Sorry, We are out of....

Last night, Will and I ventured to a new hibachi place for his birthday dinner. The guy turns 28 on Thursday. Man!

We went to a new place in Arlington, I will refer to it as Hibachi to protect the innocent. We had a little bit of trouble finding it because it was hidden away among the store fronts. We happened up on this place and went in. It was a tiny hibachi place with only four hibachi stove tables. We were greeted and seated at a table. The waitress came to take our order.

Waitress: What you drink?
Me: A glass of Chardonnay please.
Waitress: You?
Will: Water.

Waitress took the rest of the orders and slowly prepared the drinks.

The waitress comes back.

Waitress: Sorry, we out of Chardonnay.
Me: Ohhhh, that's fine. I'll just take a water.
Waitress: ok.

Waitress leaves and comes back to take our order:

Waitress: What you have?
Me: Sesame chicken with fried rice please.
Will: Number 14 with fried rice and a tuna roll.
Waitress: Ohhhh we out of sushi. (oddly points to the front of the restaurant) No sushi today.
Will: Oh ok, that's fine. Can I have double rice?
Waitress: Two orders of rice?
Will: Can I have double rice instead of vegetables?
Waitress: Uhh (confused) we no do that.
Will: oook. That's fine, I'll just take the vegetables.

Waitress continues the orders and leaves.

We joke under our breaths about the lack of food in this establishment. Maybe next they will come back and say, "Sorry, we out of rice." No wine, no sushi...what kind of place is this!?

I look to the front of the restaurant and see a lonely fish in a tank separating the eating area from the waiting area. I jokingly say, "Ha, That's why they were out of sushi. They only have one fish."

Then it hit both of us. Will said, "Surely she didn't mean that, but she did point to the front like she was implying something."  Hmmmm.

I guess we will never know.

Texas Hunting Forum...A man's pinterest.

The other day...during church, I received an email from Will with this link in it.

http://www.texashuntingforum.com/forum/ubbthreads.php/topics/2883996/1

So I looked at it. The subject of this forum thread was very interesting. The title:

YOU MIGHT BE TOO SERIOUS OF A DEER HUNTER IF

These are some I found and I would like to comment on them from the perspective of your wife.

3. You have ever said to your significant other: "Oh honey, I couldn't possibly attend[wedding, family function, social event, fill in the blank] on that date; I will be deer hunting--and she doesn't object.

It is just an understood fact.

4. Your significant other announces that she has planned a vacation to Europe with her family, but she didn't bother to include you because she knew it would interfere with deer season.

Another just understood fact. Why even ask. If he's going somewhere, I'm going somewhere. Probably somewhere better than the ranch...like Grapevine Main or Europe. However, this Europe trip would only be possible if the funds from October to January were not devoted to hunting equipment.  

7. You feel a sense of impending depression as deer season comes to a close.

It is sad around our house these days. Lots of moping and xbox playing.

8. You have ever placed an urgent call to your spouse to inquire just how much space is still available in the deep freeze.

Or your wife comes home one day and there is an additional freezer full of deer.

You are at your inlaws which is 20 min from the lease and you mill around your wife and look at her aimlesly until she tells you to get out of here and go to the deer lease.

Every weekend. I call it the look. It begins like this:
"....pause... what are we doing this weekend?"
"uh I guess you are going hunting."

If u hunted the morning of ur wedding day, I did.

If you've called in sick to work and was really sick but managed to still sit in the blind with a 101 fever.

 He does it. Call in sick and decide to go hunting.

Your wife has to put Tinks 69 behind her ear to get your attention.

Somedays...yes.

Your wife tells you she has no intentions of sleeping alone that night and you tell her to be sure and lock the door after he leaves.

the guy that taught me how to shoot a bow told his wife/ girlfriend at the time "honey if you dont mind being a widow from oct. to feb.i would love it if you would be my wife

If only I knew...

I took my bride to the deer lease for our honeymoon.

Uh no. Not Never.

If your EX-wife tells you she's leaving you if you head out hunting again, but you do anyway because the rut's on.

If your wife has to take birth control between January and April each year. My daughter was born in September- not a coincidence.

We've had the conversations.

If you've ever gone shopping for a new laptop to view game cam pics-with a deer carcass in the bed of your truck. (Did it Sunday night).

With the recent purchase of a church computer, we now have a laptop devoted purely to game cameras.

If you make your daughters name "Rae" which means deer ....

hmmm....

You tell your wife that the wedding day has to be planned around deer season...

That is why we got married in September. He had said, " Honey, I can miss one deer season. I'll miss it for you." ME in response: "It is not just ONE deer seasons. It is every deer season for the rest of our lives!"

You still carried a rifle with you on the day you took down all the stands and feeders "just in case

If you plan your work vacation schedule to coincide around opening days for deer bow, rifle, and muzzle loader season and your wife knows instinctively not to plan any big family events during those times.........

The reason we don't go on vacations because all his days are gone by the time vacation time rolls around.

You carpet and heat your blind so your wife can go with you and you won't feel guilty leaving her in the trailer while you hunt.

Now you stick a lazyboy, a book shelf and a craft box in that blind too and I might go with you as well.

Boys at the ranch this weekend, I hope you are being safe and having fun.

Words with Friends...

I'm really bad at this game. I just finished a game with my mom. She whooped me. This is inappropriate for young children but highly funny.

Look at this screen shot of my phone. View my last two letters. 

Sums up the score on that one. 

I thought about texting the picture to my mother, but somehow sending her a picture of the letters F and U in that formation didn't seem very respectful at the moment. It still doesn't now, but felt like the coincidence of the score and my last two letters was just too funny not to share. 

Second of all, I grilled. I am on a roll with this domestic wife thing. Not that I enjoy it or anything...cooking that is. I love being a wife. But once again I had to document it. I immediately texted my dad. I do that when I accomplish something great that he would be proud of...like building something, grilling, cooking, climbing mount everest... you know the usual. 

It is like something off the Blue Mesa menu!

And to finish off, a little bragging. My cousin took family pictures of us at Christmas. Here are a few I just had to share! 

That's my family!! My brother Tanner, Mom, Dad and us! All together. Squeezed.
On one couch.

And for the prize: As I was looking at the final picture in this post, I thought to my self about all the pictures we have taken of our family and the cousins. So I researched. And the four cousins could have made our own akward family photo website. View these gems I found.

They begin with 1990ish.

And end... here. 

Consider yourselves lucky Kale and Gage (two new additions!) that you were not here to endure
those lovely pictures....and fashion.

Hey Good Lookin...Whatcha Got Cookin?

3 Meals to be exact. That is what I've been cooking.

Until Will got hungry and took it over again.

Oh and Fried Ravioli, Fried Pickles, Poppyseed Chicken AND cookies for the youth Christmas party that I failed to document before they devoured it. It looked pretty good and was not burnt.

I did not set off any fire alarms, only had one major emotional breakdown during the chimichanga and all were edible. I got the recipes from pinterest...which brings me to another point.

This is a complete disappointment every time I go to my pinterest app. Anybody with me?

Which brings me to another thing...I semi decorated our house this year. It was actually kind of an embarassment to my college degree, but you gotta live on a budget people! Crafty Pinterest decorations take money too and I have been banned from Hobby Lobby (Maybe banned is a strong term, more like discouraged by the husband to ever drive by the craft store) and I refuse to go to Joanns. While I'm on the subject, Joanns is the new Hobby Lobby. Has anyone noticed this? When you used to go to Hobby Lobby there would be one line open and it would be a checker that was going at sloth speed...no, slower than sloth speed. You could be buying 1 marker and be in there two hours just waiting behind the old retired woman buying out the 80% off home decor aisle. I had a game in college that I would play called "Guess the fastest checker." Now I'm pretty sure that Hobby Lobby fired all of their sloths and sent them over to Joanns. In particular they all work in the fabric cutting desk. I digress. Back to Christmas, we were not going to be around at the house much at Christmas so we opted to not put up the Christmas tree. I just decorated the mantle with our stockings and used the hearth as the place for our presents. It was kinda cute. But when I was taking down the picture frames that normally inhabit the mantle...I found this hidden behind a framed engagement picture.

I once discussed this scooby doo snack situation before. I'm not sure who should be more embarassed. Will - who is eating scooby doo snacks and leaving a hansel and gretel trail. OR

Me - I haven't bought these in like two months. This means, it has been approx. 2 months since I have cleaned that area of the house. 

That is all I got. Happy 2012 friends. 

Christmas Time is Here

I have had my two faithful blog readers ask "Why no posts?" Well I'll tell you why. Because it is December and December means my busy season. I have a show coming up so every waking moment of my life has been devoted to getting Happy Days ready to be seen by the public. Nothing very funny has happened...until yesterday.

Yesterday was December 1st. Many things happened yesterday. The first being that it is the opening night of the show. I had also arranged for my two leads to be interviewed on CW33. It is a big day. This is how it began.

I woke up, much like any other day. I had a big day ahead of me so I had to shower and fix myself appropriately to be viewed by people unrelated to me. I slowly got out of bed, jumped in the shower, picked out my cute outfit that I was going to wear today. I iron it. I put the clothes on. I dry my hair. I straighten my hair. I even put on a full face of make up. The morning was going without a hitch and I was running only a couple of minutes behind. I was going to make it to work on time for the first time this week! Then I brushed my teeth.

While brushing my teeth I dripped a little bit of toothpaste on my shirt. I did not pay any attention to it, thinking it would go away. I quickly gathered my things and headed for the door. My car has been frosted over each morning so I decided to make 2 trips. The first to put my bag in the car and turn it on. The second to get the remaining things I needed. I thought maybe by my second trip the car would be mostly defrosted. So I take the first trip. Success. I take the second trip, grab the spare key and lock the door go to get in my car and it is locked. Yes. Locked. How it locked itself with the key inside running I will never know. But it did and this put me in quite the predicament.

Next are the thoughts that sped through my head:

Oh no! Oh no!
How in the world did that happen?
Spare key! I'll get the spare key and unlock it.
I'm clicking the spare key and nothing is happening.
Oh Gosh.
Ok, I'll call Will.
Phone, Phone, Phone....
Oh gosh. It is in the car.
No phone, no keys.
Oh no, it is 7:20. 
Next door neighbor.
Maybe he'll help me.
No answer.
I'll ring the door bell again.
No answer.
Oh gosh. This is bad.
It's cold.
Try the spare key again.
No luck.
Oh wait! Inside my keyless entry remote is a key.
I'll try that.
Success!
Oh boy! It is 7:30.
I'll text the secretary to tell her I'm running late. At least my windows were defrosted.

So off to work I go. I get to school about 8:15. Fix all the problems of the play. Oh! What is that? A mic is broken beyond repair. Awesome. That is 250 more dollars that I will have to pay. At least I will be headed out for a while. At 9:00 I take my kids and we get in the 15 passenger van and head toward Dallas. It was pretty awesome, I must say. They kids were so excited and did great!

We get to Dallas fine. I did not get lost. I did not get in a wreck. I parked the van very well. We go in hang out for a little bit and then it is our time to be interviewed. We all get up and the sound guy hands us our mics. Alex first, Taylor, then me. I look down to put my mic on and... remember the toothpaste from earlier.  Yep. It is huge. Like two dots the size of quarters. This is not an exaggeration. I am fixing to go on the news and special over here has toothpaste on her shirt. Embarassing. I fix it the best I can and we go on. I redeemed my self with the interview, except the interviewer through a curve ball and asked me an educational question.  "uhhh ma'am. This was not on the list."

We leave and I introduced my kids to the Irving staple, Big State Drug. We enjoyed a nice burger and shake and headed back to school.

The rest of the day ran pretty smoothly with the opening night of the show. By 10:30 though I was about to fall down. I went home, immediately took off my heels, put on sweatpants and crawled in the bed just to start it all over again today.

Kids...

Line of the day yesterday:

The Situation: This week I have been teaching my students how to build. We have been building two full size diner booths for our musical. Which by the way is Happy Days and you should come see it if you are in town. So yesterday I am on top of the booth and I am screwing in a screw with the drill. I drill the first bit that makes the whole and pull it out of the wood. Apparently it was still rotating and I swung it to my side to put down on the bench. But in the path stood my pants. My pants that were on my person. As soon as that spinning bit hit my pants, it immediately attacked my pants. I screamed. The kids screamed. I looked down and my pants are completely wrapped around the bit of this drill. So I first, calm the children. I reassure them that everything is all right. I assess my situation. Blood? No. Pain? No. Leg still attached? Yes. So I unroll the drill bit out of my pants and discover what it left me with.

This:

After my horrific incident my students were pretty shaken up. They kept asking if I was ok and what not. I, as the good teacher I am, reassured them that things were fine and that I was glad it was me and not them.

Conversation:

Student: Mrs. Morris, are you ok? Are your pants ok?
Me: I'm fine. I guess it will give me an excuse to buy a new pair of sweat pants. I'm pretty sure that I've had these since freshman year of high school. Come to think of it...I think I've had these pants and these shoes since high school.
Student: (in all seriousness) They had converse back then?!?!
Me: How old do you think I am?

1. Will gave me the "and that's why you don't wear baggy sweatpants while using powertools" chat when I got home. What is the proper attire for working with power tools?
2. I should really throw those shoes away. They've built one too many sets in their day. Looking at them, I'm kind of embarrassed that I still own a pair....two pair...

It was a difficult day in the world of theater class. But we built an awesome booth! Will is hunting so I have lots of time to blog. Expect pics tomorrow!

T-minus 2 days until opening weekend

The time is nearing and the husband is getting giddy. Yes. It is November which means that the Opening of Deer season is within reach. Within hours I-20 will be full of trailers, trucks and rifles. Yesterday I learned that our very own Governor Perry announced that November is Hunter Appreciation Month. I feel like he did not consult his wife on that one. She would have said otherwise. I feel like maybe it should be Hunter's Wife Appreciation, but that is my own soap box.

But with hunting comes really nice dates that make up for the weekends away. Last weekend was our family retreat at church. We headed out to Glen Rose again. This year (just like last year) we decided to go down a day early and just have a nice "us" night. We ate at The Loft in Granbury again and it was even more delicious than last year. We had an amazing beer cheese dip with delicious garlic sourdough bread that I am still tasting in my mouth (and feeling in my hips).

But soo worth it. It was a nice night just to be us, not talk about work/church and have a nice dinner away. We ended the night with what every couple does...going to wal-mart to buy food for the retreat, going back to the retreat center, and going to bed.

But the retreat was fun! I did find a cute boutique while I was in town getting BBQ for dinner. I found this 22 dollar coozie. I feel like this sums up my life. I had no desire to spend 22 dollars on it, so I took a picture.

On the other hand, the retreat was a raging success! Will did a great job!

Well, I'm off to prepare myself for opening weekend. I am now a hunting widow from this Thursday til whenever he decides to come home. There will be a whole lot of craft making going on up in this joint.