Well, I made the mistake of asking my grandma today if she was going to vote. She's always voted, and she's always voted Democrat, so I just thought I'd make conversation while we were in the car. My bad. Discussing politics with a 79 year old woman was a stupid idea. It partly made me sad, because it made me realize how old she's getting. It also made me frustrated because it made me feel like if you're too old to drive, you should be too old to vote. Here are some of the amusing highlights from the conversation...

1. Apparently Obama isn't "Americanized" enough to be the president.

"Why not?" I asked.
"Because he was born and raised in Hawaii."
"So that makes him un-Americanized?"
"Well, they just have a different way of doing things there".

Damn those Hawaiians and their crazy ways.

2. Apparently Obama is interested in helping only the black people of the world.

"He did a lot of good things for Chicago", I said
"Well, he did a lot for all the black people. Chicago is 95% black."

Holy cow! I must've missed it when all but 5% of the white people in Chicago were shipped out.

I love my grandma, but sometimes she's crazy. This might be the first year she's ever voted for a Republican presidential nominee.

my dream job.

I think I've figured it out. I would absolutely LOVE to be a tester for infomercial products. These ads always make the products seem so easy to use. I have a feeling, however, none of them are quite that easy. I just saw an ad for this Point 'n Paint. If it was really that easy to use, people would quit buying brushes, tape, sponges, and all that other crap you have to buy when you decide to paint anything. It looked like this guy stained a door in less than a minute. Amazing! And I've always liked watching the cleaning products, especially the ones you use in the bathtub, that are supposed to remove all the dirt, grime, even rust! You know, one second your bathroom looks like it belongs in a condemned building, the next, VOILA... it looks like a brand new bathroom.

I've never bought anything from an infomercial before. I have been told that the Furminator used to be advertised on TV, but I've never seen it. And if you have a dog that sheds and don't know what the Furminator is, you MUST educate yourself! It's absolutely the best thing ever. My mom told me about it, then within a few days of that, a client at work mentioned it as well. So I went out and bought one, spending almost $50 on the little gadget, only to find out later I could've gone to Amazon.com and spent $35. Oh well. This reminds me Hayden is due for a good Furminating session.

I like being old(er)...sometimes

It's 10:20 pm on a Friday night, and I'm at home. In bed. Watching Real Time with Bill Maher. And I am so okay with that. In my 20's, I would've been mortified to admit I was home on a weekend night with nothing to do. I would've been hitting the bar, charging too many vodka tonics on my Visa card, waking up the next morning, maybe not sure how I drove myself home. I would quite possibly be wearing some of the same clothing I had on the night before, makeup still on, smelling like stinky bar and cigarettes. I would wake up at noon (if I didn't have to work that morning), drive to either Sonic or Braum's for one of my traditional hangover meals, and watch TV on the couch until I was forced to get up for some reason. Ugh. I can't believe I used to eat hot dogs.

Like I said in my last blog, there's nothing I enjoy more than a few friends, a bottle of wine, a good meal, and fun conversation. Throw in a little chocolate for dessert, and it's pretty much a perfect night.

All this talk of wine... I'm going to have to make a trip to the liquor store tomorrow =)

And I just figured out you can spellcheck on here. Fantastic!

Is there a way you can change how you sign off on your posts? Like at the end of my posts, it says "posted by the sweetest girl you know". Some say "until next time" or stuff like that. I want mine to say "peace out". Or something besides "posted by".

what a great time!

Tonight I took a trip down memory lane with some old high school/work girls. Four other ladies, along with myself, had a great time reminiscing about our old days at Jake's Rib. Seeing as how it's been about 12 years since I've worked there, it has been almost that long since I've seen some of these girls! Thanks to Facebook, we all got connected a little while back, and finally made a dinner date. It's funny how you can go so long without seeing a group of people, but fall right into place with them as if no time has passed. Not to mention, it was just nice to get out of the house, away from the craziness of trying to settle into a new home. I miss going to dinners with my girls (and guys)... it seems like it doesn't happen as often anymore - at least not the "let's get together for no reason" dinners. Now it's more like "I'm having a birthday" dinner. I know I could probably be a little more proactive in planning things - I just hate being the one in charge. Maybe that could be one of my resolutions for 2009 =)

do I have to...

because I really waited too late, now I'm tired and I don't feel like blogging... (in tune with Scissor Sisters "I Don't Feel Like Dancin', just not as dancy).

All in all, it was a pretty good day. I had a cinnamon cream cheese danish for breakfast. Yum! Neil Diamond's "Forever in Blue Jeans" was the last song I heard before going to work, so I totally rocked it out during the last 3 minutes of my commute. I double-booked two clients, but it all worked out. I found out a new season of Friday Night Lights has already started. I got to watch Bill Maher tonight, because we have HBO for 3 months. There ya go, my day in a nutshell. Nighty night...

I'm tired of moving.

It really, truly, honestly is no fun at all. It feels like the most never-ending process I've ever had to endure. We have the kitchen/dining room, living room, bathrooms, and laundry room moved over. In the old house, we still have a loveseat and two big chairs, Clint still has his whole office, and all the stuff in the garage. People came today and set up the internet, but I don't know when we'll have cable. I'm having modern technology withdrawals. Why don't you just take my cell phone away from me and send me back to 1982? I need my cable!

Since we are in the midst of all this moving madness, we haven't had time to go to the grocery store and fill up the new refrigerator. Which means we've been getting a lot of fast food meals. And I'm not big on fast food meals. I'm really craving a big salad which fresh veggies, and maybe an organic orange from Dodson's. I'm pretty sure I've gained weight, and I feel like POOP! I'm tired, I have no energy, I just feel so lethargic. In an effort to "energize" myself, I've taken up diet Dr Pepper again. Ugh. Gross! If you've ever read Skinny Bitch, you know that diet soda is liquid satan. As soon as we can get to the store, I'm back to being healthy. And feel free to question me on a regular basis, I need all the ass-kicking I can get.

Okay, so to jog my memory for future blogs, I might try blogging about some of the following next time. This is kind of an idea I'm stealing from my really smart boyfriend.

1. What's happened to the traffic situation in Norman? It totally blows.

2. I am SO FRIGGIN' HAPPY that I'm not a teenager anymore. Was I ever really so obnoxious and annoying? And crazy?

3. My dog is really, truly the greatest creature on the face of the earth.

Let the chaos begin...

the chaos of moving, that is. Clint closed on the house this morning! And while he ran around town taking care of all of the utility transfers, and all of that fun stuff, I was at work. By the time I finally got home, at around 6:45, it was almost dark, but that didn't stop us from moving stuff in the new house! We got almost all of the bathroom stuff, a large chunk of the kitchen stuff, and all of our hanging clothes moved over. The kitchen stuff is pretty organized, the bathroom stuff not so much. Since I have to work tomorrow I'll just drive over there and get ready. As for right now, I'm falling asleep in my contacts and makeup. Hopefully, we'll get quite a bit of furniture moved tomorrow and we can sleep there tomorrow night. I'm pooped!!

So if you don't hear from me for a few days... I might be buried under a stack of boxes!

Reality TV and more...

Well, here it is... My name is Callie and I am addicted to reality TV. Mostly shows on Bravo, such as Project Runway, Shear Genius, Top Design, Real Housewives (of wherever), Tabatha's Salon Takeover... shows of that nature. I LOVE Big Brother and American Idol. I used to be way into the Amazing Race, but I haven't watched it in a few years. I would if I had DVR. I usually don't get into the "trashier" shows, BUT... I caught the first episode of Rock of Love Charm School on VH1, and I am hooked. I have never been so entertained by a group of white trash girls making absolute fools of themselves. It's like the holy grail of trashy reality tv. Absolute heaven.

I also was able to catch a little of John McCain on Letterman tonight, which was quite entertaining as well. He really grilled McCain on Sarah Palin, and whether or not he thought she was really qualified. He also questioned Palin's comments about Obama palling around with terrorists. If you missed it, I'd try You Tube for some videos. You'll love it.

In the meantime, I'm going to do my best to not eat all the little miniature Snickers we got for the Halloween kids. Either way, there won't be any left soon, and I'll have to make another trip to the store. At this rate, maybe I'll just wear an orange T-shirt for Halloween and be a pumpkin.

I'm a little slow...

Because I just NOW realized, this morning, that I had blog comments. I don't know why, but maybe I was expecting a notification letting me know that I had comments. A side effect of Facebook, perhaps? So thanks readers! Hey - I have readers!!

Anyhoo, I feel like crap. Nothing contagious. I know it's just the change in weather, I should've been expecting it. I feel a scratchy throat coming on, and I feel really tired. Yuck! I know I have to get out of bed sometime soon, and get ready for work, but I'm dragging ass. AND, we have to get ready to move. Ugh. I wish we could afford movers.

If I remember correctly, tonight is the season finale of Project Runway. I hope so. I'd like to just lay in bed and be a bum after work. As for now, I'm going to fix some hot tea and go enter the world for a few hours.

thanks, oprah!

Thanks for bringing attention to a topic that I feel very strongly about.

I missed the Oprah show this afternoon. But as I was flipping through the channel guide this evening, I noticed the description of the nightly Oprah repeat. It said Lisa Ling would be visiting several farming operations, to see how the animals we eat get to our plates. As a vegetarian, I was very interested to see the spin on this.

So... Oprah starts off by talking about Prop 2, which is a ballot proposition that will be on the California ballot in this November's general election. It will require larger quarters (by the year 2015), for animals to be able to move in their cage, and allow birds to spread their wings. Lisa Ling then visits two seperate chicken farms, one a cage free facility, then a caged facility. We then cut back to a guy for Prop 2, and a couple people against Prop 2. One is a guy saying that if Prop 2 passes, he'll be out of a job because eggs will start being shipped from Mexico. Another is this dildo of a woman, who thinks that these animals aren't suffering. Even O called her out. How can you think that stuffing 5 or 6 chickens in a cage to the point that they can't move and they're covered in feces is humane? And then the other dude, also a douchebag, tried saying that they make every effort to make the animals comfortable. I know I'd be perfectly comfortable in a full elevator covered in feces. For two years of my life. Oh - this guy just used my analogy!

Okay - now Lisa is going to a pig farm. I like pigs! Not for food, mind you. I gave up pigs for dinner in college. After I learned how smart they were, and I had to dissect one, I said no more! Pretty much the same arguments from a pig farmer. This guy just said they are as comfortable in a pen as they would be in the grass under a tree. Seriously?! A six foot pig in a seven foot long stall. And another guy just said they weren't a factory farm and people usually associate factory farms as a negative place. These guys are killing me. Now we're off to a free range pig farm. Man, these pigs are super cute!! I want a pet pig!

I'm almost done blogging. Oprah gets that this is all about money. This one woman keeps arguing "we'd all like to have more space". That's your argument? I just heard this free range pig farmer say that he believes food is energy. And he believes his animals expend more positive energy, because of their ethical treatment. I may have taken it a step too far, but that's something I firmly believe. I feel it in the way I've eaten the past few weeks. It's one of MANY reasons I became a vegetarian. People - all I ask is that you buy free range meat. Think about what's on your plate!

Peace out, peeps! And eat your veggies!

Hmmmm...

I'm a little bewildered as to why I am still awake at midnight. That's really late for me. It doesn't sound late, and it shouldn't really be all that late, but I'm one of those strange creatures that truly requires at least eight hours of sleep every night, or I'm a grumpy, slow going person the next morning.

The next few weeks are going to be very hectic, I have that feeling. Clint is closing on the house Friday (less than a week), making this new house the third place I've lived since moving back to Oklahoma. I'm really hoping, praying, crossing my fingers that this will be the last place I live for a VERY long time. Since leaving home for the dorms in the fall of 1994, I have moved more times than I care to remember. Maybe one night I'll dedicate an entire blog trying to remember all the places I've lived. All this moving around was fun in my 20's, but for crying out loud, I'm too old for this crap. I think blogging made me tired. My bed is calling.

I've been tagged...

That means I have to figure out how to upload a photo, great...

Okay, so sixth picture in my sixth picture file... is not that exciting. It was the file labeled Ice Storm '07. This is (was) the backyard of my ghetto fabulous duplex at the time. I'll never forget how I woke up that morning to find everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING covered in ice. So I went to the back, with layers of clothes on, and took some pictures. When I went to the front to take pics, I discovered my Honda Pilot under an icy tree. Good times. My car still has damage, and I spent the insurance money on Clint's PS3. Happy anniversary, honey!

I love food.

I really don't know what my problem is today, but I am hungry. Everything sounds good. Really, pizza sounds the best. Or nachos. Or really anything fried. Even beer sounds good, so I am drinking one. There's a little place down the street that is a drive thru convenience store. They have these things called nacho-ritos, and they are YUMMY. I had them almost every day the first week this place opened. I might have to get some tonight or tomorrow. My hormones must be out of control. I'm going to need to spend a LOT of time at the gym next week to make up for this weekend. As for now, I'm off to watch Thursday night TV. The Office and the SNL thing are up next. And I have to go figure out how to best stuff my face.

Fruit flies and John McCain

It's nice to know that I'm not alone... in the fruit fly department, that is. Apparently, everyone else I know is battling with these pesky little creatures as well. Which means I can't wait for it to cool down a little bit. Sweatshirt weather! OU-TX weekend! Halloween! Candy! Election time! Fall is here, and I like it!

Except I will be really happy when this election is over. I'm sick of it already. If I have to pass another McCain-Palin yard sign or spot another bumper sticker, I might have to resort to vandalism. I'm still trying to figure out why so many women in Oklahoma are going gay for Palin. She scares the bejesus out of me. And as I'm watching the debate on TV right now (half ass listening), I'm really made uncomfortable by McCain. Why does he have to stand so close to people? Why does he refer to everyone as his "friend"? Why doesn't he think health care is a right? With every debate I see, I'm made even more certain that my vote was for the right man.

I can't believe that a year ago, I was getting ready to go to Mexico. I guess now I'll have to settle for a Corona in my living room, and a Mexican lawn boy. I can barely afford a meal at On The Border.

weekend entertainment

This was a busy weekend. Even on my normal Monday was jam packed with stuff to do, and I didn't get to enjoy it as much as I had hoped. Saturday morning I went to work and did a couple of brow waxes, then came home to watch the OU game. We then went over to Clint's grandparents house to watch the rest of the game, eat, and visit with family. It was pretty exhausting, so I went to bed a little early. Then Sunday was my little brother's 21st birthday, so we went to Celebration Station and had a family day with my family. It wasn't nearly as bad as I had originally anticipated. We ate lots of pizza and birthday cake, rode the go-karts, rode the bumper boats (my best idea EVER), and played putt-putt golf (which I suck at, btw). Well, that was even more exhausting, but we still had to come home and do some work. So... Monday, my sacred "time to myself" day of the week, became the "lets take the recycling to Norman and see how many fruit flies we can kill with apple cider vinegar and Lysol" day. We did drop off a lot of recycling, but we still have a lot of cardboard in the garage. And we somehow became infested with fruit flies over the weekend, so we got to experiment with ways to kill them. Now I have a headache because the house smells terrible.

On the bright side, I got to finish Season 1 of The Riches.

pityriasis rosea

I missed yesterday, but not on purpose. I have limited access to the internet, until Clint is finished downloading the Practice on the other computer. It's amazing how I went so many years without the internet, at least 20-something years, now when I don't have it, I feel like I'm lost. I research everything on the internet. If I'm not feeling well, I go the internet to diagnose myself. About a year and a half ago, I came up with a really crazy rash all over my body. Freaked me out! It was when I had just moved back from Tennessee. I've never had an allergic reaction to anything, so I didn't think that was it. It didn't itch, it just looked really gross. After my internet research, I convinced myself I had scabies. Before driving back, I stayed at a nice beach hotel in Myrtle Beach, so I thought maybe I caught the hotel cooties. It was terrible. So I made an appointment with my dermatologist (who is a mean old man), and it turns out I had something called pityriasis rosea. He wrote me a two week prescription for Valtrex, which it turns out, is ridiculously expensive at CVS if you don't have health insurance. I only got a week long supply, because I couldn't afford to fill it for another week. But, alas, it went away, and should never come back. I guess it's kinda like chicken pox. Grown up chicken pox without the itch. And really big ugly spots allover your arms and legs. Gross.

Shitzu happens...

My dog is spoiled. He is gaining weight and getting fat. We feed him the right amount of food, but he gets too many treats covered in peanut butter. So we decided to mix things up a bit and try out some different dog treats. We found some peanut butter and honey flavored biscuits (which he LOVES), but they are really small. Hayden's a big boy, so these are like Skittles to him. Guess what else we found? Doggie fortune cookies! I kid you not! They look like real people fortune cookies... until you smell them. They're chicken liver flavored. They even came with directions. Direction number 2: Read fortune to dog. Hayden's first fortune - Confucious says: Shitzu happens. I can't wait to see what his next fortune says. I wondering, can you really beat "Shitzu happens"? Stay tuned...

My goal next week is to get my phone set up, so I can take pictures from my Blackberry and send pictures to my blog. I'm not tech savvy, so it could be interesting.

my first blog...

Bloggety blog blog blog.

So, here I am. I am blogging. I accepted a challenge from my dear friend Laurie Lou to blog every day. I have blogs on my Myspace page, but those are few and far between. In fact, I think my last one was in December of 2007? So, this will be quite the challenge. As I sit with with little to say, I'm wondering why I'm even doing this. I have a feeling, though, that I will become addicted soon. Hmmm... what am I thinking?

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. The side that the crazy Callie wakes up on. The mean Callie with ice cream cravings and crying spells. Sometimes it sucks to be a girl. I had an almond butter and jelly sammich with Fritos for dinner. It totally reminded me of a paper sack lunch in grade school. All I needed was a Capri Sun.

I voted today. By absentee ballot. Yeah, I voted for Obama. And Andrew Rice for Senate. Bite me, Inhofe. I hate your stupid ads that trash talk Rice. For your information, Andrew Rice is NOT too liberal for Oklahoma. But you are too old and crotchety.

In TV news, I am addicted to Project Runway. I am disappointed that Kenley didn't get the boot tonight. She was a favorite at the beginning, but she's turned into a rude, shrewd meanie.

I am now going to consume some hot tea, drug myself with Nyquil, watch Top Design, and pass out. Over and out. Hugs and kisses. Peace and Love. Au revoir!