I wasn't exactly planning on making my first post a serious one.

these are the notes I was taking as we were trying to figure out who the fatalities were in Kirkwood last thursday night...Doug is pretty close to some of the cops. and now we know.

this is such a hard thing for me to deal with...not only is it senseless and stupid, but this is the town I was born and raised in...things like this just don't happen in Kirkwood.

this necklace was given to me by one of the partners at work. I have to share his story with you.

he was on vacation in Bermuda, and while on the beach, he saw these necklaces at a little vendor's hut. they're hand carved. he spent the next two hours on and off negotiating the price down. he thought they were so cute, he bought them all.

that is so like Ken. he is a true, old school gentleman who still buys his secretary fresh flowers weekly. I find it so generous and touching to know that Ken bought all this wood carver's work. can you imagine how flattered and excited the carver must have been, to sell in one day what he probably sells in a couple weeks?

when I first purchased my truck, she had a camper shell...I HATE camper shells. if I wanted an SUV, I would freaking buy an SUV. so my honey helped me remove it. but then...where to store the stuff and things without them getting wet?

my honey surprised me with this new tool box Sunday. doesn't it look fabulous? (and isn't he the sweetest thing evar?) now THAT'S how a truck is supposed to look!!!!

hrmm...honey, WHAT are you doing?

why use a wheel barrow when you've got the room to drive the whole damn load right where it needs to be. seriously. grass grows back, eh?

pee.ess. very nice ass.

may I suggest that you not ask me to purchase you a toothbrush unless you are ready and willing to tell me exactly what you want? otherwise you just never know what you'll end up with.

this was totally worth the opportunity of hearing Doug singing "who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" while walking out of the bathroom the next morning. and yes, he IS still using it.

every year Shrewsbury puts together a Fall Festival, including hay rides and food and live music. last year was the first time they also had fireworks...and a few 911 calls from people who didn't know there would be. LOL

anyhoo. I was bound and determined to get some good piccys this year, so I hopped on line and did a ton of research about the best settings for my camera and all that stuff...and this is how they turned out. better, but not great. of course...I might have been a tad distracted with actually WATCHING the show, gotten frustrated, and just started pressing the shutter button without framing/etc.

I am very proud and excited for our country.

yes. I am a 33 year old woman wearing kitty kat saddle shoes...to work, no less. but damn. aren't they CUTE!!!! and quite halarious, too.

I asked my brother John if he liked them and without missing a beat he said "nope!!" *chuckle* tis okay. 'cause you don't have to wear them. but I love things that make me laugh...and right now my feet are a great source of amusment.

typically we don't eat dinner until much later than most...I won't say how late, because you people already think I'm nuts, and I don't need any more eye rolls. but this photo? wahl, now. this photo is a testimate to my OCD tendancies.

I was trying a new recipe and was obsessing over getting it right...so two hours before my planned cooking time, I got everything nice and neat and ready to go. and then re-read the recipe 12 times, and double checked my stuff, and made sure that everything was READY TO GO. did I mention the two hours before I planned on cooking? and then? I felt better. much, much better. KIND OF. because you never know. I might have forgot/missed something.

you're totally rolling your eyes now, aren't you? DAMNIT!

I'm not a very observant person. I am usually too lost in my own head to notice much about the outside world. Doug put this face up on our tree and waited a whole 20 minutes for me to notice before he finally gave up and told me. isn't it neat?

"now, if I fall on my ass, don't laugh!"

ahem. damn you, mudd!! and damn you steep hills!!

this? is what happens when your foot is in full swing and abruptly stops by smashing into the hard oak leg of the bed. I don't think it's actually broken but the top? hurts. and the bottom? is numb. and bend-age, high-heels, tight shoes or touching? currently not advisable.