Well, it cost less than 5 bucks. . .

I ordered a "BBQ on a Bun" this week when I was out to lunch with a co-worker. What would you think you were getting with this order? Pulled pork? Pulled or shredded beef? Probably in a delicious southern sauce that you would need at least three napkins to clean up afterwords? These were my hopes.
What came to me on a plate was *slightly* different. I received two thick slices of an overcooked, slightly gristly pot roast, with pickles on top on a bun. I was a little confused. Looking at the tab, she wrote down my order correct, but something must have happened in the kitchen. Maybe it was leftover day. And is it really a BBQ if it has no sauce, and was cooked in a crock pot or in the oven? Also, have you ever had pickles with your pot roast? Me neither.

Maybe the waitress misunderstood me. Last week I ordered Honey Chicken somewhere else and I ended up getting Hunan Chicken instead. I think it's my Yankee, Western US accent. I find myself being very aware of all the syllables I say. Especially when most of the people around me are dropping about 60% of them. I can't start to drop syllables, or people will notice and I will sound lame by trying to be regionally "normal". The solution maybe to write down my order, have other people speak for me at restaurants, point or learn to be satisfied with my random, sometimes mediocre, meals that are brought to me.

Hello?

After reading all of your blogs for the past few months, I figured it was high time to come back from lurking and say hello. However, the problem after you have been a sporadic, no, non-existent blogger, is do you give the update of the things in your life that have gone one the last few months, or do you tell the random things that are in your brain or going on currently? Thus the reason I have not blogged.

Here's a quick and dirty-
Christmas in Utah-FUN!
Weather here yesterday- 61 degreess
Me playing the organ in Church since January-Questionable
My new job-enjoying the money, also who does paychecks every week?
GIANT panties in my laundry-Nope. Proud owners of a dryer
Going car shopping after the "big storm"- Freezing, and the "big storm" was 3 inches
Watching The Big Bang Theory- Those are some funny nerds

The BEST manly haircut ever

(This is John by the way). There are a few things that I am not a fan of. 1) Stupid drivers, 2) Bad haircuts. there are a few others, but those aren't important. I had the best haircut ever the other day. Since we have been in KY, I have received a series of really crappy haircuts. So Alicia told me about this "Sports Cuts" place in Bowling Green. We drove by, and saw these dudes cutting hair, pretty ghetto-looking. I didn't care, so I wandered in. Right away they set me in an old-school barber chair, and flipped me away from the mirror so I could watch Sports Center! They had ref's shirts on, and were pretty cool dudes.

Awesome! The guy didn't talk to me other than to laugh at Tiger Woods, comment on how great the Saints are doing, and wonder who was going to win the Super Bowl this year. No awkward small talk about family, job, etc. JUST SPORTS! 15 minutes later, he spun me around, it looked great, paid my money, and was done. It doesn't get any better than that

A Tannenbaum

I encouraged John to get up with me for Black Friday. We got a few spoils. One of these is pictured below. What looks like a vaccum for dolls is actually the Dirt Devil Versa. When John uses it, it looks like it belongs to Polly Pocket and her friends. Luckily, the trinket cost less than $10. John thinks we overpaid. And should have overslept.

*a small note about Black Friday. We were hanging out, watching a movie that was over by 11 and decided it might be fun to stay up all night since we hadn't done that in a long time. We tried to keep ourselves awake by talking and going to Waffle House. We made it until 1:30, took a "nap" and woke up at 3:30 to go stand in line with the rest of the crazies. Hardcore? yeah, probably not.

Next, I got a Christmas tree. I will admit, we went to the tree lot. And here is our tree.

I really wish that was how nice my tree looked. That is the tree at the Opryland Hotel. Here is the tree in my living room.

Slightly less regal, no less noble. And actually much more real(duh, since their's is plastic, or something artificial and mine is the bushiest fir I have ever tangled lights around). Hope you're all having fun with Christmas so far! Utah had better save me some snow.

It is more fall than winter here. . .

Living in Utah, winter lasts f.o.r.e.v.e.r.
That sucks.

However, because it lasts forever, it also seems to start at the appropriate time. I am really enjoying not freezing right now in Kentucky, but am finding it hard to get into my usual Christmas spirit with such nice weather. It gets plenty cool/cold here at night but we've had some 70 degree days last week which made it hard to think about Christmas(I know for you Christamas haters it doesn't come til after Thanksgiving but oh well, I like it after Halloween) when all of your life memories of the holiday are associated with piles of snow and winter coats. And scarves. And hats. And warm fires. You know, Holiday-ish things. Or cold weather things.

Also, to my disappointment I can't seem to find anywhere in Kentucky or Tennessee where they'll let me tromp through a National Forest and cut down my own Christmas tree. Usually Thanksgiving Weekend is the time for cutting down the tree. Naturally I would get a permit, as we've done for the last four years, but here it doesn't even matter, it can't be done. All they have are tree farms. This is what the website says -" Trees that are unsightly may be earmarked for use as wreath and decorative greenery." And for some stupid reason, I don't want buy a Christmas tree at a tree farm. It just seems wrong after getting to cut my own down for four years in the mountains. My indignation about the tree farm caused me to remember hearing some sappy story at church about three trees growing up in a forest together and the other two got picked to be Christmas trees and then I don't know what happened to the scrawny Charlie Brown tree; probably something poetic. Clearly I missed the point that day, and the fact that I don't remember the story doesn't really help my case either.




Mostly I feel bad for the ugly trees that gets made into wreathes.