Thursday, September 27, 2007

I'm graceful dontcha know

I injured my self at lunch today. (Yeah, I know.)

I had a sloppy sandwich on a croissant. I knew it would slide all over the place when I took a bite so I left the toothpick in to keep it together.

Not a good idea.

I went to take a bite on the side, away from the toothpick, and much to my surprise, the toothpick was put in at an angle. I poked my face just below my bottom lip.

I went ahead and removed the toothpick from the sandwich and then realized I hadn't just poked myself, I pierced myself. There was blood involved. Yummy.


I made a batch of Old Dutch Caramel Corn last night and while I was digging out the ingredients, I noticed a had some bananas on the cusp. I decided to go ahead while I was in cooking mode to make some banana nut muffins. But I couldn't find the nuts. Figures. So I moved on to banana spice muffins. But I didn't have ground cloves. Hmmmmmm. What to do? How about Pumpkin Pie Spice? I had to guess on the amount, but they turned out pretty well.

Speaking of cooking...

Omelets in a bag.

Crazily good.

(That's Miss B peeking over the counter back there.)

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

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Sci-fi? Seriously?

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Halloween Crafts

Go here now.

Then come back and tell me if you made them or plan on making them or if you blushed profusely and rethunk our friendship.

Monday, September 24, 2007

I'm published!

Remember this?

Now there is this.

(If I would have know before hand, I could have cropped the photo a little.)

I guess I am official a professional photographer!

I'm somebody!

I would like to thank my Mom and Dad for making me possible.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Photo Hunt

Theme = Plastic

This is one of my favorites from this past weekend.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

We are back.

We made it back from El Paso. I haven't eaten so much red meat in forever. I fell in love with a little something called Tenderloin Cocktail. Crazy name, but delicious. I got it at the Edge of Texas Steakhouse. If you are down there, I recommend it.

We got into town on Thursday, went to the 387th CRC's deactivation ceremony on Friday, and visited this little place on Saturday:

There was some squealing involved.

The Commander's birthday was on Sunday and on Monday, The Boy and I made our way back home.

I'm tired.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Photo Credit: ME!

Wow. Could they have used a worse photo? I know I took one where not everyone had their eyes closed.


Well, okay, maybe this one?

Okay, well, what about the individual photos?

Too blurry?

What about these?

Too far away? Okay, I'll give you that. Let's go back to the group shot.

My favorite.

Photography is haaaarrrrrd. I mean, would it have killed those other pedestrians to stop with the walking already so I could get a photo with out all of the other activity going on behind them?! Sheesh.


She made me do it.

Here are the rules. Write a post using each letter of your middle name describing something relevant to your life. Tag the same amount of people as you have letters in your name.

(I would like to start off by saying that Sherry isn't my real name. I have been called that from the time I was born, but it isn't the name on my birth certificate. So Sherry Shalene is not my name. I know. Crazy.)

S: Shalene. My middle name. The first movie my parents saw together was Cat Ballou. In the movie, Lee Marvin played a drunk cowboy by the name of Kid Shelleen (pronounced the same as my name). Some years later, my parents named me Shalene. They claim I wasn't named after the drunk cowboy, but I think I was.

H: Hairy. ‘Nuf said.

A: Ambidextrous. Well, I’m right handed and left eye dominant. Does that count? (You should see me fire a handgun. I have to get all wonky to line up my right hand and left eye. But I’m a pretty good shot, so don’t rile me.)

L: Longwinded. Sometimes I get going and I have to mentally tell myself to “Shut it!”

E: Eccentric. Other moms may bring juice pouches and Goldfish crackers to Cub Scout meetings for the snack. Me? Ice Cream Sandwiches baby.

N: Nearsighted. Badly. 20/800 vision without my glasses. And really, even if you could see it at 800 feet, there is no way in heck I could see it at 20 feet. 20 centimeters maybe.

E: Eater. I eat. And by the way. Why didn’t anyone tell me about the Fuji Apple Salad at Panera Bread? It was all I could do to keep from licking the plate last night. Seriously. That’s good stuff right there.

I tag Sleeping Mommy, Chicka Nuts, Cursing Mama, BGirl, Aunt Murry, Uncle Bubby, and Susan at Friday Playdate.


I won't be around for a while. I gots places to go and peoples to see and ceremonies to attend and flowers to receive (Although I wanted chocolate, but was told that wasn't a choice. Party Poopers.). And maybe, just maybe, go to an actual Oktoberfest put on by the German Air Force. (So ya know it has got to be good.)

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Cough, cough, hack, hack

I'll be fine. It is just allergies. At least that is what the doctor said before the nurse handed me two prescriptions and jabbed two needles into my butt hip.


I had a blast at the Bachelorette party last Saturday. I got to meet up with some friends I haven't seen in a looooong time. I miss them.


The Boy is taking piano lessons and doing very well thankyouverymuch. I would like to just mention that he doesn't get it from me.


Guess who I met tonight? BGirl. I sat there for the longest time trying to think of how to go up to her and introduce myself. I shouldn't have worried because when I walked up to her she smiled the biggest smile and stuck out her hand. She said she figured it was me because she recognized The Boy.

Nice meeting you BGirl. There are a couple of things you should know: 1) Me and The Boy just had our hair "did" so I don't normally have that hair do. She does weird things with it. 2) I don't normally sound that way. I'm usually an octave higher. Blame the allergies.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Photo Hunt

Theme = Dirty

This is for the Bachelorette.

Shocking, isn't it?