December in Pictures

 On the beach in Miami.

 The happy couple.

 Macy with the Freedom of the Seas in St. Maarten.

 Magan's Bay, St. Thomas.

 From Left: Sheri, Macy, Ashley, Mike, Katy, Curtis, Frank, Betsy, and Sarah at the Schooner Bar in matching PJs on Christmas Eve.

Our last night on the cruise, wouldn't be complete without a bunny :) 

Merry Christmas, and Happy Early Easter.

For additional pictures and information about the Smith/Engelbrecht family cruise, please visit joyridersforjesus.blogspot.com

Love, SES

December in Words

December has been a month to remember.  It began with a few days in San Antonio to learn about title and to visit my favorite San Antonians, Maggie, Rusty, and the little Bug, Carter Grace.  Immediately following, I made an 18 hour run to Oklahoma for a baby shower for the soon to grace our presence Lottie White, which was cut short by a tire blow out in my rented Chevy Malibu.  Lucky for me, cute Officer Kennedy from the OKCPD was there to save the day and a Sooner fan at Firestone rushed my repair right on through so that I could make it back in time for the game.  After tea, cake, hugs, and kisses with some of my favorite people at the shower, I was back on the road to Dallas to make it to Jerry World by 5:30 pm just in time for a beer and some Sooner Magic against Nebraska, one last time.  Fast forward to the following Friday...off to Miami for the wedding of two of the most wonderful people I know, Lauren Gibson and Matias Bilbao.  A lovely rehearsal dinner was capped off with a late night in South Beach and the best cocktail I have ever had - some thyme and lemon concoction that I just could not get enough of.  The next day brought room service for breakfast with Ninny and Pina Colodas in the sun with the girls and the boys, followed by what has to be one of the most memorable weddings, and receptions, I have ever been to.  Can anyone top a full blown dance circle before the main course was served?  I don't think so.  The next morning, back to the airport with Kendall, Ninny, and Lindsey.  Chaos almost killed me, but Paul was waiting for me back in Dallas so I made it through.  Fast forward again to the following Friday...SFCP madness ensued.  The next day, off to Orlando to meet my favorite people in the world - Curtis, Ashley, Mike, Sheri, Frank, Betsy, Katy, and Macy, for what amounted to the best Christmas on record...

7 nights on the Royal Caribbean Freedom of the Seas

I danced on the promenade, in the piano bar, in my room, on the dance floor, at the casino, and on a catamaran.  Played put put, played in the kiddie pool, decorated gingerbread houses, played blackjack, craps, roulette, and trivia, went to the library, dove into the book return, ate steak, ate more steak, ate lobster, ate fish, ate johnny rockets, ate pizza, ate more pizza, and ate a crepe.  Drank wine/pina colodas/beer/vodka in our room, in the dining room, at the top of the ship, at the front of the ship, at the casino, at the piano bar, in st. maarten, in st. thomas, and in the library. Went to Midnight Mass, saw an ice skating show, did the bunny hop, sang Oklahoma AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, met a very nice blackjack dealer from South Africa, accepted a marriage proposal from said dealer, arranged my dowry with my dad, and took a yoga class.  Got a tan, got a sunburn, got a hangover.  Slept like a baby.  Slept like a kid on Christmas Eve (oh wait, that was on Christmas Eve).  Played, and fell, in the waves at St. Thomas and St. Maarten, and rocked, and fell, with the waves on the ship.  Bought presents, received presents, gave presents, decorated stockings, Christmas trees, our state room, and braided Santa's beard.  Sang carols, sang the Beatles, sang Frank Sinatra, sang Elton John, and sang Oklahoma (see above).  Lost money, won money, lost more money, didn't care because I was flirting with aforementioned blackjack dealer.  Gambled with my dad, partied with Uncle Mike, speculated about the fuel consumption of the ship with Curtis, made the rounds with Ashley, shopped with my mom (and for her), laughed with Aunt Sheri (and at her), played with Macy, danced with Katy, took pictures, made memories, and really and truly Joyrode for Jesus...and had the very best time of my life just spending time with my family, enjoying the Christmas spirit, and celebrating the true reason for the season :)

I returned home on Sunday to sea legs and the flu.  But, I'm back in business, and I still have one day left to make merry in December.  Off to Austin tomorrow for NYE 2010.  As evidenced by the last thirty days, it should be, no doubt, quite an eventful affair.

Hope your holidays were as happy as mine, and happy new year to you all!

SES

It's Christmas Time in the City...

Here is a glimpse at the real life "hustle/bustle." I can't get this image to move down, but here is the small crowd in Macy's. I get hot just thinking about it. You can't see the line Russ!

Here's my Review:

Trip Advisor! Last weekend, I went to NYC. There is something to be said about that city during Christmas time- it's almost magical. Here is a short recap of my weekend:

Thursday:

I never thought I had a "morning problem," but catching a 6am flight was torture. Yes, it got us to New York earlier, but it took lots of caffeine to keep me going all day. Our day started out at Serendipity. I know, it's a cliche tourist spot, but it's our tradition. We don't even get the Frozen Hot Chocolate! It was well outfitted with Christmas decor and very charming. From here, we hit the streets to shop and sight see. Our adventures lasted throughout the night. Literally. It was about 8pm and we had been walking all day and decided it was time for dinner. With shopping bags in hand, we headed to the Lincoln Center area. I have always wanted to see the Lincoln Center lit up, because this picture is used in so many movies. Well, I finally got my chance. I built it up in my head.

We went to a Mexican restaurant nearby called Rosa Mexicano. It was delicious but reminded me a lot of Dos Caminos. One of them had to rip the other off. Did I mention my mother and I had to change shoes? Yes. She was wearing cute little loafers and I had on uggs. Note to self, leave your cute shoes at home. After dinner, we got a Taste-D-Lite and headed back to the hotel.

Friday:

Oops I did it again. Friday morning I headed to the Today show to see my friends. They were all there except Al, and the crowd was so large I had no chance of making a TV debut. I stood in the freezing cold for about 30 minutes thinking to myself... WTF am I doing. Tons of Tweens and ME. But I saw my friends Matt & Meredith, so it was well worth it.

Friday day, we shopped all day long. I think I was stuck in a Macy's for 3 hours. Their Macy's has much more to often- everything from Gucci to Chanel! It's crazy how much more high-end their store is. Friday afternoon we took a pit break to eat at DBGB Kitchen. (Lower East Side) It was definitely one of those places that when you leave, you think, I would highly recommend.

We stopped by Eataly, which I had really been looking forward to- but I have 2 words...no 4 words: Amazing, but TOTAL CHAOS. It was like Eatzi's on massive steroids.

Our night took us to Broadway to see Buddy the Elf. One of my favorite movies brought to life. It did not disappoint AND they had sippy cups for your wine. After Broadway, we picked up a slice of pizza and called it a night.

Saturday:

Saturday started out just like Friday- on to more shopping. For lunch, we somehow ended up at Rockefellar Center. Well, I know how- we went for me to look to see if they had this J Crew belt and I got all "Hangry" (My new word for when I get hungry and angry) and I needed nourishment fast. We went to a cafe in the building. It fit the bill, and I got to watch the tourist hot spot - the ice skating rink.

I cannot tell a lie- I did make a special stop by "Dash," the Kardashians store. There was a line out the door. I stopped to snap a picture and lost a glove. After I turned the corner, I realized I was Michael Jackson'ing it with my glove attire. Luckily when I went back to Dash- there laid my isotoner on the ground. Whew. It was too cold to go gloveless.

Saturday evening brought us to the Rockettes. I have seen them several times, but they never get old. They are NYC Christmas time. Thankfully, they let you have drinks in the auditorium, so it was a great time. From here, we went to Dos Caminos, because it's just my absolute favorite. Something about their white Sangria.

Sunday:

We had a 1pm flight, so we did not have much time in the city. Our morning was spent trying to snap my Christmas Card pic. Stay tuned!

Did I mention I am still thawing out from the cold? You'll have to forgive my non-exciting writing skills today, but hey, I tried. I wish I were still in NY. I love love love that city.... It's Christmastime in the City.....

Twas Thanksgiving Eve.

It's Thanksgiving Eve, do you have your pie made? If not, I have a last minute treat for you. It's as easy as 1,2,3. Literally. Everyone has their celebrities that they like. I seem to like some of the oddest ones: Elton John, Cher, Matt Lauer and Meredith Viera (I consider them celebs) and Kristen Chenoweth.

Did you know her real name is Kristi Chenoweth?! I think she is just so talented, but I must admit, sometimes her squeaky voice does get on my nerves. She is an Oklahoma native and carries a deep love for her home state. This makes me like her even more!

I was reading her book not to long ago, "A Little Bit Wicked," and came across this recipe. Strange that this biography had 2 recipes in it, but they got my attention. So here you go: Butter Finger Pie

Ingredients:

Graham Cracker Crust Pie (I bought the pre-made)

6 King Size Butterfingers

12-ounce container of Cool Whip

Steps:

Crush all of your butterfingers up. (I put mine in a plastic bag and rolled over with a rolling pin)

Once Butterfingers are crushed, mix them with the Cool Whip (all of the cool whip)

Once all mixed up, place all in pie pan

FREEZE the pie

SERVE with a smile

If Bart Simpson is at your Thanksgiving table, he'll be very thankful! "Don't lay a hand on my Butterfinger."

POTTER FRIDAY

In high school, I used to love to watch Rosie O'Donnell's afternoon talk show.  She was so funny, and liberal, and my dad hated her, so I thought it was kind of rebellious to watch her and laugh.  Plus, I loved A League of their Own back in those days, and as a result, I loved "Ro."  One afternoon, in the fall of my junior year, she had a British children's author on the show to promote the release of the third title in her series.  Rosie introduced JK Rowling to the crowd, and everyone erupted in applause.  I had never heard of her so I decided to pay attention to something else (probably my dog Abbey Road, may she rest in peace).  Jo and Rosie began to chat about the novels, and I couldn't figure out if this was a book about a real boy who pretended to be a wizard or a boy who really was a wizard.  Rosie was going on and on about how much she loved this "Harry Potter" and asked Jo if she would read a passage from the newest novel.  This was when I really started to pay attention.  I love hearing authors read their own work, so I dropped what I was doing and tuned in.  JK Rowling then opened the Prisoner of Azkaban and began to read from the scene where the dementors pay a visit to the Hogwarts Express and, in turn, meet Harry Potter (to this day, this remains one of my favorite scenes).  By the time she had finished I was fully mezmerized.  Two hours later, I had purchased my first copy of the Sorcerer's Stone.  (It was a paperback, and, in case you are wondering, I have since purchased two others: a hardback edition and a French translation).  Three hours after that, I started to read Harry Potter.  At first I still had my doubts.  I am going to be perfectly honest, I was still confused about where the story was going.  Back in this day and age, I had never even heard of Dumbledore before.  Just imagine picking up Harry Potter for the first time before the movies, the theme parks...before all of the hype...it was all completely new to me.  And, it was, for lack of a better word, magical.  By the time Harry made it to Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor, I was fully and completely obsessed.

Eleven years have passed since I saw JK Rowling on Rosie.  A lot has changed (including Rosie).  Today, the novelty of Harry Potter is gone.  I know every character, every place, most of the spells, and how the story ends.  Nonetheless, last night at the Midnight premiere of the Deathly Hallows Part One, my heart was pounding as the movie opened with the meeting of the Death Eaters at Malfoy Manor.  I cried when certain sad things happened that I don't want to give away for those of you who I am still holding out will one day pick up the books.  I laughed at Fred, George, and Ron.  I clenched my fists and held my breath and even screamed a bit...on the inside.  Harry gets me every time, and the Deathly Hallows Part One was NO EXCEPTION.

With all of the books published, and only one movie premiere left, there isn't much left to discover in the amazing world of Harry Potter.  But, for me, there is still nothing better in the world than a day spent just enjoying the greatness that is Harry.  I may be hallucinating (I'm so tired today because I am an old woman who can't stay up past 11:00 pm on a weeknight), but I still feel the same magic I felt when I opened that first book at the recommendation of Rosie O'Donnell in 1999.  And, I am having yet another amazing day because of it.  Everyone, do yourself a favor and go see Deathly Hallows, or rent any HP movie, or better yet, start reading the books.  Rosie O'Donnell and I both promise, you will not regret it.

I love the boy who lived,

SES

Insurance

As a little Sarah, I didn't know much about the topic of insurance. I knew that when people asked what my dad did for a living, I was told to say "insurance." And that when my mom took me to the doctor they always asked for our "insurance." Well, over these past few weeks I have grown to love my insurance more than I ever thought I would. I have three types right now: home, health, and auto. My health is just fine, thankfully, because those problems are real problems, not "it's funny to blog about them" problems. The home and the auto, however, are not fine, and are very happy to be insured right now.

The home is suffering from a damaged bathroom sub floor. The source of this damage was a leaking AC that was fixed in early October, but left a lovely little reminder known as: water damage. The story goes like this: I decided to get new tile. I went to Home Depot, and picked out new tile. Then I scheduled it to be installed. A plumber came out and unhooked my toilet. He put the toilet in my bath tub and planned to come back the next day to take it out. The tile guys arrived. They tore out my old tile. They found a very large section of rotted sub floor. They couldn't put in the tile. The toilet remained in the tub. Two contractors, one plumber, and one insurance adjuster later...I am now scheduling to have my tub removed, my sub floor replaced, my entire tub surround replaced, new baseboard put in, and, you guessed it, new tile. Hopefully, this will all be done by Turkey Day. Most likely, it will not be done till Christmas. Just kidding, but not really, I'm a pessimist. What have I learned from this? The showers at lifetime fitness aren't that bad. And, I really love my home insurance.

The auto has only been suffering since this morning when it was side-swiped by a lady who decided to turn left from the center lane, across the left lane that I was driving in. She didn't care to look to see if there was oncoming traffic that would interfere with her illegal turn, and I was lucky enough to be on the receiving end of her carelessness. Poor Glenn (my 05 Jetta), is now black on the passenger side (he is white everywhere else), and very embarrassed to go out in public. What have I learned from this mishap? That when my dad says, and I quote, "SUCK IT UP, it could be a lot worse," he means it (and he knows insurance). And, I really love that the woman who hit me has auto insurance.

So, everyone, be thankful for your health, your happiness, AND your insurance this week. You bet your ass I'll list that as one of my "I'm thankful for's" at one of my three Thanksgiving dinners next week.

I'm protected,

SES

Pretty Paws

Do painted nails make you happy? ME TOO... BUT are you sick and tired of your nail polish chipping 3 days after your manicure? ME TOO. It wasn't hard to talk me into paying 15 more dollars for my manicure to have the "Shellac" process. What is this process you ask? I am going to tell you.

"Shellac" is a soak-off hybrid between a gel and polish. Soak off gels look just like polish but last longer, in part by being cured onto the nail with an ultraviolet lamp. The gel must be applied and removed by a professional. The nail tech paints on a base coat, 2 color coats and top coat- after each coat, your nails are set under a UV light. Not only do you leave with impeccably dry nails, you leave feeling secure knowing you'll have great looking nails for days to come.

A noted downfall- Removal takes longer. Acetone should do the trick, but a nail tech may need to scrape the crumbs of gel off. (I actually haven't gone through the removal process, but I hear it's easier than they say.)

It only took 5 years to make the product, but now women everywhere can go to the nail salon and leave knowing they will not have to pay to have their nails repainted for the following weekend. I have had my "Shellac" on for almost 2 weeks and it still has not chipped. (see above image) However, I do have some complaints:

1. You can clearly see the nail growth at the top of my nail bed... but hey, 2 weeks of red nails with no touch up? I'll take that any day!

2. As much as I love having red nails, I am really getting sick of it- but I refuse to remove it, because I want to se how long it will last... I almost feel like I am testing the McDonald's french fry.

3. My particular nail salon only offers 10 colors. All generic colors.

Give your paws a treat next time you get a manicure

Da Vest

What is a sleeveless garment, often having buttons down the front, worn usually over a shirt or blouse? The answer is, a “vest.”

I love vests. You would think I was a hunter, I wear so many vests. I was driving to work today, in my vest, and I started thinking about my obsession with the vest. I feela little manly loving vests so much, but I have to remind myself that the vest is no longer just a part of the 3-piece suit. (Can I say the word vest one more time? I am on my OWN nerves right now.)

If you are still reading, I promise to limit my “vest” term usage from here on out…if possible. Here are some vest trends I am loving.

The Fur Vest. I DIE:

Rachel Zoe made a name for the faux-fur vest while keeping PETA happy the entire time. Her faux fur vests sell for under $100 on the QVC website/network.

The Puffer Vest. Another favorite of mine. Let’s say you had a few too many and some late night food the night before? Put on a puffer. Not only will you hide your bloat,you will still look stylish and you most definitely will be comfy. Oh dear, now everyone knows my “puffer wearing” secret. Next time you see me in a puffer, please don’t automatically assume I ate/drank too much:

The $425 Moncler Puffer. Most recently, Sarah Jessica Parker was seen cruising the streets of Manhattan with this on. My body needs this:

Gold Puffer, by GAP

The coolest vest. My favorite, and on my body today:

Isn’t this the best?

Ron Burgundy can have lamp, because I LOVE VEST. Hope your holidays are full of cheer and maybe a new vest or two.

Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

I was going to hold off on posting this message, due to the nature of it's content and the fact that it may be old news, but I feel as though it's my civic duty. I have a public announcement to make: Mimi, formerly known as MARIAH CAREY, has a new CD out: "Merry Christmas II You" is now in stores.

That's right. Mariah has made a new Christmas CD. If you have any Christmas music sense at all, you and I both know that Mariah Carey's first Christmas CD is the best Christmas CD ever made.

I am a firm believer in not starting my Christmas music listening until the day after Thanksgiving, but I am shaking things up this year and starting early. Mariah's new CD just puts me in a jolly mood and makes me want to run home and put on my Mrs. Clause suit. (I wish I were lying.)

My initial thoughts- It's going to be another favorite. And don't worry, "All I want for Christmas" is on there! For Mariah's sake, I hope the new CD is a hit, due to the bun in her oven. (Someone has to raise the kid.)

Here are some other wonderful Christmas Selections. (I know I am leaving out many of my favorites.)

-Most Wonderful Time of the Year

-Baby, It's Cold Outside

-Rocking Around the Christmas Tree

-Feliz Navidad, Jose Feliciano

-Christmas Wrapping by the Waitreses

-Blue Christmas, Elvis

-Happy Christmas (War is Over) - John Lennon

-Step into Christmas, Elton John

-What are you doing New Year's Eve - Rufus Wainwright

-Grown up Christmas List" - Amy Grant

-Wonderful Christmastime - Paul McCartney

Wow, I feel like I need to be cozied up to a fire, with a glass of wine and Lucy Le right now. It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.

Hello.

It has been awhile, folks. Don't worry, ww&gs has not dropped off the face of the earth. It is true that one of us moved to OKC, and it is true that we have both started new jobs, but the future is bright my friends, and so are the glowsticks. We aren't going anywhere.

I am rounding up week 2 of my fabulous new job that has kept me out of Addison for a solid month. Yes, it is great. I even got to spend two weeks on Spring Break travelling to Edmond and Austin for ACL Fest and sleeping everyday till Noon. You can't beat that.

I don't have anything particularly amazing to talk about today. I am currently frustrated by several things (namely politics and the likes of Sarah Palin and the Tea Party), but have chosen not to air those grievances here. You can thank me later.

This weekend promises to be fun and spirited (pun intended). I love Halloween (sometimes). This year should prove to be particularly special as I get to spend it celebrating the upcoming nuptials of one of my dearest friends and her wonderful fiance. I love spending time with my wonderful friends :)

I don't have much else to say, but I promise to be around more in the future. I know you can't get enough of me.

Rhonda, I hope you are wearing sunscreen in Mexico.

Jamie, good luck tomorrow! Run like the wind!

Love,

SES

White Wine (yes they sold it in sports bottles) and Glowsticks at ACL.

Photoshop Me NOW.

Trying to visualize what you would look like Gisele Bundchen sized? (probably a little shorter, but just as thin, of course) Well, I have the tool for you:

http://www.empowermephoto.com/products

Send Empower Me Photo a current picture of yourself, and they will slim you down. The image will give you a a positive, empowering visual affirmation of a healthier, skinner you. The website will put your slimmed down image on magnets, wallet size photos or stickers.

Cheapest product on the website is $19.95, so I suggest you get with your friend that knows photoshop. But just think of the snacks you might miss by looking at your "Gisele" body magnet on the fridge.... hey, it's a start.

(This is a total "Monday, I had to much to eat over the weekend" post.)

Who's Space? MY SPACE.

Myspace, a place for friends....4 years ago. Last evening, I finally decided to delete my Myspace account. I never knew how difficult this process would be. To delete one's account, you have to confirm that you really want to take this action 2-3 times on the website, then you receive another email confirming that you really want to delete the account. Finally after confirming about 4 times, that yes, I am done with myspace, I got an email saying that my account would forever be gone in 24 - 48 hours.

It is ironic to me that the day after I give up myspace for good, they launch a new logo:

I sure hope myspace doesn't make a comeback. After logging on to my mypsace account and having not updated the information since 2006, I wondered how much had changed. To my surprise, not much. Still in love with the Today show, check. Still want to meet the Roloff's, check. (Little People Big World) Still like to "always look on the bright side of life," double check. Still wanted to own a bakery....well...... not so much. Ever since I lost my work's bake-off, I haven't been too confident in my baking skills. (this is a work in progress; move over martha stewart)

But how about the profile song? What would my profile song be today, if I still had my account? Well, that my friends, would depend on the day....However, this thought brought me back to a happy place. The days of pimping out my myspace background and adding music to my profile. And then there would be those days where the song wouldn't load...what a pity.

I have no idea where this post is going. All I know is, I no longer have a Myspace account. Goodbye Myspace, hello dignity, good to see you again.....and if I had to choose a theme song for today it would have to be the Cure's Friday song:

I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too Thursday I don't care about you It's Friday, I'm in love.

What can Blu do for YOU?

While out on the tiz-own this past weekend, I noticed a young man with his pants pocket lit up. I immediately thought that he was packing glowsticks, so I confronted him. "Excuse me sir, your pocket is lit up, what are you packing?" Hoping to get a glowstick or two out of my terrible conversation, I was shocked to find out he was packing cigs. "Blu Cigs." What I had mistaken for a glowstick was actually a cigarette charger cartridge filled with 5 more cigs ready to go. Essentially, he was carrying around a battery pack in his pocket...full of electric cigs.

What are Blu Cigs?

Blu is the best electronic cigarette in the market, not only because of its unique flavors, but also because of our industry-exclusive pack. The pack charges your batteries on the go and allows you to carry around 5 cartridges together with two batteries in a high-quality plastic case that is similar to a normal cigarette pack in size. Additionally, our patented cartridge produces more smoke than other electronic cigarettes and provides a more authentic experience that feels and looks like traditional smoking - without the tar and carcinogens.

Blu is not a traditional cigarette and does not burn tobacco so it can be smoked in areas where normal smoking bans are in place like bars, restaurants, planes and offices. Blu produces water vapor that is odorless and disappears in several seconds. You should always check with the location before using blu.

While Blu is a cheaper, safer alternative for real cigs, it still contains some nicotine. As for me, I still feel like I was on an episode of the Jestson's. Electric Cigs? What will they think of next.

If e-cigs are old news, please let me continue to think i discovered something really cool. Thanks.

What does your Facebook Profile Pic Say About YOU?

Truth be told, I do not like my Facebook profiile picture, but I can't bear to update it, because it showcases me and one of my favorite people: Meredith Viera.

I was reading an article today about "what your profile pic says about you." I couldn't resist the urge to share this diagram with our loyal readers. I hope it is legible for your reading pleasures. If not, you can find the full story at http://www.brandflakesforbreakfast.com/.

I am suspecting I will receive a lot of "your friends updated their profile pics" in my newsfeed today.

Enjoy!

Jury's in, I think this is too small for any human being to read. Do yourself a favor and check out the link.

It's Here

I woke up late this morning, but didn't rush. I got ready, sent some emails and tidied up a bit before I put Paul in his kitchen and headed up to Addison. I'm going on very little sleep, but a great deal of excitement, because this weekend Oklahoma and Texas converge on the Cotton Bowl in Dallas, and I can already smell the Fletcher's wafting all the way up here to Addison from Fair Park. Red lipstick, waxy beers, shit-talking, the aforementioned Fletcher's corn dogs, pocket shots, amazing friends, the fair, and OKLAHOMA FOOTBALL will all come together this Saturday for what many of us consider to be the best day of the year. Sorry Santa, it is even more exciting than waiting for you to stuff our stockings on Christmas. It is OU/TX, and it is only five days away. This year we are ripe for a Sooner victory. So, I say this with every ounce of my being and more wholeheartedly than I have said it before this year (because there is a lot of truth to it after this past Saturday, thanks Bruins): BOOMER SOONER...TEXAS SUCKS!!!!!!!

I can't wait to lose my voice on Saturday :)

Peace, Love, and Bob,

SES

The Times They are a Changin'

As was pointed out to me yesterday afternoon by my dear friend Neil Ferrari, as of late I have been merely a memory on the pages of WWandGS. I have no excuse other than no time, but I don't think I have been that sorely missed, as my co-blogger Rhonda continuously "blows me out of the water" with her posts. Nevertheless, I am back followers, and for a very important reason.

Today marks Rhonnie's last day at work in the Taco Bueno empire. And, as of next week, she will no longer be a Dallasite. That's right friends, she is heading to Oklahoma, where her heart has always truly belonged. This breaks the heart of this half of WWandGS, but warms it at the same time. I think the word you are all thinking of right now is, bittersweet. In March we said farewell to Maria Verde, and in September we will say farewell to Rhonnie C. She insists this is only a "see you bloody soon," but I insist that it just won't be the same here without her.

I moved to Dallas 5 years ago in August to go to SMU Dedman School of Law. Rhonnie joined me here one year after that. We weren't super close in college, but I was very excited to have her here because I knew that she was a wonderfully unique and kind individual. We quickly became close friends just living one floor apart from each other at the Post Meridian. And, I can say, that the past four years in Dallas would not have been nearly as amazingly zany as they were had Rhonda not been here roaming around. I wish I could recount all of the memories that we shared here together, but I don't think there is enough space or enough time to do so. I do, however, have enough space and time for one :)

Every Christmas Rhonda finds at least one occasion to wear her Mrs. Claus costume to one function or another. Two years ago, she wore it to a party that was attended by just about everyone we know. I think Rhonda Claus may have had one too many egg nogs before she made it out the door, but she made it, nonetheless, in full red and white gear with a bag of candy canes to hand out in tow. We made our way to Zephyrs and ordered a round of cocktails. The place was pretty empty still, but was slowly filling up with all of our friends. We started to move about the room, chatting and drinking along the way. About an hour after our arrival I noticed Rhonda dancing on the dance floor with a bunch of people none of us knew. Just Mrs. Claus and some elves. The next thing I knew, Rhonda hit the floor in full blown splits. What a show off. People were very impressed. Who knew Santa's wife was so flexible? I sure didn't. Rhonda then needed a little help getting off of the floor, so I gave her my hand and walked her over to the bar. It was at this time that she told me it was time for her to go home. I asked her to stay, she refused, and said this, "Sarah, I need to go, but please, someone has to hand these out for me." Rhonda then handed me a baggie of mini candy canes and impressed upon me the importance of distributing them to the patrons at Zephyr's. "I promise, Rhonda, I will hand them out, now let's get you in a cab." And, dear readers, I handed out every single candy cane for Mrs. Claus that night. I wanted to make sure that her memory persisted even though she had to leave. And, Rhonda, I make this promise to you on the eve of your departure from Dallas, I will always hand out your candy canes at Zephyr's, you don't even have to ask. There is no way Dallas is ever going to forget you.

I love you Rhonnie C. Good luck in OKC :)

See you bloody soon,

SES

Little Monsters

I love theme parties. I was packing my apartment up this past weekend and taking my clothes down to my car. In one stack of clothes I had a Santa Clause outfit and a 70’s Disco one piece. My instant reaction was not, “I feel a little strange about this,” it was, “I need a theme party in my life, right now.”

To my luck, Halloween is right around the corner. While I will be out of town for the actual Halloween celebration, I am hoping to get some dress up time for the annual “Wig Out” party. (Watch out Oklahoma. The tradition is coming to a city near you.) This is a time to put on your best wig and carve pumpkins and just wig out.

Below is a picture of our 2007 Wig Out Winner! Recognize her? Me neither.

The purpose of this post is to talk about 2010 Halloween Costume Trends. What will people be wearing at your costume party… or Ghostland Observatory show?

Top Trends, according to Party City:
1. Lady Gaga – I could have told you that one. Nobody better show up with fresh meat.

2. Vampires – again, duh. When did America become so obsessed with vampires? Stupid Edward Cullen.

3. 1980s…say what?

4. Jersey Shore Cast Members – go Snooks

5. Roman and Greek Inspired Costumes

6. Movie Inspired – think iron man 2, toy story 3, avatar and Alice and wonderland.

7. Immigration Costumes – probably politically incorrect, but there are some real jokesters out there. Think border guard costumes.

8. Celebrity Scandals – Think Paris Hilton “and her friend’s purse”

I missed Halloween last year, due to a 4-week prior bender of weekends. I had to put my life on hold for a weekend to relax, and that weekend just so happened to fall on Halloween.

Due to missing my favorite holiday, I began thinking of costume ideas November 1st, 2009. Here are some great ideas: be one of those fruit ladies- get a basket of fruit and put on your head. Or… be a red hat lady. Wear all that purple and red glitter jazz and get a group of girlfriends… or be a McDonald Character. I have always wanted to be one. (but not Ronald)

One of my worst Halloween costumes: I was going to be a “fat tourist.” You know that one piece that is khaki shorts and a Hawai top with a hula hoop in the middle? It was terrible. I had to return it… to only get a store credit. …. Oh and that year I was a German beer girl. Costume gone all wrong. BIG SIGH……

Word to the wise: don't go for the "sexy." Original outfits are best. And you can never go wrong with a "humor" costume.

Bored?

I had an immature moment this morning, and as the newscaster was talking, he said something that set him up for a true, "That's what he/she said" scenario. I found myself rolling with laughter.

It amazes me that this "one line" can turn an ordinary sentence into something amazing and worth laughter. It got me thinking- is there a website with these great one liners? There is.

http://www.twssstories.com/

Personally, I think these are just okay... but if you are bored at work, knock yourself out.

I long for the day I have a Dwight Shrute in my office. Be sure to treasure the 7th Season of the office, as it's Steve Carell's last. Season premiere is September 23rd.

Trip Advisor.

I would be breaking a W.W.A.G.S. rule if I did not give you a full recap of my last vacation. I have been busy, looking busy, and I have not had time to catch you up on my Labor Day Weekend trip to the great city of Chicago. Souvenirs were had, let me tell you.

We arrived in the Windy City on Friday morning. First on the to-do list: Shopping. We stayed on Michigan Avenue, so getting around to the stores was very easy. We lunched at Ralph Lauren Café- and I highly recommend this cute little place. It was the cutest/peppiest café, and it was quite tasty… but one Bellini led to two Bellini’s… which led to a broken glass and Bellini all over our table. (moms) Beware if you use their restroom. To use the restroom, you must go down an elevator which opens on both sides. I did not realize this, and all of a sudden someone came up behind me- I screamed to the top of my lungs. Thankfully, I could warn my traveling partner (mom) before she entered.

Friday was filled with more shopping and the John Hancock Signature Room. There’s nothing like $15 drinks and a view off the 96th floor. I am not even being sarcastic when I say, I think the high priced drinks are worth the view. Saturday evening was spent consuming more food at Giordano’s Pizza. After a few beers, and 4-inch thick pizza, I wobbled back to our hotel room.

Then came the dropping of temperatures. Whoever told me that I would be fine in summer clothes in a cardigan should have to pay my Gap bill. Wind picked up, and temperatures dropped. We had to invest in new, warmer clothes while we were there. Trying to be efficient, we purchased sweat shirts that were on sale… but the sweat shirts were the same…..

Saturday, we woke up, put on matching sweatshirts, and headed for the Architectural Boat Tour. Another one of those things that I think are a MUST DO. I learned so much on this 90 minute boat ride. This tour guide knew his stuff. It was cold, but it was worth it. And if you are thinking about going- you can drink on the boat. It was 9am, and I was cold, so I opted for a Pumpkin Spice Latte.

After the boat tour- it was CHICAGO CUBS time. GO CUBS GO. My mom and I are not the biggest sport enthusiasts, but there’s nothing like a Cubs game. It’s just a staple when you go to Chicago. The stadium is so unique and such an experience. Hot dogs and beer led to souvenir shopping, one of my favorite pastimes.

Saturday afternoon was spent doing a little more shopping- by Saturday evening, we were both worn thin. We went to dinner at “Bandera,” which is owned by the group as “Houston’s.” It was much like Houston’s, so it was great comfort food.

Sunday, we woke up and hit the streets of Chicago once again- first on the to do list- go see the BEAN. I have always wanted to see the Bean, but when I finally saw it, I wasn’t as excited as I thought I would be. It was kind of one of those things- “my aunt went to Chicago but all I got was this lousy t-shirt” kind of moment. I went all the way to Chicago and I only took 2 pictures at the Bean. We did a little more sightseeing and headed on home.

It was a great weekend, and I was the ultimate tourist- I had my Chicago book in one hand, and my “to do” list on the other. I know I am leaving a ton of the weekend out, but I have had a big weekend since Chicago….and maybe, just maybe, lost a few brain cells.

Back to work.

Unspeakable

Although I usually choose not to speak about this man, because it literally makes me ill to think of him, I believe I should mention him today. Mark David Chapman was denied parole today for the sixth time since 2000. He is currently serving a 20 year to life sentence in New York for the murder of John Lennon on December 8, 1980. I believe that the world was robbed of a very special soul on that day, almost thirty years ago. I often imagine what the world would be like if he was still around, and I truly believe that it would be a more beautiful place. John's message was so simple, and so true. He wanted nothing more than for everyone in the world to understand that we are all deserving of love and peace. Mark David Chapman broke the hearts of so many people when he took the life of one who can never be replaced. I believe his parole was very rightfully denied.

John Lennon, I wish you were still here today.

Cookie Monster (in my best cookie monster voice)

Cookie monster. That’s what I am. I love a good cookie, and I have been ripped off lately. Eatzis failed me, Starbuck’s failed me (thank goodness the pumpkin spice latte did not fail me), chips ahoy fail me every time I stoop low and have one, and this “Carol” cookie semi-failed me this past weekend. Yesterday, I decided to take my cookie obsession into my own hands. I was determined to get a “worth the calorie cookie.”

And guess what, I WON!

They are called “Brookies.” They are 1 part brownie, and one part cookie. You see, you make a box of brownies, and then you make the cookie dough. (must let dough chill) When you go to roll the dough, you use a larger than normal amount (about ½ cup of dough). You make an indention in the center of the cookie dough and insert a baked brownie in the center. (1” x 1” cube will do) After the brownie has been inserted in the center, you pull the dough over the entire brownie, so it’s hidden in there. Only 6 will fit to a pan, but since you are using so much dough, you will probably only have 2 pans worth.

The end result: HEAVENLY.

What could make it better? A scoop of Vanilla Blue Bell Ice Cream and some hot fudge. I would suggest using this cookie recipe for the dough- it never fails me: (can use any brownie box recipe)


(Recipe may be halved):

2 cups butter

4 cups flour

2 tsp. baking soda

2 cups granulated sugar

2 cups brown sugar

5 cups blended oatmeal (measure oatmeal and blend in blender to a fine powder)

24 oz. chocolate chips

1 tsp. salt

1 8 oz. Hershey bar (grated)

4 eggs

2 tsp. baking powder

3 cups chopped nuts (your choice)

2 tsp. vanilla

Cream the butter and both sugars. Add eggs and vanilla; mix together with flour, oatmeal, salt, baking powder, and soda. Add chocolate chips, Hershey bar and nuts. Roll into balls and place two inches apart on a cookie sheet..Bake for 10 minutes at 375 degrees. Makes 112 cookies..

And the rumors are not true- the “Cookie Monster” still eats cookies- but now, he eats his fruits and veggies first, and then divulges in the cookie. But I have to tell you, after watching that new workout show on Bravo last night- I don’t want a cookie. (I think I am lying) It took the contestant a long time to burn off 2 cookies.

Hope the “Brookies” are a success in your home. And yes, I feel a little fatter after this post.

**Thank you ppppffffftttttt for providing the Cookie Monster pic.

BOOMER SOONER

I can't wait for tomorrow :)

90210

September 2, 2010, or 09.02.10. Today I can't help but think about Brandon, Brenda, Dylan, Kelly, Donna, David, Steve, and Andrea. I miss the 90s. I bet Kelly Taylor doesn't, she had a lot more problems then. Has anyone ever wondered how so many weird/bad things could happen to one person? Even in tv land she went through a lot. I always admired her though. She always bounced back. And, in the end, Kelly was the only one with a big part on the new CW version of 90210. I guess girls who have drug problems, stalkers from rehab, are assaulted in an alley, and even dabbled in a cult can turn out alright. In fact, she is a counselor at West Bev helping all of those super skinny kids with their problems. I bet she is really good at it too, you know, because she has been there done that. You know what this gives me? Hope. Here's to you original cast of 90210. New cast, you aren't as important...yet.

Happy 90210 day everyone!

SES

My Scentsy

Yesterday at work, I got my hands on some Play-Doh. Talk about a trip back to 1989 – one whiff of my new can, I felt like I was in kindergarten again. Play-Doh has the weirdest smell, and there is nothing like it. I highly recommend getting a can and soaking up its fumes – it’s like a modern day stress ball… or like the first sip of wine after a long day at work. (or whatever your recovery vice may be)

Permanent markers smell good too…but today, I would like to focus on Play-Doh. When I was a child, I got really upset when children would mix the Play-Doh colors. (That was probably the start of my OCD.) Looking back, it seems like the Play-Doh tools never really worked very well. Bits and pieces would always get broken off and usually land under my fingernails. I was more of a roller. Just making some worms or my favorite- making some sort of a sculpture or tree ornament and having the Play-Doh dry overnight. Voila, you have your own pottery sculpture.

It seems like I am not the only one in the world who enjoys the smell of Play-Doh. Demeter Fragrance Library has actually bottled the smell into a perfume. (or is it parfume?) “The 1-ounce, spray bottle fragrance is meant for highly-creative people, who seek a whimsical scent reminiscent of their childhood.”

If Play-Doh doesn’t do it for you, don’t worry. This company also has scents ranging from Bon Fire to Gin and Tonic!

Today, when times get rough, I will take to my can of Play-Doh. There will be no sculpture building in this can – it’s all for stress relief.

Boomer

Someone sent me this picture today and I just had to share. I can't wait for this weekend!!!

Home Ownership

Is not easy. Especially when you are alone in it, with only a 6.8 lb chihuahua residing with you, who, by the way, wakes you up every morning at 3:00 am so that he can jump down from the bed and pee on your new carpet. Yes, we have some issues we need to work through, but that is the topic for another post.

On Monday, I was dressed, ready for work, and had little Paul packed away in his kitchen at 8:50 am. I had a doctor's appointment at 9:00 am that had been rescheduled four times this summer due to meetings. I went down to my garage and tried to open the door. It went up, but stopped halfway. I tried again, same result. Then, I did what any single girl would do, I called my dad. His advice: try to open it manually. I unlatched whatever it is you have to unlatch in order to do so, and I tried to open it manually. The bitch still stopped halfway. Very frustrated, and VERY HOT, I called Frank back and told him that I give up, I'm calling the garage door repairman. Three hours later, said repairman arrived at my doorstep. I walked him down to the garage and explained my despair. He flipped one latch over on the side of the damn door and fixed the problem. I think I muttered several expletives under my breath and fought every urge not to pull out my hair. Luckily, his trip was not completely pointless. I did need a new spring and new rollers. He readily replaced these, upsell successful! I returned to my living room and watched another episode of Who's the Boss while I worked on my laptop and took care of business, all the while thinking, I am an idiot. Garage fixed, I headed to work at 1:30 pm. What a Monday.

Tuesday brought on a new set of problems. I am refinishing my bathtub, so naturally, I asked a refinisher to come out and give me an estimate. He did. He also checked some minor plumbing issues I've been having with the tub, i.e. a leak coming out of that weird round thing that doesn't serve a purpose, or at least not an obvious one that I care about. Oh, this is different, he exclaims, as he digs around with the screwdriver. Shit, I think. You definitely need to call a plumber, this probably isn't an issue, but you need to get it checked out. Awesome. The plumber comes on Friday. Let's hope I don't discover a termite infestation in the meantime.

Welcome to being a grown up on your own up,

SES

Longing

It started in April, a little earlier this year than last. It really is just a slight hankering at that point. Something that I just can't shake. It grew a little bit more over the summer as the buzz heated up. Oddly, the World Cup caused it to spike. I love team spirit. Still, no adequate satisfaction could be found. July was a little less painful, because I had other things to think about, but it's August now, August 19, to be exact, and I have got it, BAD. Is it the heat or just the close proximity to the best part of any Sooner fan's life? It has dominated my weekend plans for the next three months, my email chains, my desktop wall paper, my internet shopping, my blog posting, and my daydreaming mind that just can't quite focus like it used to because, friends, it is only 16 days until Sooner football begins and my favorite time of year arrives. The fall is coming. Get me to Norman as fast as you can.

See you in a couple weeks, Bobby.

BOOMER SOONER,

SES