Keep the Change

I hate change. Not the coin kind so much, but life change. I’m a big proponent of structure, you see, I take after my MeMe, who once said “I don’t get it. Those planes won us WWII, they should work just fine now.” My PaPaw doesn’t understand why they even bother to make any pizza besides peperoni, one kind is enough for him and it should be for everyone else, too.

The change I’m upset about right now? Windows 7. I just got a new computer and, while I’m excited, I have to ask: Why must I keep relearning operating systems? What was so wrong with Vista? Why are all my buttons different? My task bar has changed! Why? Vista worked just fine, and more importantly, I KNEW HOW TO FREAKIN’ USE IT.

LT Fromage says change is good. It means improvement he tells me. Easy for him to say, he’s still running Vista (however, when we get him a new computer, I’m sure he’ll catch right on to whatever the new OS is it will come with at that time).

I haven’t even broken 30 yet and I’m already “that lady”, the one who doesn’t “get” the iphone (I can send texts and make calls with my handy slider phone, and even snap pictures. What more do you need?) and refused to buy a bluray player because her whole collection of movies was on DVD (My brother in law finally convinced me that a bluray player will in fact play my DVDs just fine, so I finally broke down and bought one for LT Fromage’s birthday… though it took me 3 hours on the phone with said brother in law to set it up). I drive an ’04 Ford without one of those fancy clickers that unlocks the doors (who needs it? I can unlock it with my key!) or XM radio (I’m still clinging to AM/FM and the occasional CD).

Just wait ‘til I’m 80. I don’t even want to think about the crazy evolutions in technology I’ll have seen by then. Rest assured I’ll take after my grandparents and have lots of opinions about the “advancements” and “improvements”. Why wait ‘til 80? I’ll start now. Stupid Windows 7… Vista worked just fine, and it still does. Who the H3LL thought we needed to upgrade…?

Sharin' the Love

Thank you to Sara, from Sara and her Soldier (who happens to be my in-real-life-bestie-also-a-non-sucky-Army-Wife-buddy, be sure to check out her blog!) for this award!

Now for the "rules" of this award:

1. Thank and link back to the person who gave you the award.

2. Answer 10 questions

3. Pass it along to blogs you've recently discovered and enjoy
4. Leave your recipients a note, telling them about the award

The 10 Questions...

1. Why did you create this blog?

Because I like having a captive audience. Just kidding. Sort of…

2. What kinds of blogs do you follow?

Mostly Mormon girls. (even though I myself am Roman Catholic)

3. Favorite make-up brand?

Bare Minerals

4. Favorite clothing brand?

I do most of my shopping at Target, but if it looks good, fits and doesn’t break the bank, I’m not picky

5. Indispensable makeup product?

Eye liner. Love.

6. Favorite color?

Green

7. Favorite perfume?

Ashamed to say I don’t have one. I do love a light body spray though; vanilla in the winter and coconut lime in the summer.

8. Favorite film?

I have to pick just one? Lars and the Real Girl or Rocky Horror Picture Show. It’s a tie.

9. What country would you like to visit and why?

I’m not much of a traveler, I’m pretty happy to stay right here in the good old US of A.

10. Would you rather forget to put mascara on one eye or forget blush on one side of your face?

Mascara, fo’ sho’. I need my bronzer (I don’t use blush) or I’m white as a ghost.

Now to pass it on to some wonderful bloggers...

The Great and Random Ramblings of Cannwin

q.D.PaToOtieS

Pulsipher Predilections

Carousel Horses

A few pictures of the carousel horse I’ve been working on in my “spare time” (used loosely, that should read, “when I ought to be working on school/mopping/cleaning cages and or cat boxes/making supper”).

What a steal, I got it for $35!

The paint cost me another $30 (I’m using house paints! I love how Home Depot now sells sample sizes!)

Worth every penny so far, I’m having a blast restoring it!

I’m also loving Randy Montana’s new song, 1,000 Faces, and you can download it free on iTunes this week (and you totally should!)

That is all.

Back to cleaning out the “mouse house” and mopping the floor….

Ooops, I Did It Again

First off, SAIMI! Email me at jme_lee85 at yahoo dot com for your prize!

I feel off the face of the earth once more. I know, I said it wouldn’t happen again, but hey, it did.

I’ve been too busy making lists: What do we need to do before he leaves? (Buy a new computer, new camera, stock up on toiletries, replace his broken rosary….)

Lists for what needs to be done today, which are always too long (pull yourself together, do laundry, dishes, shovel the driveway –again-, work on classes, speed-read every deployment book on the shelf… blog….)

Sadly, blogging has fallen closer to the bottom of the to-do list than I thought it would. Sigh. Following blogs has nearly completely fallen off, but I promise, I miss y’all and plan on some serious catching up!

So forgive me for not having material to post recently. First deployment syndrome is setting in and the reality that this time next month, I’ll be seeing LT Fromage off for the long 12 months ahead, counting down the hours until his 2 week leave when he can come home from Afghanistan.

So readers, I promise things will pick back up, just as soon as I get the dogs bathed, the trash taken out, floor mopped and finish that chapter of “I’m Already Home Again”.

Butterfingers

No, not the tasty candy bar. I am a butter fingers. (But, man, don’t you want some chocolate with a buttery crunch now?)

When LT Fromage and I got married, we didn’t bother registering for china, I would have broken it before we made it to our first anniversary. Just like the coffee pot I broke in a hotel in New York. It was “the most tired I have ever been” (That quote has become infamous in the Fromage household), so tired that I was unable to grip the light and tiny, empty glass pot. After a loud crash, LT Fromage yelled from the shower, “Is everything ok?” to which I replied, “Uhm, yes. There’s just broken glass in the sink… I’m going to head to the lobby for coffee, would you like me to bring you some as well?”

I broke another coffee pot after that; it was LT Fromage’s coffee pot. His fancy-schmancy, 12-cup, with a timer, “I’m a real coffee drinker, look at this baby” coffee pot. He wasn’t home when I dropped it, so I quickly swept up the evidence and put my old, 4-cup “I’m a single lady who doesn’t drink much coffee” brewing system out. Of course, he noticed.* We used my old single lady machine for a while, but when he grew tired to brewing multiple pots over the course of breakfast, we purchased a new, larger coffee pot. Which I haven’t yet broken (Knock on wood) because LT Fromage is now in charge of coffee preparations.

*However, it wasn’t until he went to brew a pot and, thrown off by the small size, used a cup cake paper instead of a coffee filter. Which he would say was my bad, for keeping the cup cake liners nestled inside the coffee filters. Regardless of who was at fault, the coffee maker was filled with sludgey coffee grounds and we learned that a cup cake holder cannot be substituted for a filter.

More unfortunate than the broken coffee pots are the dishes that, at the time they were dropped, held food I had labored over. Ok, so I didn’t actually “labor over” the instant mashed potatoes (Ouch, yes, I am that lazy sometimes. I just hate mashing those darn spuds…). But, right before supper time my Pyrex mixing bowl was in pieces on the floor in a mess of “potatoes” (If you can call them that...). Perhaps the most devastating was the time I spent all afternoon making an aioli sauce for LT Fromage, who had once had it at a professor’s home and was lamenting over how he hadn’t had it since. Dinner time had arrived, the chicken was ready to plate, I reached for the sauce and CRASH. Aioli on the floor and another broken bowl. Damn.

I’ve broken many other dishes prior and since those incidences, thus, the decision to forgo the china and invest in Corelle dishware instead, which don’t break when dropped. Believe me, I’ve tried.