it felt like things had really come full circle for me after having sold animals there for several years growing up.

I still maintain that the 4-H and FFA show programs are the very best activity that a kid can be involved in. I love that the program helped make me the person I am, and I love being able to give back to it now!

My Blog Could Save a Life.

Hopefully you remember my blog from last month reporting on my Happiness Project goal of volunteering. Well, last week I got a great suprise that seriously made my day. One of my friends, Colorado Girl joined the National Bone Marrow Registry after reading my blog!

Now, I write this blog for myself mostly---to get my thoughts out and to have somewhere to look back on my life and see what was going on. But the fact that my blog convinced her to join the National Bone Marrow Registry, and potentially to save someone's life is so exciting and humbling. Thanks, Colorado Girl for making me feel like there is a chance I could make a difference! If you are interested in joining the registry, click here.

Wedding Bells.
Happy news regarding my blog about the 33 rescued miners in Chile. A couple of weeks ago, 5 of them proposed to their girlfriends. You can read the full story here. Apparently sitting in a mine for over two months makes you realize how much you love someone. (Perhaps that's where Mr. Right needs to be hanging out.....)

(Photo by Hugo Infante)

Quote of the Month.
The trend of two quote winners continues. The Blonde Oklahoma Girl continues her reign, but we have a new addition to our list of winners.....Coach McCain. Well, he didn't actually say the words, but he found them and sent them my way, so he gets credit.

First, the Blonde Oklahoma Girl. You may or may not have heard, but there was an earthquake in Oklahoma last month. Insane, right? Well, we were discussing how stressful that was and about whether tornadoes or earthquakes were worse. She decided earthquakes were. First, you have no warning that they are coming. And second: "How's is a doorway or desk really going to help you when the freaking earth cracks open?"

Second, McCain was reading an old brief (legal document where lawyers make arguments to the court) and came across this line: “Defendant's counsel is not behaving like a member of a learned profession, but more like a caged monkey flinging crap.” He claims that this statement was not written about him, but I have my doubts.

(And, in case you are curious, the worst name I have been called so far in a legal document has been a "circus gypsie.") But I've only been practicing for a little over a year. Give it time.

DON'T FORGET.....enter in this month's giveaway....click here and leave a comment by Thursday at 9:00 pm!

Margaritas, Field Goals and Marshmallows

"A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world." ~Lois Wyse

Well, today is the big day.......as I mentioned in a prior blog, I have moved into the "late" category of the twenties. (I know Texas Lawyer disputes this, but I still maintain that 27 means late). In light of this, some celebrating was in order. And instead of celebrating one birth day, I celebrated a birth weekend. The theme of which was: Margaritas, Field Goals and Marshmallows. Here's a recap.

Margaritas

So on Friday night the Loud Oklahoma Girl flew in for the weekend!

And to kick things off, a whole group of my absoultely fabulous friends went to dinner at El Pinto....a great Mexican food restaurant. People from the home town, people from college, people from law school, and even post-law school friends showed up....they are all pretty darn great if you as me! And, despite my initital fear that I had gotten lost on the drive, that I would miss my own birthday party, and that we might get killed, everything worked out quite well.

Field GoalsYou all might not know this about me, but I really like football. Shocking that it would be part of my birthday, I know.

Anyway, the Loud Oklahoma Girl and I hit up hot yoga at 7:00 am. This was us leaving the house at 6:30. I was about as excited as I look.

After hot yoga, we invaded Brett-Brett's house because of his incredibly comfy couch, big screen, and Direct TV Sports Pack. Oh yea, and because of his company too.... Anyhow, we spent several hours watching games (including my Cowboys beat up on K-State!!)
And, while we were there, Brett-Brett's brother came by. He happened to have been a football star at UCLA and he let me try on his Rose Bowl ring. Looks good, no?
Then, it was time for the "field goal" portion of the birthday weekend. My friend McCain happens to be a high school assistant football coach. And he agreed to get us onto the field to play football for my birthday. Now, at the risk of sounding like a 13 year-old boy, let met just tell you, that I could not have though of a better birthday event! I'll let the pictures speak for themselves, except to say that I made the VERY FIRST field goal that I attempted. Yea.....someone has to introduce me to Dan Bailey because we could be raising some future college kickers!

Marshmallows

After a long afternoon of hard football workouts, we hit up College Roomie's house for dinner and smores in her new fire pit! And in honor of Betty White and Sandra Bullock in the Proposal, there was some dancing around the fire...

The weekend ended with a 5K.....let's just say that all of the exersion at football practice combined with all of the eating I did proior to the run on Birthday Weekend was NOT conducive to being successful at the 5K. However, it was technically a "run/walk" and we did exactly that...so maybe it wasn't all bad! And Cousin W finished her first race ever! ConclusionI'm so lucky to have such amazing friends who participated in the birth weekend. My birthday is always a little hard for me....you might remember that I lost friends in two car accidents this time a few years ago. I'm so grateful to have people in my life who help me focus on the happy and who help to make my birthday so great!

Red Dirt, Football and Brad Paisley

“If it's not fun, you're not doing it right!” ~ Bob Basso

Phew. I'm exhausted just thinking about everything I did over the weekend. Here's a little taste for you!

Friday

I had my one year review at work. They didn't fire me. I call that success! Below is a picture of what I came back to in my office from my secertary and paralegal. The paper says, "Here's a box to pack your stuff. We'll miss you!" But they did put a cupcake inside, so all was forgiven.

After the review I made mad dash for the Junior Livestock Sale at the State Fair. It was fun to be a buyer....talk about seeing the other side of things! I don't have my picture yet, but I will do an update and include it when it arrives.

Then on Friday night I went to the Eli Young Band concert at the State Fair with two friends....we'll call them the Twins' Girls. Trust me---I needed my Red Dirt fix! I listen to the music constantly on my iPod, but there is just nothing like a good ol' live Red Dirt concert! And Eli Young has some awesome songs---Guinevere, Small Town Kid, Oklahoma Girl (which incidentally I'm pretty sure was written about me...) Great night!Saturday


I got the firm tickets to go to the UNM/Utah football game. My Aggie Friend said she would come along.

Now, let's be real....I'm not a Lobo. I did get a law degree from here, but long before I set foot in that law school it was clear that I bleed ORANGE and everyone knows where my allegience lies. And I wore my OSU shirt--we were in the process of beating up on TU, so I had to support my boys! (And, FYI....I was NOT the only OSU fan in the crowd--another guy had his orange an black on supporting the Pokes as well!)
Anyway, I didn't care that UNM was going to get killed (one of my bosses referred to the game as the slaughtring of the wolves). All I know is that I got to see a top 15 team play college football live.....it was a great night under the lights (until they went out an we had to take a little break). Seriously, I have said for years I will watch any game, any time, any where and have a blast.
We made it through half of the 3rd quarter before making a break for food and better games on tv. We actually saw UNM score once and everyone cheered. That was about the only good point for the Lobos, so I was sure to snap a photo.

Sunday
Sunday afternoon I headed out to the Brad Paisley Water Tour at the Hard Rock. College Roomie, McCain, and Aggie Friend all bought lawn tickets for the show and had a blast!There were so many great acts....Steel Magnolia, Josh Thompson, Easton Corbin, Justin Moore, Daruis Rucker (aka HOOTIE!) and Brad. Because of all of the excitement, I will be doing another post just on this alone....so stay tuned! Let's just say that if a certain singer was not married, we would have very cute children, and I have the picture to prove it! :)